famine

When I went out, the sound of firecrackers outside was loud, and fireworks exploded in the night sky from time to time. The alleys were deep, and after lighting a whip at the door of the house, the sound was very ear-piercing, crackling like frying beans.

The street was also very lively, the cement floor, which was only a little wider than the alley, was piled up with empty firecracker shells, red paper and plastic were everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of drugs, which smelled a little pungent.

When the third wave of children ran past the electric tricycle, Jiang Xuan looked down at the transparent plastic bags of different colors in their hands. Not surprisingly, they were filled with firecrackers and small pyrotechnic sticks that could be played by this age group. Throwing a cannon or something.

Following the direction Cheng Hong pointed out to him, the two rode a tricycle out of the village and kept walking in the same direction. After walking for more than 20 minutes, they saw a road that was gradually climbing to a high place beyond sight. On the mountain road, Jiang Xuan probably guessed where Cheng Hong was going to take him.

Just after laughing, I heard the person behind me suddenly remember something and said: "I have always had a question."

His voice was a little higher than usual, his tone was brisk, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The little zombies in Jiang Xuan's small universe began to knock on the threshold again. He held back his laughter and answered loudly, "What's the question?"

"Shouldn't the Chinese New Year be pasted with the word "Fu"? Why does Xiao Mantou and his family always have Erye Guan posted on their door?"

"Oh," Jiang Xuan said, "he was crying and asking for it, saying that he likes this person, and he is determined to be as loyal as him. If it wasn't for the fear that I would beat him up, he would still want to befriend me."

Cheng Lang laughed twice, "You are his brother, why are you begging me, but I always feel that Guan Erye is going to be begging me, every time I go out, I turn around and see him staring at me, it's weird of."

Jiang Xuan didn't answer, but asked: "What about you, did you put something on the door during the Chinese New Year?"

He thought that Cheng Hong wanted to go home anyway, and as soon as Lanqiao's house was locked, he came back straight away, so he shouldn't have to bother cleaning the house and posting Spring Festival couplets.

Sure enough, Cheng Yan quickly replied: "Nothing is posted, every year the property management sends out a pack of Spring Festival couplets, but I'm too lazy to do it... Oh, stop."

He patted Jiang Xuan on the shoulder and pointed: "Go to the right."

"Go to the right?" Isn't this the only way?

In the next moment, Cheng Lang stretched out his hand to cover his head, turned to the right, and said with a smile in his voice, "Here, do you see that watchtower?"

Jiang Xuan looked in the direction of his finger and understood.

On the mountainside in the distance, on the right side of the road paved with concrete, there is a piece protruding out, like a branch randomly extending from a tall and straight tree, which looks very mysterious among the dry and dilapidated trees. It's so dark, you can't really spot it unless you look carefully.

Jiang Xuan reckoned that the group of old people who got up early and took a walk probably gathered here for a tea party.

The shoulder was patted twice, and then the weight disappeared, and Cheng Hong sat back again, "Hurry up and run there."

"No," Jiang Xuan laughed for a long time, "You are going to bring me here, I thought you just said it casually that day."

Cheng Lang: "Aren't you free now, are you surprised or not?"

"Surprise, surprise." Jiang Xuan didn't change his face, but he was very happy in his heart. His men twisted the handlebars. Fortunately, they were electric, otherwise they were really tired from riding them.

Cheng Lang laughed for a long time.

It was already midnight, and the sky was dark again. Every family was eating New Year’s Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala, or setting off cannons outside. Therefore, no one in the mountain could see them. The two of them parked the tricycle, and Jiang Xuan pulled out the key and put it away. Putting it in his pocket, he looked back and saw Cheng Hong stepping down from the car, his legs stretched out in the air for a moment, looking a little unreal.

But Cheng Lang didn't notice his stupefaction. After getting down, he kicked his legs, straightened his clothes, rolled up his sleeves and carried the firecrackers down.

Only then did Jiang Xuan come back to his senses, and while helping to carry it down, he asked: "Is this possible? It won't set the tree on fire. If there is another wildfire, the old man and the old lady will have to go to the health center tomorrow to die." .”

"Get lost," Cheng Lang squinted at him, "Is it okay to say something auspicious for the New Year's Eve? This place is big, and there are quite a lot of trees from the outside. Do you see if there are any more?"

Jiang Thong looked around as he said, and found that there were no trees, and the nearest one was more than ten meters away from them.

"Don't worry, it will definitely give you a chance to go to the third year of high school," Cheng Hong said again, "We came early, and someone will come after a while, hurry up and make room for others."

"...All right." It's all here, so why bother so much.

After the first two kicks sounded, Jiang Xuan's heart became strangely warm.

