famine

"You wear the pair of steamed buns." Cheng Hong bent down and searched for a while. The last time Jiang Xuan came to his house, he didn't care whether he needed to change his shoes or not. Slippers were placed next to his feet, compared with his sneakers, "It's about the same, maybe a little smaller."

Jiang Xuan asked while changing the shoes: "Are these the shoes that Xiao Mantou brought from home?"

He hadn't heard Xiao Mantou talk about the brother Cheng who was across the door before, and he didn't expect that the relationship was quite good, and he even had a spare pair of slippers.

"No, Brother Conch is not at home sometimes, and Sister Conch brings Xiaomantou to my house to play, or if she wants to go out on weekends, she entrusts Xiaomantou to take care of me. This child is quite like that. I don't like to enter the house." Cheng Hong laughed as he said that, and Jiang Xuan probably thought of the tiger-headed little mantou from his expression.

He reacted for a while before he suddenly realized that "Brother Conch" was referring to his little uncle.

"Were you very annoying when you were young?" Jiang Xuan changed his shoes and leaned aside.

"Why do you ask?"

Jiang Xuan: "For the problem of you giving people nicknames, you have been beaten a lot, haven't you?"

"..." Cheng Hong looked at him and said nothing.

By the way, I was distracted thinking about whether it is so powerful, the nicknames given to Jiang Xuan are only one or two, the big steamed bun Jiang Xiaoniao Kuge even scolded him as a dog in a hurry...

In the end, he lowered his head and picked up two large plastic bags, and walked to the kitchen without looking back.

Jiang Xuan kicked away the robot vacuum that had been knocking at his feet, and leaned against the wall laughing for a long time.

The living room of Cheng Hong’s house hasn’t changed much from the last time he came here. Jiang Xuan took a careful look. The little rug where Little Mantou was sitting and playing with Lego was still placed by the French window, and three books were placed on it at very random angles. It seems that the owner often sits here, reading books and drawing pictures.The background wall of the home theater is made of black and gray low-key and simple color blocks. There is a useless black TV cabinet directly below it. It is very long and narrow. something.

Jiang Xuan didn't believe this evil, turned his head to look at Cheng Hong who was arranging the ingredients in the kitchen, and asked, "Can I go around?"

Cheng Lang was busy taking things out of the plastic bag, without even turning his head: "Okay, just turn around." It means that you can go to any of these houses if you like, and you can't enter any of them.

With the approval of the master, Jiang Xuan stood up from the sofa, started from the living room, and turned from left to right.In fact, the layout of each room is exactly the same as that of his aunt's house. He mainly wanted to see the difference between Cheng Hong living alone and the three of them.

He wanted to look a little more popular, preferably with a laundry basket or a trash can that wasn't emptied in time, so that the place he called "home" didn't look so...clean.

But the result was very disappointing.

Jiang Xuan came out of the living room and entered the master bedroom. The double bed inside should be where Cheng Hong slept. During the day, the quilt had been folded up and put into the cabinet. The mattress was covered with a linen gray sheet, which was neat and tidy. It was as wrinkle-free as a pillow, like no one had ever laid on it.Outside the master bedroom is the bathroom, which has a large area. The walls and floors are covered with tiles, which are as clean as new. There is no rubbish in the wastebasket. The washing machine is placed against the wall. He searched for a long time but could not find a basket or a plastic container for clothes. pot.There are two bedrooms left in the whole house, one of which has been converted into a study like my uncle's house, and the other has a bed. It is very empty inside and should be used as a guest room.

Jiang Xuan only glanced at the door of the guest room before returning to the study.

The long wooden table is leaning against the window, the swivel chair has been stuffed in, and the wastebasket at the foot is still clean.

On the right side of the desk is a large bookshelf, the color is still low-key and simple.Standing in front of the bookshelf, Jiang Xuan couldn't touch the sides of the bookshelf with his open hands.

What books would Cheng Lang like to read?

