A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen made an appointment to meet at the Art Association, where they are familiar with each other.

Although this winter is relatively warm, the weather is still wet and cold. When getting off the car, Zhuang Shen felt that his cheeks were hurt by the wind.

Zhuang Chenxu specially sent him over, saw him get out of the car, opened the door, felt the temperature outside the air-conditioned car, and frowned unavoidably.

He took out the scarf from his bag, put it around Zhuang Shen's neck, and said in a warm and caring voice, "Wear it on the road, at least it can block the wind. I bought this scarf newly, and I haven't used it yet."

The man behaved very politely, Zhuang Shen didn't feel any discomfort whether it was standing at a distance or helping him put on the scarf.

Under certain circumstances, Zhuang Shen didn't dislike Zhuang Chenxu's care, but got used to it. A large part of the reason was that the sense of distance that Zhuang Chenxu had always maintained was just right, and he wouldn't be too close to him.

Zhuang Shen straightened the scarf again, most of his chin was hidden in the dark gray scarf, his face was sharp and cold in the cold wind, and his eyebrows and eyes softened a bit because of the soft scarf.

Zhuang Chenxu watched him put on the scarf that he seldom wore, and felt more and more that his younger brother was cute and cute, so he smiled and said softly: "You can also call me when you come back, I will pick you up right away, you can take the Call your classmate, let's have a meal together with Kong Shuo."

Zhuang Shen responded, feeling that it would be unrealistic to ask Shen Wen to eat together.

Either this person's brain circuit is a bit strange, or he always says nonsense, I don't know what Zhuang Chenxu will think of him.

The boyfriend can't speak, so it's not suitable to bring him out to meet his family now.

Zhuang Shen pulled up the scarf around his neck, and seeing Zhuang Chenxu drive away, he turned and walked towards the Artists Association.

As soon as the sensor door of the Artists Association opened, Zhuang Shen saw the person standing in front at a glance.

Shen Wen looked at his walking figure, raised his eyebrows, and smiled a little: "The scarf is pretty."

It's just that when his eyes fell on his scarf, they stayed there for a while, with some unclear emotions.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Zhuang Shen felt a little hot, so he took off the scarf and said, "Take it if you want."

With a calm expression on his face, it seemed that he didn't understand Shen Wen's words at all.

Shen Wen seemed to be annoyed by him, laughed softly, and approached him, for the sake of saying: "I was standing very close to that person outside just now, don't you like being too close to people?"

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes, his eyebrows were light, and his light eyes looked at him quietly.

He didn't listen carefully just now, but now he knows what Shen Wen meant.

There was only one security guard standing in the lobby of the Artists Association, sitting at the front desk and enjoying the fire leisurely.

Shen Wen was getting closer and closer, his dark eyes were a little depressed, and he said softly: "My boyfriend asked other men to help put on the scarf, why?"

It's kind of like a fake.

"..." Zhuang Shen asked, "How much have you seen?"

"Seeing you standing on the side of the street with a strange man, he raised his hand to put a scarf on you." Shen Wen lowered his eyes and said slowly, "But I only watched it for two seconds."

As for why I only watched it for two seconds, it is self-evident.

Zhuang Shen: "..."

He paused and asked, "Have you read the message I sent you?"

Shen Wen raised his eyes: "Look, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Shen: "Because that's my brother."

Shen Wen raised the tails of his downcast eyes, and his voice trailed off: "...Huh?"

Zhuang Shen looked straight at him, without emotion in his eyes, and stated: "I have a brother, and that watch was given to him as a birthday present, and he sent me here specially today, and he put a scarf on me only when he saw that I was cold. .”

Shen Wen: "..."

Zhuang Shen: "The scarf is also new."

Shen Wen: "...OK."

Shen Wen looked at the boy's light-colored pupils, feeling a little helpless: "How many brothers or sisters do you have?"

Zhuang Shen thought for a while, and said two seconds later, "It's gone."

Seeing that the displeasure hidden in Shen Wen's eyes completely disappeared, Zhuang Shen gave him the scarf in his hand, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Who do you think I will give that watch to?" ? Because I asked the suspect and found that it was wrong, so I asked me yesterday, and I guessed it right."

Shen Wen: "..."

His boyfriend is such a clever little ghost.

Shen Wen took his scarf and said softly, "I thought it was for my love rival."

Zhuang Shen is indeed in demand. He has many rivals in love, and he relies on instinct to guard against them.

Nothing wrong.

"Jiang Huai and the others held a party and had a BBQ at the holiday villa. Let's go and have fun together." Shen Wen put the scarf in his hand on Zhuang Shen again, gave him two laps meticulously, and asked, "What do you think?" Sample?"

The cold mint smell was washed away in the warm room, leaving only a little sweet and refreshing.

Shen Wen was very close to him, and Zhuang Shen could clearly feel his breath and temperature, as if he was completely wrapped by the other party's breath.

Zhuang Shen raised his hand, and lightly patted the back of Shen Wen's hand.

It seemed to open his hand, and it seemed to touch his hand.

Shen Wen didn't take his hand away, but held his hand, raised the corner of his lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Shen's fingertips felt a little cool, and they were quite comfortable when they were held in the palm of his hand.

Zhuang Shen just said: "Don't waste time on such trivial matters."

