Zamoli

"Come in first, sit down and talk." My aunt was beside me making muddy mud, and brought slippers to change for the two of them.

He Mu stood still, and said out what he had thought up a long time ago: "I know why you called me back. The house belongs to my mother, and I won't give it to you."

It was like a thunderclap on the ground, throwing off the peaceful and friendly surface at once. The uncle sitting on the sofa couldn't sit still, and repeated: "What are you talking about!"

"Who raised you up like this, do you have a conscience? When you made things so ugly in high school, who helped you transfer to another school? Up to now, the neighbors still gossip, you are fine, now ..."

Compared with other people's gossip, the eyes of close relatives are more chilling.He Mu didn't give in at all, he felt Chang Mingan holding his hand tighter and tighter, he looked sideways, Chang Mingan's face was frighteningly cold, his brows were wrinkled, and his jaw line was tense. Tightly, but still held back and did not speak.

He Mu said calmly: "I am very grateful for what you have done for me. I know that my mother left me a sum of money, insurance money, and I will not ask you for that sum."

"What money, where, where is this going on?"

"I've heard it, you said it." He Mu said blankly, "I will give you one-third of the compensation for the demolition, a little every year, as long as you don't look for me anymore, you will have it .”

When the two couples who were about to have an attack heard this, their expressions died down, and they said awkwardly: "You child, it seems that we are trying to get some money from you."

He Mu didn't want to say any more, so he pulled Chang Ming'an and said, "Let's go."

From the beginning to the end, the two of them stood at the porch without changing their shoes, and they didn't step in.Without waiting for the people in the room to answer, He Mu dragged Chang Mingan out.Sure enough, there were neighbors outside the door poking their heads, muttering something, and constantly looking at the two of them. Before He Mu could react, Chang Ming'an tightened his hand and strode towards the stairs. walk between.

When he went downstairs, He Mu thought a lot.This stairwell was where he walked for more than ten years before he went to college. Here, he has cried and laughed, and had many different moods, but he has never been held tightly by hands like this now, and everyone step forward.It was the first snowfall outside, and even the white air he exhaled carried a sense of relaxation and joy.

The two of them didn't speak during the journey, and when they got into the car, Chang Mingan saw that He Mu's face was normal, and asked, "What's the matter in high school?"

He Mu lowered his head, tugged at his seat belt, and said, "It was when I was in high school, I fell in love with a boy, and the school found out about it, and I was wearing women's clothing. That boy lived in the same building, and it was very noisy. Big, gossip a lot, then that boy moved away and I changed schools."

After speaking, he looked up at Chang Ming An uneasily, and found that Chang Ming An was frowning in a daze.

A few light words, but combined with He Mu's previous cowardice and the attitude of his relatives, Chang Ming'an can probably guess what kind of situation it was, and he said after a long time: "Isn't it good if we take back the things you gave me?" ?”

He Mu didn't expect him to say this, and grinned: "Isn't it polite now?"

"Okay, be polite." Chang Mingan supported the back of He Mu's head and kissed him, "Let's go."

The two drove to Chang Ming'an's residence in the urban area, where he grew up after moving out of the old house.Yang Xiaozhen is already busy with the New Year's Eve dinner, the house is cleaned and the windows are bright and clean, and the decoration is full of New Year's flavor.The couplets outside the door are brightly red, the words “Fu” are pasted on the TV wall, the lilies are in full bloom, the fragrance can be smelled outside the door, and the corn tube bone soup is rolling in the kitchen.

Yang Xiaozhen was in the kitchen, shouting: "Help me divide the snacks on the table and put them in boxes."

Chang Mingan obeyed the order, He Mu walked into the kitchen and wanted to help, but Yang Xiaozhen kicked him out: "Go, go, the kitchen is small enough, you go and help pack the boxes, so that he won't spill the snacks later .”

