Chapter 4

If he didn't know anything about Meng Lao, Monna would have thought that he was murdering in the name of making up for it. Since the quack doctor in the college said that he was weak, even if he told the truth through Lele's words, the barbarian still turned a deaf ear. Not only did he dig ginseng soup every day, but also the tiger whip wine that Lv Shanchang had collected for a long time was copied by him. Make up.

Therefore, eating became the most painful time in Munna. He admired his courage. After all, it was really not easy to pull out vegetables and rice from the mountains of vegetables under the eyes of two big copper bells.

On this day, when eating, the two of them were staring with big eyes and couldn't stand in a stalemate. The big tiger and the little tiger barked wildly outside the door and shouted, "Meng Jiaoxi, it's us!"

Meng Na showed unprecedented diligence and ran to welcome the guests. Le Le pulled Yu Yan in and said with a smile, "Mencius, my young master has something to ask for advice!"

Looking at Yu Yan's unwillingness, Meng Na was clear. After shocking the students on the first day, he talked about some boring ancient masterpieces every day, so that everyone could accumulate knowledge. It seems that Yu Yan couldn't calm down at first, but his face was thin, and he had to be pulled by Lele.

Lele has been familiar with them in the past few days. He fanned his nose and rushed straight to the table. He shouted, "So much delicious food, young master, we are so blessed!"

When Yu Yan saw Meng Na looking at him with a smile, he bowed and heard Meng Lao roar inside, "This is what I made for Lazy!" Suddenly, a red cloud rose on his face and shouted angrily, "Lele, you greedy cat, come out!"

Le Le came out with a chicken leg with a smile. Yu Yan quickly pulled him to his side and knocked on his head, "Eat, eat, you're not afraid of making your nose bleed!"

Lele smiled flatteringly at him, "Young master, I'm not afraid of anything with you!"

Yu Yan seemed to be quite useful. He pressed him down, put his head on his shoulder and looked at the Zhong Kui on the door. He frowned and said, "It's strange, what is this Zhong Kui painted with? It's as thin as the wind, as strong as steel, as sharp as a needle. It's hard for the brush to have such a skill."

Lele stretched out his greasy hand and shook it in front of him, and said proudly, "The Master drew it with his fingers!"

Yu Yan looked at him suspiciously. He raised his chin and vowed, "Really, I saw it with my own eyes. The teacher also said that the painting was Meng Jiaoxi. Look at it yourself and grow your beard. Meng Jiaoxi is this virtue!"

Seeing Meng Lao like an iron tower at the door, Meng Na really wanted to cut off Le Le's long tongue. He smiled awkwardly at him and secretly stepped on Lele's foot. Le Le knew that he had made a mistake and said nothing in his arms. Meng Lao waved his hand, and the three of them did not dare to run. He tore the painting off and smashed it. He smashed it at Meng Na's feet, and his face was gloomy. The ground took the big tiger and the little tiger away with a basket on his back.

It was not until he lost his shadow that the wooden tire clay-like three people came to their senses. Yu Yan snorted coldly, "You deserve it!"

Lele elbowed him and said, "Meng Fuzi, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to draw Zhong Kui to exorcise ghosts."

Munna said with a wry smile, "Le Le, you have a good intention. I shouldn't treat him as the object of a joke." He changed the topic and said, "Yu Yan, are you here to ask why I don't comment on your paintings and never get to the point?"

Le Le Le jumped up and said, "Yes, yes, the young master is always reading around at home, which makes my ears cocoon!"

Yu Yan's face was hot, he kicked him away and said fiercely, "Go back and wash it, or you won't go to bed at night!"

Lele's mouth pouted and ran away.

Mana slowly walked to Chai Fei and looked at the end of the road and said word by word, "The so-called painting in poetry, poetry in painting, painting is a tangible poem, which can express the feeling that is built in the poem, but it is always indescribable."

Yu Yan followed his eyes and turned his head heavily, "For example, birds flying away, people disappearing, lonely boats, cold rivers, empty and lonely, depressed and cold."

"What else?" Muna nodded and smiled at him.

"Please don't hesitate to teach me!" Yu Yan solemnly bowed to the end.

