my little sister in law

It doesn't matter which of the two people moves their minds first.As time goes by, those feelings have been polished thoroughly, quietly hidden in the years.

Lu Jinshan was fine at that time. He was not resistant to heat, so he took off his upper body jacket, put on a cardigan, and lay on a rattan chair in the yard.

Lu Liang held a bright red peach, pressed the textbook in his hand, and the juice flowed from the gnaw.He has a crew-shaven, hairy head, and sits next to him with a small bench.

The shadows of the trees whirled and the cicadas chirped.The leaves of the crabapple tree cover them greatly, shaking occasionally with the south wind.

The uncle was lying on his side with a fan in his hand, looking at Lu Liang.

He was a short little guy many years ago, but now he is a big guy, with thick eyebrows, lacquered eyes, oval face, and the heroic spirit of a young man.

Seeing the sweetness of his food, he wanted to have a bite too, but the lazy uncle didn't want to move, so he asked lazily.

"Lu Liang, is it sweet or not?"

Listening to the uncle asking him, Lu Liang raised his head, he let go of the book, wiped his mouth, and said, sweet.

"I'll try it." The uncle opened his mouth, his two rows of white teeth were slightly open, and there were also small canine teeth.

The bangs on the uncle's forehead are slightly scattered, the white cardigan is open, revealing his strong chest, his legs are wrapped by trousers, and his feet are stepping on the rattan chair, his five toes are white, round and flat.Sunlight peeked through the mottled leaves and fell on the side of his face.Those eyes, curved and smiling, looked at him dotingly.

The young Lu Liang's heart was beating wildly.

He raised his hand shyly, hesitantly, and held the slobbering peach to Lu Jinshan's mouth.

Lu Jinshan took a bite. He grabbed the peach's flesh, bit it, and then pushed it up with his lower teeth, biting off a large piece.

There was also a lot of peach juice, which dripped down from Lu Liang's fingers, onto his arms, sticky, and stuck to his clothes.

"It's so sweet." The uncle chewed contentedly. He turned over and lay flat, chewing the finely chopped peach flesh with his teeth. The pink and tender fruit turned in his mouth, trembling and turning into small pieces.

Lu Liang withdrew his hand, turned around, blushing unreasonably.

Afraid, throbbing, nervous, steaming Lu Liang's heart, his throat tightened, he took a bite of the peach, and chewed it whole.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, it stopped moving.This is what Lu Jinshan just bitten, with...

The uncle was holding a cattail fan in his hand, and he was fanning it one after another. He hung out one hand, and his fingertips were slightly pressed against Lu Liang's back.Lu Liang straightened up in shock, avoiding the touch.

After a while, he bent down quietly again, looking for the uncle's fingertips.

He rubbed against his back bit by bit, the softness, through the clothes, against his back.

Lu Liang read the book while pretending to be calm. He quietly stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the sweet water between his fingers, and half-covered it, he took a bite of the peach.

For a long time, the sound of cicadas stopped for a while.The young man quietly turned his head and glanced at Lu Jinshan from the corner of his eye.

The uncle's cattail fan was covering his face, and he was still holding the handle of the fan. He put his arms around his trouser legs, exposing his slender calves, and his chest rose and fell very regularly.

Come to think of it, fell asleep.

"Brother?" Lu Liang called him in a low voice.

Lu Jinshan didn't wake up and made no sound.

Lu Liang leaned over, and he slowly picked up the fan to block the sun, and both of their faces were buried behind the fan.Lu Jinshan slept soundly, and his mouth still had a faint sweet taste after eating a peach.

His heart was beating fast, as if he was about to jump out.

The sun was so warm, rushing towards it like a golden fan.

The boy's heavy breathing was restrained, and his soft lips touched the uncle's lips.

Sweet, peachy.

Just a light touch, and they quickly separated.

Lu Liang looked around in panic.

It was quiet and no one saw it.He bit his lips in frustration, his heart was pounding, and he felt disgusted.Reaching out with his sleeve and gently wiping the uncle's lips, Lu Liang stood up tiptoely, tripping over the stool in a panic.

With a bang, he fell headfirst.

He lay on the ground without moving, and after a while, he got up.

The uncle's eyelashes moved.

The fan gently covered his face again, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, but it was faster than before, like a trot.

The sound of the cicadas was still loud, and I also called the uncle, beating a drum in my heart.

He waited until he could no longer hear the sound, then took off the fan on his face, sat up, and touched his lips.

Staring blankly at the direction where Lu Liang disappeared, the uncle looked very strange, stunned and nervous.

The old dream is sweet, like sticky sugar, which melts and flows in the fingertips, sticky and greasy, stirring up one's mind.

After that day, Lu Liang always hid from Lu Jinshan.

The old lady made candy cakes, and Lu Liang wanted to eat them, but when Lu Jinshan came over, he took the box of candy cakes in a panic, put them in his schoolbag and ran away in a hurry.

The uncle was wearing a long coat, standing at the corner door, watching him run past like the wind.Rolling his eyes, he smiled lightly.

The dewdrops in the early morning pressed on the grass leaves, fell on its waist, and slid down with a tick.

So many times, the uncle is a little unhappy.

Just in time for the week, the old lady went out, and Lu Yinshan ran away long ago. He, a chaotic eunuch, couldn't stop for a moment.

Lu Jinshan, with his hands behind his back, was wearing a well-tailored suit, waiting for Lu Liang.

The dark blue clothes were wrapped around him, outlining his long legs, and his narrow shoulders concealed a sense of strength.

Lu Liang came out of the main hall and put eggs in his schoolbag. The old lady peeled two eggs for him before she left, in case he would be hungry.

His black school uniform was buttoned up tightly, and his schoolbag was slung over his arm.

The uncle came up from behind, and while Lu Liang was not paying attention, he hugged him from behind.

The boy's sprawled body trembled in his arms.

"Why hide from me, huh?" He put his face against Lu Liang's neck, and his lips rubbed against his earlobe, looking a little unhappy.

"I, I didn't, I didn't." Lu Liang stuttered.He straightened his body nervously, Lu Jinshan's breath was behind him, his arms were embracing him, and he leaned on his chest, touching the row of round buttons on his clothes.

Lu Jinshan retracted his arms and tightened his grip.

Little guy, I can feel my nervous heartbeat through my clothes...

"Didn't hide?" The uncle put his hand around Lu Liang's neck, he was bullying, pressed his finger on the top collar button of Lu Liang's school uniform, and rubbed it.

The hair on the back of Lu Liang's neck was about to stand up, he squinted his eyes, grabbed the sleeves of his clothes, flustered and didn't know what to do.

The uncle tilted his head, his breath brushed against Lu Liang's neck, his lips pressed against her, and he tapped lightly.

It just rained last night, the damp is still there, and the ground is wet after the rain. Lu Liang staggered a few steps forward, and his hand touched the branch of the crabapple tree, slippery with water.There is nowhere to escape, stepping on the roots that have come out.

"Brother..." Lu Liang closed his eyes tightly, and he called out in a low voice, green and hoarse.

"Hahaha." The uncle dawdled for a while, amused, he scratched Lu Liang's nose, and unbuttoned one of his buttons.

"What are you doing so tight, you idiot." He let go, grabbed Lu Liang's collar dotingly, grabbed Lu Liang's shoulders, and led him out.

"I send you."

If there weren't so many things that happened later, if there were mistakes, and the sky didn't meet people, maybe they would have another ending.