67. Warmth
In the early morning, Yang Mu still didn't say goodbye, leaving only Zhou and Yang Xian to stare at each other.
And Yang Xian has been sticking to Zhou Chu's side, waiting for Zhou Chu to tell her the truth, "Zhou, what about Yang Mu?" Where has he gone? Around, why don't you speak? Do you know anything? Around. Around. β
Zhou was dragged by Yang Xian's arm and swayed, still unmoved, how did he know why, he was very angry, Yang Mu actually went alone without saying goodbye, and didn't discuss it with him at all.
Yang Xian just messed around for a while, and after a while, it was enough to stop, these two little rabbit cubs, who were fine and thieves, definitely didn't want her to worry if they didn't speak, since this was the case, why bother stalking and upsetting them!
He was silent for a long time, and when he wanted to open his mouth to speak, he found that his mouth was a little open, and the tip of his tongue licked the sore spot, and it turned out that there was a bubble in his mouth, and the pain was terrible. Zhou Sizzled, but he could only keep his mouth open, and whispered for help, "Sister Xian." β
Yang Xian saw that everything around him was talking so perfunctory, and he felt a little unhappy, and muttered a few words, "What is it?" What do you eat in your mouth? Won't you talk well? β
Zhou guessed that this mouth ulcer was most likely caused by Yang Mu's anger. He was a little aggrieved, but he could only mutter, that little face looked very cute, "Sister Xian, I can't speak well, I have a bubble in my mouth." β
Yang Xian laughed uncontrollably, retribution came too quickly, the person who didn't want to talk just now can't even open his mouth now, it's really a good reincarnation of heaven, and the laughter is also terrible, "Hahaha, oops, how good this is, now you have a legitimate reason, you don't have to talk to me!" β
Zhou was choked speechless, so he had to cover his mouth with one hand, and beat Yang Xian's shoulder with the other hand without pain, he began to grind hard and sell cuteness again, "Sister Xian, what should I do, it really hurts!" β
Yang Xian swayed his body with the rhythm of the circumference, still not a big deal, what is this little pain, "Mr. Zhou, silence is golden." Moreover, canker sores can heal on their own, so it will be fine for a few days. β
Zhou gritted his teeth and beat Yang Xian a little harder, so as to vent his hatred. Then, he sat on the armrest of Yang Xian's sofa, and kept hitting Yang Xian with his arm, "I can't wait, it hurts so much, it hurts to death!" β
Yang Xian was afraid that his small sofa would be trampled on by the big man around, so he threatened him to stand up with his eyes, and the words in his mouth were naturally ruthless, "Alas, then you want acupuncture?" Or do you want to take Chinese medicine? β
Zhou hurriedly patted his butt and got up, turned to sit on the small bench, and deliberately moved to the side of Yang Xian's leg, next to her, and almost hugged her thigh with both hands, "I'm afraid of pain, and I'm afraid of pain." β
Yang Xian really couldn't suppress the trick of the macho man's coquettishness, and he lost his mind after being shaken by Zhou San, and immediately changed his attitude, "Okay, then I'll give you some sweet lozenges!" β
Zhou was successful, his eyebrows were overjoyed, and he nodded vigorously, "Hmm! β
Yang Xian flipped through the drawers and sang a little song, "On the other side of the mountain, there is a group of Smurfs on the other side of the sea, they are lively and smart......"
Listening to her sing so happily everywhere, her face was solemn, and there was a kind of offended grievance, this woman was still gloating, "Sister Xian, are you laughing at me?" β
Half of Yang Xian's face was twitching, and he flattened the medicine box in his hand, "Zhou, don't wronged people, the name of this medicine is called Smurfs, I'm calling it out, I don't mean to laugh at you." β
Zhou Chu thinks that this is Yang Xian's excuse, how can any medicine call such a strange name, "You just did it on purpose, right?" β
Yang Xian threw the flattened medicine box to Zhou, and then crossed his hands on his waist and sat down to watch a good show, "People who are not pure in their minds have malicious intentions when they look at everything, you child, tsk, it's hopeless!" β
After taking the medicine box around the place, he was really speechless, and there was actually a kind of lozenge called 'Smurfs' for mouth ulcers.
Yang Xian said the truth, of course, he was straightforward and arrogant, "Why don't you speak?" Or are you illiterate? Hum! β
Zhou Zhi zipped his mouth, and the facts were in front of him, of course he had nothing to say.
