Yu Luying put the flip phone in her hand to her ear to talk about the phone, and on the other end of the phone was her mother Yu Lihua, and Wu Nong's soft words were said in her timbre, which was very good.

Xiao Yao's gaze drifted downward, and above the girl's shell shoes and under the hem of the pale green long skirt were snow-white legs.

The legs naturally overlap into a tall, thin × shape.

The reward won by studying hard and scoring 70 points is obviously not interesting if it ends at a glance.

Xiao Yao first looked around.

Although the bus was overcrowded, on the whole, the corner of their seats was still relatively private and great.

Usually no one looks this way, and even if they do, it's not easy to see anything from this angle.

Xiao Yao focused his attention on rewarding himself.

As mentioned earlier, these tights are pure white opaque and look very smooth without any lines or patterns, giving them a clean and clean feel.

According to Xiao Yao's visual assessment, he felt that these legs should be easily held with just one hand.

Not just the ankles, but the calves.

Xiao Yao began his reverie.

However, reverie alone cannot prove any scientific conclusions.

For the sake of science!

Xiao Yao bit his teeth, his heart was horizontal, he leaned down, and reached out to touch Yu Luying's calf.

When Xiao Yao's hand touched Yu Luying's calf, he felt a soft and elastic touch, which made him involuntarily continue to grope.

He felt the delicate touch of those pantyhose. The material of the tights is very soft, as smooth as silk, and he can't help but feel a slight warmth on his fingertips.

The fibrous texture of the tights left a deep impression on Xiao Yao's hands. They are delicately and tightly woven together, making the entire touch surface feel very smooth without a trace of roughness or raised blemishes. Each fiber is flexible and elastic, giving Xiao Yao's fingers a comfortable sense of rebound.

When Xiao Yao gently kneaded the pantyhose with his fingers, he could feel the thickness and softness of the pantyhose. The thickness of these tights is not thin, but it shows enough softness to give a delicate and high-quality tactile experience.

This kind of touch made Xiao Yao can't help but imagine the fit of the pair of pantyhose on Yu Luying's slender calves, this soft and silky feel makes people yearn for it, and makes him miss and cherish Yu Luying more.

Yu Luying continued to talk to Yu Lihua while gently dodging Xiao Yao's touch. At first, she was a little surprised—after all, she didn't imagine that Xiao Yao would dare to be so bold outside.

However, the girl did not show great emotion, resistance, or attempts to fight back. She turned her body slightly, her legs together and retreated under her seat to avoid Xiao Yao's touch, while continuing to maintain smooth communication with her mother on the phone.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her apricot eyes were wide open, and her expression clearly revealed dissatisfaction, but she did not make a clear sound or show excessive emotion.

Yu Luying gently lowered one hand, blocked Xiao Yao's hand, and motioned for him to stop touching. The movement is gentle and gentle, without the use of force. Her voice may remain steady on the phone, trying not to let Yu Lihua notice what is going on around her.

Finally, Yu Lihua put an end to her chatter and hung up the phone.

Yu Luying hung up the phone with her front foot, and began to smash Xiao Yao's stomach and chest with her back foot.

Fortunately, her lady's flip phone is not a Nooinja, so it doesn't hurt very much.

"It hurts, it hurts." Xiao Yao said goodbye.

"Light! Sky! Change! Day! Yu Luying gritted her teeth and squeezed out these four words.

The girl looked around at the other passengers on the bus, as if she was very uneasy about the environment.

Her eyes were red, and she looked really angry.

"Good, good." Xiao Yao comforted her and reached out to pinch a few handfuls on the back of her hand.

Then it was bounced off with a bang.

Xiao Yao half-forcibly hugged the girl beside him, and gently coaxed her upper arm in her ear for a long time, Yu Luying only then did she exert force—maybe not, stepped on Xiao Yao's feet, and this matter was over.

"You see that my shoes have been stepped on by you with two white marks." Xiao Yao pointed out the shoe prints to Yu Luying.

"Aren't shoes just for stepping on?" Yu Luying glanced at it and said.

"Really? Then don't move. ”

When Yu Luying heard this, she hurriedly tried to raise her legs to dodge, but it was too late.

Xiao Yao had already lifted his foot and gently scraped the toe of Yu Luying's clover sneaker, and an obvious black shoe print was clearly imprinted on the toe of her shoe. The sole of his shoe accidentally touched Yu Luying's ankle, leaving several obvious light black marks, and the shape of half of the footprint was clearly visible, as if her pantyhose had been lightly smeared here.

