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Chapter 27 1 Poems

Seeing Song Xinci standing with her back to her, Xia Yao swallowed, took off her suit jacket and put it on the plaid beside her, unbuttoned two buttons to reveal the white vest inside, then opened the cuffs, and rolled up a few Circle, bent down, scooped up a handful of water with his right hand and patted his face, the water temperature was very suitable, a little bit hot, just right.

Song Xinci raised his right hand, like a student typing a report in class: "Wait a minute."

Xia Yao stood up, a few drops of water slid over her perfect jawline and flowed down her neck: "What's wrong?"

"Keep your little fingers out of the water."

"it is good."

Xia Yao took off all her clothes, stepped into the bathtub with her long legs, the rose petals swayed, there were two baskets on both sides of the bathtub, some were prepared in them, Xia Yao twirled some and threw them in to cover up the mess, Xia Yao turned to face the wall: "I'm fine."

As soon as Song Xinci turned his head, Xia Yao's smooth and white naked back was seen, with water droplets flowing on it, and the beautiful butterfly bones were like two thin cicada wings.

Song Xinci's face was red, her heart beat faster, her breathing flustered... She didn't notice how she took off her clothes and stepped in. As soon as she stepped in, the petals swayed again. In the basket next to it, another bunch of flowers were sprinkled into it.

Xia Yao was also having a hard time there, her cheeks were flushed, she didn't want to think about it, and she couldn't control her brain, she lightly bit the fist made by her right hand, leaving a faint tooth mark on her hand, and it took a while to adjust With good thoughts, he restrained his messy thoughts, turned around, and lay against the bathroom, with his left hand resting on the edge of the bathtub.

The distance between the two is about twenty centimeters, which is about the same as the ruler used when reading.The water just reached their collarbone, and a little curve can be vaguely seen.

The ends of my hair were wet and hanging out of the bathtub.

Song Xinci patted his face with water, his movements were gentle and small, so as not to sway the petals away, listening to the crisp and beautiful music from over there, it was difficult to bear the silence, and he randomly searched for topics: "Sister Yao, you are more Which poet do you like?" After asking, I regretted it, what kind of topic is this.

Xia Yao looked at the petals on the water, dazed, empty, absent-minded...

Song Xinci turned to look at Xia Yao, and called out again: "Sister Yao."

"Ah." Xia Yao replied dumbly, turned to look at Song Xinci, and stammered: "Su, Su Shi."

Song Xinci's heart was beating fast, and he bit his lips: "I like Li Bai better." Song Xinci complained in his heart as he spoke, why did he find such a topic with a unique style of painting to deduce this scene between her and her elder sister Yao? We met awkward chats that haven't happened in almost ten years.

Xia Yao looked at a drop of water hanging on the brow of Song Xinci, nodded, and looked away: "Well, the clouds are green and rainy, and the water is light and smokey, so beautiful."

The topic I chose, I want to continue talking while kneeling, Song Xinci bit the bullet and said: "I like his general wine, I like his heroic, bold and unrestrained, fresh and elegant."

Xia Yao covered her face with her right hand, looked through the gap between her fingers and looked at the flower arrangement on the bedside table outside the transparent glass. While thinking about life, she nodded in response to Song Xinci: "Yeah."

"Then which poem by Su Shi do you like?"

Xia Yao sighed, turned around to look at Song Xinci again, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said softly, "It seems that our classmate Song really wants to talk about poetry today, I like Su Shi the most Huanxi sand, drizzle and slanting wind make dawn cold."

Seeing Xia Yao's smile, Song Xinci felt his heart melt, forget it, let's end this embarrassing topic in silence, and lie down quietly with sister Yao for a while, just simply said "Oh" , tilted her head back slightly, leaned on the bathtub and closed her eyes, with Sister Yao by her side, this is the joy in the world.

Xia Yao moved closer, looked at Song Xinci's long eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "I once wrote a modern poem."

Song Xinci opened his eyes, looked at the face close at hand, and was a little flustered for a moment: "What?"

Xia Yao retreated a little, leaned back again, looked ahead and said slowly: "I once met a beam of long-lost sunshine in the dark, and the floating dust spread into the shape of a rose in the bottom of my heart. The faint fragrance, lingering My heart makes me lost in the hope that is hard to chase." After Xia Yao finished speaking, she smiled wryly: "It's not a poem, it's just a sentence. I'm making a fool of myself, but I still hope..."

Before Xia Yao could finish speaking, Song Xinci stretched out his hand and pinched her ear: "Sister Yao, do you mind..." The ending sound was very long and did not finish.

Xia Yao turned her head to look at Song Xinci's flushed face, her voice was trembling: "What do you mind?"

Song Xinci breathed a little harder, Xia Yao's face was reflected in her eyes, blurred and cautious, swallowed her throat, and her slender fingers with well-articulated bones gently moved down inch by inch from Xia Yao's ears, her movements were very Light, because of the nails, she thought, she should cut off the nails, gently caressed Xia Yao's neck, thin shoulders, held the shoulders, continued to slide, and her fingertips stayed on Xia Yao's collarbone for a while. Yes, continue down...

Xia Yao's heart throbbed, her body trembled a little, her breathing became short of breath...

At this moment, Song Xinci accidentally touched a button of the bathtub, and the water in the bathtub rushed to one place as if the gate was released during a flood.

