The floor lamps are like fireflies, glowing with a faint green light, illuminating only the surrounding ground.
In the darkness, the two breaths collided. The tip of Wei Chuan's nose was almost touching the tip of Meng Tang's nose. As if on purpose, he bumped forward.
Meng Tang turned his head to avoid it, Wei Chuan rolled his Adam's apple and kissed him.
His palms moved along her back to the nape of her neck, firmly clamping down on the person who subconsciously hid behind her.
When they kissed, Wei Chuan's hands were not honest, and his fingertips deliberately slid gently on the side of Meng Tang's neck below his ears, causing Meng Tang to tremble slightly.
The subtle discovery made Wei Chuan chuckle, and with a little force of his thumb, he forced Meng Tang to open his mouth.
Ambiguity heats up and drives straight into the situation.
Meng Tang’s heart was beating like a drum, and he just hoped that Wei Chuan would let him go as soon as possible.
Obviously, Wei Chuan didn't want to let go at all.
Every rapid breath he took was a profound reminder to each other of how much he loved kissing.
With a little restraint, full of gentle kisses.
I don't know how long it took, Wei Chuan stepped back slightly and said, "This height is very suitable for kissing."
If he was standing, he would have his head raised, while Meng Tang would stand on tiptoes.
Meng Tang's hand around his neck tightened: "Let's go? I was bitten by mosquitoes several times."
When Wei Chuan heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and turned on the light: "Where were you bitten?"
"Calf and ankle." Meng Tang stretched out his hand to scratch. "But it's okay. Sister Fang will make some ointment to prepare in the summer. I have it in my room."
Wei Chuan turned off the light of his mobile phone, hugged Meng Tang and said, "Let's go home first."
Wei Chuan no longer had the thought of admiring the night lake light, and the few red envelopes on Meng Tang's calf became a major concern on his mind.
It’s also because he was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, unable to share her firepower.
Back home, the courtyard was dark. Meng Tang looked at the time and said to Wei Chuan: "They are all old and have already gone to bed. Please be gentle and lock the door. I will take a shower first, and you can go to sleep too."
Wei Chuan responded "Okay" and closed the door softly.
He did not go back to the room, but moved Meng Yuchun's lounge chair under the crabapple tree, looking at the bright night sky.
Meng Tang took a shower for more than half an hour. Her hair was a little wet, so she simply put it down.
The bathroom and bedroom are not connected together because Meng Tang is a girl and Meng Yuchun has installed a separate bathroom for her since she was a child.
Since she was a child, no one has ever used her bathroom. Even if she is not at home, Sister Fang cleans and incense her bathroom every day to keep it clean.
Wei Chuan was actually the first person to use her bathroom.
· Pushing open the window to let out the steam, Meng Tang walked out of the bathroom door.
Just as she was about to go around the crabapple tree and return to the house, she was startled by the person under the tree: "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Wei Chuan chuckled: "Waiting for you."
"What are you waiting for me to do?" Meng Tang brushed the end of his slightly damp hair.
Wei Chuan stood up and said, "Come into the room. There are mosquitoes outside. I'll take a look at the bag on your leg."
"I told you it's okay." Meng Tangjing pushed open the door, crossed the study and went to the bedroom.
Meng Tang's bedroom is at the very back, and you have to cross a bead curtain to get in.
Wei Chuan stretched out his hand and saw the whole view of her bedroom, and was a little dazed for a moment.
Meng Tang sat down on the edge of the bed, raised his head and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'll go." Wei Chuan sighed, "Did I accidentally break into some eldest lady's boudoir? Is this a canopy bed?"
As he spoke, he touched it with his hands.
Meng Tang chuckled: "Grandpa made it for many years."
Wei Chuan touched the bedpost and asked: "What are the four seasons carved on the four bedposts?"
Meng Tang replied: "To be precise, they are objects of the four seasons, spring orchids, summer lotuses, autumn chrysanthemums and winter plums, which mean the four seasons are complete."
The wardrobe and Duobao Pavilion beside the bed are even more impressive for their extraordinary craftsmanship.
"Is this all done by the old man?" Wei Chuan asked.
Meng Tang nodded: "Yes."
Wei Chuan sat down next to her and said, "Your room is so interesting, I don't even want to leave."
Meng Tang: "..."
"You're kidding." When Wei Chuan saw that she was silent, he loosened the hook and let the mosquito net hang in the middle. "Did you put any ointment on your legs? Is it itchy?" Wei Chuan stretched out his wrist to let her look at his watch: "It's actually not even ten o'clock yet."
Meng Tang opened the lid of the ointment, Wei Chuan snatched it, rolled out a little green ointment, and held Meng Tang's calf in his palm: "I'll apply it for you."
Meng Tang: "...I don't know how. ”
“I’m happy to.” Wei Chuan laughed, “The legs are so white.”
Meng Tang kicked him in the chest: “Are you applying medicine or are you playing a gangster?”
“Apply ointment and ointment.” Wei Chuan quickly helped her apply ointment to the place where she had picked up the red envelope, then leaned over and blew on it with his mouth.
Meng Tang suddenly retracted his feet: "No need to blow."
Wei Chuan laughed, untied the mosquito net on the other side, and pressed Meng Tang's whole body under him.
"Wei Chuan!" Meng Tang became angry, "Get up quickly."
Wei Chuan was just teasing and was in someone else's house. How could he sleep in the same room as Meng Tang.
Seeing his girlfriend's face turn pale, he smiled slightly, then held her shoulders and rubbed her: "I'm teasing you."
Meng Tang snorted, turned around and covered himself with a thin quilt.