Xiao Yao felt the soles of someone's shoes lightly touch his ankles.

Yu Luying glanced down at the shoes and socks that had been trampled on, and did not show an angry or distressed look, but responded to Xiao Yao's actions with a more violent attack.

The two sat in the position of the bus, stepping on each other, and the movements became more and more intense.

They play under their seats, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings and focus only on their interactions with each other – this small battlefield becomes their paradise, making onlookers deeply aware that they are two children after all!

The so-called bystanders mainly refer to the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard who passed by them when Xiao Yao said, "I promise, I will never sleep with her next time, and you don't tell your sister about this".

With curiosity in his eyes, this guy squinted his eyes, turned around and half-knelt in his seat—coincidentally, in the front row of Yu Luying—and looked down at the two of them stepping on each other.

Xiao Yao and Yu Luying quickly stopped and looked at the uncle together.

The uncle turned back and sat down.

Xiao Yao and Yu Luying looked at each other, and a smile flashed in their eyes.

Then, they laughed together.

Xiao Yao gently took Yu Luying into his arms, and the latter obediently rested his head on the boy's chest, and both of them enjoyed the intimate hug.

The young man suddenly lowered his head and pecked Yu Luying on the cheek, and the latter hit him again.

Just like the last time she went to Zhouzhuang, Yu Luying brought her baby camera.

"It's a pity that our bird doesn't, so there's nothing to photograph." Xiao Yao said with a smile.

The Walkman is also a must-take for Yu Luying when she goes out, and like last time, she easily stuffed a headset into Xiao Yao's right ear.

A clear acoustic guitar sound poured into Xiao Yao's ear canal like a trickling stream, and the boy immediately recognized that this was the song he had heard, but he couldn't remember which song it was for a while.

Until Xu Wei's vicissitudes of life and crystal clear, very recognizable voice began to sound.

"In this September

of the depressive afternoon

I want to leave

This impetuous city

I decided to go to the beach

Take a look at the sunset

Let the autumn sea breeze

Sober me up ......"

In all fairness, this song is not appropriate at the moment, after all, it is July, not September, and there can be no autumn sea breeze.

But Xiao Yao still felt very "appropriate".

Xu Wei's songs have such a kind of magic, no matter which song, as long as you listen to it while traveling, you will have the illusion of "free as the wind", and the heart is relaxed, like the soul being blown into a cool breeze in the sultry heat.

Xiao Yao felt like a kite with a broken string, floating around and floating in the sky.

He looked at the girl beside him and was in a good mood.

The boy suddenly realized that he was traveling alone with Yu Luying.

It wasn't "a scene he'd fantasized about a thousand times", because he didn't dare to fantasize about it at all.

The destination of this trip is also quite delicate: his "hometown".

For Xiao Yao, which is his "hometown" between Modu and Dongru is a very delicate matter.

But at least, that's where he was born and raised.

He went to nursery, kindergarten, elementary and junior high school in that town.

There are so many memories of the past.

Under Xu Wei's singing BGM, this trip with Yu Luying has been given more romantic imagination.

Elopement, wandering, adventures to distant places, and the unsuccessful daughter-in-law following her husband's first homecoming, all kinds of intentions are intertwined.

Although there are no relatives waiting for them, there are only a vacant, dilapidated old house that is leaking.

……

But isn't it better?

An intimate getaway for two people......

Xiao Yao raised his head slightly.

The young man was in a good mood, and followed the voice coming from the earbuds, and sang softly:

"The other side of the ideal may not exist, and I will still walk on this journey;

There are some, some, hopes and ideals, always in the bottom of my heart, which is the most beautiful melody;

And now, now, this real life, but floating, this chaotic rhythm......"

"Hey, big rabbit paper," Little Apple suddenly took off her earbuds and turned to Xiao Yao: "You guys over there...... That Dongru, is it by the sea? ”

"It's said to be by the sea," Xiao Yao explained: "In fact, I have to run dozens of kilometers from my house to the beach, which is estimated to be farther than from your house to the East China Sea." ”

"Oh, then forget it," Yu Luying said casually, "and said that she wanted to have fun." ”

Yu Luying is so interested, of course Xiao Yao is also very energetic: "Yes, it's only a few dozen kilometers." ”

"Forget it," Yu Luying said, "On such a hot day, people are sunburned - what kind of sea are yours, is it also the East China Sea?" ”

How do you learn geography for honor students? Xiao Yao said: "No, it's the Yellow Sea." ”

"Yellow Sea, ......"

