three years old

When we got to the house, the lights became brighter, so Ning Xi could see clearly that the black rose was tied with paper by Xing Cheng. If you look closely, it was crooked and out of shape.

I was moved for a second just now, and now I want to put flowers on Xingcheng's head, play a game every day, and fail to pass the university entrance exam.

"I'll give you some time."

Ning Xi held the flower in her hand, wanted to stuff it back but wanted to put it away by herself, turned over and took the flower pole to hit Xingcheng on the head, "Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

This time he hit the sore spot of Xing Cheng. He straightened his face and said in a stern voice: "Doing questions depends on fate. Today, the Huang Li said that it is appropriate to engage in dating and avoid writing test papers. Then I have nothing to do with them. Wait." I will write again when I have a chance."

"Don't be poor!" Ning Xi lifted his chin and directed him, "If you can't write the test paper, then you write an essay."

Xing Cheng was pushed out of the house, he turned around and wanted to hug his brother, "Is that guy still dating?"

Seeing his brother standing at the door with a sullen face, reaching out to close the door, Xing Cheng pawed at the door and coaxed him: "Brother, shall I write you a love letter? The object wrote the composition as well."

Ning Xi suppressed a smile and wanted to scold him.

Want to kiss him again.

Xing Cheng dashed downstairs and plunged into the room to look through his winter vacation homework.

In fact, he has done more than half of it. There are [-] test papers, and there are a few political papers left. Unfortunately, he really doesn't have the consciousness. He does this kind of questions purely by making up. .

After finding out the homework and flattening it, Xing Cheng pressed two pens out, thought for a while and stuffed one back into the pen holder.

Just as I was struggling, I saw my mother standing at the door of the room, with pickled melon in the jar in her hand, "Hey, son? What are you messing with?"

Without waiting for Xing Cheng to answer, she raised the can in her hand, "Here, take some for Ning Xi, I see he lost weight after studying in college, my heart aches so much..."

Xingcheng looked at the jar in his mother's hand, frowned and asked, "This?"

Xing Cheng's mother put the jar away, pulled out her hand to push it, and pointed to the soup pot on the kitchen stove with her nail-painted hand, "What do you think? There's big bone soup in the pot, I've been cooking it all night , it smells so good that your dad wakes up in the middle of the night! Come on, serve it up."

"Mom, why didn't I smell it?" Xingcheng stood up, very happy, "Why are you so kind to my brother?"

She also followed the music, turned her eyes to look at her son, and did not spare him: "A child like you is disgusting, and Ning Xi's kind is painful."

"Aren't you always talking about it at home? It would be great if Ning Xi was my son. Xingcheng, look at yourself, what kind of virtue do you look like!"

Xing Cheng imitated his mother's words, was hit on the head by the rolling pin, and laughed while hiding, "Now I'm really your son."

The local woman's voice was unavoidably coquettish, but her son was so angry that she wanted to laugh, and launched a wave of attacks that Cheng Cheng couldn't refute: "You have a good idea? Can you get into Beijing? , read the surroundings? Every week, you ride your little broken three-wheeler to Peking University to find someone Ning Xi, and watch out for his classmates to throw junk into your basket!"

"Yeah, I can't say no, walking is the best policy." Xing Cheng got a headache from being told, and didn't dare to stop a word, grabbed the test paper and went to open the door.

Mom covered the thermos bowl containing a large bowl of bone soup with plastic wrap, and handed it over with the bag, "Are you coming back tonight?"

When Xing Cheng heard this, he was stupefied as if he had been stunned by happiness, "Can I come back?"

"Yes, you go to sleep and let Ning Xi come up to live."

"..."

When the door was closed by his mother, Xing Cheng heard his mother gritted her teeth and said: "Aren't you very good at climbing the window? Keep tossing and breaking your leg and see how you do the exam!"

Although he was shut out by his mother on duty early in the winter, his heart was warm.

Last night on New Year's Eve, grandma went back to the county town. Taking advantage of this year's family reunion dinner with only his family of three, he told his parents about the affairs of Ning Xi's house. The three of them were silent for a while, no one spoke, and the journey was quiet , Waiting for his father to open the golden mouth.

Xingcheng's father lit a cigarette and added agarwood to it, making the room very stuffy.

There is also a group photo on the bookshelf at home. On it are the children who often came out to play games together in the yard when they were young. There are children from three to 13 years old. The most middle position station.

Ning Xi looked ten years old, her eyebrows and eyes were not the same as they are now, she was much softer, but her expression was still cold, leaning against the tree at the farthest corner, cast a shadow by the thick shade, just when she was about to press the shutter, Xing Cheng, who was only seven years old at that time, turned his head and looked at the tree.

Later, his parents asked him why he looked back, Xiao Xingcheng only said that he wanted to look at the tree, did it bear fruit, and how many leaves fell...

Now if parents still want to ask about it, Xingcheng especially wants to say it, but in the end, the leaves also fell.

Time passed quickly after the new year, and the custom on the second day of the Lunar New Year said that one had to go back to her natal home, so Xing Cheng got up early in the morning and ran to the fruit shop at the entrance of the community to buy a fruit basket, without saying hello to Ning Xi, and went to the community unit They waited for Ning Xi downstairs, and followed them to the hospital.

Seeing Ning Xi's mother again, Xing Cheng's memory was a little fuzzy, it seemed that the brutal and mean woman in his memory should not be lying on the sick bed like this, wearing a hat and haggard.

Her hands were trembling even holding an apple, and she looked up to see that it was Xing Cheng, her eyes were calm and unwavering, she just called out faintly, Xing Cheng is here.

