Bamboo horse and bamboo horse grow up together

Yang Fan looked at the disheveled Yu Wen in front of him, smiled in disbelief and asked, "Are you a fool? How could you ask such a naive question?"

"I played with your mobile phone. To be precise, this is the number you registered when you were young. Isn't it fun to scold yourself?" Yu Wen stuffed the mobile phone into Yang Fan's hand.

Yang Fan looked at the question again, how to treat this disease, will he die?How could he ask such a stupid question at that time, Yang Fan couldn't figure it out, what was going through his mind when he was a child?Also, how could I come up with such a silly screen name.

20 years later, there are still people answering the questions below. When I was 16 years old, I suddenly received the answer when I was 36 years old. At that moment, I really wanted to cry. 20 years have passed in a flash.An inexplicable feeling shot into his heart accurately after 20 years, which is both distressing and funny. Yang Fan laughed at his 16-year-old self, of course he will not die, how can love make people die.

Yang Fan replied: Haha, of course we are together, we have been together all the time.

In spring, Yu Wen and Yang Fan moved into a new home together. Yu Wen felt the warm spring breeze while sitting in the yard reading a book, mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers drifting into the small building of a single family. Yu Wen put on a thin coat and walked out of the yard Go, in the unused drainage channel at the door of the house, the green grass seedlings woke up overnight and popped out. Spring is here, and Yu Wen went to ask Yang Fan who was studying, if he wanted to go out to play on weekends.

"It's hard for me to learn and make progress. As soon as I write two words, you call me." Yang Fan put down his pen angrily, took off his earphones, and accused Yu Wen with a smile: "You are just learning from those in the class." It seems good, I put it in the yard to read, and I don’t feel tired after reading it all day. As soon as I read a word, I start to pull people out to play.”

"Whose family is it?"

"Your home, okay?" Yang Fan replied loudly, turned off the learning website, got up and looked for sneakers.

The flowers in the suburbs haven’t fully bloomed yet, there are only large patches of yellow winter jasmine. Yang Fan stands in front of the winter jasmine, holding a camera and pointing at Yu Wen. No matter how concave the shape is, just like Yu Wen, happily holding up the scissors and taking a group photo.Stand up, reach out, smile, freeze frame, and end a photo in three seconds, leaving a lot of time to sit on the stone bench and meditate on spring.

The spring breeze is soft, warm, and fragrant. It is pleasant to lie down and bask in the sun. Yu Wen Yang Fan is lying on a chair in a small pavilion, resting with his eyes closed, chatting about his respective arrangements after the early spring, how much money he has left Time for the two to travel the world.They have long been working for a few years to earn enough for their pensions and pay off the mortgage. The rest of the work is for their own personal hobbies. Yang Fan loves acting and Yu Wen loves writing, so they can almost do it for themselves And live.

Pension money is also the money for survival and treatment of minor illnesses. I am used to all kinds of life, and if I encounter a serious illness that cannot be cured, I should face it calmly.

Yu Wen squinted his eyes and looked up at the gentle sunlight. The cherry blossoms in front of the pavilion hadn’t bloomed yet, and the warm sunlight made people drowsy and sleepy. The cherry blossoms seemed to have already opened and fell one after another. Time traveled among the falling petals. When he woke up, Yang Fan He was still lying in front of his eyes and sleeping, as if centuries had passed, his eyes hadn't adapted to the midday sun, and when he closed his eyes, large swaths of bright red were reflected in his eyes.

Yu Wen knew that they were no longer teenagers, and the breath of spring would rarely burst out the hormones in their bodies. They would never again think of the inexplicable fragrance of flowers, hot blood flowing from their nostrils, and even a little bit of sunshine on their bodies, as they did a long, long time ago. They all want to have fun on the earth.Now they are warmed by the sun, each occupying a wooden chair, lying lazily, they can still feel each other's heat and love. This love has gone through a long and short time of more than 20 years, making people more stable And rely on.

Yang Fan hummed a familiar tune: "Everyone said hey, Yimeng Mountain is good." Yu Wen turned to look at Yang Fan, Yang Fan met Yu Wen's gentle gaze tacitly, smiled and continued to hum.

Time froze in the air, and the cherry blossoms beside the pavilion seemed to bloom over and over again, blooming enthusiastically and spectacularly.

It's not the rainy season yet, and there is only a little water in the ditch. Yang Fan, wearing white shoes, drags Yu Wen around and walks across the bridge. I took one step at a time."

Yu Wen lifted his trousers, signaled Yang Fan to take a good look, learn a little bit, step back, lunge with his calves, run up, take off, stride, then split his legs, his feet sank into the mud, and there was a pig-killing howl from the river ditch , terrified passers-by.

Yang Fan quickly ran over to help Yu Wen stretch his legs, and carried Yu Wen out. Yu Wen's eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and he couldn't cry. Hitting the heart with a hammer, all the nerve cells in his body protested against this action, Yu Wen felt numb from the pain, lost all strength, and limp on Yang Fan's body like a puddle of mud.

Yang Fan carried Yu Wen to the hospital, feeling distressed but couldn't help laughing.The doctor was asking about the situation, and Yang Fan was the first to answer: "I'm getting old, and I don't want to accept my old age, so I insist on flying over the small river ditch, and it's a drag."

The doctor bowed his head and smiled, touched the tip of his nose, closed the curtain, and let Yang Fan go out.Standing behind the curtain, Yang Fan listened to Yu Wen's ouch, stretched out his head and said, "Doctor, you see him in so much pain, I feel uncomfortable listening to it, why don't you cut him off, don't make him feel bad."

