It’s Not Too Late to Meet Again After Rebirth

38. Chapter 38 The Same Bed

The subject unconsciously arrived at 10:30 in the evening. There was less entertainment in the countryside and more things in the daytime. In general, I slept early at night. At this time, I stood on the balcony and watched it. It was dark.

The old lady has already cooked it. Tomorrow, she is going to sell tea eggs, soak the eggshells and soak them in brine, and climb upstairs to rest. Originally, her room was downstairs. After Lin Jian broke her leg, it was inconvenient to go up and down the stairs. She changed the room with Lin Jian and moved upstairs.

When she saw that no one was on in Lin Mo's room, she was very distressed and turned off the light. When she went to Lin's study room, when she saw Han Xun being giving a lecture, she smiled: "It's not too late, go to bed. Those books will be tomorrow. It ’s not too late. "

When Han Xun gave a lecture to Lin Shu, Lin Mo also took out his textbooks for research. It was indeed not too early to look up and said, "Well, we know, grandma, let's go to rest first, and we will go to bed immediately. "

"Okay," the old lady walked a few steps forward, and then backed away, said, "You are hungry or not, there are tea eggs in the kitchen below. If you are hungry, go get it yourself." Lin Mo and Han Xun were half-aged and ate poor old men. At that time, although I ate a lot of dinner, it was all ordered, and it was normal to add a supper. Although the old lady is streamlined and economical, as long as the conditions are decent, she never treats the children badly. In her conception, having a good appetite and stuffing her stomach is a blessing.

"Well, grandma, go rest, leave us alone."

The old lady knew that Lin Mo was distressed at her, and smiled: "Good, let's go, let's go."

Mindfulness is sometimes hard work, and when grandma said so, chubby dun really felt like he was a little hungry. When he thought of braised fragrant tea eggs, he watched his brother smashing his small mouth.

"If you want to eat, go down and pick up two," Lin Mo looked at the side of Hanxun, and said, "Take a few more, but after a while, you must go down and rinse your mouth."

The little fat puddle nodded again and again, jumped out of bed, put on his slippers and ran downstairs. He sucked six saliva from the bottom of the pot and took six eggs, put them in a plate, washed the marinade with cold water, ran back upstairs with the plate, and sent it to Lin Mo in the first time.

"I'm not hungry. You can eat with your Han brother." Since rebirth, Lin Mo has paid more attention to health than before. As long as it is past 8 o'clock in the evening, there are no special circumstances and basically will not eat anything.

"Oh," listening to Han Xun's two-hour Olympiad question, unconsciously, Xiao Chuandun's hostility towards him has been reduced a lot, "Han, eat tea eggs."

Han Xun had never eaten tea eggs. He smelled very fragrant. He took one and peeled it away. The tea egg was only cooked for a little while, and the old lady let it immerse in the marinade. Only the shell protein was dipped in a little color, with a light tea fragrance under the light scent, pure grain piled out of the earth's eggs, the egg white was delicate and the egg yolk was delicate, and it was particularly palatable to eat.

Unconsciously, Han Xun ate four eggs and Lin Shu ate two. He regretted that "they didn't taste much, and they will eat tomorrow morning. It's delicious."

Han Xun looked at him with a round chin and said, "Little guy, I think you should eat less, otherwise you will become a big fat man, no girl likes it, and it's too late to regret."

"..." Little Han finally had a little bit of goodwill accumulating there, and the smoke disappeared instantly.

Lin Mo looked at his brother's deflated eating, and couldn't help but hooked his mouth: "I'm not talking about anything, don't teach us a small book. Go to the toothbrush and prepare to sleep, go downstairs and whisper, don't disturb grandma and dad."

Lin Shu walked to the front with an eggshell tray, Han Xun followed, and the two went downstairs lightly and in tandem. Lin Mo concealed the door of Lin's study room and returned to his room, lighting the mosquito coil.

After a while, the two went upstairs softly. Lin Shu whispered good night to Lin Mo and returned to his room.

Han Xun and Lin Mo sat at the edge of the bed. The two were silent for a moment. Han Xun picked up the bed purse and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo frowned: "What are you doing with my wallet?"

Of course, Han Xun said: "I can't remember anything now. It's all my belongings. I'm afraid I might lose it. Please help me keep it."

Lin Mo didn't move, only looked up at him and said, "When you talked to Xiaoshu today, the structure is clear and the quotation is based on the scriptures. I really can't see your memory loss."

Han Xun screamed badly in his heart, but his face didn't show anything at all. He said with excitement: "Then what do you think of a person with amnesia? Lin Xiaomo, I found that you really have no conscience. I'm somehow your life-saving benefactor. ... "

"Han Xun, if you have no memory loss, you should be very clear that we are not in that relationship."