Muna took a step back with his hand and said with a straight face: "The combination of poetry and painting is actually just a surface. Painting is a kind of mental skill, 'the foreign teacher creates the source of the heart' and 'the idea is wonderful'. If the painter writes, there will be one, and if he put the pen, there will be none. It will be done in an instant, and it will be gone in an instant. Those who indulge in indulgence, the mountains and rivers under the pen are crazy, those who pursue fame and fortune, those who are charming under the pen, quiet and elegant, their color will be light, and their mountains and rivers, clouds and fog will be clear, do you understand?

Yu Yan was silent for a long time and bowed again, "It's really a lazy fairy. The writing of "Taiping Picture" is crazy, without human fireworks, and the students are taught!"

Mana looked at the distance as if he hadn't heard it, with a sad face.

The sky in the mountain is like a child's face. It was just as bright as the sunset. After a while, it rained. Meng Lao came back wet all over. Seeing that Meng Na was sitting on the threshold and sleeping, he frowned, took out the herbs in the basket and hung them under the eaves. He took a cold shower in the yard and saw that he still had no intention of waking up. Si, sighed and sighed, and picked him up gently. Bana opened his eyes slightly, rubbed his clothes, and smiled brightly at him. Meng Lao snorted coldly, "What are you laughing about? Don't think I'll be fooled by you!"

He threw me heavily in **. Most of the time, Munna woke up and held his sleeve and didn't let go. Meng Lao said angrily, "It doesn't matter if you think I'm ugly. You can laugh at me in front of me and scold me and hit me. Don't learn from those people's obscene behavior and make fun of me behind my back. If you want to scare the ghost, I will obediently pose for you to draw. Don't beat around the bush. You still dare not recognize it!"

Every word and every sentence seems to hit his heart. Meng Na is full of regret and hatred. He is proud of his talent. He always laughs and scolds. He never cares about other people's feelings in the world. Perhaps because of this, all his relatives and friends hate him so much.

He doesn't blame Lele for being straightforward. He has never really respected Meng Lao. When he is a nerd and a barbarian, he only knows to squeeze his strength and enjoy his intimate service, but he never wants to pay.

What's more abominable is that he still maintains his high mentality, thinking that he is willing to be friends with him, and even study military tactics with him, which is a great kindness to him.

But he forgot that it was he who really got great kindness.

Meng Lao has the purest soul in the world. He just wants to be accompanied by a person, not as a slave. He has always been giving warmth and care.

Meng Na's heart was wild, but his unruly nature made him not know how to open his mouth. Seeing that Meng Lao rolled his sleeves and was about to leave, he rushed up and hugged his waist. Meng Lao was shocked by him. He hesitated for a long time. Finally, he put his hand on his head and lowered his voice and said, "Come on, I'm not really angry with you. I was Just ugly, not afraid of what others say..."

Manna covered his mouth and stroked his angular lips with an extremely pious look. Meng Lao was as dull as a wooden chicken. He only felt that the familiar and strange numbness began to come out again. His ears were hot and his heart beat wildly. He grabbed his hand awkwardly. Meng Na did not forgive and hugged him. His neck looked deeply into his eyes and said solemnly, "Meng Lao, you are not ugly. In my mind, you are the most beautiful man in the world!"

"Really!" Meng Lao never expected to hear such beautiful words. He was so surprised that his mouth could not be closed. He didn't find that his face was getting closer and closer. Finally, he pressed heavily on his lips, which was a perfect match.

Looking at his round eyes, Banna laughed secretly and licked on his lips with incomparable patience. It was not until the color became bright red that he gently opened his mouth, tested it with a dexterous tongue, and found that his timid. He charged into the battle without hesitation, rudely hooked his tongue, and took it to his mouth and sucked gently. When The corners of his mouth flowed out, and he entangled back to his mouth with him, gently licked every corner of his mouth, and finally entangled with his tongue again and danced wildly.

There was a strange sound in their throats. Meng Lao's rumbled in his mind and he completely forgot where he was. When Munnar's chest fluctuated and tried to retreat, he was a little dissatisfied with the soft departure, suddenly clasped the back of his neck, learned from his appearance, hooked his tongue, and sucked and licked desperately.

In this battle, Munna was defeated again.

I don't know how long it took for him to breathe, but Meng Na covered his chest and slowly calmed down. He patted him on the chest and said weakly, "Dird, do you want to suffocate me to death!"

Meng Lao smiled awkwardly, and his heart was full of joy and satisfaction. He did not dare to look at the fox-like eyes. He pulled the quilt to cover him and turned his head to leave, but his arm was dragged. He turned around tremblingly and saw Meng Na smile and rushed up again.

