Love perfect score

Chapter 31

Li Cai also likes men, and even likes him.

When these two things happened at the same time, even the dull Yan Xiaomu knew he was surprised, but he still managed to keep his senses, trying to push Li Cai away, but because of lack of strength, he fell backward due to the interaction of forces , sat down in the water, and choked on several mouthfuls of water.

"I, I, I'm sorry!" Li Cai also realized his abruptness later, and stepped forward to pull him, but seeing Yan Xiaomu's little face flushed from the water, his almond eyes were moist, and he couldn't help it. He hugged the person again.

"I, I have a boyfriend!" Yan Xiaomu successfully pushed him away this time.

That day Yan Xiaomu almost ran away, he went ashore and returned to Li Cai's grandma's house to change clothes, and ran away with his schoolbag before Li Cai came back after changing clothes.

When I got home, Xu Qingqiao came to the noodle shop to look for him. Before he recovered from the emotion just now, he blushed and didn't even say hello to Xu Qingqiao. He ran upstairs and locked the door behind him.

Although the door was locked, Xu Qingqiao only knocked once, and Yan Xiaomu also opened the door.

All the way back, the wet hair was blown out of shape by the wind, with one side curled up in the other, and the eyelids drooped, looking helpless.

Xu Qingqiao didn't ask him what's the matter, and asked him to take a shower first, "Dafu bought a projector, and invited us to watch a movie in the studio tonight. I wanted to call you first, but I just happened to pass by and came straight over."

Yan Xiaomu stepped forward and hugged Xu Qingqiao's waist, and rubbed his head on Xu Qingqiao's chest several times, but he couldn't say anything.

Xu Qingqiao patted his head, "Take a bath first, and then talk about it after you clear up your mood."

Yan Xiaomu came out of the shower, walked slowly with a pair of slippers on, wearing a pure white short-sleeved sleeve, his exposed arms and legs still had water droplets that had not been wiped off, his face was white and translucent.

Xu Qingqiao was still waiting for him in the room. Seeing that his head was still wet, she took the towel from his hand and helped him wipe his hair.

Yan Xiaomu sat on the bed without saying a word, with his head down all the time, but when Xu Qingqiao hugged him onto his lap, he finally spoke.

Xu Qingqiao paused and asked, "Did he touch you?"

"I touched here and here." Yan Xiaomu pointed at his waist and thighs. Seeing Xu Qingqiao's gloomy face, his heart immediately became confused. hug me!"

Xu Qingqiao: "He still hugs you?"

Yan Xiaomu's eyes wandered, and he said incoherently: "Hug, hug me, I pushed him away, so he only touched me a little...a little bit, it's almost like not hugging..."

"It's not your fault." Xu Qingqiao stared at Yan Xiaomu and rubbed his eyelids, "Don't be unhappy because of this."

Yan Xiaomu rubbed his eyes, put his head on Xu Qingqiao's shoulder, and stopped talking.

"You don't have to feel guilty about not accepting other people's love." Xu Qingqiao lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "It's very rare for two people to be happy."

Yan Xiaomu nodded vigorously: "It's like me and you."

"You don't like him, he just touches you when he hugs you." Xu Qingqiao continued to comfort him, "I bump into him every day when I play basketball."

Yan Xiaomu was originally a big-hearted person. Hearing what Xu Qingqiao said, he immediately let others do his best.

In the evening, I followed Xu Qingqiao to the studio. There were no students at this time. Dafu hung a piece of white cloth on the wall of the studio to put pictures on, and bought a bunch of cold dishes and hot stewed cooked food. He didn't call anyone else. One person and one cushion, three people Just sitting cross-legged in front of the white cloth and watching Stephen Chow movies.

Dafu's taste is strong, and the cooked food he bought without paying attention is too spicy. Although there is soda to soothe the spicy, Yan Xiaomu was still burnt.

Nibbling on the neck of the duck while wiping tears, he was so pitiful.

His eyes were red and his lips were red. Xu Qingqiao wiped his mouth with a wet tissue, and Yan Xiaomu pouted and gasped.

While weeping, he was amused by the movie at the same time, squinting his eyes and smiling, hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

Yan Xiaomu quickly realized that spicy food is a kind of pain. He raised his arms and rubbed his eyes desperately, and his facial features were all squeezed together.

Xu Qingqiao took off the disposable gloves, grabbed Yan Xiaomu from the ground, told him not to eat, and then took him to the toilet to rinse his mouth.

"It's a good thing I haven't eaten a lot of duck necks." Yan Xiaomu followed behind Xu Qingqiao, looking back reluctantly, "There's still gluten, slobbering..."