"I'm leaving." Wei Chuan pulled her over and kissed her, "Good night."
Meng Tang finally smiled: "Good night."
Meng Tang breathed a sigh of relief after Wei Chuan left. He was so clingy.
Meng Tang actually likes to stay in the old house in Yanqing. He likes to hear Sister Fang and the old man talking outside through the window when he is half awake in the early morning.
"What did you do this morning?" the old man asked.
Sister Fang: "I made some steamed buns, they're almost ready. I'm going to get two more side dishes, you go ahead."
"When did the two little ones come back last night?"
"Nine o'clock." Wei Chuan came out of the room with a sleepy voice and answered Meng Yuchun's words.
Meng Tang moved his eyelids and finally opened his eyes.
She lifted up the mosquito net and stood up, changed her clothes and opened the door.
When I came out, the old man had already gone out.
Meng Tang waved to Wei Chuan: "Come with me to wash up."
"Okay."
The two of them did not go to the bathroom. They squatted in the drainage ditch next to the vegetable garden and brushed their teeth, and then wiped their faces casually with cold water.
Sister Fang went to the bathroom and got a washcloth for them both: "I'm so lazy."
Wei Chuan laughed: "Sister Fang, what delicious food did you cook this morning?"
"Xiaolongbao." Sister Fang smiled brightly, "You guys eat first. The water tank needs to be washed today, and I have to go to work." Wei Chuan quickly stopped her: "You can't wash the water tank without eating breakfast. I'll help you after breakfast."
“Okay.” Sister Fang agreed.
About twenty minutes, the old man came back from a walk outside the door, carrying a piece of tofu in his hand, obviously for lunch.
Wei Chuan went to pick her up and sent her to the kitchen.
Meng Huaizhang had to go to work, so he hurriedly grabbed a few steamed buns and left.
There were only four of them left at the table. Wei Chuan and Sister Fang were chatting animatedly while the old man and Meng Tang just ate.
It was almost time to eat, and the old man asked Meng Tang: "Have you chosen the ingredients?"
Meng Tang nodded: "The graphic draft is ready, let's start the clay sculpture today."
Practice makes perfect, and the piece is not big, so in half a day, the rice paper drawing was ready.
The old man said "Yeah": "The sludge is gone."
Meng Tang raised his eyes and said, "I'll match it myself."
"Okay."
Meng Tang went to the backyard after dinner. There was a special clay sculpture platform in the backyard.
The base material of the putty is a mixture of 60% white china clay and 20% sawdust ash. Beeswax, tung oil and rosin are used for plasticization.
In order to prevent cracking, a certain proportion of egg white must be added.
After making the mud, it needs to be wrapped in wet linen cloth and left to wake up for two days before it can be fully mixed and penetrated.
Meng Tang was a little hungry when he was busy until noon, so he simply went out of the backyard.
As soon as I stepped into the middle courtyard, I heard a loud noise, and the sound of splattering all over the ground.
Meng Tang was startled and quickly strode over: "What's wrong?"
To the south of the kitchen, Wei Chuan stared blankly at the broken vat and fell into deep thought. In ancient times, Sima Guang smashed the vat to save people. He hadn't smashed it yet. Why was the vat broken?
Where does it start? Why can it be broken by brushing and brushing?
Meng Yuchun was not frightened, he just raised his eyes: "Did you damage my antiques?"
Sister Fang sighed helplessly: "Little ancestor, what kind of strength do you have?"
Meng Tang suddenly laughed when he saw the debris on the ground: "What are you trying to do? Are you really cleaning the vat here?"
"Aren't you busy? I just wanted to help Sister Fang with something." Wei Chuan smiled awkwardly, "How about I pay for it?"
Meng Yuchun pointed at the gate: "Go, there is something for sale at the pottery shop on the old street. Sister Fang hasn't cooked lunch for today, so you two can have a bite outside."
Wei Chuan pointed to the ground: "I'll put these away first."
"You don't have to clean it up." Sister Fang quickly stopped him, "Take Xiaotang out quickly, I'll clean it up here."
Wei Chuan was embarrassed: "I'll clean it up."
"It's really unnecessary." Sister Fang pushed them out, "Hurry up and buy some. I need a water tank back home."
Meng Tang took Wei Chuan's arm and said, "Let's go quickly."
Wei Chuan and Meng Tang walked out of the gate and asked, "Where is the old street?"
"It's still far away." Meng Tang said, "It's in the north, let's take the bus."
“Don’t you want to take a taxi?” Wei Chuan asked.
Meng Tang said: "You can also take a taxi, but the bus is right behind the house."
Wei Chuan took Meng Tang's hand and said, "Then let's go there first. Whoever comes first will get the seat." , did you bring any coins? "
Meng Tang patted his bag: "I have a bus card."
The two of them were lucky. As soon as they reached the bus stop, the bus stopped in front of them.
Meng Tang pulled Wei Chuan into the car, swiped his card, and went to the back seat to sit down.
It was noon and there were not many people in the car.
Meng Tang glanced out the window, looked back and said to Wei Chuan: "I used to go to school on this road, and it was only six stops away."
Wei Chuan took her hand and said, "High school?"
"Yes." Meng Tang said, "You can see it as soon as you pass by."
Six stops later, a high school slowly appeared in front of you.
Meng Tang patted Wei Chuan: "Look, this is it."
Wei Chuan did not turn his head. He kept looking at the other side of the window until the bus moved forward, and he still turned around to look.
Aren't those Meng Huaizhang and Li Hanjin? Why are they always together?
Intuition made Wei Chuan feel that nothing good was going on.