famine

The next two weeks passed quickly, and the first semester of Jiang Xuan's third year of high school was busy like a war. The campus of the attached high school gradually became deserted, and the students had already gone home for the winter vacation.

Another heavy snowfall has arrived in the north. In the evening, it fell like goose feathers. After one night, when we went to the street, the snow on the street was very thick, and there was no time to clean it. Accidentally, an old man got into the bed, and his internal organs were all displaced.

So that day, after Xiao Mantou finished drawing the crayon drawing left by their kindergarten teacher with a sloppy look, he added another sentence at the bottom with a bitter face. Going over to look, the characters on the little steamed bun are crooked: big snowflakes have covered the earth with a quilt, and the seedlings of the motherland will not go.

There is also a triangle symbol before "not going", and a "go out" is added below it.

The seedlings of the motherland can't get out.

Jiang Xuan laughed when he saw it.

My aunt did not enroll him in other interest classes during the winter vacation this year. Apart from doing two-page math problems every day and tracing pen characters, there is only Taekwondo that I go to every weekend. Don’t look at the little steamed buns. He is very passionate about Taekwondo. Since it snowed outside and he couldn't go out, he basically looks forward to the weekend so that he can go out and have fun.Now the children are all growing upwards, as if they have been given hormones. The brat, Little Mantou, is much stronger than last year. It is growing horizontally and vertically. Now it has reached Jiang Xuan's chest, and Jiang Xuan has already embraced it. Don't move him.

After my aunt came home at noon, she made lunch for the two of them. After eating, Jiang Xuan said goodbye, saying that she was going home. In fact, after coming out of her aunt's house, she went directly to the opposite side, fingerprinted her and entered Cheng Hong's house.

Cheng Lang is still at work, and the house will be very quiet. When Jiang Xuan comes in from the outside, he always feels like he is trespassing on someone's house without permission.

He laughed twice, went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for himself - deliberately deducted two yuan from the cupboard that Cheng Hong bought, said to be more than 2000 pounds of tea, then walked slowly to the desk in the study and sat down.

"College Entrance Examination Simulation", "Spark English", "Reading and Writing Skills" and Wang Houxiong's full set of exam questions were selected one by one. Every time Jiang Xuan was doing something seriously, it was difficult to detect the movement around him, and he was completely immersed in it. In the set of questions in front of him, this may be the reason why he did not encounter any major difficulties in his studies.

When he belatedly noticed a change in the surrounding air, he was only stunned for a moment, then reacted, and looked up at the door of the study.

Cheng Lang leaned against the door and looked at him tenderly for an unknown how long.

"It's off work." Jiang Xuan frowned.

Cheng Lang didn't answer, but asked with a smile, "How about working hard?"

Jiang Xuan didn't speak, just laughed along.

This moment of tranquility always appears at some point, and both of them can clearly feel the inexplicable agitation in each other's and their own hearts when this atmosphere appears. It seems that the two of them are very close, but it is not enough, and they must be more intimate. In order to satisfy the uneasiness in my heart.

Yes, disturbed.

Even if no one mentions it, they always feel as if there is a monitor around them all the time, and someone is watching them silently. This person has a manipulator at hand, as long as they push it, the two of them will appear out of thin air The big stone was smashed to pieces.

This faint sense of danger came from nowhere, but both of them felt the danger, like a poisonous snake approaching, and it made a "rustling" sound wherever it passed, but they didn't know where it was Where, and when will it give a fatal blow.

But no one moved.

They already know each other so well, but they still feel that there is still a barrier in front of the other party, so that when they touch each other, what they touch first is not the skin, but the water film.

Jiang Xuan didn't know when Cheng Hong approached.I just felt a sudden heat on my forehead, and I was kissed by Cheng Hong.

The operating system in his mind went down with a "bang" like an overturned porcelain basin, and then suddenly the screen went black.

The touch and entanglement of fingertips and skin, the chair under him turned back and forth, Jiang Xuan gave a "tsk", pushed the distance, and then pulled him to the small sofa.

The breathing in his ear was heavy, he didn't know whether it was because he was out of breath or his blood was on his head, from his perspective, Cheng Hong's ears were all red.

Jiang Xuan touched his body and found that the cold air brought from the outside on his body had dissipated, and the hot breath he exhaled seemed to be as hot as his skin, and Jiang Xuan's fingertips were scalded red.

The atmosphere was good, but Jiang Xuan paused when he touched it, and his expression became a little ugly.

Realizing that the man was still, Cheng Hong opened his narrowed eyes slightly, gave him a slanted look, and then smiled with his lips curled up.

He stretched out his index finger to pick his chin, and said with a smile, "Did it crash?"

Jiang Xuan's face was dark and uncertain, he frowned slightly, his voice became very low, unwilling to admit: "No."

Cheng Lang's expression was calm, his long eyes were drawn deep, his crow-black eyelashes trembled, and he looked at him without blinking.

Jiang Xuan was taken aback by those eyes, straightened his neck impatiently and retracted his chin, then raised his hand to cover Cheng Hong's eyes, and said irritably, "Don't worry about it, I'll think about it."

Want to?

Cheng Hong suppressed a smile, thinking of teasing, Jiang Tuo covered most of his face with one hand, and also covered the flash of cunning on his face.