On the night of the third day of the Lunar New Year, Ning Xi was watched by Xing Cheng and fell asleep early, saying that it was a Spring Festival custom, don't stare, you have to press it.

In fact, Ning Xi was like a mirror in his heart. He took care of his mother in the hospital during the day, and Xing Cheng was worried that he would be too tired.

The fifth day of the new year was a bit more relaxed. My aunt came back after the new year to help take care of her mother. Ning Xi made an exception and slept at home until noon. When the sun came in from the window to dry her buttocks, she heard Xing Cheng standing next to him. By the window next to him, he held two bottles of soda in his hand.

Ning Xi lay down by the window, her eyes were sleepy, almost falling asleep again.

He naturally woke up at seven o'clock. After washing up, he went back to sleep and went back to the cage. This time he woke up completely, but he was still sleepy. After coming back and staying for this period of time, people began to feel lazy.

The sunlight hit Ning Xi's eyelashes and coated them with gold, and Xing Cheng stared blankly.

It took him a while to remember that he took him to dinner, and raised the two bottles of drinks in his hand, "Brother, this brand has a new flavor, lime, I bought a bottle, which one do you want?"

"It smells like red pomegranate." Ning Xi replied lazily.

"I also want the taste of the past," Xing Cheng smiled, "Then what should I do?"

Ning Xi half-opened her eyes to look at him, and whispered, "Let's drink together."

Xing Cheng persisted: "What if you get tired of drinking?"

What should I do if I get tired of drinking?Ning Xi never thought about getting tired of drinking.

It's so sweet and so sour, and he can't bear the taste when he swallows it and rushes it to his head.

He remembered that when he was drinking it, there would always be transparent red juice. The water would slide down the boy's rolling Adam's apple, and melt into the chest muscles from the gap between the neck.

He remembered the slightly flushed face when Xing Cheng handed him the soda for the first time.

Ning Xi's uncontrollable heartbeat almost bloomed at that moment.

Ning Xi woke up from a doze, raised an arm, put it on Xing Cheng's head, and coaxed like petting a puppy: "I won't get tired, idiot."

Xingcheng opened a can of red, put the tab of the can in his palm, and took a sip, "If you want to drink wine with me in the future, we will drink this too!"

Ning Xi took the bottle, drank it herself, and lowered her eyes: "Okay."

Xing Cheng imitated him, and said in a daze: "Okay."

Later Ning Xi returned to the room and secretly wrote down another note in the memorandum.

In just one afternoon and one evening, Xing Cheng completed three more test papers for his winter vacation homework under the supervision of Ning Xi. The two of them suffered from backaches and a three-hour lazy sleep before getting up again and turning on the lights to fight at night.

In the beginning, Ning Xi took a pen and wrote it down before he understood why, and later Xing Cheng stretched his waist and put his arm around his shoulders to shake his hand holding the pen, and then he fully understood.

This kid is here to show how thick-skinned he is.

As the test paper was being written, it was written in the draft book. Ning Xi was looking at his casual attitude and wanted to get angry, but now he was surrounded by his younger brother's arms, turned his head, and walked forward without waiting for his reaction , closed his eyes and kissed him.

This bedroom again.

Witnessed their encounters, chases, temptations, conflicts, and uncontrollable bedrooms.

For so many years, Ning Xi hardly has the word "soft" in front of others. When she comes to Xingcheng, it seems that a crack has been drawn in the soft place, and the sweetest honey is poured into it.

Pain fearlessly, and be happy without restraint.

Ever since he got together with Xing Cheng, Ning Xi questioned himself and became more cheerful. This is probably the so-called collateral effect, which seems to be influencing each other. He can feel the maturity and stability of Xing Cheng, and he can also feel his own The heart door, slowly, treats some people and things with a peaceful and optimistic attitude.

He is also learning to try not to reply with words like "um" or "good" when others are very enthusiastic.

Walking outside, he is an upright man. To him, he is still the big boy who went up to the sky, eager to give him the best, and then anxious to grow up.

Along the way, he exhausted his strength to go together and support each other to grow up. He didn't want to know what was waiting ahead.

Now that there is someone you love by your side, you have a bright future, and the future is promising, and there is always a sense of challenge.

Xingcheng pressed him almost hard, and the two foreheads touched each other, and the pen fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

In the past, Ning Xi's first reaction was to pick it up, but now she was so kissed that she couldn't help it, the two looked at each other again and panted, Ning Xi was caught by the hot eyes Feeling hot all over, he hurriedly bent down to pick up the pen.

"Don't pick it up," Xing Cheng put his hand on the corner of the table to prevent him from knocking his head, "I still have a pen with me."

"What are you doing with just one?" Ning Xi stood up holding the pen in his palm.

"When I went home to pick up my pen, it suddenly occurred to me,"

Xing Cheng took out the remaining one from his pocket and put it on the table, and grabbed Ning Xi's hand holding the pen, "When you write, I can do this, hold you and write."

Ning Xi was taken aback, and pinched the handsome face of this little hooligan, "Now that these petty thoughts are so honest, are you not afraid that I will say you are naive?"

Xing Cheng raised his eyebrows, and smiled a little wickedly: "Brother, every time you say I'm childish, don't you feel happy?"

Ning Xi was still a little awkward as if part of her thoughts had been exposed, she was silent for a while, and stared at him: "Can you make some sense?"

"I don't!" Xing Cheng also swayed, and buried his head to hug Ning Xi's waist.

Ning Xi hugged his head, inserted her fingertips into the hard hair, heard Xing Cheng wrap his arms around his waist, and said sullenly.

"Coax you first, and then I will reason."