Because of the panic, Song Xinci stood up and frowned, took the pink bathrobe on the grid next to her, bent down and put her hands under Xia Yao's armpits, helped Xia Yao up, put the bathrobe on Xia Yao, and then He quickly wrapped himself in the same bathrobe and tied a knot.Xia Yao also tied the knot, the water hit her calves, Song Xinci stepped out of the bathtub first, took out a few rose petals, and stretched out her hand to Xia Yao: "It's a bit slippery, slow down."

Because everything happened so quickly, the two didn't see each other's bodies much.Xia Yao held Song Xinci's hand, walked out, looked down at the edge of the bathtub, took the first step, raised her head, just brushed Song Xinci's nose with her nose, flustered, slipped, and rushed towards Song Xinci fell down.

Almost subconsciously, Xia Yao put her right hand on the back of Song Xinci's head, wiped off some of the skin, and grunted in pain.

"My... waist..." Song Xinci said, his teeth chattering.

There was a step between the bathtub and the floor below, and Song Xinci's waist was on that step.

Xia Yao got up quickly, helped Song Xinci up, almost crying: "I'm sorry, Xinci."

Song Xinci was bent over, motionless, she didn't want to stand up straight, but she couldn't stand up because of the pain in her back.

Xia Yao's heart ached so badly, she didn't know where the strength came from, she hugged Song Xinci horizontally, Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao's jaw, her heart was about to sink in, the pain was severe, and she was still giggling.

Xia Yao gently placed Song Xinci on the bed.Pick up the landline in the room, call the front desk, and ask for a bottle of safflower oil.

Song Xinci moved her body, how to wipe the safflower oil after a while, opened the bathrobe, she was not wearing anything...

Enduring the pain, Song Xinci pulled out the pressed quilt with his own efforts and Xia Yao's help, lying on the bed, and accidentally ate a rose petal in his mouth.

After a while, the waiter rang the doorbell, Xia Yao tightened her clothes, went out, opened the door, a waitress handed over a rectangular red box, bowed and said: "Hello, your safflower oil."

Xia Yao took the safflower oil and bent down: "Thank you, it's so late, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The waiter stood up while saying that you are welcome.

Even though the waiter almost turned around and left as soon as she got up, and even though the waiter had received very professional training, Xia Yao still saw a hint of meaning on her face pretending to be calm...

Xia Yao: "..." You may have misunderstood something.

When Xia Yao closed the door and turned around to walk to the bed, Song Xinci had already lifted up her bathrobe and covered her waist with a quilt, revealing only her red and swollen lower back.

Xia Yao opened the carton, unscrewed the cap of the glass bottle inside, poured a little into the heart of her right hand, and with her left hand raised her little finger, spread the safflower oil evenly with her other fingers, knelt down on the bed, and covered Song Xinci's waist with her hands , gently kneading.

Song Xinci hummed along with the song played on the phonograph, and said lightly, "Sister Yao, let me tell you a story."

Xia Yao nodded Song Xinci's waist: "You are still in a good mood."

Song Xinci smiled: "That's natural. I'm always in a good mood when I'm with Sister Yao."

Xia Yao poured a little more safflower oil into her palm, and only hummed in response.

Song Xinci held a rose in his hand and said: "In the past, there was a man who was crossing the river in Chu State. He dropped his sword into the river. He hurriedly carved a..."

"Carve a boat and ask for a sword."

"Once upon a time there was a farmer who always felt that the seedlings in the field were growing too slowly, so he..."

"Pull up the seedlings to encourage them to grow."

"During the Western Jin Dynasty, there was a man named Le Guang who invited a friend to his house for a drink..."

"extremely suspicious."

Song Xinci protested: "Sister Yao, can you listen to me, you keep interrupting me."

Xia Yao got up and stood beside the bed: "Thank you, classmate Song, for the elementary school idiom story. I will try to give you a [-]% score in the Chinese test at the end of the term, okay?"

Song Xinci clapped his palms: "Okay, okay."

Xia Yao lowered her head and couldn't help laughing, bent over and touched Song Xinci's head with her elbow: "Are you sleepy, go to sleep." After speaking, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Xia Yao came back after washing her hands, looked at Song Xinci's sore waist and asked, "Do you feel it's burning hot?"

Song Xinci threw out the rose petals in his hand: "A little bit, how do you know?"

Xia Yao half-lyed on the bed, lowered her head and blew on the red and swollen area of ​​Song Xinci's waist, and said, "I'll know it by pinching my fingers, isn't it more comfortable?"

Song Xinci hummed, and said, "May I ask which Taoist temple Xia Banxian came from? Who did he learn from?"

"Our sect is declining day by day, so it's okay not to mention it." Xia Yao said, patted Song Xinci's back with one hand: "Don't talk about it, I'll blow it for you, you go to bed quickly."

"how about you?"

"I'll sleep again when you fall asleep, lest you won't be able to sleep because of the fever."

Song Xinci buried his head in the pillow and smiled for a while, then said, "Then I'd better tell you a story, instead of an idiom story, I will tell a fable story, I hope you will listen carefully and gain some insights."

"You also said you were addicted."

"A few bunches of ripe grapes were hanging down from the grape trellis. A fox saw it and salivated greedily..."

As the night darkened, the noisy city fell silent.

I do not know how many fables in elementary school textbooks have been narrated in Song Xinci.

Xia Yao fell asleep while lying on Song Xinci's back whistling.

Song Xinci fell asleep lying on the pillow while talking.

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone for seeing this, don’t you think it’s a bit slow. . .

I hope that when their love is strong, it will happen naturally. If the rhythm is not well grasped, I can only make up for it with hard work. The handicapped party is at a thousand speeds per hour, please bear with me. . .

Finally, thank you little angels for your support