famine

Thanks to Jiang Xuan who never refused to come, the two of them just celebrated the Lantern Festival together. Cheng Hong's idea at the beginning was to simply have a meal, a bowl of Lantern Festival and chat, but when the table was filled with all kinds of dishes, He sat down at the table with a dumbfounded smile.

Jiang Xuan came out of the kitchen, holding two bowls of rice in his hands, put one of the bowls in front of Cheng Hong, and sat down opposite him.The two cans of beer that he took out of the plastic bag just now were at his hand, and he readily gave one to Cheng Hong.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Xuan asked.

Cheng Lang restrained his laughter, but still had a smile in his tone, looking at Jiang Xuan who was holding a porcelain bowl with one hand, "I just didn't expect it."

"Didn't think of anything?"

I didn't expect to have a meal with you face to face one day, and the brackets are still in my own home.

Cheng Lang thought so in his heart, and said: "Besides Xiao Mantou's family, you are the first one to come to my house as a guest... kid."

Jiang Xuan glanced at him indifferently, and the chopsticks in his hand landed on a pile of beef balls, and stuck one into the bowl, "You are also the first adult I know."

"Tsk."

Cheng Lang also imitated his example and made a beef ball, took a small bite, and thought it was okay, when he saw the can of beer in his hand, he suddenly thought of something and asked him: "You are not yet an adult, you can't drink. "

"Seven days."

Cheng Lang was taken aback, "Huh?"

"There are still seven days until he becomes an adult." Jiang Xuan explained very calmly.

"...That's right, let's drink a can, don't you know how to punch?"

"What?" Jiang Xuan looked up at him, and then understood, "Although I don't drink much, don't look down on me."

Cheng Lang really likes him like this. At this time, Jiang Xuan feels particularly shy, but it's not the kind of shyness that is annoying, but the kind of indifference that can only be shown when he is particularly sure and reliable. In Cheng Lang's eyes, he looked like a wicked little kid who made adults helpless.

"How do you plan to spend your birthday? Don't you really want to invite your good friends or roommates to have a meal?"

Jiang Thrush answered him without saying a word.

Cheng Lang glanced into his bowl, maybe the bowl at home was small, half of the rice in his bowl had gone down by now, he turned the half without rice to the opposite side, and started to eat the remaining half.

"I haven't given anyone else a birthday," Cheng Lang said, looking at his face with concern, "What kind of birthday do you want to have?"

"..." Jiang Xuan, who was eating with his head down, almost blurted out that you can live with me.

His expression darkened, and he pursed his lips, "Next Saturday, you just need to get that sky out."

After dinner, Jiang Xuan volunteered to show his skills and cooked two boxes of Lantern Festival, one box of black sesame and one box of peanuts.

At this time, Cheng Hong had no stomach. After tasting the two stuffings, he started to drink the soup. He watched Jiang Xuan eating the Lantern Festival with a serious expression, as if what he had in front of him was not the Lantern Festival, but a comprehensive essay.

But as time passed, Cheng Hong's eyes gradually changed from calm to shocked.

He kind of wanted to ask if he didn't have enough to eat during the Chinese New Year in the country, and he was too embarrassed to eat in front of old men and old ladies.

But seeing Jiang Xuan's plain expression, he didn't ask anything.

"Cheng Lang," Jiang Xuan said, "I'm back to school."

"Where are you going?" Cheng Yan looked back at him, then looked up at the watch on the background wall, frowned, "It's almost nine o'clock, why don't you stay with me for the night."

Jiang Xuan raised his phone: "No, I've called a car."

Cheng Yan was stunned for two seconds, looked at him puzzled, and felt strange in his heart from just now: "You called a car? Why didn't you tell me, it's so late..."

Seeing Jiang Xuan standing up, Cheng Hong fell silent.

He walked to the entrance and began to bend over to change his shoes. His face was still expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After a while, he said to Cheng Lang who was standing beside him with a puzzled expression on his face, "Don't send it away, it's cold outside."

"No," Cheng Hong grabbed his arm the next moment, and he had to stand up straight, "What's wrong with you?"

He was fine just now, why suddenly... he seems to be a different person.

It looks strange and cold.

"What's wrong? I'm fine."

But you don't look like you're okay.

It was obviously the same as before, but he felt that he was not very happy.It's like competing with someone.

Resigned?

For some reason, Cheng Lang suddenly felt irritated, his brows were frowned tightly, and he almost immediately thought of the previous situations, and blurted out without thinking, "Someone called you? It's your parents?"

"..." Jiang Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He looked up at Cheng Hong, as if in slow motion, changing frame by frame. When the two looked at each other, Cheng Hong suddenly felt a chill behind him.

When Jiang Xuan stared at people so coldly, it was as if he was looking at a stranger, which made Cheng Lang feel uncomfortable.

"What did you say?"

"..." Cheng Lang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he could only lower his eyes, trying to get away from his staring eyes.

I've mispoken.

There are indeed problems, but you can't say that.

But in such a tense situation just now, Cheng Lang didn't have time to think about all his actions and thoughts.He looked at the back of the boy who was changing shoes at the door, and for some reason he wanted to keep him.

Especially like being nice and gentle to him.Take care of him a little bit.

Suddenly, what Jiang Xuan said just now rang in his ears.

—I don’t celebrate my birthday.

— Do you have any birthday presents?

