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Cheng Yan and Jiang Xuan returned to the car after eating and helping themselves. As soon as Jiang Xuan raised his head after sitting down, a small square box twice the size of his palm appeared in front of him.

Cheng Lang handed the box to his eyes very casually. His bony fingers pinched the corner of the small square box. His nails were neatly trimmed, and each one was plump and round. The first thing Jiang Xuan saw was the first one on his middle finger. On the left side of the knuckle, there is a callus that has been worn out from too much pen use.

He also has it in his hands, but it doesn't seem as obvious as Cheng Hong's.

It took Jiang Xuan two seconds to adjust, ignoring that there were calluses on such beautiful hands, he raised his lips and smiled, and took the small square box over, and the various silk threads he saw on the dining table at Cheng Hong's house that day involuntarily appeared in his mind, "You embroidered something for me, right? Isn't it very popular on the Internet now, Dandou."

Cheng Lang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to mention this, and then smiled: "Next time, that's a bit difficult. I think a colleague is going to knit for me, so I have to start thinking about it several months in advance."

"Can I open it now?"

"can."

Jiang Xuan's heart moved. For some reason, his hands felt a little trembling. He was a little worried that the box would fall directly on the floor mat with four pairs of eyes staring at him, so he squeezed it with both hands in the posture of holding a water basin. , Confirmed again: "Then I will dismantle it."

Cheng Lang looked at him: "Tear it down."

"I'm really tearing it apart... No, how do I take it apart? How can I take it apart without damaging the outer layer of colored paper?"

Jiang Xuan didn't know if he was asking him, or talking to himself purely because of nervousness. Anyway, he just stared at the things in his hands, and he didn't get started for a long time. Yes, the mood is getting better and better.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Let's not hold another ceremony."

Jiang Xuan quickly turned his head to look at him, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of doing so, but when he saw Cheng Hong's widening smile, he also realized that he was being laughed at.When he realized what he had just done, he smiled embarrassedly.

He rubbed his nose, looked back at the small square box, and the corners of his mouth widened, as if he had found some treasure. First, he peeled off the colored tape pasted on the outside of the colored paper, and then peeled off the whole thing. A piece of colored paper, and saw a small photo frame in a transparent plastic box.

Jiang Xuan was stunned for two seconds, "...Is this a winding painting?"

Cheng Lang, who had watched the whole process from the sidelines, had already softened his heart. He was still thinking about Jiang Xuan's expression of novelty and anticipation just now. He felt a little distressed, so he nodded and gave a soft "hmm", "How is it?"

"Why dolphins?" Jiang Xuan didn't answer, but looked back at him.

Cheng Lang shrugged and replied truthfully: "I didn't think much about it at the time, but I just thought it was cute. I thought of you the first time I saw it. I did it for several nights, and I was worried that you wouldn't like it."

"I like it." Jiang Xuan replied quickly, completely oblivious to Cheng Hong's description of him as "cute", "I like it to death."

Cheng Lang thought to himself that for you, a poor little boy who has never had a birthday and probably hasn't confiscated any birthday presents, you have to say that you like a steamed bun.

His expression remained unchanged, but he also felt that his reasons were a bit sloppy. After all, Jiang Xuan was responsible for keeping him happy today.So I played back temporarily to make up for it: "This little dolphin, you think it can swim how it wants to swim in the sea, swim sideways, upright, upside down, upside down, southeast, northwest, anyway, just follow its own ideas, and follow other shrimp soldiers and crab generals when it's awake. Playing together, when you are sleepy, you will drift to different places with the waves like a boat drifting on the sea, and you will feel fresh every day. You put this small photo frame on the desk, bedside table, anywhere, and look up when you are tired of studying At first glance, ah, there are colors other than the paper exercise book, which is really fresh—wouldn’t it be more comfortable this way?”

"..."

As he spoke, he observed Jiang Xuan's expression, trying to see what he was thinking in silence, but unfortunately, the skill of Xueba's ability to hide emotions was already at full level, and he was proficient in it, so he didn't see it.

So Cheng Lang tentatively called him: "Jiang Xuan?"

"Why?" Jiang Xuan immediately asked.

Cheng Lang rubbed his nose. For some reason, he, an adult in his 20s who has reached the marriageable age, can't keep too much rationality in front of a high school student. Jiang Xuan always touches his heart and makes him Worry about him, think about him.Although he was also thinking about the kids in the office, he could clearly feel the difference between the two emotions.

He was often disturbed by his unique emotion towards Jiang Xuan.

Especially after Jiang Xuan left his house last week, this feeling became more and more obvious.

In other words, he and Jiang Xuan can be called "forgetful friends", and once they are forgotten, they will be forgotten for nine years.He can be sure that he is very special in Jiang Xuan's heart, and so is he.They have been able to become "friends", doing things together and joking around like ordinary friends.The strange thing is that this feeling changed its meaning in a certain eye-to-eye and unexpected touch, and was replaced by another inexplicable mood, like an undercurrent hidden under a calm lake, just a little change, just Make his heart flutter.