Xu Qingqiao: "It's too spicy, you can't eat it."

Yan Xiaomu came out after rinsing his mouth in the toilet, pulled Xu Qingqiao by the corner of his clothes and said, "It's not spicy anymore, I feel like I can eat a little more, that gluten looks delicious."

Before Xu Qingqiao replied, Dafu's voice came first: "Can my brother eat? Can I go out and buy something else?"

Yan Xiaomu left Xu Qingqiao behind and ran out, "You can eat, you can eat, you can eat."

In the end, she didn't cry because of Xu Qingqiao.

He really couldn't bear the hotness of gluten, so he grinned and gasped, and then he accidentally touched his eyes with his hands covered in chili, and the tears flowed down again, even Dafu came over, but this time Xu Qingqiao just sat there and watched him Take your eyes off at a glance.

Yan Xiaomu was short-sighted, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, blaming himself for not listening to Xu Qingqiao, since he had always been obedient.

Originally, it was physical tears, but when I got emotional, I really started to cry. I got up from the ground, ran to the toilet to wash my eyes, and then cried in a low voice.

After washing his eyes, he looked up, and saw Xu Qingqiao leaning on the toilet door looking at him in the mirror.

The air was still.

Not really willing to make him feel so wronged, Xu Qingqiao took the initiative to hug Yan Xiaomu into his arms, kissed his trembling eyelids, and said nothing.

Yan Xiaomu said in a crying voice, "I will be obedient in the future."

Xu Qingqiao helped him take out the handkerchief from his trouser pocket, pressed it on his wet cheek, and said in a low voice, "Did I bully you? Are you crying so pitifully?"

Yan Xiaomu raised his face and let someone wipe his face obediently, sniffed and said, "You ignored me just now."

Xu Qingqiao put the handkerchief back into Yan Xiaomu's palm, and patted him on the head: "I'm going out to bring Dafu two bottles of wine, follow me to buy something else to eat?"

To put it another way, Yan Xiaomu nodded, and said in two hums: "Yes! I want to go out with you!"

Leaving Dafu alone in the store, Xu Qingqiao took Yan Xiaomu out.

There is a snack street not far from the studio, within walking distance, Xu Qingqiao packed a stinky tofu and fish ball soup for Yan Xiaomu after buying wine.

After coming back, Yan Xiaomu snorted and drank the fish ball soup, but didn't notice that he didn't drink the wine after buying it, and was directly put into the refrigerator by Dafu.

That night, Da Fu asked Yan Xiaomu which university he wanted to go to in the future.

Yan Xiaomu hugged the stinky tofu, glanced at Dafu, then at Xu Qingqiao, and finally shook his head dully.

"Time flies so fast, when did Qing Qiao follow my ass to learn how to draw?" Da Fu drew a line at the height of his shoulders with his hand, "The college entrance examination is going to happen in a blink of an eye."

It seems that it was at this time that Yan Xiaomu suddenly realized that the time is really fast, and they have already finished the college entrance examination by this time next year.

He also thought that Xu Qingqiao's studies are so good, there must be many good choices, and although his grades have improved a lot in the second year of high school, he is still far behind Xu Qingqiao, and their futures must be very different in the future. Xu Qingqiao can go to a big city and have a good development, but there is a high probability that he will return to Tongcheng.

"You...will you go to the Academy of Fine Arts?" Yan Xiaomu looked at Xu Qingqiao and asked blankly.

He knew that Dafu graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, and that Xu Qingqiao also liked painting.

But I heard Xu Qingqiao say, "Don't go to the Academy of Fine Arts, go to the Police Academy."

——His father is a murderer. I heard that he strangled his mother to death when he was drunk in the early years.

——His father has raised dozens or even hundreds of younger brothers. I don't believe that Xu Qingqiao has nothing to do with it.

Instead of going to the Academy of Fine Arts, go to the Police Academy.

Yan Xiaomu was the only one who was feeling overwhelmed, and Da Fu, who looked calm, seemed to have known about this for a long time.

After that day, Yan Xiaomu, who learned that Xu Qingqiao wanted to go to the police academy in S City, followed Zhang Ming to an Internet cafe for the first time in his life. Zhang Ming was playing CS, and he searched the Internet for other schools in S City.

The idea of ​​wanting to test a city with Xu Qingqiao had taken root in his heart at some point.

Secretly fantasizing about Xu Qingqiao in police uniform, and then rolling on the bed while blushing, this is a silly thing Yan Xiaomu often does this holiday.