The lame man at the dumpling shop

I really don't understand why a big man is so shy when he shows his upper body, but what can be done, his brother is young and thin-skinned, it's normal, not to mention he hasn't had that kind of relationship with a girl...

No, why did you think of this again!

He shook his head a few times, trying to throw out the unwelcome direction in his head.Cheng Shui didn't know why, so he called him tentatively: "Brother?"

Yan Qingsheng didn't know why, and the words came out as soon as his mouth was bald: "Brother is a little tired."

He didn't mean anything in particular, but Cheng Shui asked him if his feet hurt, and he answered vaguely.

Cheng Shui half-kneeled and squatted down in front of him without saying a word. He had broad shoulders and a broad back, looking strong and steady: "Come on, I'll carry brother back."

Yan Qingsheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately refused: "You have injuries."

Cheng Shui smiled, and he didn't force it any more. He got up and supported his brother: "Okay, when the injury is healed, brother, remember to let me carry it."

In Cheng Shui's original plan, there was no such play tonight.He was thinking of finishing the matter, so he took the bastards to wait at the door of the house, and said that they voluntarily made amends. No matter whether Yan Qingsheng believed it or not, he would not be afraid for him, and he still worked on his unacceptable article. Tossing sick legs.After making amends, he took advantage of Brother Sheng's high spirits to take out the big and small bags at home to offer treasures.

It can save him a lot of fluffy and stubborn talk, and he may even play tricks.

He knows his brother too well. For his brother, the most important thing is not whether it is good or bad, but whether it is willing or not.Can Yan Qingsheng afford the down jacket by himself?Not really, but for Yan Qingsheng to spend that money on this, he would rather be frozen for the whole winter.

Cheng Shui secretly thought, it's great that he and Brother Sheng don't wear the same size.As long as he insists, the clothes will eventually appear on his brother's body, and he will safely and securely ensure his brother spends this warm year.

Yan Qingsheng was really distressed.

The down jacket is very good, very good, he feels comfortable and warm just by picking it up and touching it, but he can't say thank you.

too light.

Yan Qingsheng still remembers the last time he had new clothes. It was the year before his mother was diagnosed with the disease. At that time, his mother was in good health. The jacket had been washed and dried by him for nearly ten years, and all the cotton inside was rotten.

In this way, he also intends to continue to pass in this way. No matter how scary the cold winter is, it will only pass in March. If he can survive it, it will pass.

Who would have expected that in his dark, gloomy, cold and damp winter, there would be a warm sun hanging over him.

He had a sore nose, as if he was about to cry or not, and then felt ashamed and dejected for a moment, and opened his mouth to squeeze a smile, so he looked a little funny.

Cheng Shui raised his hand and pressed lightly on the corner of his eyes, it was a little moist, and his fingertips stuck to it, as if he touched some mechanism, Yan Qingsheng couldn't hold on, and he was crying.

"Hey," Cheng Shui had never encountered such a situation, and his tone became softer involuntarily, "Why are you still crying?"

Tears fell straight on the down jacket, leaving an oval water stain. Yan Qingsheng saw it in his tearful eyes, and hurriedly wiped it off. Cheng Shui quickly pulled the clothes over and threw them aside. The hands are also all wet, rubbing them will make the situation worse.

His face was flushed from crying, maybe he didn't cry, anyway, when he raised his head with red eyes and cheeks, Cheng Shui saw that the hair that had just grown a little on his forehead was also wiped with tears by him, and after getting wet, it was messy and tangled. A few strands are applied to the forehead.Cheng Shui pushed them away and straightened them out, coaxing a child like a voice: "Brother, be good, don't cry."

Yan Qingsheng only buried his head lower, he was already ashamed enough from the first tear, and he lost his appearance as an older brother, the more Cheng Shui coaxed him, the more he felt unable to hold his head up.

Cheng Shui has never coaxed anyone before. In the past 20 years, he has cried only a handful of times. Master doesn't coax him. Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li who come and go around him look happy when they see him crying. They are in a good mood and throw away A piece of candy, this is coaxing children.So when he coaxed his brother, he could only repeat those few words over and over, without even a piece of candy.

He could hear the grievance that Yan Qingsheng had nowhere to vent in his crying voice, and he could also receive the indescribable gratitude to him, but Yan Qingsheng probably didn't feel that it was enough, tears flowed out one after another.

At this time, Yan Qingsheng must be pitiful in the eyes of outsiders.His cuffs are rough, with holes in a circle, and his body is still white in patches here and there, with dust that hasn't been dusted off. The shoes on his feet haven't been changed for more than a month. If it weren't for Cheng Shui, the next It won't be changed for three or four months.

He is thin, and his height is only about 1.7 meters. When he cries, he can't help but bow his back and shrink inward, like a little wild cat that is terrified of strangers. look.

