famine

In Cheng Lang's 26 years of life, apart from the first few years when he didn't even have his own thoughts, he didn't know. This night was indeed the first time he could remember sleeping with a person he had just met not long ago. bed.

The person in the brackets is still Jiang Xuan who turned his face at a single point.

It feels amazing.

So after turning off the lights for a long time, Cheng Lang still didn't feel any drowsiness. He relaxed and lay flat on his side in the double bed, squinted at the ceiling with indistinguishable patterns, and quietly listened to the voices of the people around him.

I guess I didn't sleep either.

At this time, Jiang Xuan moved, changing from lying on his side to lying on his back. The two of them lay side by side with half an arm's distance between them. Fortunately, the bed was so big that they wouldn't fall off.

After a while, Cheng Lang turned his head to look at him, but was caught off guard by Jiang Xuan's eyes.

The whole person was startled, "You..."

"Can't sleep." Jiang Xuan said.

His shimmering eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dark night, and his expression could not be described in words. When he stared at Cheng Hong, the drowsiness he had already felt was gone.

"Accept the bed?" Cheng Hong asked.

He could see Jiang Xuan's lips pursed, and after a while he said, "I don't really recognize it, maybe I'm more excited today."

It was the first time that I went out of the urban area with an "adult" like this, and came to the unfamiliar countryside but made him feel very fresh everywhere, and saw their leisurely and delicious life.

Not only that, but also celebrate the New Year together.

... a Chinese New Year together!

"I really can't tell you are in such high spirits," the moonlight came in from the window, and the slanted silver fell on Jiang Xuan's face. The two of them were so close that Cheng Hong seemed to be able to see his face clearly when he opened his eyes. count the pores on his face, and count his long and slender eyelashes, "Your expression hasn't changed, is it because the villain in your heart is bouncing up and down?"

Jiang Xuan laughed. The quilt was all over his chest. He might feel the heat. He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt down, pushing the quilt onto his stomach. "Is there a little zombie living in my heart? It's still jumping up and down."

"No, there is still a threshold at the entrance of the small universe. The little zombie can't jump out, and has been knocking inside the door, so you look expressionless now. I suggest you remove the threshold, so that you can empathize with the little zombie , you can be more lively."

In the dark, Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows, not angry at Cheng Hong's serious tone, but very helpless: "I can't be lively, the little zombie has been knocking on the threshold for more than ten years and hasn't been able to make a gap in the threshold. It’s probably going to be like this for half my life.”

Cheng Lang was so happy that he didn't worry about going to sleep. He turned over and turned to look at Jiang Xuan, "Is the date of birth on your student ID card correct? Are you a child? Why do you feel that you are exposed every year on your birthday with the old man?" The half of the body outside is as painful as if a piece of iron shovel was planted on it."

Jiang Xuan: "I'm a child, 17 years old, less than half a month away, what am I trying to trick you?"

Picture you are older picture you... handsome?

"Okay," Cheng Lang said, "I remember your birthday, February [-]th, one day later than Valentine's Day, I'll give you a present then."

Hearing his flat tone, Jiang Xuan became interested, and asked enthusiastically, "What do you give?"

I was quite sleepy before I went to bed, but I was not sleepy when I lay down. To put it bluntly, it was still awkward.When I heard that there was a birthday present, I suddenly started to look forward to it, and my sleepiness subsided a lot.

"I don't know, isn't there half a month left, let me think about it."

"That's fine, don't tell me what it is in advance, and give it to me on my birthday."

Cheng Lang smiled, "Then you still ask."

Jiang Xuan chuckled twice, took out one hand from under the quilt, patted his chest, and said, "That's right, the little zombie inside is jumping up and down, shaking left, right, south, east, north and west."

"Why..." Cheng Yan yawned and continued, "Why are you like this? You don't look like a child at all. After staying with Xiao Mantou for so long, why didn't you inherit cuteness, talk a lot, etc. Now Like the old man's brother."

