Chapter 24

After tasting the sweetness, Xingcheng was out of control.

He pestered Ning Xi in the living room and did it several times, and almost rushed over and carried his brother into the room to do it.

Finally, it was in the early morning and went back to the bedroom. Xingcheng took a shower and collapsed on the single bed, making him feel damp all over.

The two of them were lying side by side and squeezed. Ning Xi raised his arm and poked Xingcheng's stomach. The latter curled up and covered his face and groaned: "Why do I think the bed is so small today..."

Ning Xi was so tired that he was hoarse in his throat, and said with a cold face: "You hug too tightly."

After saying that, he took down the dog's paws on his waist. Xingcheng still hugged him again and blew into his ear: "I'm young."

Ning Xi felt a little uncomfortable on his waist. He admired Xingcheng's ability to be so energetic after most of the night. He said, "Roll over and sleep with me on your back, or you can go back upstairs by yourself."

When Xingcheng heard this, his voice was still lazy: "My legs are weak."

He lowered his head, and the fresh smell in the quilt was still from Ning Xi. He could not get out of his strength at all. He hugged Ning Xi's waist and started to get restless again, which made Ning Xi unable to show weakness: "My legs are also weak..."

Xingcheng suddenly burped into the quilt. Ning Xi was shocked and pressed his shoulders to prevent him from urging him down.

"What are you going crazy..."

The person who was called was lying on him, poked his head out of the quilt, leaned against him, rubbed his legs bit by bit.

Ning Xi blushed, buried his face in the pillow, and whispered to him: "The little kids in the first year of high school are not as capable of turmoil as you."

He knew that Xingcheng was venting tonight, and he himself was venting too.

Too many emotions and stress mixed together, both of them need a smooth mouth.

Xingcheng was very thick-skinned, just pretending that this sentence was a compliment, and he didn't argue with him. He rubbed it while saying, "I'm no longer a child."

The word "small" was bitten very heavily by Xingcheng, and Ning Xi's face turned redder. He wanted to scold him a few times, but he couldn't speak, so he turned over and got into the bed.

They are not children anymore, they must be responsible for their words and deeds.

Ning Xi closed his eyes and slowly recalled what he had done in the past eight years after he was twelve years old, and what he had lost in his youth?

It seemed like he fell into the boundless abyss and opened up another world that belonged to the adults.

It seems that many people do.

Time is like a ruthless person behind him, constantly kicking the staggering child in front of him, urging him to grow up...

I finally grew up.

I've grown up.

Why did I grow up?

Before falling asleep in a daze, Ning Xi remembered that when he was in his third year of high school, he was in the first year of high school. This person always got up early, but he had to wait until he was almost late to arrive at school. He swayed around the gate of the third year of high school. When he met, he would inadvertently say hello and shout morning.

Every time I play guitar upstairs, I have to send myself a voice message, as if I am afraid I can’t hear it.

I don’t know if Xingcheng is still playing that guitar.

Does he still remember the melody he once gave to himself?

...

After the two had a so-called "substantive" relationship, Xingcheng felt that his journey to school was much wider every day.

The cars that were speeding past the street at the door of the house no longer seemed so occupant. Even Xingcheng felt that the flowers on the heads of several elementary school sisters passing by the entrance of the community were not so dazzling.

Withered yellow leaves covered the entire street.

A few days later, two evenings after the diagnosis of the senior high school senior year, Xingcheng heard that the newspaper booth at the school gate had the latest this year's enrollment examination. Before the get out of class was over, he took his buddies to grab Ning Xi.

In order to avoid unnecessary problems, the school told all senior high school students that the book titles were given to them and bought their own. The newspaper booth at the school gate naturally became a place where everyone had to go.

Qingyang District is the district with the most key high schools in Chengdu. The newspaper booths on each street are robbed to the forefront, not to mention Wenwen Road in Shizhong.

Before he could think of the bell after class, Xingcheng took the lead and pretended to be a stomachache and leg pain. He was a future national athlete that the school team focused on training. The class monitor who came to guard the last self-study session was not easy to say, so he let him go.

Ren Mei was the second one to run out and followed Xingcheng over the wall. As soon as the two of them left the school, they ran to the newspaper booth near the school. They insisted that the person who came to deliver goods posted the admissions examination report and bought three books in one go.

In addition, after school, the brothers Xingcheng went to help the "sister-in-law" grab a total of ten books. Ning Xi was shocked when he got it.

He took a deep breath and didn't understand why he snatched so much. After collecting two books, the remaining eight books were sold to Xingcheng for the original price to his senior high school classmates.

Xingcheng was tired of grabbing, so he naturally didn’t have the original price. He charged more than five yuan for one book and earned forty yuan.