Cheng Lang didn't like this feeling, because it was too uncontrollable.

"Save it and go back to see it at night." Cheng Yan frowned, "I suspect that with your current expression, you will be able to string a string and hang the photo frame around your neck in the next second."

"..."

"Tsk." Jiang Xuan finally looked away from the top, smiled for a long time, and asked knowingly: "Is there?"

Cheng Lang looked into his eyes, and unconsciously looked away, not wanting to continue this topic.

The fingers on the steering wheel tapped, silently suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and asked the person beside him without looking sideways: "It's almost five o'clock, is there anywhere else you want to go?"

Jiang Xuan was stunned for two seconds: "No..."

He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence because his cell phone rang.

Jiang Tong and Cheng Hong stood at the door of the aunt's house one after the other, the former was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when the door was pushed open suddenly, and the second master Guan posted on it suddenly rushed towards Jiang Xuan, scaring him He took two steps back before he was able to stabilize himself.

When he lowered his head again, Xiao Mantou stood at his feet and looked at him happily.

"Brother!"

Because the house is warm, he usually only wears a small sweater and jeans, and children's slippers on his feet. He probably waited at the door when he heard the sound of the elevator running. But only stepped on one of them to perform the reality version of the Golden Rooster Independent.

Before Jiang Xuan had time to speak, Xiao Mantou tilted his head on his feet, saw Cheng Hong behind him, and said again: "Brother!"

Cheng Lang was so cute at the time, and imitated him by tilting his neck, showing his head on tiptoe, sticking his head out from Jiang Xuan's shoulder, "Little steamed bun!"

"Hey," Jiang Xuan looked helpless, covered his face, and looked back at him, "Oh, what, come in, Cheng."

He bent down to pick up the little steamed bun, but staggered, and laughed at him for gaining weight again while leading Cheng Hong into the room.

My aunt was cooking in the kitchen, she was taken aback when she saw the two people behind the little mantou from inside, and put on a smile in the next second: "Cheng Yu is here, did you meet at the door?"

Unexpectedly, the two people paused at the same time, and looked at each other with strange expressions. Jiang Xuan didn't even think about answering, and Cheng Hong had no choice but to speak: "Well, I just came back from the outside and saw it in the elevator. As a result, it was pulled over.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Xuan giving him a thumbs up.

Powerful, serious nonsense.

My aunt laughed even more happily when she heard that, and the action of picking vegetables with her hands was much faster. She broke a large piece of broccoli from the middle without using a kitchen knife, "That's such a coincidence, today is the birthday of Little Thrush , anyway, you are alone, let's live together!"

Cheng Lang and Jiang Xuan looked at each other again, as if this was the only way to go.

The little mantou was still on Jiang Xuan's body, his buttocks were sitting on one of his arms, and it was very stable no matter how he twisted it.Fearing that Cheng Hong would refuse, he patted Jiang Xuan on the head boldly and said to Cheng Hong, "Brother, let's celebrate my birthday with my brother, let's go together, let's go together..."

"Oh," Cheng Yan quickly interrupted him, "I didn't say no, but why are you in such a hurry?"

As a result, Xiao Mantou curled his mouth, rolled his eyes domineeringly, pointed at Jiang Xuan and said seriously: "My brother's birthday is my birthday."

He said the latter sentence in a very low voice, but the two people at the door could hear it very clearly.

"My brother's cake is my cake."

"..."

Cheng Lang suddenly thought that neither of them had eaten cake just now.

There are also cakes in the buffet, and there are many varieties, but at that time, one was busy eating and the other was busy serving, and no one thought of it.

There is no cake for a birthday.

Cheng Lang frowned, forgetting about this.

Just as he was about to raise his head to say something, he saw Jiang Xuan in front of him suddenly walk into the living room, Cheng Hong blinked and closed his mouth.

After dinner, Jiang Xuan didn’t stay at his aunt’s house as usual. He was indifferent but very firm in his decision. After he decided that even ten cows would not be able to come back, my aunt could only frown while looking at her watch. Still let Jiang Thrush go.

Fortunately, Cheng Lang suggested that he be sent back to the attached high school, so my aunt could feel relieved.

Anyway, this is not the first time, and she sees that the relationship between the two is not bad. Jiang Xuan talks more to people than her in one night, so why not worry about it, at most, he always troubles the neighbors, which is a bit embarrassing That's all.

The car on this side hadn't arrived at the attached middle school, and there was still some distance from that street, Jiang Xuan, the co-pilot, returned and took his gift from the back seat, and asked Cheng Hong to stop by the side, and wanted to stroll back by himself.