"Uncle Zhang." He just heard that Uncle Zhang's bird died, and the old man gave him one of his starlings.

"Yes, let you go, this is Uncle Jiang, you have another nickname."

"Let's talk less," Jiang Xuan's eyes lingered on Cheng Huang's face for a moment, then retracted, "You can't stand it, Mr. Cheng, go to sleep."

Cheng Lang was almost overwhelmed by drowsiness at this moment, he snorted and forced himself to say good night, and within two seconds he let out a long breathing sound.

Jiang Xuan was also sleepy. The same word "good night" was grinded in his throat for a long time but he didn't grind it out, and there was no need to grind it out later. He tried hard for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. It was sour and astringent, tears flowed for countless times, and I barely fell asleep in the middle of the night.

He didn't wake up when Cheng Lang stepped over Jiang Xuan in the morning.

He was squatting by the sink and brushing his teeth with a wash cup in his hand. When he was rinsing his mouth, he saw the old lady and the old man coming in from the door. He spit out a mouthful of water and said, "Ah, are you back from a walk?"

"No, the air is good in the morning." The old lady was wearing the down jacket that Cheng Hong bought for her. When she got hot from walking, she unzipped the zipper, revealing the down jacket of the same style as the old man, and said as she walked in: " I passed by the river outside the village just now, and I saw it was frozen, you and Little Star can go skating in the afternoon."

The old man also asked, "Where's the steamed bun?"

Cheng Lang stood up, "It's sleeping, I'm a little sleepy, I don't know when I fell asleep last night, I'll call him later."

Old lady: "What steamed buns, you two are so annoying!"

Jiang Xuan just heard these words when he opened the curtain and came out.

Even after waking up and rubbing my eyes, my eyes are still sleepy, and the eye sockets are sour, which is very uncomfortable.

"I also find it annoying," he said, "I have to blame my younger brother. His nickname is Xiao Mantou."

"Do you still have a younger brother?" The old lady asked in surprise, "Did you have a younger brother? Why didn't you bring it? Is it the same as you, little star."

Cheng Yan had already washed his face with cold water, because he was too lazy to pour hot water in the house, his face and hands were pale from the cold, and he trembled a little when he spoke: "You can't be a little star after listening to this name, aren't you still steaming? Huahua Mantou, his brother is like that."

The old man nodded: "That's very festive, Mantou, next time you come, bring the little one, just for the two of us to play with."

Jiang Thrush: "..."

Finally, I know why Cheng Hong is so poor sometimes.

If there is one elder in the family, if there is a younger one, and there are two elders in the family... this matter is very difficult to handle.

After Jiang Xuan washed up, he was going to help the old lady make breakfast together, but when he was about to enter the kitchen, he was stopped by Cheng Lang.

"Can you skate? I'll take you to skate after dinner."

Jiang Xuan raised an eyebrow, "Going to the ice rink?"

"No," Cheng Lang said, "There is a river outside the village. We passed by it yesterday. Do you remember, it's right behind the towel factory."

Can't remember, but, "...to go ice skating on the river?"

"Ah."

"Is it thick enough to not be afraid of falling?"

Cheng Yan tilted his head and smiled: "No, I used to go skating there when I was young, and it's fine for the old man to stand on it. You'll know when you go."

So after breakfast, the old lady took out two sets of gloves from the drawer in her room, gave them a pair for each of them, and said: "Go, go, come back for lunch, don't touch each other. It's fine for Xiao Lang, but don't knock on the little star..."

"Grandma," Cheng Hong couldn't believe it, "are you my real grandma?"

The old lady raised her eyebrows, exactly the same as when Cheng Lang raised her eyebrows, "Don't you know?"

He didn't care at all that Jiang Xuan was still listening.

Instead, he was taken aback and looked at the old lady in surprise.

——This is different from the grandma he imagined.