Yang Xian saw the pitiful appearance around him, and suddenly felt pity and love, "Ouch, what a poor child, let's eat hot pot at night, spicy hot pot!" β
This is clearly a honey-bellied sword that adds fuel to the fire and falls into the well. If he could, he might have cried, but he finally held back, blinked his affectionate eyes, and called out, "Sister Xian~"
Yang Xian subconsciously hugged herself with her backhand, and she was a little disgusted by the tone around her. But to be honest, she can bully Zhou Chu like this, and she is really super emotional, as if the more angry Zhou is, the more perverted satisfaction she feels in her heart, "Okay, today's Laba Festival, eat Laba porridge." β
Zhou is really pampered and coquettish, he kicked Yang Xian extremely gently, a little disgusted and a little shy, "I hate it!" β
Yang Xian covered his mouth, endured the inexplicable joy in his heart, and lay down on the sofa with a smile, how could he be so satisfied in his heart!
Here, Yang Mu has already joined Chen Zhao, and they are waiting for news from Liu Wei, the two of them have not eaten, and they have been drinking beer all the time.
Yang Mu saw that the time was ripe, and said with joy, "It's snowing over there, and I went back to have a snowball fight!" β
Chen Zhao had her own thoughts, she took a few sips of her head, and some words did not reach her meaning, "When it snows, it snows, it can cover for a while, but it can't cover for a lifetime." β
Yang Mu looked at her side face carefully, knowing that she was suffering in her heart, so she would say such words, "Ouch, why do you say frustrating words again, with me here, are you still afraid that you won't be able to avenge Zhaoxue?" β
Chen Zhao immediately replied, "I only believe in myself. β
Yang Mu bumped Chen Zhao's shoulder with his shoulder, deliberately approaching, deliberately teasing, "Ouch, we've known each other for so long, and we don't even have this little trust between us." β
Chen Zhao's cheeks were rosy, and he didn't know if he was drunk, "Sometimes, I will betray myself, how can I trust others?" β
Yang Mu looked up at the starry sky, pondered for a moment, and asked seriously, "Do you have faith?" β
Chen Zhao was puzzled, "Faith? β
Yang Mu said from the bottom of his heart, this is the belief he adheres to in his heart, "Well, a person with faith can stick to his original intention, and a person who sticks to his original intention will always have someone to help." The ancients said that virtue is not lonely, but there must be neighbors. β
Chen Zhao only thinks that Yang Mu is too stupid and naΓ―ve, she has seen the dark side of the world, she has a strong heart, but she still can't escape the same stream, she is not confident, how can she trust others. She dodged the question and picked up the previous one, "It's a pity, but at this time, I left." β
Yang Mu's mind didn't have time to turn, and he hadn't kept up with the rhythm, "What?" β
Chen Zhao raised his head and took a big sip again, "It's a pity, I've never seen snow, as if it was providential, I always missed perfectly." β
Yang Mu doesn't like to miss all the time, the people who miss it again and again are people who are unwilling to take action, in his world concept, what can be missed is deliberately missed, "The world is so big, if you want to see a snow, it's too easy." β
Chen Zhao's thoughts were ethereal, and he was also fantasizing about the beauty of the snow scene, "I don't know, what will it feel like if the snowflakes fall on my face?" β
Yang Mu doesn't talk about Fengyue, only talks about reality, a straight man's thoughts, "Hehe, it's a cold feeling." β
Chen Zhao closed his eyes and began to fantasize in the sky, "But what the poet said is very romantic, and the poet said that when the snowflakes fall on the face, it is the feeling of being kissed." β
Yang Mu's heart moved in an instant, even if his mind was direct, it was already overflowing, and he said gently, "When it's over, I'll take you to skiing?" β
Chen Zhao felt that Yang Mu was really a little stupid, and snorted and said, "I have never seen snow, let alone skiing." β
Yang Mu wanted to say, you won't I can teach you, but when the words came to his lips, he still changed his taste, "I'll go skiing through the snow with my sister, if I can, we can go together next time?" β
Chen Zhao observed Yang Mu carefully, and saw that his face was sincere, but he deliberately laughed, "Is it my own sister, or my love sister?" β
Yang Mu replied seriously, "Twins, sisters-in-law." β
The words had already been spoken, only to find out that it was so offensive. Chen Zhao had no choice but to talk to him, "No wonder, you are so squeamish, most likely because she is used to it." β
Yang Mu pursed his mouth, his appearance was delicate and pretty, he was really likable and never tired of looking at it, "Oh, I'm gentle, how can I be squeamish!" β