Meng Na was obedient this time. He didn't dare to fight with him head-on. Instead, he licked and bit him gently around his neck. Meng Lao couldn't stand this erotic teasing. He gasped and his arms were like iron. He couldn't wait to stuff him into his body. Munna was hurt all over. He was afraid that there would be no bone foam left if he kissed him again. He held his earlobe and asked vaguely, "Do you want to sleep here?"

Meng Lao can't even say the complete words.

As soon as Meng Lao's huge body lay down on **, there was only one corner left in the whole bed. He was a little embarrassed and narrowed his body as much as possible, motionless next to the edge of the bed, like a stiff corpse.

Meng Na laughed so tightly that his intestines were knotted, honestly and rudely pillowed his arm, put his cold hand on his chest, and unintentionally brushed the protrusion on his chest. Meng Lao shook his whole body, and his arms were like locks, making him tight and tight. Meng Na couldn't breathe well and almost fainted. He bit the little fruit in front of him angrily. Meng Lao He immediately let go of his hand and said with tears and laughter, "It's said that I'm big and the two of them can't sleep. You have to listen!"

Mana rolled his eyes and arched in his arms for a long time. He finally found a comfortable posture and smiled lazily, "Don't move. It's good for us to sleep like this. You don't have to fold two quilts every morning."

He still had a sentence in his heart that he didn't say, "Dumb, I'm so weak by you today. Let me go for the time being. I'll come back tomorrow!"

Meng Lao couldn't laugh or cry. He looked at the head on his shoulder, the hand on his chest, and the foot across the crotch. He could even feel that something was about to move in the place where the thin leg was pressed. He sighed, "You're fine. What can I do!"

There was a voice that was almost whispering, "Don't be angry. I won't dare to do it again next time!"

Meng Lao's heart moved, stroked his hair and smiled gently.

That day, Munna wrote four words "I like you" on his back. He has been deeply branded in his heart. What a touching sentence it is. For the first time, someone solemnly told him that he did not need to take the martial arts examination to get a name to prove his existence, because someone also likes it.

He was even so flustered that he lost the ability to deal with it, and he couldn't believe his feelings. Are the hot marks left on his back really his confession?

Is it really so easy to get feelings?

The development of such an intimate step was something he never dared to expect. He looked at the beautiful dream around him, and the slightly hooked face at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly felt that life was very complete, and his heart was even full, full of the surging **.

"Is that enough!" When whatever he wants becomes a task, of course, Munna doesn't have a good face. Even if it's easy to draw Zhong Kui, he has to draw it on the table one by one. Unfortunately, his fingers hurt. Moreover, it's better to have a good spirit and deal with him at night.

To be from the bottom of my heart, it has been two or three months since I left the capital. I feel itchy when I think of that ecstasy. I can't wait to catch him and have a good hand-to-hand fight. After two years of **, this body has long been used to the man's entry and has not been nourished for a long time. He really feels like a newly planted sapling, looking up at the poisonous sun in the sky, withering quickly because of dryness. If he hadn't met Meng Lao, he would have dried up and died, but how delicious his nerd is. If he let it go, it would be a loss for both of them.

The man broke his wings and turned the unruly and wanton lazy fairy into a doorless waste. The man got him, but he was not very happy. Whenever he tossed around the man, he could always feel the turbulent anger, every fierce sprint, every bite-like kiss, It's venting, which makes people both sink.

He knew what the man was angry about. His taming process was too short, which must have made the man much less fun. The man forgot that no matter how good the falcon is, no matter how good the falcon is, he can only be its owner's tame pet. He is a person who goes with the situation. He will not wrong himself, but he will no longer leave a smile to show others.

After hooking the last flamboyant beard with his nails, Monna threw the painting, collapsed to the ground, and even howled, "Don't draw, I won't draw it to death!"

Meng Lao ran up and down, laughing so that his eyes turned into a line. He picked up the painting and looked left and right, and stuck it straight to the kitchen door.

Looking around Zhong Kui in the courtyard, he said complacently, "Well, I'm so arrogant. I'm so majestic. I'll ask him to draw more and post them in the academy tomorrow to see who dares to be naughty!"

Mengna laughed secretly. He propped up his upper body and waved his black claws to him, "Meng Lao, come here!"