No matter how shocked he was, Jiang Xuan didn't show it on his face.On the contrary, he was even more sure how indestructible the family relationship between the old man and the old lady and Cheng Hong was.

Such two old people have cultivated a Cheng Hong.

Cheng Lang is so different, dazzling like a star, if there is a pair of interesting grandparents, it seems reasonable?

When he got to the ice skating place, Jiang Xuan realized that it would be more reasonable to call this river "xi".

The abolition of the towel factory in the distance is no different from yesterday, the only difference is that the sun is now in full bloom, emitting a dazzling light, coating the surrounding area with a warm halo.The towel factory is still in decline, but it looks like a huge light cocoon, which looks much more lively.Some people may believe that it is still in use.

Jiang Xuan put on the woolen gloves knitted by the old lady. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the woolen gloves completely covered his hands, and the size was just right.

He looked back, and Cheng Lang had already put on the gloves, which were the same gray color and probably the same size.

Noticing his gaze, Cheng Lang also turned his head, "What's wrong?"

I don't know why, the gloves of the two are exactly the same, the color is plain, without any decorations, but they don't look as good as Cheng Hong's.

Cheng Lang's hands are very white, they don't look thick when wrapped in gloves, they are still slender and delicate.

Jiang Xuan met Cheng Hong's gaze, but didn't answer, his expression was a bit strange, his gaze swept over Cheng Hong's facial features, and he found that the slightly curly hair on his temples had fallen out again, more than that, Jiang Xuan also thought of Cheng Hong. The little braid at the back is very emotional.

His profile is well curved, his jaw is slightly retracted, and his face is fair. Jiang Xuan got up late today, but he knew that Cheng Hong hadn't shaved.

In the dormitory, Wang Peng put three different types of razors on his desk. Half of the time he was late every day was shaving, but he was not as clean as Cheng Hong.

... People who are engaged in art really still have appearance requirements, right?

"Steamed buns?" Cheng Hong called him again.

This time, Jiang Xuan came back to his senses directly, turned his head, and even turned to the other side.

The sudden uncomfortable expression on his face was hidden.

"Do you have leg hair?"

Cheng Lang: "...huh?"

what?

have what?

Jiang Xuan shook his head vigorously, as if adding flour to water, "Forget it, it's all right."

——For the first time, I felt out of place with Cheng Lang because of my leg hair.

Jiang Xuan could skate on roller skates when he was a child. Although it cannot be compared with the slightly crude frozen river in front of him, the principle is the same. It is very easy to skate directly without wearing skates.

The two were skating along the river while chatting, and within half an hour, a group of children came from the village, both male and female, and they were all under ten years old by visual estimation. They ran towards Cheng Hong with a clear goal. Looks like he's here for skating too.

"Your Excellency, don't you care?" Jiang Xuan flinched towards Cheng Lang, who had already warmed up, and his down jacket was open.

Cheng Yan took a quick step to stagger away from him, afraid of bumping into each other, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Fell into the river." Jiang Thrush said.

"Did you fall into the river?"

Seeing his frown, Cheng Yan smiled with his eyes bent, "It's okay, there are a bunch of children in the village, we can't lose them, besides, if one of them is missed later, won't Brother Mantou catch it?"

Jiang Xuan: "What about after that? What if a piece of ice is so thin that the child is still rolling on it and falls into it?"

He counted the group of kids who had just arrived, there were seven in total, four boys and three girls. He guessed that the frozen river behind the towel factory was a sacred place for skating. Mi, the sound of laughter and noise went straight into his head, it sounded very noisy.

Cheng Lang saw it, and slid forward again, in the opposite direction to the children, "Do you know how deep this river is?"

"Ok?"

"To your knees," he said, "as long as they don't get mixed doubles by their parents because of their test scores, these kids won't want to die easily."

Jiang Thrush: "..."

The author has something to say:

Don't go skating in the river like these two extremely boring people!It will kill people!