"Get out, get out as far as you can." Yu Wen kicked his legs angrily inside.

Yang Fan carried Yu Wen out of the hospital and went home to recuperate. Yu Wen glared at Yang Fan who was still laughing, tears streaming down his face. Go forward.

Yu Wen was lying on the back seat of the car, squeaking all the time, Yang Fan looked at the road ahead solemnly, and comforted Yu Wen: "It's okay, if it breaks, it will break, I will donate one to you later, squeak , what a big deal."

Yu Wen hummed even louder, felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to roll, and curled up into a ball of grievances, if he had known that he would be dragged, he would not have shown his strength.No one can understand the pain of plugging an electric drill underneath.

Yang Fan carried Yu Wen into the house, let Yu Wen lie on the sofa, and went into the kitchen to cook. Yu Wen heard the crackling in the kitchen, and the smell of oily smoke diffused from the kitchen. Yu Wen lay on the sofa and shouted: "Langer hood, you You idiot, turn on the range hood."

Yang Fan brought out a plate of stir-fried vegetables, it was dark, and he didn't know what it was stir-fried. Yu Wen frowned and pulled it with chopsticks, picked out a piece of the best-looking one, chewed it twice, and swallowed it with difficulty.

"Salt doesn't cost money?"

"I just put a spoonful." Yang Fan also plucked vegetables to find an edible piece, smashed it, spit it out, sprayed water when rinsing his mouth, lying on the table, laughing I can't stand up straight.

"You see, as the saying goes, salty eggs hurt, salty eggs hurt, just add more." Yang Fan ran to the kitchen with a plate guilty, and fried a new plate.

"Get lost." Yu Wen threw a handful of chopsticks at the kitchen.

The sound of the whirring range hood did not cover the sound of the kitchen knife chopping vegetables, "Just fry one dish, do you want to chop up my chopping board?"

The rattling sound subsided, and then, after a while of silence, Yang Fan came out holding his bleeding finger, more aggrieved than Yu Wen.This time it was Yu Wen's turn to smile wryly. Yu Wen lay on the sofa with his legs stretched out, too tired to speak.

Yang Fan wrapped his hands in a band-aid, and he and Yu Wen walked slowly through the snack street. It had been a long time since he had been to this kind of place, it was crowded with people, and it was extremely lively.When a phone call came, the property management, firefighters, and neighbors were all at the door of Yu Wen Yang Fan's house, and the alarm in the kitchen creaked. -

"Our gas is not turned off." Yang Fan stared at Yu Wen with wide eyes.

"What!" Yu Wen stared at Yang Fan, anxiously pulled Yang Fan home, just took two steps, bared his teeth, and stopped.

"Oh, don't move, just stand here and don't move, I'm going home, I'll be back later." Yang Fan took the mobile phone and pulled people out.

Yu Wen looked at Yang Fan's background, and stood there for a while, he didn't dare to let Yang Fan go out of the kitchen in the future, he couldn't get angry even if he drank the northwest wind.This was the first time that Yu Wen made Yang Fan angry, fried a plate of salty and salty vegetables, and almost destroyed his new home.In Yu Wen's eyes, Yang Fan has always been a child. Feng Guan is so old that it is not safe to chop vegetables with a knife.

Yu Wenwen and Yang Fan were walking at the end of the snack street with a large bag of popcorn in their arms, thinking of going home through the alley, a small and weak boy was surrounded by a crowd of people on the street, the boy was squatting in the corner trembling with his head in his arms , the tall boys held the little boy's head, "I'm asking you, are you the most beautiful girl in our school, are you a pretty sister?"

"Hahahahahaha."

"You are such a mother, are you going to become a girl in the future?"

"Is the dress beautiful? Is it comfortable to wear?"

"Hahahaha." A group of boys burst out laughing.

The boy squatting in the corner held his head and did not speak, trying his best to shrink himself down, the smallest one could not be smaller.

"You love reading so much, teacher's sycophant, bah."

"Should I send you to a mental hospital to see if there is something wrong with your brain?" The yellow-haired boy grabbed the little boy's hair and slammed it against the wall.

"He doesn't need it." Yu Wen shouted from behind, "I know what my brother is like, is it up to you?"

Yang Fan grabbed the yellow-haired boy's arm, jammed his neck, and raised his arm with one hand, showing his smooth lines after fitness, "My brother's brain is used for reading, not for you to hit the wall."

Seeing that the situation was not good, a group of boys turned around the corner and ran away, the little boy was still leaning against the corner trembling, Yu Wen was about to squat down in pain, Yang Fan grabbed the boy by the collar and made him stand up .

"Look up, what are you doing with your head down? Why are they beating you?"

There are big teardrops in the boy's eyes, and they fall down in the blink of an eye. Such gentle eyes are full of little stars. When Yang Fan first debuted, he always ate a lot of pomegranates, trying to Make your eyes as gentle as water, and someone is born with such gentle eyes.

The boy twitched twice, and the first sentence he opened his mouth was thank you brother, Yu Wen happily patted his head: "Look, finally someone stopped calling me uncle."

The boy also smiled at Yu Wen. Boys practiced ballet at a young age. In their suburban area, at the junction of urban and rural areas, very few girls were sent to learn ballet, let alone a little boy. , the boys in the class took his surname and named him Sister Hao, Hao Niang, all kinds of nicknames, and even stole his dancing clothes and passed them around in the class because the boys were in the class. Grab the clothes, this group of people will surround him after school.

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