He had expected that there would be many books about design, drawing, or his work-he did find some, but it was only a small part of the full book.There are more novels in the bookshelves.

Due to his personality, Jiang Xuan prefers to be alone. There are many ways for him to pass the time. The most common thing is doing quizzes, and the second is reading. Even mobile phones are not so attractive to adolescents like him.

He looked into the bookshelf through the glass, glanced over the names one by one, and found that he had read several of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure who appeared by the door at an unknown time, his expression remained unchanged, he still looked at the bookshelf, and asked softly, "Have you read all these books?"

Cheng Yan leaned against the door frame leisurely, folded his hands on his chest, and said with a relaxed posture: "I have seen it, but some of them have been too long, so I don't have much impression of them."

Jiang Xuan retracted his gaze and stood up straight, "Your home is fine." It's just too well-behaved.

"Thank you," Cheng Lang said, "What do you want to eat? Or what do you want to drink? I'm going to cook."

Jiang Xuan came out, "Let me help you."

"No, just prepare your mouth and tell me the menu by the way. But I don't guarantee that it will be delicious."

"You dote on me too much," Jiang Tong opened his mouth and came, pushing Cheng Hong out, "You invited me to dinner, let me show you a hand, Xueba washes his hands and makes soup."

"Okay, then you can cook the Lantern Festival later."

"can."

The two went to the kitchen. Cheng Lang opened the frozen layer, and there were all kinds of meat that he bought just now. He pointed to it and said, "Let's choose the meat first, we've bought almost all of them."

"Beef," Jiang Xuan picked out the bag of meat that hadn't had time to freeze, "make a..."

"Potato beef stew?" Cheng Hong answered quickly, "There are potatoes at home."

"Make a beef ball." Jiang Xuan looked at him and said the second half of the sentence.

Cheng Yan was stunned, and opened his mouth, "Okay, do it."

Seeing Jiang Xuan pick out another bag of chicken wings, "This is for cola chicken wings."

Picking up again, "This is for braised pork...this is for..."

"Hey," Cheng Hong stopped his hand that was about to reach in again, "It's almost done, the Lantern Festival is better than the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Okay." The latter readily withdrew his hand.

"Where's the vegetables?"

"casual."

Cheng Lang: "I see, stir-fry vegetables casually, I don't eat them anyway—is that what you mean?"

Jiang Xuan was still holding the meat in his hand, looking at him and smiling.

"Okay, it's good," Cheng Yan also smiled, "Let's blanch the meat first, will this work?"

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Don't dare, I'm afraid of iron head skills."

"...Fuck." Jiang Xuan smiled even more happily.

When Cheng Lang started cooking, he threw Jiang Xuan out. Jiang Xuan went out of the kitchen and closed the door. The sound of the range hood rumbling inside disappeared, and the world became quiet all at once.

After he reacted, he didn't know how long he had stood at the door.

In the living room behind him, the projection has been turned on, in the name of leaving some sound in the room. Jiang Xuan listened with his back for a long time, but he didn't know what was going on inside.

The only thing that comforted his suddenly messy heart was that he could still smell the fragrance of the pot of Jin Junmei on the tea table while standing here.

With the back of his head facing the living room, he backed up and touched the sofa, and then fell down completely oblivious.

One of his ears was just pressed against the sofa, and he heard the beating of his heart.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are thick and have two floors, but it is too cold outside, and it has been covered with a layer of white mist at this time. Jiang Xuan's sight is the upside-down windows and the light from the ceiling chandelier reflected on the windows.

"......"so good.

I really like this.

He knew someone who was busy in the kitchen, and that person was very nice, very different, and very annoying.He knows a lot of things, he is a director.The appearance is very glamorous, but the person is silent and restrained. The two are obviously contradictory, but they are just right when placed on him.There is a sense of distance in particular—to others.

As far as Jiang Xuan himself was concerned, no one in this place except him knew that Cheng Hong could weld forts.