Han Xun clenched his teeth and couldn't let his mouth loose. He was hard-hearted and pretended: "Okay, then how do you talk about us? How do we know? You just refuse to tell the truth to your uncle and grandma. Why? I ’m not willing to be honest? You always say that I pretend to have amnesia. That ’s good. Since you know that I have lost those memories, why do n’t you tell me? ”Almost, Han Xun could n’t help but ask, if you really know dreams Those things in here are more clear than I know, why have n’t they come to me for so many years?

Lin Mo looked at Han Xun and saw that he was hurt with an angry look in his eyes.

Yeah, if Han Xun didn't have amnesia, why should he pretend if he really has memories of previous lives? With his temperament, I'm afraid I can't wait to force him to fulfill his previous life's promise.

It's just that Han Xun has been persistent for so long.

He was alone in his previous life, whatever he wanted; he had more father and grandma in his life and needed him to take care of him. Know, how did they accept it?

No matter what choice he makes, he always hurts his heart. No matter Han Xun or his close relatives, God's gift is for him to be resurrected from death to death. No one knows how much he cherishes all this. However, the more cherished, the more afraid of losing.

Therefore, he could only bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, and escaped in embarrassment.

For him, Han Xun's memory loss is not a bad thing. It's just that, deep down in his heart, he couldn't even tell whether he really expected that ...

"... because there is nothing to say."

Han Xun felt a sudden pain in his heart, there was nothing to say? There is nothing to say, is he always looking for, persevering and suffering is just a joke?

Han Xun could hardly bear to ask questions, but when Lin Mo's eyes could no longer cover up his tiredness and sorrow, no matter how angry he became, he became distressed. Forget it, forget it, there is still so long in this life, he doesn't believe that Lin Xiaomo can't be caught! Unbelief turned him into a little Han Mo!

In a blink of an eye, Han Xun gathered his anger and pretended to be unhappy: "If you don't say it, don't say it, see when you can hold back. You help me collect the money, do you sleep inside or outside?"

Lin Mo also regained his former deserted appearance, saying, "You have injuries to your hands and feet, so sleep inside."

"Oh." Han Xun responded, his hands and feet were so loose that only a pair of black **** remained, slipped to the wall, and lay down.

Lin Mo was too lazy to talk about him. He threw his clothes and trousers aside, put the wallet on the desk, turned off the lights and put on the bed, and turned his back to Han Xun.

In the darkness, neither of them spoke. In the small room, only frogs crowing and soft breathing came from outside. Gradually, Lin Mo's breath became long and he fell into a dream.

Han Xun is like a cheetah in a hidden jungle, staring at his prey closely, and waiting for him to completely put down his defenses, he gently pressed his shoulder with his hand to lie flat. After quietly waiting for him to fall asleep again, he straightened up carefully, almost greedy. He secretly printed a kiss on his mouth, the lips were connected, the heart almost jumped out of the chest, the tip of the tongue couldn't help but lick and lick, the soft and real touch made him bear He couldn't stop indulging until he laid back reluctantly until there was a tear in his arm.

After the pain was over, he turned sideways and placed his arms overbearingly on the slender waist of the teenager, then he was content and closed his eyes to sleep.

Unexpectedly, I had a good night's sleep. When Lin Mo woke up, he found that he was lying in Han Xun's arms, and his arm was still on his waist. The two of them entangled each other and slept all night.

Lin Mo wanted to break away, but found that Han Xun was holding tightly, he twisted a few times, and then suddenly froze--

There is a big guy at the base of his leg who is quickly raising his head and respecting him erectionally.

Lin Mo was so embarrassed that his face turned red, but Han Xun was so unconscious that he even fell asleep, and even turned over to press him down, and instinctively rubbed his leg. When something terrible happened, he sadly found that he had also been caught in fire.

Lin Mo's effort to feed her milk failed to push Han Xun to death. Instead, during the twisting process, the two kept rubbing and rubbing harder and harder ...

Suddenly, his ears were hot, and he only heard a dumb and full of desire. The voice said, "Mo Mo, don't worry, let me help you."

Where did the young body withstand the desire? Hope was bewitched, and before Lin Mo had recovered, a large hand had reached into his underwear, and he could not help but catch his fragility, stroking and lingering. A huge sense flooded Lin Mo to the top. I don't know how long after that, I unconsciously hummed and released it.

Han Xun looked at the teenager under his breathing disorderly, flushed flush on his white face, and the cold and fierce phoenix eyes were filled with mist on weekdays, unable to express the lazy feeling, obsessed with his madness.

He seemed to be enchanted, madly wanting to kiss his light-colored lips, wanting to take him hard, and wanting him to never burn the mark.

Both of them seemed to be inexplicably bewitched, their eyes were facing each other, and the lips were almost sticking together.

The sound of Lin Shu suddenly came from outside the room: "Brother, brother, have you got up?" & Lt; / p & gt;