The dazzling light only shined in the air for a moment, like a hallucination.According to what Cheng Lang said, this sound was just a warm-up.

In the next second, Jiang Xuan saw that he took out a fort welded by himself from nowhere, and stared at the few steel pipes in disbelief. kick.

"...When did you get it?!"

"When you got into the car," the man squatting on the ground was stuffing the kicks one by one. He had already got a lot of dust on his hands, his face was indifferent, and his expression was completely in line with his current feeling. Out of place, "I still welded this, the craft is not as good as the old man, so I will use it."

After finishing the code, he put the fort in the middle, and he said, "Stand back, the excitement is coming."

"..." Jiang Xuan felt that the scene was absurd.

The second kick is worthy of the name, it is the common double sound on the market, there are two sounds, bang bang.

There are two neat rows on the fort, a total of six, that is, twelve rings.

Jiang Xuan was calculating in his mind as he stepped back.

He kept his eyes on Cheng Hong, who was next to the fort in the distance, staring at his every move, as if trying to see a hole in someone.

He took out a lighter from his pocket. Fortunately, I have good eyesight. If I squint my eyes a little, I can see the reflective logo on the fuselage. It is a zippo.

When someone opened the fire, the center of the flame was blue, and the periphery was warm yellow. The flame was not stable and kept fluttering left and right. Judging from his skillful opening action just now, it should not burn his hands. I don’t know if he smokes or not. Pumping, it doesn't look like it - but this movement is too skilled.

The man dodged back, stretched his arms, and approached the fort with the hand holding the lighter. The nearest double ring was played upside down. The cannon twist was about two centimeters, and it was brown...

Hit!

"呲呲呲..."

Jiang Xuan watched helplessly as the short length of the cannon burned up, and before he could count two seconds, the small fort on the ground was engulfed by a sudden blast of dazzling light.

Jiang Xuan's heart tightened, and he almost burst out: "Cheng Lang!!"

It was like a world invaded by a gangster. At that moment, everything screamed and disappeared.

bang, bang...

bang, bang, bang...

The first two sounds were double sounds, and Jiang Xuan didn't know the last three sounds, but it was too late to think too much at this time, and he rushed towards the fort with one stride.

bang bang bang...

The remaining two kicks exploded one after another, the entire area of ​​the observation deck lit up, and the sound sounded like thunder in the sky.

I didn't see where Cheng Hong was! !

Did he escape?After clicking the double ring, dodge it! ! !

Where the hell is Cheng Hong! ! !

"Jiang Thrush! What are you doing?! Don't die!!"

His wrist tightened suddenly, and someone grabbed him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pain in the back of the head, and ringing in the ears. I don't know whether it was bombed by the firecrackers or beaten. The voice Jiang Xuan heard became very unreal: "What are you doing?! Where are you running! Really! I want to be recognized as a dead body!"

Jiang Xuan frowned tightly, trying to identify the source of the sound, but his heart seemed to be jumping out of his throat, and the unstoppable thumping kept interfering with his judgment.He was very anxious and restless, and even made him feel like an ant on a hot pot, waving his hands and scratching.

His cheeks were suddenly covered by two warm, stinking hands, which forced him to turn his head to the right.

The eyes were black and black, and I couldn't see this person's expression clearly for a long time.

"Jiang Xuan?" His voice seemed to come from far away, like a dream, full of nothingness, but not as angry as before, but faintly worried, "What's wrong with you?"

Woke up from a dream.

Jiang Xuan couldn't control his strength, so he slapped his hands on both sides of his cheeks, and then clasped them. His eyesight had recovered a lot, he opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "...Cheng Hong? "

Cheng Yan frowned slightly: "Well, it's me, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"...No, nothing, are you okay?" His vision gradually became clear.

"...I'm fine." Cheng Lang pursed his lips, the temperature from the back of his tightly clenched hand was very cold, he felt Jiang Xuan's hand was shaking all the time, his expression was very sad, and his eyes were filled with panic.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and pulled him away just now, Jiang Xuan's face would probably be crippled now, and maybe it's not just his face.

I don't know why my heart suddenly felt sour, and my throat was a little astringent.Completely unaware of how Jiang Xuan's mind was going back and forth, he bent down and approached Jiang Xuan's face, carefully scrutinizing it, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked: "Are you okay..."

He was answered by a sudden hug.

Jiang Xuan buried his face in his arms, the moisture from the corners of his eyes flashed, and was soon diluted by Cheng Hong's coat, leaving no trace.

Arms were wrapped around Cheng Hong's waist, and his hands were locked on the back of his waist, gradually tightening.

The faint scent of men's perfume entered his nostrils. He obviously hadn't seen this person wearing perfume these days, so why did he still have the scent?I remember the first time he sat in a cayenne, he smelled the fragrance from this person, and thought that this person was a bitch.