It's kind of cute, Cheng Shui thought, and opened his arms honestly.

Yan Qingsheng was crying when he was suddenly grabbed by someone and forcibly turned around, and fell into Cheng Shui's arms.

"Brother Sheng," Cheng Shui didn't call him that for a while, but now he changed it back for some reason, "It's okay, just cry."

Just cry out.

Yan Qingsheng had suffered so much in the first half of his life, and maybe the second half of his life would not be less, but he seemed to be waiting for this sentence, waiting for this opportunity, to turn these sufferings into grievances and pour them out in tears.

Then he will be hugged into his arms, and even if he is crying, someone will hold him down, and the good neighbors will sleep soundly, so that they will not add jokes to them.

"younger brother……"

Cheng Shui's hand covered the back of his neck, pinching it gently. He seemed to be infected by Yan Qingsheng, and he was also a little sad: "Brother Sheng, you can call me Ah Shui."

Afraid of Yan Qingsheng's misunderstanding, he added: "You are my elder brother and I am your younger brother. This will never change."

"I just... want to hear you call me that."

"After my master passed away, no one called me that anymore."

These words are too out of Cheng Shui, so it is even more distressing to come out of Cheng Shui's mouth.Yan Qingsheng stopped crying like crushing his heart, began to sob, and then slowly calmed down.Cheng Shui also stopped talking, leaving enough room for the person in his arms to relax.

After a while, there was a new movement in his arms, "Ah Shui."

The voice was extremely faint, like a premature deer.

In fact, Yan Qingsheng was ashamed to say it, he was no stranger to this sentence, in his previous conception, that girl who looked very comfortable should call him that, her voice was like a silver bell, and she laughed at Yanyan.

Ah Shui, Ah Shui, brother Ah Shui.

Cheng Shui would respond to her with a smile, caress her soft long hair fondly, listen to her cute and naughty requests tirelessly, and maybe... even kiss her secretly.

Yan Qingsheng clutched Cheng Shui's sleeve, feeling sore from his nose to his heart.

Must have been crying too long.He pursed his mouth and forced back the tears.

Cheng Shui let him roll his sleeves into a ball and held them in the palm of his hand. He squeezed his sleeve elbows, smacked him twice, and said, "I can't hear you clearly. Good brother, please scream a few more times. Do you want to pamper my younger brother?"

Good brother.

Like a fuse being ignited, there was a bang, and white smoke rose everywhere.

It wasn't the first time Cheng Shui yelled like that, when he begged him to do something, Cheng Shui was never stingy with these three words, every time Yan Qingsheng heard it, his face would feel warm and his heart beating.

Especially tonight.

In the sound of good brother, Yan Qingsheng seems to have forgotten how to speak, how to think, neither can cry nor laugh, only his old heart is throbbing exponentially.

For a moment, Yan Qingsheng seemed to push a brick in a daze, and a faint light leaked out from the cracks of the brick, passing straight through his chest.

"A water."

When he yelled, he was about to go numb from head to toe. He felt like a despicable person who stole that girl's exclusive rights. Instead of feeling guilty, he just wanted to hide his crime and get away with it, trying to control it. Stop the unconsciously raised corners of the lips.

His face was pressed against Cheng Shui, plop, plop, plop...

The voice seemed to speed up, Yan Qingsheng was puzzled.

Plop plop, plop plop.

"Brother Sheng." Cheng Shui softly replied to him, and while he was in a trance, Yan Qingsheng raised his head and looked at him in a somewhat awkward posture.

Cheng Shui lowered his body slowly, as if he just wanted to take a closer look. Yan Qingsheng didn't know what he wanted to see clearly. No matter what method, he was fixed.

Yes, it must have been done.

Otherwise, how could he not even be able to avoid it? His brain was clamoring to move quickly, but his body was as hard as the clay sculpture in the temple in the land eight miles away, with hard joints.

It was so frightening that he dared not open his eyes, and couldn't find the rhythm of his breathing.What will happen next is completely beyond his cognition, and the strange thing is that he seems to know it well.

Yan Qingsheng was so nervous that his palms were sweating, his mouth was dry, and the tip of his tongue stuck out, quickly sweeping his dry and wrinkled lips.

The moment the temporary moisturization ended, the same temperature came up.

Boom——Yan Qingsheng was blown up to ashes.

It was just a matter of two or three seconds, and both parties seemed to have experienced half a century.Cheng Shui, as a theoretical giant, kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred. In the two seconds after posting it, he rehearsed in his mind the set of tongue kisses that he had seen before, but his lips trembled in the end. I can't even put my tongue out.

This time without any shields.

He himself was obsessed with ghosts, and Yan Qingsheng called him a few times, just like carrying the bed in the softest place in his heart.