Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

"Dudu is back."

As soon as Song Huai entered the door, she saw Mother Song winking at him.

He was also wondering why his mother, who usually played mahjong outside, went home so early today.

Dad's awkward voice came from inside the door: "Dudu is back."

The strange enthusiasm of his parents today made him aware of something wrong.

When Song's mother's eyelids were blinking and cramping, Song Huai poked his head slightly and saw the man in the dark green military uniform sitting on the sofa behind the Song family's parents.

It happened that Lu Myanmar turned his head and his eyes met.

Song Huai blushed immediately.

His brain "buzzed", why is Lu Mian here?

Grandpa Song greeted: "What are you doing there? Come over and call someone."

Song Huai walked up to Lu Mian, twisting and twisting in small floral steps.

Lu Mian stood up.

He was a head higher than Song Huai, and when Song Huai lowered his head, it only reached his chest.

From this angle, you can just see a thin leather belt extending from the shoulders to the waist of Lu Mian. Several eye-catching medals are pinned to the belt.

A corset waist belt draws a thin waist, the legs under the army pants are straight and slender, and the calf is wrapped in leather army boots.

This was the first time Song Huai saw Lu Mian wearing a formal military uniform. It was-really-so cool!

The serious military uniform made him feel an irresistible sense of abstinence. Song Huai felt that he was about to suffocate with only one step away between them.

Song Huai looked at Lu Mian in a daze. Mother Song was still reminding him: "Dudu, it's amazing."

Song Huai recovered his senses and yelled softly, "Admiral, Admiral."

Lu Myanmar nodded.

Grandpa Song joked: "Our family Dudu is shy hahahaha, Xiao Lu, this grandson of our family has been faceless since childhood. It's rare to see people shy."

Song Huai pouted unhappily and accused Grandpa Song with his eyes.

Grandpa Song laughed and said, "Okay, no jokes. Don't say so. Dudu, you are going to pass the door. Why do you still have to shout from the general? You have more points."

Song Huai asked, "If you don't call the general, what do you call?"

Song father and mother Song looked at each other and smiled: "You can shout whatever you like."

After Song Huai realized what they meant.

The little ears are dyed pink.

Grandpa Song and Mother Song found a reason to walk away, leaving time for both of them.

Song Huai secretly looked up at Lu Mian, feeling a little embarrassed. But he was the little master anyway, he whispered: "Well, that, I'll take you to my room."

After speaking, Song Huai repented again.

When Lu Mian came to his house for the first time, he just took the initiative to take people to his room, would it seem that he was particularly unreserved? What if Lu Mian thought he was a random person.

He hurriedly explained: "I said last time, when you come to my house, I will show you my certificate." After that, he carefully observed Lu Mun's wink, "Can you?"

Song Huai's eyes were sparkling, and as soon as he walked in, he didn't have time to put down his schoolbag.

Lu Mian nodded lightly: "Okay."

Song Huai became happy when he heard that the other party agreed to see his certificate.

Song Huai led the way, and Lu Mian followed him up the stairs.

The Song family has a special room to store the trophies and medals Song Huai has won since childhood.

Pushing open the door, a wall of awards came into view. A cabinet in the corner of the room was filled with trophies Song Huai had won over the years. There was also a glass cabinet for his medals and some award-winning handicrafts.

Song Huaita wanted to show himself in front of Lu Mian, and seeing the award certificate in his own room, he felt confident.

He pointed to a certificate and began to explain: "When the school held a handicraft competition in kindergarten, I made a spinning windmill and won the first place." He raised his chin, with a very proud tone, "Look." He pushed with his fingers, "It turns fast. A kid made a small windmill back then, but I turned it faster than him, so I took one. Wait for the prize!"

"There are also these little red flowers, which the teacher told the children who were actively answering questions in class. In kindergarten, I took a whole 521."

"This trophy was won by me when I participated in a singing competition held by a TV station in my second grade. The judges and teachers at that time always praised me for singing well, saying that they wanted me to be a small singer."

"This is what I took in the fifth grade chorus competition."