After hearing this, Cheng Lang was a little surprised: "It's almost here, I can send you directly to the door."

As a result, Jiang Xuan touched his stomach and said, "I ate a little too much today, I want to digest."

"..." A self-help meal, a dinner with Sister Conch, you finally know how full you are?

"That's fine," Cheng Hong tilted his head and smiled, "I'll take a walk with you."

"No, you can go back directly."

"It's okay." Cheng Hong also rubbed his belly, "I didn't eat less, I walked back with you and then walked back, or I just wash up and go to bed when I get home. I am getting old, and there are too many things in my stomach, so I tend to suffer from insomnia. "

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Eating too much will cause insomnia?"

"I can't eat too much," Cheng Yan looked at him, "it's difficult to turn over, I can wake up, and I can't fall back asleep after waking up."

Jiang Xuan looked at him for a while, "Tsk."

So Cheng Lang pulled over and parked the car, and the two of them went down for a walk.

Jiang Xuan made a rough estimate in his mind, the distance was not very far, it was about two and a half laps around the playground.

However, there are fewer people this time. After the cold wave arrived, the temperature dropped by more than a star and a half. Spring is about to begin, but the roads and streets are still withered. Even though it is already dark, Jiang Xuan can still feel the air at this time The dullness in it.It turns out that at some point, the warmth brought by the sun during the day has long since disappeared, and now it has begun to be cloudy.According to the weather forecast, the snow at night may be coming, it is said to be a blizzard, and it will be the next day.

It is estimated that tomorrow will be a day when the traffic is paralyzed and the people stay behind closed doors.

"Aren't you going out tomorrow?" Jiang Xuan asked nonchalantly.

"Huh? Not out, what's the matter?"

Cheng Lang looked at him, not long after he got out of the car, his face turned cold, and the tip of his nose was a little red.He had to try to shrink into the scarf, but in the low temperature, even the scarf was cold, so the warmth was minimal.

Jiang Xuan looked at him for a while, then looked away, "It's snowing at night, until tomorrow afternoon, don't go out."

Cheng Lang: "Yes."

"Also," Jiang Xuan took two steps and then turned to look at him. After a long time, he hesitated and stretched out his hand from his pocket, slowly moving it to Cheng Hong's right ear, pinching the pinna, "It still hurts." Doesn’t hurt? Don’t forget to apply chilblain ointment.”

Cheng Lang: "..."

If he hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have noticed his frostbitten ears.

But he quickly realized, "Well, I see."

Jiang Xuan didn't show any expression. After hearing the words, he looked away with peace of mind and continued to walk forward.

The street lights on the street are bright white, and you can pass one every few steps. This color is not as comfortable as warm yellow, especially in winter, it feels that the temperature is several degrees lower than normal. cold.

Anyway, it's awkward no matter how you look at it.

However, as he was walking, Jiang Xuan suddenly saw two unattractive shadows under his feet. They were about the same height and thinner, advancing side by side horizontally. As they passed by the street lights, they were longer and shorter, and their angles were even more downward. Changes in all directions.

For some reason, the more he looked, the more he couldn't take his eyes off it.

It seems that the cold lights are no longer cold.

It was at that moment that the mind calmed down.

Matter in the universe cannot be created or destroyed, they can only be transformed from one form to another.

Jiang Xuan could clearly feel that on his right hand was a birthday present, and on his left was Cheng Hong.

There was no traffic or passers-by around.The street lamps above the head pass through the dry branches, and the lights on the ground become fragmented. They look ordinary, but they have interesting rules. They are life and art.

Jiang Xuan suddenly forgot a lot of things, his mother, Jiang Jianguo, and his aunt's family.

Cheng Lang was walking with his head down, without thinking about anything, so he quietly walked back with Jiang Xuan.

It was hard to think of the coming blizzard, and just about to open his mouth to remind Jiang Xuan to keep warm and pay attention to his body, he saw the people beside him pause, and then turned around.

Cheng Lang stopped in his tracks and looked back.

"you……"

He didn't know what he was going to say, but seeing Jiang Xuan's expression, he opened his mouth subconsciously.

Then he realized that Jiang Xuan's expression was not quite right.

His eyes looked blank and blank, his mouth was slightly pursed, and his jaw was tensed.

He seemed to be in trouble suddenly, a little at a loss, he didn't say a word, trying to let Cheng Lang find the key through his eyes and rescue him.

Cheng Lang saw Jiang Xuan's lips move.

At the same moment, his eyes changed, sharp and clear, completely opposite from a few seconds ago.

"..." Cheng Lang raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

The next moment, the stern face of the person in front of him suddenly enlarged, and he leaned sideways towards him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight cool touch on the lips.

It's soft...and numb.

It's like the light on the screen suddenly lights up after the phone is connected to the charger.

This simple kiss is just between lightning and flint.

It was split with one touch, so fast that neither of the two could catch it.

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