Tong Huaiqing was still holding the grapes and smiling.

He's like this, he often has a cold face, but the smile is actually quite low, and it's strange, just now Chi Ye's words were poked, and his eyes were bent into small crescents.

Anyway, it's not him who looks like a hawthorn.

Ikeno's skin is tanned, and if it is red, it is not a hawthorn.

The wind chimes under the eaves swayed, and Ikeno was too lazy to take care of this person, so he put the plastic bag he was carrying back in the kitchen, half of it was kept for tomorrow to make sugar gourds, and the rest was boiled with apples to eliminate food.

Tong Huaiqing stood up to wash his hands, wiped some moisturizer again, and got used to it, even if he didn't play the piano for a long time, he had to take good care of his hands.

There is a calendar hanging on the side of the living room in the house, on this page of September is a beautiful woman in a red dress, smiling brightly leaning on a big bank, the page is a little yellowed, and the blue ballpoint pen draws a circle on today's date, reminding the little girl's birthday, Tong Huaiqing stretched out his hand and put it on it, stared at it for a while, and then opened the next page.

The National Day was also marked on a few days, and three words were written next to it: "Farmhouse".

This is the arrangement that was promised in advance to the child to travel and play at that time.

Going down the last line, I put a tick on the middle number, I don't know what it means.

Tong Huaiqing put down the wall calendar, turned around and looked at the wall next to him, neatly pasted with the three good student awards, next to it are many lines of different lengths, and there are pencils writing the time next to them.

The words are small and beautiful.

It should be a record of the children's height.

There is a very fresh trace, which was just marked in the morning, and today's date is written.

Tong Huaiqing palmed his hand sideways, compared it from the top of his head, and drew it with the void on it.

"I'll measure you too?"

Chi Ye came out of the kitchen, chewing a hawthorn in his mouth, sour, and handed it to Tong Huaiqing without changing his face: "Taste it, it's very sweet." ”

After eating the loss of the vine, Tong Huaiqing didn't take it at all.

This person is probably having a problem with his sense of taste.

Chi Ye's fingertips also smelled of astringent fruit, and he looked at Tong Huaiqing with his eyes down, looking preoccupied.

"Homesick?"

Tong Huaiqing paused: "Hmm." ”

He turned around, leaned against the wall with many lines, and smiled at Ikeno, "I have to go." ”

Chi Ye nodded, and didn't ask him if he had any conflicts with his family, so he said, "I can't send it." ”

"Okay," Tong Huaiqing thought for a moment, "I'll go to the train station." ”

There are no taxis in this small place, and there are all red-painted three-wheeled wheels running around the streets, and I can't stand it.

The hawthorn core has been there with chopsticks in advance, and Ikeno can eat it directly in his mouth: "When?" ”

"That's it."

Tong Huaiqing took out a brass-colored coin from his pocket: "This is for my little sister, a birthday gift." ”

Ikeno took it and looked at it, good guy, it's foreign, the pattern on it is not the familiar plum blossom, but the side face of an old man with a long nose, and he can't understand the other letters, the old man has a string.

Tong Huaiqing smiled sideways: "Do you know, English." ”

It's in a good mood.

He laughed a lot today.

"Of course I know English," Ikeno pinched the coin, a little hesitant, "but I forgot it all." ”

"Yo," Tong Huaiqing couldn't help laughing, "Say a few words." ”

Be quiet for a moment.

Ikeno grimaced: "Welcome to Beijing!" ”

is bidding for the Olympic Games, who wouldn't drag two sentences of foreign text?

Tong Huaiqing covered her stomach with a smile, she really ate too much at noon, and her stomach hurt with joy at this time: "That's French!" ”

Chi Ye also laughed, got closer and looked at it again, didn't see the number, didn't know how much it was worth, and was about to ask the price, but was interrupted by Tong Huaiqing.

"It's a tourist commemorative coin," he straightened up, his right hand still pressed on his stomach, "take it, play with the child." ”

Ikeno looked at him: "Cheng." ”

When you get closer, you can smell the faint smell of the man.

Tong Huaiqing is a particular person, he has a fever twice, he wakes up and struggles to insist on skin care, the cream he uses is not the child's face they are used to, Chi Ye occasionally rubs a big treasure in winter, and he doesn't apply anything on weekdays, so the first time he saw Tong Huaiqing rubbing water lotion, it was quite rare.

Just carrying such a small bag and two bottles of skin care products.

Tong Huaiqing didn't explain.

The main reason is that he is prone to allergies, and after rubbing the moisturizer on the market, his cheeks will be red and bloodshot, and his skin will be sensitive when the seasons change, and he will have a small rash if he doesn't pay attention.

So I used a special blend from the old doctor, which has a faint medicinal taste.

It doesn't smell bad.

Chi Ye was a little stunned for a while, and when he reacted, Tong Huaiqing had already entered the house to pack his things.

What is there to collect.

A few summer clothes, his own toiletries, a worn-out bunny, wallets, documents, and the piano music folder that Chen Xiangyang gave him.