"This is, I took it in the sixth grade solo competition."

"..."

"Look, I didn't lie to you, I can sing very well, and I won a lot of awards!"

Song Huai at this moment, like a proud little peacock, wanted to open the screen to attract the other's attention.

Lu Mian patiently watched him triumphantly introduce his house of honor, and he nodded in cooperation from time to time to affirm his achievements.

Song Huai turned his head once in a while, bumping into Lu Mian's concentrated expression, and his heart would miss a beat.

He knew that the other party was just listening politely, but who could resist a focused and patient man? Song Huai can't anyway.

Besides, Lu Burma, who is in military uniform, is really handsome and foul.

It's finished, I want to have a nosebleed.

Song Huai held his nose and looked away, muttering a few words in his heart not to be embarrassed by beauty.

In order to divert attention, he took out a small gold-plated microphone: "This is the prize I won for solo in the sixth grade. I really liked it at the time!"

Song Huai's short talk revealed his tuberculosis nature, and he tweeted a lot.

Lu Mian listened carefully. Suddenly, he asked abruptly, "Then why didn't you sing it?"

I don't know where this sentence hit Song Huai, as if the tape suddenly jammed, he showed a confused expression, and then confused the topic.

Lu Mian also skipped this topic cooperatively.

The introduction was almost done, and the two fell silent again.

Song Huai buckled his fingers: "Next, I will take you to my room."

Lu Mian did not nod or shook his head.

After getting along several times, Song Huai worked out a little pattern. Lu Mian didn't express his objection explicitly, but probably tacitly agreed.

Song Huai's room was the second to last in this corridor. When he was leading the way, he suddenly thought of his overly girly decoration, and he suddenly stopped. The whole person choked silently.

Lu Mian saw that he stopped suddenly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Huai squeezed his fist, feeling that he was about to die, but he had promised to take someone to see it, and he was almost at the door now, so he wouldn't regret it. At that time, Lu Mian thought it would be no good to hide something shameful in his room.

In order to give Lu Mian a psychological preparation, Song Huai said: "I used to decorate my room by my mother. You know, girls are more girlish."

As soon as the door opened, a girl with a face full of powder puffed up her face. The ceiling was pink, the walls were pink, the curtains were pink, and even the bed nets were pink.

The pink-white carpet was filled with various dolls, and the dried fish biscuits he had eaten last night were on the table. Even the chairs have angel wings.

Song Huai blushed and explained, "These dolls were forced to me by my cousin. The biscuits were left over from our cat. This chair is—yes—" Song Huai couldn't make up.

At this moment, he saw Lu Mian's gaze looking at the direction of his bed. He followed it and saw a huge white bear lying on his bed. This look is what he usually hugs and sleeps.

Song Huai was extremely embarrassed. He complained: "Oh, my second cousin put up such a broken bear while I was not in my room again. When I look back, I must tell grandpa not to let my second cousin enter my room!" Throwing the doll bear on the blanket pretending to be disgusted, the acting is close to the Oscar actor.

Lu Mian said "um".

Song Huai was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed that he would hit him to death with the obvious "um".

He explained palely: "These things are really not mine, I don't like them. Actually I am a man, you see, I still have muscles!"

"Ok."

Song Huai already wanted to cry.

"My mother thought it was a girl when she gave birth to me, so she decorated the room like this." He asked cautiously, still aggrieved, "Do you believe it?"

"Believe." Lu Mian said.

Lu Mian said that he believed him, whether it was sincere or perfunctory, Song Huai was very happy.

At this moment, Lu Mian suddenly felt suffocated in his chest, and then his brain seemed to be strangled with a string, his face condensed because of the pain.

"Sorry." Lu Mian said, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Lu Mian walked out in a hurry, leaving Song Huai with a look of ambiguity.

Lu Mian quickly walked across the corridor to a public toilet in the corridor he had just glimpsed. The secretary who had been waiting at the top of the stairs saw him and hurriedly followed.

"Admiral, what's wrong with you?"

