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Cheng Lang first heard low footsteps approaching, and after a while, he saw a figure approaching from the corner of his eye. He didn't take his eyes off the phone. He thought it was just an old neighbor passing by, but he didn't expect this person to stand Not only that, but he squatted down very neatly, shoulder to shoulder with him, facing the same direction.

Cheng Lang turned his head to look, and was a little surprised when he found that it was Jiang Xuan.

"How did you get out?"

Jiang Xuan didn't look at him, but just looked at his own shadow on the side of the road, and couldn't hear any emotion when he spoke: "It's hot in the room, come out to get some air, don't you?"

Cheng Lang laughed twice, put the phone back, put his hands in his pockets and said, "My legs are numb from squatting, I'll go back first."

"Squat for a while longer," Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand to hold his arm to prevent him from getting up, "You have to leave as soon as I come here, you are too indifferent, little brother."

Cheng Lang didn't struggle, and smiled even more happily with the corners of his mouth curled up. He changed his position and continued to squat with him.

The two of them didn't say anything, they just looked at Malu silently for a while, then Cheng Hong heard Jiang Xuan say suddenly: "Your birthday present, I'll give it to you on your birthday."

Cheng Lang gave an "ah" in doubt, and turned to look at him: "Is there a birthday present?"

"Why not? Isn't it your birthday? You're 27 years old."

"It's actually not that troublesome..."

Jiang Thrush: "No."

He turned his head to look at him, pursed his lips, and after a while he replied with some dejection: "It's just that I haven't figured out what to give you, I'll think about it again. But you must have a birthday present."

"Why do I have to have it?"

Jiang Xuan looked at him indifferently: "Other people have children, so our old children must have them too."

"..." Cheng Hong was speechless, and it took a long time before he sighed, and asked a little hypocritically: "Tell me the truth, do you dislike me for being old?"

Jiang Xuan was surprised: "Why do you think that? I just said it, but I didn't think..."

"I'm 27, you're eighteen." Cheng Lang suddenly became sentimental. In fact, he also knew that this was nothing to do, so he didn't need to think about it so much, but today he didn't know why, but he felt like he was holding a few big rocks , especially uncomfortable, and maybe as the owner of today's birthday, it is inevitable that I will think about some things that I don't usually think about.

Cheng Lang looked away from Jiang Xuan's face, landed on the bluestone slab under his feet, frowned and said, "I'm almost ten years older than you, I'm so wronged, in case you despise me one day , where should I go to reason?"

"No," Jiang Xuan looked at his expression, a little puzzled, and chuckled for a while, "Is there any deviation in your perception of yourself?"

When he said this, his hands were itchy suddenly, and he wanted to squeeze Cheng Hong's face.

And he did so, because the next moment Cheng Hong felt a pain in the side of his face, and a pain that pulled towards Jiang Xuan made him unconsciously tilt to the same side, and almost fell directly on Jiang Xuan without squatting. .

"Hey, what are you doing?" Cheng Hong yelled.

"Let me see if you are awake," Jiang Xuan said with a smile, but the next words were very sincere, "Don't think so much, you can talk so far. Besides, I am so handsome and so awesome , who else is worthy of me but you?"

"..."

Cheng Lang's seldom sensitive mind was completely wiped out after seeing Jiang Xuan's serious face but saying something out of tune.

He was speechless for a while, and finally he relaxed, and laughed along with Jiang Xuan.

I don't know if it's really that funny, maybe it's because he suddenly realized that he was on the edge of his own horn, and he didn't have to think about those things that were meaningful or not. Anyway, when he saw Jiang Xuan smiling easily, he couldn't help laughing along with him.

The road in the alley is very narrow, and his Cayenne is parked not far from the street lights. It is getting late now, and people occasionally pass by at the entrance of the alley. Every household in the alley has closed their doors. Cheng Hong has been squatting here for more than ten minutes. I didn't see how many people came out.

Not long after the two of them smiled at each other, their voices gradually stopped.

The surroundings were quiet, and the street lamps overhead cast the shadows of the two side by side onto the ground in front of them. Occasionally, a movement could be caught by the shadows and reflected in front of their eyes.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they both thought of another street lamp.

It's just that the street lights on the street in the attached middle school are cool white, and the street lights in front of Cheng Lang's house are warm yellow.

One kind shines on people to increase the coldness, and the other kind seems to surround people in warm candlelight.

It is meaningless to mention who gets closer to whom first.

It's just that when the soft touch touched, both of them shuddered at the same time.

Cheng Lang's kiss is dry and restrained, while Jiang Xuan's kiss is passionate and hot.

The former originally wanted to break up at the first touch, but the latter seemed dissatisfied. Sensing the lips that were about to leave, he stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Cheng Hong's head, pressing him back lightly.

Cheng Lang was caught off guard, and opened his mouth subconsciously, but the "ah" disappeared as his teeth hit Jiang Xuan's lips. Cheng Lang heard him snort, but did not let go, and rushed in directly.

"..."

Cheng Lang almost sat down on the ground.

The next morning the two got up very early, because Jiang Xuan only had two days off and was going back to make up lessons this morning. In order to spend more time with the two old people, they had to rush back temporarily.