He suddenly thought of Cheng Hong sitting in the old man's racing car with his hands tied, and he laughed without hesitation for a second.

His line of sight returned to the kitchen door with difficulty. It was obviously opaque, but he seemed to be able to outline a figure by himself.Thin waist, narrow hips, long legs.This man is obviously concentrating on cooking, but it doesn’t seem to be the case at all. You can see a small braid hanging between the two butterfly bones on his back, and you can also see the golden thread-like hair on his temples and forehead. .Obviously the door was closed so tightly, Jiang Xuan seemed to be able to smell the aroma of the food.

He had never felt like this before.

What does it feel like?

Happy?joy?Practical?expect?

The heart beats faster and faster.

—I think it has always been like this.

——I want to be with Cheng Hong all the time.

"Cheng Lang!" Jiang Xuan sat up abruptly and shouted towards the kitchen.

"Why?" The inside answered quickly.

"I..." Jiang Xuan was stunned for two seconds, and the tingling feeling on his back suddenly disappeared. He was a little at a loss, and said casually: "It's okay!"

"...Neuropathy!"

The figure on the frosted glass at the door flashed by, probably going to the other side to get something.

Jiang Xuan sat awkwardly on the back of the sofa deformed by his actions just now, with his feet raised high, looking at the slippers hanging on his toes, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, the kitchen door opened from the inside, and Cheng Yang looked over with his neck up. His face was illuminated by the light on the range hood, his face was warm yellow, and he slightly parted his lips: "Clear the table and eat!"

"...Okay." Jiang Xuan jumped down.

There was a dining table at the entrance of the kitchen, and Jiang Xuan put the snacks bought from the supermarket piled up on the coffee table, leaving two cans of beer, and when he came back to clean up, he saw the things that were originally pressed under the plastic bag.It was bundles of colored thread poking out of a small bag.

Jiang Xuan took a look and stuffed it back directly. When he carried it in his hand, he realized that there were a lot of things in the small bag, and there was something sticking out like a frame.

Just as he was about to reach in to tidy up, Cheng Hong, who came out with vegetables behind him, called out to him, put down the vegetables, wiped his hands on the apron and walked over: "Just give this to me."

Jiang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and gave him the things.

Then I saw Cheng Lang carrying a small bag into the study, and he was very careful.

He carefully looked at the expression on the scale when he came out, and guessed casually: "Is it my birthday present?"

"Yes." Cheng Hong glanced at him unexpectedly, he didn't expect him to think of this directly, but he didn't hide it.

Sure enough, Jiang Xuan's eyes moved, and the next moment he grinned, "What is it?"

"Didn't you say you couldn't tell you in advance?"

"I just guessed it. I didn't expect it to be true. Can you reveal it to me?"

Cheng Yan shook his head: "No, there will be no surprises if I say it now."

Jiang Xuan: "What a surprise?"

"Ah."

"Then you must not tell me."

"No," Cheng Lang laughed, "Do you really want to know or not? You still want to refuse or welcome."

"It's the same for all of us who haven't had a birthday." Jiang Xuan said calmly.

"..." Cheng Lang was stunned for two seconds, extremely surprised, "You haven't celebrated your birthday yet?"

Jiang Xuan thought for a while, "It's over, I usually go to have a good meal and it's my birthday."

He originally wanted to pretend to be more indifferent, but just as he was about to say something to express that he was very strong, Cheng Lang patted his head the next moment, and he looked at him softly, "Poor little boy, from now on, brother Let’s celebrate your birthday—a good meal.”

Jiang Xuan's heart moved, and there seemed to be a voice in his ears again. He pursed his lips to suppress the inexplicable complex emotions, and asked tentatively: "Are there any birthday presents?"

"Of course." Cheng Yan said with a smile, "Hurry up and serve the food. I saw that you will eat these things. You'd better finish eating today, or I will waste my money."

"Leave it to me."

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