When he went to the school to go through the formalities today, Lu Myanmar's condition was obviously a little bad in the second half, and the secretary persuaded him to go home and rest. But Lu Mian said it didn't matter, he had to come to Song's house.

Lu Mian locked the external door of the bathroom, and the secretary stood two steps away from him, looking at Lu Mian in the mirror, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He had seen Lu Mian go crazy when he was in Pu Zhaoxing.

The secretary didn't want to recall that scene again.

Lu Mian's mental power was originally stronger than ordinary people. When he went crazy, no one could control him.

Lu Mian supported his hands on both ends of the sink, clenching his fists, exposing the blue veins and knots on a section of his arm outside of his sleeves. He hung his head, his eyes closed, his lips were white, the bean-sized beads rolled down in the sink, and the hair on his forehead was wet. He was enduring the pain with all his might to restrain himself from going crazy at this moment.

"Admiral. I will call a doctor for you now."

"No need." After a while, Lu Mian's breathing finally calmed down.

He turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face with the palm of his hand to hide his embarrassment.

After a while, Lu Mian's complexion returned to normal, but just looking closely, he could still see that his face was pale.

Lu Mian ordered: "Get the radio back as soon as possible."

"Yes." The secretary worried. "Admiral, I have just called Doctor Zhou to go home. You should go back soon."

Lu Mian stopped in front of him, his body was immersed in the shadows, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I'll go talk to Song Huai."

The secretary looked at the direction he was leaving, and a chuckle overflowing from the corner of his mouth broke the tension that had just been tight.

The admiral seemed to care about Master Song more than he thought.

·

In the room, Song Huai was sitting on the carpet and rubbing the big white bear's face to vent his emotions.

Lu Mian just left him and ran away! Ran!

It is simply a model of contemporary scumbags!

At that time, Song Huai realized that Lu Mian wanted to use the bathroom, didn't he have it in his room? Why go out! It must be because he disliked him, this pink room is not masculine at all!

Song Huai rolled over on the bed angrily, hitting Xiaobai's fat face who slept with him every night, still embarrassed and embarrassed, trying to find a way to get in.

He is such an idiot, he even brought Lu Myanmar to the room!

It's alright now, completely disgusted by Lu Myanmar.

Song Huai felt more uncomfortable as he thought about it. He lay on the furry carpet, holding Xiaobai and kicking his legs and started screaming the groundhog.

At this moment, the door that hadn't been closed was pushed open with a hum.

Four eyes face each other.

Song Huai was kicking his little feet in strawberry socks in the air and froze.

Song Huai:...

He really didn't expect Lu Mian to come back suddenly.

Song Huai sat up abruptly, threw away Xiao Bai in his hands and stood up, with his hands behind his back, he was embarrassedly able to dig out a luxurious villa with a swimming pool with his toes.

He saw that Lu Mian was looking at him, his face didn't look good.

He twitched his head, squeezed his throat, and laughed awkwardly: "I, I'm screaming."

Lu Mian said "um".

Song Huai now has Lu Mian's "Um" voice syndrome. He has a bitter face, his brows are clenched, and his tone changes from statement to rhetorical question: "I said I was opening my voice, do you believe it?"

Lu Mian glanced at the pair of strawberry socks on his feet that were in harmony with the room, his eyes fell on the nervous, unlovable face of Song Huai, and the pain he had just relieved a lot.

Rarely, Lu Mian showed a slight smile.

Although the arc of that smile was really limited, Song Huai's fisheye that could rotate was still keenly caught.

He also showed a smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed. Song Huai walked up to Lu Mian and suddenly thought: "Well, that, what are you doing at my house today?"

The Lu Burmese words that he had just come back to say goodbye were swallowed again. He replied, "I came today to tell you that the villa for marriage has been cleaned up. If you want, you can move in tomorrow. "

His gaze kept looking at Song Huai, and he silently speculated about Song Huai's wishes in his heart.

Seeing the boy's face suddenly stunned, Lu Mian paused and added: "If you don't want to, I won't force you."

"I'm willing!" Song Huai was too smug, lowered his head shyly, and added with restraint, "I mean, I will consider it."