...... A sissy is a sissy, luckily it's okay.

Jiang Xuan adjusted his state for a while, and when his mind cleared up, the expression on his face became very awkward.

On the dark, windy and deserted observation deck, two big men hugged each other in a strange posture, and one of them was crying.

——What the hell is this called?

What should I do now, just push him away and stand up and say it's okay, I'll tease you, or keep my head up and keep my face expressionless without showing any flaws?

Or how about laughing a few times and then laughing together and finally forgetting this unbearable situation together?

You can't hold it all the time, can you?

Cheng Lang's waist is really thin, even thinner than mine. He is completely empty in this down jacket. Doesn't it catch the wind underneath?

I. Fuck. Where did the wind come from? His hair is so itchy when it brushes my forehead. Is it a little strange that I reach out to remove his hair now?Or should I turn my head and change direction?

Here, Jiang Xuan was still talking incoherently in his heart, and there was another pain in his buttocks. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the place on his buttocks where he had been slapped by Cheng Lang was numb and hot.

"Dog, if I hadn't reacted so quickly and pulled you away, you might have been lying on the ground right now, you know?"

"..."

"Hey...get up and let me see if you're hurt. You weren't blown up by the firecrackers, right?"

Given a rare opportunity, Jiang Xuan didn't have time to think about the reason for the sudden rush of heat in his heart, so he let go of his hands very simply, stood up straight, and looked down at the bricks on the ground.

Cheng Hong looked at him with a cold face, waiting for him to offer his hand.

The tips of Jiang Xuan's ears turned red, probably from fright.

I'm still scared, my heart is still beating now.

So he said helplessly: "Give me your hand... It's very white and tender. What about the legs, are they not knocked? Come and look up for me to see your face."

Jiang Xuan was quite embarrassed, so he had to raise his head to show him, but his eyes kept looking away, and he refused to meet his gaze. From Cheng Hong's perspective, it looked a bit like rolling his eyes.

He wanted to laugh a little, and held it back for a long time before saying seriously, "Did your eyeball explode?"

"...tsk." Jiang Xuan wrinkled his nose, and it took a long time before he laughed.

When I got home and opened the courtyard door, I just looked up and saw the old man who was supposed to be playing with the birds to watch the Spring Festival Gala was walking out, wearing a coat while walking, his steps were very hurried, and the smile that had lasted for many days was gone on his face up.

Jiang Xuan saw the person next to him at a glance, and looked him up and down within a few seconds.

He is a middle-aged man with a fat figure wearing glasses. He has met several times when he and Cheng Hong go out to play. He is the village party secretary of their village.

Come to pay New Year's greetings on New Year's Eve?

His eyes fell on the solemn old man. Cheng Yan had already walked over quickly, stood opposite the two of them, and asked, "What happened? Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Hey, it's okay, the old man in the village." Seeing Cheng Yan, the old man's expression softened a little, "I'll go and have a look, you go back to accompany the old woman first, I'll be back in a while."

Cheng Yan understood, and only then did he have the time to nod to the village party secretary who was waiting on the side, then turned around and continued to say to the old man: "Why don't you go, I'll go, you stay at home, I'll come back and tell you the situation .”

"Alright," said the village party secretary on the side, and said to the old man: "This is your grandson, or let him go. You can celebrate the New Year at home. The young man is more energetic than you, the old man." There are too many."

"Why are you going?" the old man glared at him, regardless of the presence of outsiders, "go home and stay honest, it's not good to go there during Chinese New Year, I have nothing to do, so I will help keep the books and I will be back in a while. "

Cheng Lang: "It's not good for you to go there, and I can help too. Stay at your house and treat the steamed buns for me. We just came back from the cannonball. Your hard-earned BMW is out of battery. Remember to put the battery on Charge it up."

While pushing the old man back, he winked at Jiang Xuan. The latter hesitated to speak, and it took him a long time to swallow the sentence "I'll go with you", and obediently followed the old man into the house.

After settling down the complaining old man, he turned his head and walked out, standing at the gate of the courtyard, just in time to see the back of Cheng Lang walking away with the village party secretary.Cheng Lang was still wearing the coat with his tears in it and didn't have time to change. He was tall and thin, the braid at the back of his head was pressed under the scarf, and the broken hair around the ears couldn't hang down naturally. Puffy, fluttering and moving as he turned his head and spoke as he walked.

Even though the distance is not short, he can see it very clearly, as if Cheng Lang's appearance should be like that.

In such a scene, Jiang Xuan thought that if there was a snow scene as a foil, this person would look like a holy archangel, gentle and humble.

The author has something to say:

The plot requires it, don't set off firecrackers in the mountains, if it catches fire, you won't be able to enjoy CP!