Chapter 88 Holding the Hand of the Son, Old with the Son

After hearing Aunt Feng's words, Fan Fei really wanted to jump back into the water to wake up, but he suddenly thought of a detail. Just now he saw that Aunt Feng's hair didn't seem to be wet...

Thinking of this, Fan Fei didn't know where the strength came from. He turned over and sat up, and then saw Aunt Feng, who was dry all over and smiling brilliantly. On the other side of the charging boat, Han Long, who was wet, was pinching Lv Heng's nose and busy giving him artificial respiration...

Lv Heng had woken up by this time. He was looking at Han Long with his bearded eyes wide open, and then pushed him away and moaned, "Fow! Did you eat raw garlic?

Then poor Lv Heng struggled to turn over and vomited...

What about Ding Shichen?

Fan Fei glanced at him and finally found the long red figure at the end of the charging boat. Ding Shichen was sitting in a corner and secretly looking at himself, his eyes full of shyness and joy.

There is no dry yarn all over her body, and her clothes are all wet on her body, and the curves are exposed. She had to put her arms around her chest, on the one hand, to resist the cold, and on the other hand, she wanted to cover her awkward body. Qi Feng stood straight beside her and persuaded her to warm up and dry her clothes by the engine, but she shook her head with a mission and did not dare to get up at all.

Seeing Fan Fei looking over, Ding Shichen bit his lip and hung his head slightly. His long eyelashes flashed desperately like a frightened butterfly. With a shy and panicked look in her purity, she was as beautiful as a budding daffodil, which immediately stunned Fan Fei.

"Hey, boy, look here!" Aunt Feng rudely stretched out her right hand, twisted Fan Fei's head over, and then pressed the tip of her nose with her left index finger. She smiled ambiguously and said leisurely, "Just now, in this boat, a woman helped him do artificial respiration to save a man, and by the way, she kept her first kiss for many years. He, what do you think this man should do?

Fan Fei took a look at Aunt Feng, who was smiling with a knife, and then glanced at Ding Shichen, who suddenly blushed. He immediately understood what had happened after he was rescued from the ship just now, and he also had a problem in his heart, so he smiled and said, "Madam, don't worry, I will be responsible for that woman."

This time, it was Aunt Feng's turn to blush. She kicked Fan Fei's buttocks fiercely and said angrily, "Bad boy, are you going to die? Who is your master's wife?

"That's it! Want to test my apprentice? No way!" Han Long laughed happily.

"Oh..." Fan Fei shouted, rolled his eyes and fell on the board. It seemed that he was knocked unconscious by Aunt Feng.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ding Shichen, who was hiding in the corner shyly, saw the situation and quickly jumped up, rushed to Fan Fei's side, and shouted anxiously, "Fan Fei, what's wrong with you..."

Before Ding Shichen finished his words, Fan Fei suddenly opened his arms and hugged her in his arms.

He hugged him so tightly, like his soul, for fear that as soon as he let go, this beautiful man would leave him.

Ding Shichen snorted and wanted to break away, but he was afraid of touching Fan Fei's injury. After struggling slightly for two times, her whole body suddenly lost her strength, so she had to lie on Fan Fei's body like this.

Two young and wet bodies are close to each other, and they are trembling slightly. I don't know whether it's because of the cold or the sudden happiness.

He and she closed their eyes, and no one dared to open their eyes, as if they were afraid that as soon as they opened their eyes, the belated happiness would suddenly let go.

Fan Fei quietly felt the soft and cold body in his arms, just like in the water just now. Only at this moment, Fan Fei still couldn't smell the apple fragrance on Ding Shichen's body. The body fragrance disappeared as early as Ding Shichen jumped into the water, and was replaced by the slight fishy smell of the river. But in Fan Fei's nose, this smell of water is ten times more fragrant than the most fragrant perfume.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the pretty face close at hand, her tightly closed eyes, and the two rows of long eyelashes that were gently trembling. He was excited for a moment, but suddenly he didn't know what to say or what to do.

At those juncture of life and death, he was full of words to say to her, but at this moment, he felt that all language was superfluous, especially the word that was said by countless men and women, not to mention that he said it openly in front of people full of the boat, which was really too numb.