Lu Mian nodded when he heard the answer.

·

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As soon as Lu Mian left, Song Huai started screaming happy groundhogs in the room.

Grandpa Song was so scared that he went upstairs and knocked on the door: "What's wrong with this kid?"

Liu Xiaomeng stopped: "Grandpa, ignore him, he is happy."

That day, the Song family ate late for dinner amidst Song Huai's non-stop screaming of groundhogs.

Grandpa Song became more panicked as he listened: "Wenjing Xiaomeng, you can go upstairs and have a look."

Liu Xiaomeng bit his chopsticks, pretending to sigh deeply: "My brother is not in the middle, grandpa, just let him scream, you will not have a chance to hear it if you want to hear it in the future.

That evening, Song Huai was so excited that he didn't go downstairs to eat, he was full with excitement.

Song Huai waited until the clock on the wall reached seven o'clock.

At this point in time, the Lu family should have eaten dinner.

He used the communicator to edit a message to Lu Mian and send it over.

[Dudududududu: I think about it, I am willing to move over. ] About ten seconds later, I waited for the other party's sentence.

[Lm: Hmm. 】

Obviously it was the same "um" as during the day, but Song Huai felt that this "um" was extraordinarily different, which made him feel happy.

He rolled on the bed with bare feet, and thought for a while.

Sweetly changed the remarks of [LM] to [My Object].

They are all engaged, and they are going to live together soon, isn't Lu Mian his target?

Looking at the three words [My Object], and then clicking on that handsome, outrageous portrait, it is obviously full of the realistic style of middle-aged and old men. Why does his object look like a gallery photo? It's the one with nine or ninety or eighty layers of filters.

I thought the photos in military uniforms were handsome enough, but I didn't expect real people to be even more outrageous!

Song Huai can't describe it anymore! He is full of young men's hearts now!

He read all the chat records with Lu Mian over the past few days. Since the last time he added WeChat, Song Huai has always harassed each other in a different way.

I want to take a picture of Lu Mian when I see a delicious cake, and add a shy sentence by the way.

[Does it look good? If you like it, I will make it for you next time. 】

Hearing my grandfather's nagging that it would rain tomorrow, he immediately sent a weather warning to Lu Mian.

[It will rain heavily tomorrow, remember to bring an umbrella ^o^]

Lu Mian said very few words, occasionally replying a few sentences, they are all such monotonous and boring words.

Song Huai felt frustrated sometimes, but when he saw the handsome face of the other's head, he lost all anger. Who makes Lu Mian look so good-looking?

Beauty is justice!

Song Huai put down the communicator and stepped on the blanket with his bare feet. He dragged out his small box from under the bed. Fortunately, the box was not pink but blue.

Song Huai glanced around.

Where do you start?

Song Huai, who had never moved before, wanted to bring everything with him, and the box quickly filled up.

He packed two large suitcases, but there were still a lot of things that he couldn't fit.

Song Huai was worried.

He retrieved the communicator from the bed and took several photos and edited the text.

[Dududududududu: There are so many things, I don't know what to bring, you can help me see it. Song Huai just wanted to send it to Gu Yang's staff, but when he sent the text, he suddenly came up with an idea.

He copied the text and sent it to Lu Mian.

[Dududududududu: There are so many things, I don't know what to bring, you can help me see it. ] About ten minutes later, he estimated that Lu Myanmar should have seen the news.

At least Gu Yang, who has not returned, has already started to reply.

[Cool tyrant Yang Shao:? 】

[Kunba Xuanku Yang Shao: What do you show me? 】

[Kunba Xuanku Yang Shao: Where's the photo? What about the video? Nothing what you let me see. Song Huai didn't answer after a minute. Gu Yang was impatient, so he called directly.

Song Huai answered the phone and lied casually: "I wanted to sort out the things I went out to play this summer vacation. My mother just sorted it out for me, so I don't need it."

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Lu Mian returning the news.

Song Huai hurriedly said, "Ah, my mother called me, and hung up."