Tong Huaiqing frowned, but still put this clip in.

In fact, he didn't plan to bring anything related to the piano when he came out this time.

The zipper was closed, the shoulder bag was not full, and there was not even a coat that could be worn in autumn, Ikeno looked outside the door with his arms crossed, went out to the shelf, and brought the unfinished medicine.

The clinic doctor prescribes colorful pills wrapped in white paper, folded a few times, and packed in a thin plastic bag.

Tong Huaiqing took it and said thank you.

Raised his head again: "Then, let's go?" ”

Ikeno let out an "um" and turned to go out.

From here to the train station, it is not far, he inserted the key into the motorcycle, kicked off the pedals, the tight long legs wrapped in jeans supported the ground, and he carried a helmet in his hand, and gestured to Tong Huaiqing.

Tong Huaiqing grabbed the strap of the backpack, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Why don't you open three rounds?"

"There are a lot of people and cars there, and I'm afraid of getting stuck in a jam," Ikeno was already wearing his helmet and couldn't see his expression, "this is fast." ”

The motorcycle is bright red, the shape is rough and the lines are smooth, I don't know if it has been specially modified to match Chiye's figure, the seat is so high that Tong Huaiqing's waist is high, the exhaust pipe has "suddenly" begun to roar, the smell of engine oil came, Tong Huaiqing endured it, or stepped forward and took the helmet.

He hadn't been on a motorcycle.

Looking at it, it is a barbaric behemoth, or a heavy locomotive, and if one of them falls down without holding it, it may be able to crush people to death.

I'm ashamed to say that I didn't wear a helmet either.

Directly put on it, a little big, dangling on his head, groping to find the strap, maybe turned over, not fastened well, so light fingers on this made it difficult, when working hard, a pair of big hands reached over, pulled the adjustment belt, and fixed it.

"Click".

Tong Huaiqing was wearing a helmet, a little stuffy, pushed the lenses up, and saw Chi Ye still looking at him sideways.

It's like a joke.

"Come up."

With such a high seat, if you sit on it, you have to put it on Ikeno's shoulder, otherwise you won't be able to use that strength.

Damn, this guy didn't mean to be bad.

Tong Huaiqing's face was expressionless, his left hand pressed on the leather seat, his right hand grabbed the hem of Chi Ye's clothes, stepped on the pedals and lifted his legs up, and he sat down in the back.

Ikeno twisted the handlebar: "You hold me, don't be so far away." ”

Tong Huaiqing grabbed the shelf behind the side with both hands, and he didn't know what the part was, anyway, as long as he could grasp it steadily, he said coldly: "That's it." ”

I was still smiling just now, so why don't I laugh.

Ikeno was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.

Some young people talk about girlfriends, deliberately take someone to sit on a motorcycle, and jump forward without saying hello, and the person behind instinctively pounces forward from that momentum, squeezing their chests to the spine, sneering and scolding.

This trick, who does not know.

Tong Huaiqing grabbed the metal shelf and adjusted his sitting posture: "Let's go?" ”

With a roar, the bike started, and unexpectedly, it was not fast.

Deliberately slowed down.

Without a huge push back force, he could sit firmly holding on to the back seat, the autumn breeze blowing coolly on his forehead, and the plane trees on the side of the road receded like clouds.

In the afternoon, there are not many pedestrians on the streets of the town.

Tong Huaiqing leaned forward and raised his voice: "Chi Ye." ”

"Say," the man turned his head back slightly, "what's the matter?" ”

may be covered by the sound of the engine, Tong Huaiqing is not so secretive, and can ask the questions in his heart.

Although he roughly guessed, he should have misunderstood.

Because looking at the reactions of the people around him, Ikeno doesn't seem to have a problem with his orientation.

"You are," he said, considering his words, "the ...... Like men? ”

Although the speed is not fast, Ikeno still habitually bows down, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his figure is as beautiful as a fierce leopard.

"What? You are louder! ”

"I said," Tong Huaiqing let go of his voice and leaned forward again, "Do you like men—"

There was a truck passing from behind, and when it turned a corner, it sped up, and the wind blew Tong Huaiqing's words to pieces, and Chi Ye only listened to half an ear.

What?

What do you like about men?

Are you asking him if he likes boys or girls?

This asks what this is for.

Of course it's the latter, Ikeno doesn't plan to start a family at the moment, but if he has children in the future, he still wants a girl more.

But this thing, he can't say for sure, it depends on fate.

"Everything!"

He didn't look back: "I could-"

The motorcycle ran over the speed bump on the ground, Tong Huaiqing fell forward carelessly, and hugged Chi Ye's waist, his expression under the helmet was full of shock.

Admit it.

It's true...... Men and women can eat it.

Chi Ye's back was very tight and hard, which couldn't help but remind Tong Huaiqing of the touch of tiptoe when they met for the first time.

He pressed his hand on the other's shoulder with mixed feelings, keeping his balance.

True...... No one should be a man.

It's quite foreign.