Then he remembered Master Han Long's famous saying that love is not made by mouth, but by action.

This is the sadness of a rookie virgin, because although the word love is said to be vulgar, it is always the word that girls are most willing to hear, because it represents their own charm, spiritual conquest, and everything...

"Sofa!"

Aunt Feng suddenly sighed two words and secretly demonstrated that she quickly began to perform a limited-level program.

"Bench!"

Han Long immediately took a sentence, and then strode over, stretched out his big hand, carried Aunt Feng's back neck like a spoon, pushed her to the left deck, and then pointed to the left bank and said, "Xiaofeng, look there, there is an owl!"

Aunt Feng pouted unwillingly and opened her eyes to look into the dark, but she didn't see anything. However, this time she was extremely docile and did not turn around to enjoy Fan Fei's clumsy performance.

"Floor."

Lv Heng, who was lying on the ground, smiled and suddenly closed his eyes and turned his head to the left.

"I'm sleepy. I'll sleep for a while."

The boat is too small, and the range that can be moved is really limited. The rest of Qi Feng has nowhere to hide. He can only sit on the deck with his back to Fan Fei, put his hands on his knees, bury his head between his arms, and make a fake drowsiness.

For a while, there are the right time, the right place and the right people...

Fan Fei finally summoned up his courage, hugged his hands hard, raised his head suddenly, and quickly kissed the two frozen purple lips.

At this moment, the world is old...

It's just that because Fan Fei was too quiet and the two were a little nervous, when their lips touched each other clumsily, their teeth also bumped together, making a crisp "grid" sound.

"Alas..." Ding Shichen covered his mouth, screamed gently, and then opened his eyes and gave Fan Fei a white look with a smile.

That look is charming and bright, full of countless amorous feelings.

Then Ding Shichen found that the posture between him and Fan Fei was too ambiguous. His face turned red and he quickly broke away from Fan Fei's hug. She stood up gently and coincidentally, looked back a few times, hesitated for a moment, and finally squatted beside Fan Fei like a bird.

"Wo..." Aunt Feng suddenly shook her head, and then covered her mouth and smiled, as if she had guessed the embarrassment behind Fan Fei at this moment.

Her smile was suddenly a little sad, as if she remembered the scene when she was young... Thinking of when she was still Sister Feng...

Han Long took a deep look at Aunt Feng, smiled and whispered, "Are you envious? Shall we reconsider that agreement? Hey hey...oops..."

Aunt Feng suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Han Long's arm desperately, so she immediately let Han Long put away his laughter.

"First time, no experience..."

Fan Fei smiled apologetically at Ding Shichen, and then sat up with the help of Ding Shichen.

After that, he slowly stretched out his right hand and held Ding Shichen's left hand.

The bright thumb handcuffs were still hanging on his thumb, and the cut finger had already become purple and black.

"Does it hurt?" Ding Shichen greeted his left hand without hesitation, gently stroked Fan Fei's purple and black fingers, and said sadly.

This time, she was no longer shy or flinched.

In fact, she has been waiting for this moment since she left school yesterday. Although it is only more than 20 hours away from now, Fan Fei has experienced a series of moments of life and death, and she almost lost Fan Fei forever. This time, she will naturally not let go.

Never let go again!

The lost happiness is the deepest happiness in the world.

Fan Fei didn't say anything, but smiled, and her tender fingertips gently stroked her already numb thumb.

He is feeling with his heart and waiting patiently, as if waiting for a solemn ceremony to be completed.

Ding Shichen's tender and slippery little hand slid and jumped between Fan Fei's big hands, and then the ten fingers were finally intertwined and gently held together.

Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

The moment they held their hands, the two looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, they are connected and don't need more language.

They both understand that if they want to finally get together, they will face greater wind and rain, and may even be a disaster.

But at this moment, their hearts are warm and they are not afraid of anything.

No matter how many variables there are in the future, they believe that as long as they stand side by side, hand in hand, and heart to heart, they can laugh at the wind and rain.

Even if it is a thunderstorm all over the sky, they believe that they can get through it together!