Song Huai hung up the phone, clicked on the WeChat interface, and began to reply to Lu Mian.

[Dududududududu: Huh? Sorry, I made a mistake and can't withdraw it. 】The top of WeChat shows intermittently that the other party is typing...

[My object: It's okay. 】

[My object: You can also ask me. 】

Song Huai was delighted to see this sentence.

He took a lot of pictures and sent them in one go.

At this moment, the Lu family came to the military as a guest today.

Lu Mian was listening to them chatting as the master companion, when suddenly there was the sound of a communicator in the room.

In the past, when they had a meeting, the communicator was strictly forbidden. Everyone looked at each other, and then noticed that Lu Myanmar's communicator was ringing.

Oh, that's all right.

At first, everyone didn't dare to look at Lu Myanmar blatantly, but this time the communicator was beeping too many times, and everyone in the room surreptitiously looked at him.

Zhou Xueying reminded: "Admiral."

Lu Mian looked serious and wrote lightly: "Don't worry about it."

It's just that he didn't sit for five minutes before going out in the name of going to the bathroom.

Lu Myanmar's pace was a bit faster than usual, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Standing in front of the sink, turn on the communicator.

The number of messages in Song Huai's small dialog box has soared to 30.

Click to open.

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【...】

[Dudududududu: I like this very much, but it's too big to fit in the box. Do you think I should bring it. ] [Dudududududu: This cup was given by Gu Yang on my birthday. Although it is not very beautiful, I also want to take it away. 】【…】

It may be that I have not received a reply for a long time.

[Dudududududu: Are you there? 】

[Dudududududu: Did I bother you. 】

[Dudududududu: Or I'll figure it out by myself. 】

Lu Mian found that Song Huai had a childish youthfulness. He seemed to have energy that he could never use up. Sometimes he was behaved, and sometimes he was like an energetic little speaker. In some small things, you can always pour extra entanglement.

·

Song Huai, who couldn't get Lu Mian's reply for a long time, collapsed like a deflated balloon on the blanket, among the piles of debris.

He glanced at the communicator every two seconds.

I felt wronged in my heart: Why didn't Lu Mian return news to him?

Suddenly, the communicator rang.

It turned out to be an advertisement.

Song Huai kicked twice angrily.

The communicator rang again.

Song Huai took a look with no hope, and when he saw that it was Lu Mian's news, he sat up abruptly.

[My subject: I'm sorry, but I didn't reply in time because of something happened just now. 】

It turned out to be something.

Song Huai thought happily: He said that Lu Mian had said it for his reference. How could he deliberately not reply to the news?

[Dudududududu: It's okay. Panda picks feet and feet.jpg】

[My object: The second, third, fifth...The twentieth family has prepared them, so there is no need to bring them. ] [My object: This cup, if you like it, bring it. 】

[My subject: It doesn't matter if the box doesn't fit, Allen will handle it. 】

Song Huai obediently posted one.

[Dudududududu: Good. 】

Excitedly, he turned into a small electric motor and started kicking his feet again, only considering the problem of disturbing the people at night, so there was no groundhog screaming.

Song Huai was sorting things excitedly, feeling that this pile of debris was pleasing to the eye.

After the simple tidying up, he washed and lay down on the bed, and went through the conversation with Lu Mian again.

Tonight, he and Lu Mian had a full 18 sentences with him, and the sentences grew and became meaningful.

Compared with the previous modal particles or mechanical answers that had no soul and meaning, it was a qualitative leap!

When Song Huai was flipping through the news, he suddenly found out: That's it! Lu Mian sent him the last conversation tonight, but he didn't reply!

Song Huai tossed all the way to zero.

At this point in time, Lu Myanmar should have rested.

I heard that the work and rest of the soldiers are very regular.

Song Huai struggled for a while, and finally replied in the dialog box.

[Dududududududu: Good night. 】

I thought I would have to wait until the next morning to get a reply.

Half an hour after the message was sent, Song Huai had just fallen asleep, and a message popped out of the dialog box he was holding.

[My object: Good night. 】