Throat is a bit dry.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Jiang Xuan's jaw was tense, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the floor under his feet, broke away from Cheng Hong's hand, turned around and opened the door to leave.

"Jiang Xuan!" Cheng Yan immediately stopped him, and the next words were very low, "I'm sorry, don't..." Don't be angry.

do not do that.

Don't be so cautious.

Don't walk hard.

...don't carry it alone.

We are friends, aren't we?

I don't want to see you so helpless.

Maybe I can help you share some of it?

You can try to tell me.

This feeling of not being able to get up or down made Cheng Lang flustered for a while.

I want to see Jiang Xuan grinning, I want to see him relaxed.

I don't like how he locked himself in the small black room at a loss.

He didn't say anything, but he was like a trapped animal.

Although his throat was full of unspoken words, Cheng Hong, who had always been calm, didn't say anything when he saw Jiang Xuan's sideways movement.

Jiang Xuan's side profile is also very good-looking, with a high nose bridge, long eyelashes, and thin light-colored lips.

When he has no expression, he is more indifferent than most people.

"Happy Lantern Festival." He said.

After the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, Lu Yanlin stopped Jiang Xuan, who was in the sophomore team, and asked him to go to the office with her.

Compared to Wang Peng and the others who were so curious about what the hell was going on, Jiang Xuan just raised his eyebrows slightly and followed behind her.

In the office, Lu Yanlin took out a courier envelope from the drawer and handed it to Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan looked at the envelope, and intuitively felt that it was a bit thick, and it was the same size as the admission notice from the attached middle school when it was sent.

"Hurry up and take it!" Lu Yanlin said, she looked in a good mood, her eyes were full of smiles.

Jiang Thrush took it in silence.

"Open it!"

Jiang Xuan tore off the sealing sticker on the side of the envelope, and the opening of the envelope popped open.Because of the angle, several sheets of paper slipped out together, and the bottom is...money?

"Congratulations!" Lu Yanlin finally breathed out, "You haven't read those entries, they are all very interesting. You won No.2, and you have fifteen dollars!"

"..." Jiang Xuan was at a loss for a moment. If he hadn't been used to silence, he would have directly asked what the game was.

Is this a bonus from a science and technology competition?

That little drone?

......The small drone that Cheng Hong helped to make together?

"...Thank you teacher." Jiang Xuan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, his face returned to calm, and his tone was light.

Lu Yanlin was used to his expression for a long time, and he was not surprised at this time, still smiling, looking at him with eyes full of admiration, "Don't thank me, I didn't do anything, it's all about you , You are the only one in our class who won the award! I received a notice from the project team just after the start of school, and I have been holding back and wanting to tell you when the award comes! Are you happy?"

Jiang Xuan put on a wooden face: "Happy."

"Well! Go back quickly, there are still 2 minutes for class... By the way," Lu Yanlin handed him the textbooks and test papers that he had organized at hand, "By the way, help me get the things over, and I will talk about the papers later, and tell the class representative not to use it." Come again."

"Ok."

On the way back to the classroom, Jiang Xuan still felt a little unreal.

Although he is convinced that his work will win the participation award at worst, and stop at the third prize if it is a little better, he just thinks about the 3000 yuan for the first prize.

Did you really win an award?

One thousand and five?

...not worth.

It's more than this price to show Brother Zhou the bird.

Waste of time and don't participate next time.

No, it seems that there will be no next time.

The money... has Cheng Hong's share.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan didn't care that this was still in the teaching building. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and wanted to tell Cheng Hong about it. He would be happy to know it, and maybe he could even praise him by the way.

"Xueba is worthy of being a Xueba."

But the moment his hand landed on the profile picture of Mileage on the list, he suddenly stopped.

He hasn't contacted him for two days.

And that day...

Jiang Xuan frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Just as he stopped, someone passed by him and bumped him.

In order to prevent accidents caused by students tossing around in the teaching building, the attached middle school built the corridors very wide, so that three adults standing sideways with open arms would not be able to touch them. Although the class is over now, most of the students are studying and chatting in the class, and it is not good to go out Going to the toilet, the sky is the same as Wang Peng, secretly going to the downstairs of the staff dormitory to smoke a cigarette.Being bumped into by someone is mostly due to the fact that two people have no eyes at the same time.

Jiang Xuan put away his thoughts and looked up.

"You don't have long eyes!"

In front of him stood a skinny man with glasses, also wearing a school uniform.There were only the two of them in the slightly empty corridor.

The man with glasses has fair skin, a small mouth, a natural pouty lips, and a sunken nose. The whole person is wrapped in a large school uniform and feels weak, as if he would fall down when the wind blows.

Jiang Xuan didn't know this sissy, but the school uniform should be from the same class.

As soon as he came to this conclusion, the shrill voice of the little girl rang out again: "What about you! Don't you have eyes? Do you have to hit people with such a big place?"

"Do you have to bump into people in such a big place?" Jiang Xuan repeated his words coldly, and then walked around him.

The little girl felt that she was being provoked, so she pointed at him and scolded him angrily.It's just that Jiang Xuan walked to the door of the class in a few steps, and walked in without looking back.

Compared to the rage behind him, Jiang Xuan was thinking about other things.

My birthday... is it still?

The author has something to say:

Emotional drama is so difficult to write T_T This paragraph is too difficult to write, it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it, there will be an explanation later