When I got home in the evening, I went to one of the best barbecue stalls in Qingyang District and had a midnight snack for his brother.

He was afraid that the night snack would be cold, so he wrapped his school uniform and hung it on his wrist. He rode his bicycle along the way, galloping across the streets and alleys, carrying the cool breeze from the night, and rushed to his brother.

When Ye Feng lifted the hem of his school uniform, he always remembered a photo he had sold by a high school girl at a high price.

He and Ning Xi were both wearing blue school uniforms and working hard on the basketball court, evenly matched.

Because of the backlight, a cluster of sunlight bloomed from the middle of the two of them throwing the ball, outlining the outlines of the two people in a particularly perfect way.

Xingcheng still remembers the previous class when the game started. He was very nervous throughout the class, holding a compass and a pen and turning it around, almost piercing his pointed head on the back of Ren Mei's hand.

Even on the desk table pressed by the textbook, there was a "ning" quietly engraved.

As for the character "Xi", there are too many strokes, so forget it.

There is still more time, so I slowly carve it with strokes and strokes.

It was mid-January, and the courses for Class 2 and 3 of high school were also at the end of the semester.

Xingcheng didn't have much time to harass his brother every night. He recited his books in the bedroom just like he was playing with his life. When Xingcheng's mother was memorizing the books, she made chicken soup and big bone soup at night, which made Xingcheng feel comfortable all over. She memorized the books and memorized them to the back, so she simply stopped memorizing them and had a midnight snack first.

Occasionally, under the reason of giving his brother the soup, Xingcheng touched the black and went downstairs from the corridor. Seeing that Ning Xi was not energetic after reviewing, he felt very distressed.

Xingcheng reached out and touched the dark circles under his eyes, but still couldn't help saying a few words to him: "You are going to take the exam for 75."

Ning Xi knew that his brother felt sorry for him and replied, "Can you get half of me? Let's talk about me after the exam."

Xingcheng put the prepared soup bowl on the small table, held his brother's face and kissed his forehead, shouted "Good night", and instantly rushed out of the room and ran back to memorize the literary works.

It seems that the disappearing power has been regained.

When I just kissed his brother, Xingcheng felt that he had grown a little taller.

It's time to bow your head.

...

In fact, from childhood to adulthood, he has a particularly strong sense of family concepts. Family education is relatively traditional and has a very positive outlook on three aspects. His parents understand the ancient modern, new and old, and his education is quite high.

Naturally, education for adolescents should be more open.

In his parents' hearts, there is nothing wrong with him except for fighting and fighting very hard.

However, during the period of time, Xingcheng looked through the windows and made his father suspicious. After all, he was a soldier and saw that something was wrong when he looked at the footprints on the balcony.

Later, Xingcheng felt that the movement was a little too big, so he began to try every means to cover the shoe prints.

After this, his father thought more and subconsciously felt that he was going out to check in with someone else, or running out to surf the Internet at night.

On the day when Xingcheng's father was following, Xingcheng happened to have no soup that night, so naturally he missed his brother's late-night snack.

He turned to the first floor and did not rush into his brother's room. Instead, he scattered at the entrance of the community. After walking a few streets, he saw a midnight snack shop and packed a portion of porridge and went back.

This is the first night.

The next night, Xingcheng's father was still waiting in the community. He didn't wait. The lights were too dim and he didn't see where he was turning.

On the third night, my dad was also impatient and opened the door as he flipped over the windowsill.

His father, who had been a soldier, shouted behind him like thunder: "Stop!"

Xingcheng was shocked. If he followed his previous temperament, he would definitely dare to jump down in front of his father. But when he thought that even his brother would jump down, he would forget it. He turned around obediently, put his long legs on the windowsill, and dared not move.

Not only did he dare not move, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Immediately afterwards, Xingcheng's father gave him at least an hour of sex education and life safety education.

He listened with his ears, and he also held a piece of Ferrero in his palm.

He snatched it from Ren Mei in the afternoon.

The gold and tin foil in his hand was touched loudly, and the palms were so hot that they would melt away if they held it for a while.

Too slap in the brain.

That night, Xingcheng naturally failed to get what he wanted. He was punished by his father to stand alone in a military posture and stood against the wall until the middle of the night.

At the end of four or five o'clock, Xingcheng stood up straight and dared not sleep, and he didn't even dare to bend down at all.

Standing straight, his eyes staring at the darkness in the living room, trying to find a little light from it.

Before standing, Xingcheng ran to the bathroom to send a message to Ning Xi as he was anxious.

X: Stop waiting for me

Don't disturb:?

X: Sleepy, go to bed first, don't be too late early

Don't disturb: OK
To be continued...