He Mu and Chang Ming'an sat on the sofa together, keeping close to each other, unpacking must-have snacks such as candied winter melon and melon seeds for the New Year, and neatly divided them into small compartments in the food box Every now and then, fingers touch fingers, which makes people blush and heartbeat inexplicably.He Mu turned his face and refused to let him kiss, glaring at him: "Don't kiss!"

The snacks were quickly distributed, and Chang Mingan took him to see his room.

Chang Ming'an was a good student since he was a child. The books in the bookcase were neatly stacked. The textbooks from childhood to adulthood were neatly placed in one compartment. When he opened them up, there were notes in his correct handwriting.He Mu flipped through it with great interest, and asked, "You must have been the squad leader since you were a child."

"That's right." Chang Mingan said with a smile.

He Mu muttered: "I used to hate the monitor, and I would be prudish."

"If I'm the squad leader, you'll like it."

He Mu ignored him, and looked through the photo album on his own, and found that Chang Ming'an's family took family portraits every year during the New Year. First, when he was a child, a family of three took pictures, and later, there were only two mothers and sons. Chang Ming'an grew up slowly. , From a childish boy to a tall and straight young man, Yang Xiaozhen is getting older year by year, but the smiles in her eyes are getting more and more.

He was so envious, he hadn't taken a family portrait yet.

He Mu turned to Chang Ming'an's English-Chinese Dictionary, and every few pages contained leaves, petals, and all kinds of things. They were all dried, but the shape was well preserved.He Mu took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a piece of ginkgo biloba leaf that had been molded and trimmed, and showed it to Chang Mingan while pinching the stem.

"Remember, you gave it to me."

He Mu's eyes were shining brightly, and he smiled complacently, as if he had taken out some great treasure.Chang Ming'an propped his hands on the edge of the desk, wrapped He Mu in his arms, lowered his head to enclose his lower lip, and kissed him gently.He Mu tilted his head to kiss Chang Ming, put his arms around his waist, and rubbed his back, tenderly.

"Ahem, let's eat!" Yang Xiaozhen knocked on the door outside.

He Mu pushed Chang Ming'an away like an electric shock, and when he was eating, his face was still red, as if he had put on rouge.Yang Xiaozhen's cooking was delicious, and the two people on the table brought food for him, which made his stomach bulge, and finally drank a big bowl of soup, which made him unable to walk.

After eating, Chang Mingan cleaned up the dishes, Yang Xiaozhen opened the door and went out, and took a picture of the door of the neighbor's house: "Hey, happy New Year's Eve, old rules, come and take a picture for us."

The neighbor's aunt came over and raised her eyebrows curiously when she saw He Mu.

Yang Xiaozhen said nonchalantly, "I'm a son."

He Mu was flattered and nervous at the same time. He quietly pulled Chang Ming'an's clothes, and asked, "Shall I take pictures too? If I had known it would be like this, I would have cut my hair. Doesn't it look ugly if my hair is too long?"

Chang Ming'an pulled the end of his ponytail and said, "It looks good."

Yang Xiaozhen called the two to come quickly, she sat in the middle of the sofa, and pulled them to sit down one by one: "Hurry up, don't delay them."

"It's okay, it's okay," the neighbor's aunt held the camera that Yang Xiaozhen handed her, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed, "Come on, one, two, three, happy new year——"

The three grinned in unison.

"Happy New Year."

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The author says:

When I started this article, I only planned to write ten thousand characters, but I didn't expect to write it so long.This time I tried a more delicate writing method. Teacher Chang and Mumu are both very good. Gentleness is also a kind of strength. In the process of writing, I was touched by them many times and I also drew a lot of strength from them. They are like My best friend now.They will always be so good, and everyone who reads the article will get better and better.At the end of the writing, the song just soared: "In my lifetime, we meet on a narrow road, and we will not be spared in the end. Suddenly, entangled curves grow out of the palms. Before being sensible, after being emotional, it can only last for one day. Which year will change your life."