Meng Lao brought a basin of water with a smile. As soon as he put the black claws into the water, an enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of him. He said "ah" and was immediately stuffed into a soft thing in his mouth. After the thing raged in his mouth, he immediately withdrew and licked it on his lips. After two times, the victory is returned to the court.

He could almost hear his heartbeat, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping. He buried his head and continued to wash his black hands. He said sullenly, "If you want to kiss, you can also look at the place. Don't always kiss me secretly in the college. It's not good for everyone to see."

Mana snorted, "Don't you like it?"

Meng Lao was anxious, "I'm not unhappy, it's just..."

Mana put her face in front of him with a smile, "It's just what? Don't talk nonsense again. I won't kiss you again!"

There is no reason for the beauty to come to the door. Meng Lao was self-taught. He held his face with his wet hands and his lips fell heavily.

His lips collided, and both of them were stunned. Unfortunately, Meng Lao did not realize what was wrong and sucked it intuitively.

Mana's eyes were full of water in pain. Knowing that if he let him suck it down again, he would definitely have a flaming red lip tomorrow. He simply opened his mouth and took the initiative to lead him in. Meng Lao was really obedient. He had a good meal in his mouth. He kissed Meng Na so much that he could only breathe and collapsed in his arms.

Seeing that today's plan was going to die, Munah was in a hurry, pinched his throat, stretched out a distance, and whispered, "I want to take a shower..."

Before he finished his words, Meng Lao ran away. He went to the back and grabbed the green leaves and ran into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a black and gray face. He grinned and said, "The fire is very strong. The water will be ready after a while. Would you eat and drink a bowl of soup first?"

"No!" Munna screamed, and her whole body had shrank to the case a few times.

Meng Lao frowned and said, "I'm going to take a shower in the pool. Do you want to have a look?"

Muna quickly climbed out of the case, stretched out his arms to him with a bright smile, said something softly in his ear, and suddenly turned him into a cooked shrimp.

After watching the strong man's desire, Meng Na suppressed his nosebleeds and came back to hug the strong man's big meal. Meng Lao threw him into the bathtub with a chicken and soaked him in the water with a faint mint fragrance. Meng Na sighed repeatedly, "Meng Lao, you are really a genius. Don't leave me alone. I can't live without you... "

Meng Lao laughed and washed his hair with soap horns. He smelled it carefully and felt that there was a fresh fragrance on every hair. When doing these things for him, he has a strange happiness and satisfaction. It seems that every hair on his body and every inch of skin belongs to himself, and his feelings can also be transmitted to his heart.

Because Meng Lao has been heating water, Meng Na is soaking comfortably that he doesn't even want to move his toes. His eyes are half open and half closed at the edge of the barrel. He did not forget today's plan. He smiled at Meng Lao confusedly. The man said that he is the most confusing. Meng Lao, a nerd, definitely can't escape. He imagined a strong man rushing up crazily. The scene of pressing him under his body, kissing him all over his body and entering his body was so beautiful that his whole body was light.

Sure enough, Meng Lao only felt that the blood all over his body surged to the top of his head, and his face suddenly turned red. He was a little flustered. He pressed the strange smile and said, "Why are you laughing? Didn't I wash it clean?"

Munna's face was pressed into a pancake, and her nose almost shrank back. Tears turned back and forth in her eyes, crawled out angrily, put on her clothes and left. Meng Lao looked at his back, looked at his big hand, and hit him hard, "It's your bad thing every time!"

Mana thought that he would definitely chase him and pressed him into a crazy kiss. Unexpectedly, he almost fainted in the quilt and didn't wait for anyone. He held up his eyes and roared in an extremely resentful voice, "Dumb, where are you?"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Lao dodged and rushed in and panicked, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Mana almost fainted, pointed to his nose and gritted his teeth and said, "Have you been at the door just now?"

Meng Laoru, a child who did something wrong, stood upright and nodded honestly.

Mana's fingers began to tremble, "You, you, you, you forgot what I just said. Why didn't you come in? I couldn't help calling you. Don't you want me!"

Meng Laoru, the prisoner who received amnesty before his death, forgot all his words and could only express his shock and joy in the simplest way. With the momentum of starving tigers, he pressed him under his body and started from the beginning and ate crazily.

With a thump, Munna's head kowtowed on ** and scolded dizzyly, "Slow down..." Then he began, and his words were drowned in the entanglement of enthusiastic tongues.