"Well, there's nothing to look at, Yan'er Huang Yan'er Huang," Xiao Yao said, "but we have a special project there, called stepping on the clam." ”

"Clams?" Yu Luying was a little interested: "Step? ”

"Ah," said Xiao Yao, "clams are our specialty, a kind of shellfish, and I think it's unpalatable anyway—and then we have to step on them with your feet on the shore of the Yellow Sea." ”

"I want to eat." Yu Luying pinched Xiao Yao's short sleeves with two fingers and shook it.

"Eat, eat," Xiao Yao said, "Anyway, it's all here." ”

What was in his mind was a different scene.

Yu Luying squatted down and gently took off her shoes, revealing her white stockings. She cautiously stepped into the mudflats of the Yellow Sea, feeling the water rush to her ankles.

She took a deep breath and put her feet firmly on the mudflats. The soft touch of the mud made her a little uncomfortable, but every time she stepped on it, the mud would slowly be squeezed, and the clams would emerge from under the mudflats.

As she moved, more and more clams appeared at her feet. They struggle in the yellow mud, opening their shells to the sun. Gradually, her stockings were covered with the mud of the Yellow Sea, and she could not see the original whiteness. The sea mud adhered to the stockings shimmered in the sunlight......

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Luying's voice pulled Xiao Yao back to reality.

"No, I'm just thinking," Xiao Yao continued to maintain his smile: "I don't eat clams, but if it's a clams that you step on, I think you can eat and see ......."

"Hehe," Yu Luying said, "You fantasize slowly, I won't step on it for you." ”

"Hey, get out of the car, get out of the car." At some point, the bus stopped, and the driver sat in the driver's seat, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Why did you get there so soon?" Yu Luying was stunned.

"It's just the Yangtze River," Xiao Yao explained to her, "and the next thing is to take the ferry." ”

"Huh—do you want to ferry the Yangtze River? That's wide. Yu Luying's eyes lit up, and her eyes were full of "It's fun, it's fun, I want to play!" ”

"Gone." Xiao Yao took the girl's hand and stood up.

"Hey, don't you take the bag?" When Yu Luying followed Xiao Yao to the aisle of the bus, she looked back at the two duffel bags under the seat.

"If you have valuables, you can take them, and if you don't have them, you can put them away." Xiao Yao said.

"Oh, I thought I would have to change cars when I got to the other side...... Ms. Yu said.

"What a silly girl." Xiao Yao laughed at her and pulled her out of the car.

The sun is like fire, there is not even a place to block the shade around, and the earth is bright and shining, which makes people a little dizzy.

The smell of sweat from himself and the people around him made Xiao Yao a little irritable, and he subconsciously habitually waited for the parasol to be raised, but there was no.

Only then did he suddenly remember that it was her beside him, not her.

I don't know why, but when the ferry enters the site, the passage of people and vehicles is separated. Empty buses line up in long queues and pass through the ferry port one by one, while travelers slowly walk in through the sidewalk.

Xiao Yao suddenly felt that the girl next to her was a little excited—her walking posture was a little excited, and her steps seemed to be jumping and jumping.

"What's the matter, suddenly so happy?" Xiao Yao asked her with a smile.

Yu Luying just smiled and didn't say anything, walked and walked, and even took a turn.

"What the hell is going on, tell me." Xiao Yao urged.

"Just, I suddenly felt," Yu Luying replied briskly, "Symbiosis is also good." ”

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao asked.

"If it weren't for symbiosis," Yu Luying told Xiao Yao, "I should have been 18 years old, no, before I got married, I couldn't have gone to play so far away by myself or with boys." ”

I'm glad that my happiness is not one-way, Xiao Yao thought with emotion.

He really wanted to lift Yu Luying up and spin twice above his head.

"Nothing can stop you, your yearning for freedom," Yu Luying sang while walking and dancing: "The world of imagination, your heart has no worries." ”

"Through the dark years, I also felt hesitant," Xiao Yao consciously connected: "The moment you bow your head, you realize that the road under your feet is ......"

(End of chapter)