Although Zhuang Shen's words were short and somewhat vague, Shen Wen could hear what he wanted to express.

The things he's been thinking about all this time are small things, so it's not worth wasting time.

Shen Wen kept holding his hand without letting go, and said with a smile: "Boyfriend is right."

In a holiday home, young boys and girls gather outdoors.

After the boys moved the materials, Jiang Huai called everyone over: "Come, come, you can get started first if you are better at cooking."

"It's going to die, why is it so cold?!" Liu Fan put on his gloves, opened his hands and approached the grill, trying to get warm first: "Why do we have to have dinner outdoors in winter?"

Jiang Huai rolled his eyes and said, looking up at the sky, sighed: "This is fun! And I read the weather forecast, and it said that there is a [-]% probability of light snow today! What a romantic thing to eat barbecue in light snow ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone beside him applauded.

Jiang Huai saw Ye Funan on the side, a girl with a small deer-eyed face and a harmless face, Jiang Huai's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Do you also think I'm right?!"

Ye Jian nodded, she smiled slightly, her tone was sincere: "It's really very artistic, it would be great if it really snowed."

She said and glanced to the side.

Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen stood in front of a grill, Zhuang Shen still looked cold, maybe because of the coldness and lowered his head, half of his face was buried in the scarf.

He stood beside him without moving, but Shen Wen was holding a few skewers in his hand, and while putting them on the grill, he was talking to the people beside him, always showing a little tenderness in his cold eyes.

"Heroes understand a little bit!" Jiang Huai saw that Ye Fan's face was a little red, but felt that she was too introverted and well-behaved, and greeted her out of familiarity: "You come here, put whatever you want to eat."

Ye Fan shook his head, stood where he was, and said sincerely, "Don't worry about me, just do your own thing."

Jiang Huai talked about this meeting several times in the large group at the school, and chose some people he knew and had time to come together, mainly because the crowd was lively and lively.

When Ye Wanwan wanted to come, Jiang Huai was still a little strange.

Ye Xian took out the camera in her cross-body bag, smiling lightly and softly: "I'm not very good at grilling, so I'll take pictures for you."

Jiang Huai thinks this is good: "Okay, okay, just keep it as a memory, it's more artistic!"

When Shen Wen was still huddling around and timid, Shen Wen had already roasted a bunch of eggplants, took out a piece of paper from the side to wrap the skewers, and handed them to him, "Maybe it's a little hot."

Zhuang took a deep bite, tasted it slowly, and said, "Not bad."

He ate a few mouthfuls and put them on the plate, Shen Wen knew this was his habit.

Although Zhuang Shen ate everything, he was actually a picky eater at heart. He ate a few mouthfuls of everything, but not much.

Shen Wen bent his lips, took the eggplant he bit into a few bites, ate the remaining half of the skewers, threw the sticks into the bucket next to him, continued to turn over the remaining skewers, and asked in his mouth: "Potatoes, how about you?" Do you like it softer or harder?"

Zhuang Shen: "Be softer."

Shen Wen: "Do you want to try the chicken drumsticks?"

Zhuang Shen: "I don't want to eat."

……

Zhuang Shen always felt that something was wrong, turned his head, and saw Ye Jun was holding the camera at them, without moving. The lower half of the face of the camera had a shy and strange smile.

Zhuang Shen faced the camera: "?"

Sensing his gaze, the camera slowly changed its angle of view and moved to the other side.

Zhuang Shen was puzzled, and continued to wait for Shen Wen to grill skewers for him.

After Zhuang Shen tasted almost all the ingredients he wanted to eat, the two of them were going to the bathroom to wash their hands well.

Just after washing, Zhuang Shen received a text message, which was a reply from Qiu Ling: [All the paintings have been received, when the exhibition is set up, you can take a look with Xiaowen. 】

After replying to Qiu Ling's text message, Zhuang Shen casually glanced out the window.

After a glance, his eyes froze.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room on the first floor, there is an open garden. The flowers and plants wither in winter, only the evergreen pines and cypresses with rare greenery.

"Is it snowing?" A deep voice came from behind, and Zhuang Shen saw Shen Wen's shadow from the reflection of the window.

Through the transparent glass, the tiny snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, fluttering and falling from the sky, as if they are going to sweep towards them overwhelmingly.

This is the first snow this year, and also the first snow that Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen watched together.

Zhuang Shen was still looking out the window when he suddenly felt a slight heat on his face.

Shen Wen planted a superficial kiss on the side of his face.

He opened his eyes wide, Shen Wen lowered his head slightly from the corner of his eye, almost touching his ear.

Zhuang Shen: "Aren't you afraid that someone will come over?"

Shen Wen said indifferently: "They must all be watching the snow outside, it seldom snows here, no one will come in at this point..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from behind, breaking the tranquility.

The two turned back at the same time.

Ye Fan picked up the camera that fell on the ground with one hand, covered his face with the other, hurriedly said with a trembling tone: "I'm sorry! You continue!"

She almost sprinted away at a speed of [-] meters, so fast that she didn't look like the usual soft, restrained and quiet girl.

Zhuang Shen leaned against the glass wall and repeated softly: "No one will come in at this point?"

Shen Wen, who watched Ye Fan leave in a hurry: "..."