The kiss was as enthusiastic as fire, like spring rain. From his face down, to his chest and abdomen, to his lower body, to the soles of his feet, his body burned red marks, like delicate flowers blooming in the vast wilderness, lonely, painful, but always in the direction of the wind, smiling unabated.

He never thought that there would be such an earth-shaking reaction to sincere giving. His feeling followed Meng Lao's lips. Everywhere was the fire of the prairan. He rolled up his tongue and rushed to every corner of his body. Every pore was cheering, and every hair seemed to have life, soft along the five fingers he inserted. The ground is flowing.

However, he completely miscalculated the situation. Meng Lao didn't have the point at all. He grabbed his leg and nibbled it tirelessly, which made him want to go out again, extinguished and rekindle it again. A few times, and almost made him collapse. Seeing that Meng Lao still had a tendency to fight with his legs for a long time, he only felt that his mind was full of confusion. He didn't know where his strength came from, and he pulled his hair up.

As the saying goes, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Monna was pulling his belt. Meng Lao couldn't close enough. He pressed down. Monna was tired and was pressed out of breath by him. His eyes turned white and almost fainted. Fortunately, Meng Lao flashed quickly and rescued him. He patted and rubbed him to serve him.

Manna took off his heart, took off his trousers, and fixed his eyes. He even wanted to die. He just wanted to be happy, but forgot that the giant's work would definitely not be small. Although the man was also tall and powerful, the job was the best. Compared with Meng Lao, he was still a little witch.

His eyes hit back and forth on that ** and Meng Lao's face. Meng Lao couldn't wait to hide all his hands and feet together with that **. He smiled awkwardly and suddenly understood the mentality of the prisoner who was about to go to the execution ground.

Mana's brain was hot. He took out a white porcelain bottle from the small drawer by the bed and stuffed it in his hand to give up his life for righteousness. The hero said in a tone, "Paint me more, I don't believe I can't get in!"

Of course, Meng Lao is an obedient and studiousive young man. He automatically peeled off and held him in his arms. While honing his kissing skills in his vicious eyes, he wiped the cold wound medicine into his backyard.

Because Meng Lao wanted to take the initiative, the more he became more irritable. He took a deep breath, opened his body, knelt on **, pulled him behind him with the thick hair in his lower body, looked at him with murderous eyes, and said gloomyly, "Come in, don't hurt me. Be careful that I cut off your dick with a knife!"

Meng Lao's head was sweating coldly, and he couldn't retreat. He simply closed his eyes and be a happy ghost. As soon as he pushed forward, Manna shouted, "Bastard, you were a cow in your previous life. I'm not Tian..."

Meng Lao couldn't laugh and cry, and couldn't stop. While he scolded happily, he was cruel and straightened his waist so that the whole body did not enter his body. For the first time, he had such a feeling that his body was bursting. He bent over and hugged his waist and automatically got up consciously as he kissed.

After a few screams, a strange voice escaped from Manna's throat, which seemed to suppress too deep pain, like a burst of joy. The man behind him rushed wildly without rules, but he got unparalleled pleasure.

Every time, he seemed to hit his heart, forcing his long-lost enthusiasm to extract the tears he had accumulated, coupled with the panicked but hot kiss on his back, the hot marks left on his skin, every drop of the same truth. He cherished him as much as he cherished him.

There is also no substitute, and there is no way to avoid it.

This is the first time. Without the help of hands, the white desire quickly spewed out. Meng Na's legs softened and were held tightly by the strong arm at the right time. Meng Lao's hands were like locks, clinging his body tightly, like a devout believer, kissing ** with a feeling of worship.

If there is something heavy in Munnar's heart, he can safely give his body to him to deal with. Meng Lao did not let him down and saw him collapse.

He was at a loss. He hugged him and attacked him crazily.

Feeling the gradually softening sex organ in his body, Munna suddenly was in a trance. Even if he disarmed and surrendered, the man would not let him go. He insisted on making him unable to stand begging for mercy or fainting directly, as if this could prove his toughness. The man didn't know that he had hated begging people since he was a child. Every time he begged for mercy, he made him want to kill himself.

What should be paid off is finally paid off. He doesn't owe that man anything, and he can never see each other forever. His heart was light, and tears finally fell

came down.

In the confusion of consciousness, there are two rough palms, touching his face over and over again, as if there is an unprecedented kiss

It fell on his eyebrows and lips.

He still held the thick arm tightly, and in his dream, he smiled extremely.