The misty clouds lingered in the mountains and the black building wetted by the fog. The young, gentle and gentle man in pale blue was holding a book, and his eyes looked softly at the group of radish heads shaking their heads behind the book.

At one of these moments, he saw the bluish purple and the avoiding eyes on the little child's face. His eyes paused, and then he showed helplessness and laughter.

"Come here today." He put down the book and lowered a group of small radish heads and immediately cheered unruly. The elder brother shouted and surrounded him.

Finally, this group of naughty children was coaxed away. The pale blue wide sleeves and gauze covered with the scent of pine wood floated to the last boy who was a little older than all the children.

The little boy who packed up the book was expressionless, and the young boy was particularly gloomy because of the feminine features and special pupils. Because of his identity, this young child was indifferent in this academy hidden in the mountains.

But the big brother who is about to step into the youth is not afraid. He looked down at the one who hadn't come and was tall, and the thin, sullen little boy couldn't hold back and laughed at once.

The little boy who was pretending to be expressionless made his face flushed, his eyes blinked, and he whispered.

"I won..."

"Yes, but you didn't take advantage of it."

"Brother Sleep Lamp!"

The child who finally raised his head shouted angrily, and then showed a panda-like dark eyes.

"..."

"..."

"Pooh hahahaha!"

"Brother!"

The annoyed young boy clenched his fist and threw it into the arms of the gentle smile, and embraced the slender waist fiercely. The cloud-like soft and gentle people and the pale blue robe were embraced by the small arms In my arms.

"I hate brother most!"

The teenager buried in the chest of the sleep lamp said so, but the movement of rubbing his chest and the red ear tip hardly said otherwise.

"It's almost your eleventh birthday, what do you want? Huh?"

The sleep lamp lowered his eyes, his white and jade-like face was full of spoiled feelings, his fingers penetrated into the emission of the back of the teenager in his arms, and he combed the broken leaves little by little.

No need to ask, it must have rolled on the ground during a fight...

"Can I ask for anything?" The little boy in his arms looked up, his eyes were narrower and longer than normal, and his eyes were all white. His eyes were bright with hope. "Is it really okay?"

"Of course." he said.

The little boy seemed to be happy all over the world in an instant. He said: "Then I want Brother to be my wife in the future! When I grow up, I must marry Brother, will Brother Sleeping Lamp be good?"

The stunned brother immediately laughed again.

"There are yin and yang in harmony, little idiot. Men and men cannot be married. After that, if you violate such ethics, you can't say it. Do you know that Master will punish you if you get angry."

The angry young boy said aloud: "Brother deceives, and brother can express any wish. Since the world does not allow, then I will let all the rules change because of me!"

The brother who was still smiling changed his face, "Shut up! Anyone can say this in private, but you are not allowed to hear it? You must not say that!"

The scolded young boy's tears filled his eyes instantly, but the evil eyes were like the eyes of the deer in the eyes of the sleep lamp, so he couldn't help but love.

"Brother deceived..." The little boy didn't cry when he was bullied because of his feminine appearance and life experience, and he didn't cry when he was crushed on the ground and hit with blood.

Every time he was humiliated and punished, his eyes were stubborn.

At this time, Jin Doudou fell silent.

The sleep lamp's heart instantly turned into a puddle of water, and he hugged him tenderly, and said helplessly: "Good, I agree with it." Anyway, when you grow up, I can still joke about you.

The little boy rejoiced again, rubbed his sleeves to tears, and suddenly tightened his small face and solemnly said, "You have to wait for my sleep light, I will definitely marry you in the future!"

Brother knocked on his head: "Little bastard, call him brother!"

"I don't care, sleep light, you promise me!"

"Good, I promise you..."

"I'll wait for you, the wind blows..."

I will always wait for you, wait for you to grow up, wait for you to have the power to protect yourself and important people...

Until then, I will open your arms for you.

To grow up alive...

The wind blows.

In the coffin, Wang Xiaoma's red and black wedding dress was loose and scattered to the elbows, and the red kiss marks extended from behind the ears to the chin to the weak chest, and deeper...

The thin shoulders were lightly touched by the lips full of curves and beautiful lips, and the scattered black hair intertwined with each other...

The pain of being bitten made him wake up ignorantly, and he didn't even know where he was for a while.

"The wind blows...I seem to have a dream."

The person on the body paused, and the scratchy ears scratched the ears.

"I also had a dream, and it was a good dream..."

The unbearable man smirked so that Wang Xiaomei shrugged his shoulders and pushed him gently.

"Don't continue..."

Wen Feng was utterly dismissive, every time the flat belly was gently brought close, this person would tremble, and Wen Fengjin was interested to try again and again.

Below the loose neckline is a better scenery, but the wind has not continued, and today has reached the limit where Wang Xiaoma can accept him.

He loosened the neckline.

"This is the last..."

Shasha's laughter and whimper were swallowed, and when he raised his head when he heard the wind, he gently pressed Wang Xiao'a's lower lip with his lips, full of feelings of reluctance and unwillingness.

The sound of the rubbing of the cloth weakened, and the person on the body pressed against the inner wall of the coffin, the huge coffin cover slipped open, and the peach blossoms burning like a tree fluttered in with a charming fragrance.

Wang Xiaoma raised his arm and covered his mouth. Near the tree, he was more like a living person. His face was reddish and his eyes were bright, with the flush that had just been intimate.

The feminine and handsome man who directly opened his robe and exposed his chest was more unruly. After stepping out of the coffin, he extended his hand to him, his full lips stretched and hooked.

"Come, sleep lamp, I'll hang your hair."