Fortunately, there is plenty of work and rest time during make-up classes in the third year of high school. As long as you get up early, miss the peak of the expressway, and rush back to the city from the countryside, it won't take long.

Compared to Cheng Hong and Jiang Xuan, Xiao Mantou should be the one who is most reluctant to leave.

At that time, he was standing at the door of his house, holding the old man and the old lady with both hands, with the entanglement on his face, he thought he was worrying about which one was better between Qingbei and Qingbei.

Little Mantou wrinkled his facial features together, raised his head and said to the old man with a grin, "Grandpa, I don't want to go."

Then he turned around and said to the old lady, "Grandma, I don't want to go."

Jiang Xuan laughed for a long time, with his arms folded on the car door, "Then you stay, I'll go back and tell your mother."

The old man also smiled, and patted the little steamed bun's head, "Stay here, welcome!"

Cheng Lang: "No, I don't need to go to school, I don't need to be beaten, and I can still eat delicious food and drink spicy food. If I were me, I would stay too."

Little Mantou was crying, and it was rare for him to be rational. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone and said: "No, if I dare to keep my mother, I will dare to fly over and grab me back..."

The old lady was not in a good mood today, but she was also amused by the little steamed bun, and her sleepy expression faded a lot, "Then you can wait until the winter vacation to come and play, and make a menu first for what you want to eat. Let you eat enough."

Cheng Lang noticed her expression, bent down worriedly and said to her with concern: "You don't look very energetic today, is it uncomfortable?"

The old lady was stunned for a moment, her eyes dodged a bit: "No, it's okay, maybe I'm a little tired, I won't be able to rest as soon as you come back, I'm always afraid that you will be hungry and tired, and you will have a dream this night, and the older ones will take a bath for a while The little one wants to eat, I'm too busy."

Cheng Yan took a look at Jiang Xuan, and then said angrily, "I told us to help you, but you insisted. It's all right now, isn't it uncomfortable?"

He pointed to the room, and added: "Remember to use that massage chair, don't worry about it, it doesn't waste electricity, if you forget how to use it, just call me?"

"Oh, yes, yes," the old man nodded frequently, with an unbearable expression on his face, "Let's go, let's go, young people are more nagging than us, who can stand you."

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows.

The three of them were reluctant to part... No, Xiao Mantou reluctantly climbed onto the rear seat with hands and feet, waved at the old man, and was about to cry: "Grandpa, grandma, I'm leaving. I'm really leaving."

Taking advantage of Cheng Hong's time to fasten his seat belt, Jiang Xuan reached over and closed the rear window.

Little Mantou twisted his head: "Brother, what are you doing! I have to say goodbye to my grandparents!"

"It's not like you're not coming anymore," Jiang Xuan rolled his eyes, "It's like parting from life and death, does your mother know that you are so annoying?"

Xiao Mantou looked away angrily, sat back and sulked.

The car started, and the figures of the two old men became smaller and smaller from the rearview mirror. Finally, the car turned a corner and entered the street, and the two figures were no longer visible.

Only then did Jiang Xuan have the time to say to Cheng Lang: "Grandma looks very uncomfortable, is she sick?"

"No." Cheng Yan was also thinking about this matter, frowning for a while, "The old lady is in better health than the old man, maybe she just didn't sleep well."

"...Um."

Jiang Xuan nodded, accepting the answer.Then he turned his head to look at Cheng Lang, his gaze wandered, and finally landed on the corner of his mouth.

While driving the car, Cheng Lang saw out of the corner of his eye the person in the co-pilot raised his hand and touched his lips.

He felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Cheng Hong opened his mouth without embarrassment after a long time.

Touching the scabbed wound on the corner of his lips, Jiang Xuan didn't nod or shake his head, and laughed twice, "Do you still have tiger teeth?"

Cheng Lang said in his heart that you still have to be shameless.

"...You owe it to me."

Jiang Xuan tilted his head and smiled, and his thoughtful eyes fell on Cheng Hong's lips again, implying: "It's not so swollen, and it's recovering well..."

Cheng Lang had no choice but to look at the little steamed bun in the back seat who was still sulking, and said to Jiang Xuan: "Please, don't say a few words, this is still underage."

Jiang Xuan laughed for a long time.

Because Jiang Xuan went to the countryside with his schoolbag at the beginning, so he went straight to the attached middle school when he arrived in the city. Cheng Lang left him at the school gate, and then returned to Lanqiao with Xiaomantou.

After handing the little mantou to Sister Conch, she declined the latter's proposal to invite him to be a guest at home, and went home directly.

The home that had been vacant for only two days was no longer popular. Cheng Yan opened the windows, water and electricity that had been closed before going out, and the robot vacuum began to operate. He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Water heaters were also installed in the countryside, but it was too cold. Fortunately, he didn't stay for long, so he endured it and passed.

Now that the warm water was pouring down from the top of his head, he was so comfortable that he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

The only awkward thing may be the inexplicable weird feeling when the water flows over the lips.

Cheng Lang stretched out his hand to press on the lips, it felt quite soft, and there was no swollen place that could be felt.

The water vapor was dense and gradually rose in the small space, dyeing his fair cheeks with a layer of pink, so that his lips became more colorful, and the original soft lines became more beautiful.

Cheng Hong unconsciously heard the subtle feeling when his lips touched.

- It doesn't feel bad.

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