"Why don't you just leave it like this," he said in a serious tone, "you can continue to write the paper, and we will talk about it next time."

"..."

Jiang Xuan looked at his... lips, and it took a long time before he was discouraged: "Damn, why are you so annoying."

"It's not because I'm afraid you won't be able to remember...um."

Jiang Xuan stretched out his other hand to cover his mouth as well.

He let out a long sigh in his heart, and finally calmed down.

I think about it...

"!"

Jiang Xuan's eyes widened suddenly.

Cheng Lang's hands, which had been hanging by his sides, moved at some point. One of them was placed on the waist of his trousers, and he flexibly untied the string on the sweatpants, and the other hand slipped in.

"I...fuck..."

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, and Jiang Xuan's body suddenly twitched with a feeling like an electric shock in his back, and he only had time to express his feelings in the simplest two words.

Cheng Hong's dark eyes were deep, and he put it on for a long time before taking it back. At some point, Jiang Xuan was lying on top of him, so he put his stained hand on his back and held it still.

Cheng Lang tilted his head to one side, and Jiang Xuan's head was next to his cheek. I don't know if it was his hot breath or he just couldn't hold back his bite. Cheng Lang felt wet behind his ears.

He took several deep breaths and stayed silent with Jiang Xuan for nearly 5 minutes before suppressing the impulse in his heart.

His hand was touched suddenly, and Cheng Hong looked down, Jiang Xuan was still turned away, but he had already accurately touched the box of toilet paper on the table and handed it to him.

"Scrub."

His voice sounded quite embarrassing, I wonder if he himself is ashamed like this... Cheng Lang thinks he must be very ashamed, or else he refuses to turn over from him like a human body pendant down.

Cheng Yan chuckled twice, but didn't answer, but directly pulled out two pieces of paper from inside, pulled out his other hand from Jiang Xuan's arms, and wrapped it around his waist, wiped the paper randomly with both hands. Toss, throw it into the trash can accurately.

Jiang Xuan pouted and put the box back.

He had long forgotten where to put the hand that covered his face at the beginning, and now he gently clasped his shoulder, his fingertips were no longer white, and were stained with blood.

The room was very quiet, and Cheng Hong could hear his heartbeat that hadn't calmed down for a long time.

If he didn't know what was going on, he would have thought he was frightened, and the speed of the bang bang almost caught up with the drumming.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hong grinned even more happily.

After a long time, Jiang Xuan finally moved, but he still refused to look at him, and gestured to reach Cheng Hong with both hands: "I'll help you..."

"No need," Cheng Hong quickly grabbed him, describing it as very relaxed, but actually endured a little hard, "Think about it again, don't worry."

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

Who do you look down on?Who wouldn't?

Didn't I just want to... uh/fuck.

However, he really couldn't explain his complicated mood at this time, seeing Cheng Hong's sluggish appearance, his heart was itchy, but also quite distressed.

This man is so annoying.

Cheng Lang was pressed by him for a long time, and his bones ached a little. He wanted to push him away and stand up, but just as soon as he moved, he let out an "ah", his head froze, and said to Jiang Xuan: "You are pressing my hair. "

Jiang Xuan reflexively rolled over to the side, only to realize that the lock of hair on the back of Cheng Hong's head had unknowingly fallen apart, and was almost pressed by his own head, and the leather rope had gone nowhere.

Cheng Yan didn't pay much attention to it, and stood up directly to go to the living room to drink water, but Jiang Xuan kept rummaging in the crack of the sofa with a blushing face, but unfortunately he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

Frowning, he walked to the living room and looked at Cheng Hong who was drinking water with his head up, and unexpectedly saw the red string tied around his wrist.

This person, when something happens, he likes to think about it after making himself comfortable.

Jiang Xuan thought about the beautiful hand holding her just now...

Although the red string can be adjusted, Cheng Hong's wrist is very thin, and the hand holding the paintbrush is always very delicate, so the red string dangles, and the two threads hanging from the end also dangle...

Jiang Xuan suddenly raised his hand to cover his face.

Maybe it’s because I know that Chinese New Year is coming soon, my mother’s mental state is not very good these days, the people who are most often mentioned in her mouth are mentioned again and again, her temper has become very bad, and she just sits silently from time to time One day, no matter how persuasive he was, he didn't eat or drink, and made a fuss like a frightened bird.

One day after taking a shower, Jiang Xuan found that the floor drain was blocked, and he didn't bother to ask someone to fix it—my mother had better not meet strangers, so she opened the floor drain by herself, only to find that there was a big mess of hair inside.They were all dropped by my mother...or pulled down.

There is a bathtub at home, and Jiang Xuan was worried at first that she would cut her wrists or drown in it, but it turned out that she was completely overthinking, and the suicides that happened on TV would never happen to her.He couldn't figure out whether she wanted to die or not.

There was another time when he didn't lock the door at night and got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, only to see a dark figure sitting beside his bed. His mother turned around when she heard the movement, and insisted on calling Jiang Jianguo.

At that time, Jiang Xuan didn't feel sleepy at all, and even his face turned blue.

It's funny to say, but only when Jiang Xuan experienced it himself did he feel scared.

It is also because of this reason that he no longer dares to stay outside for too long, and the time spent at home every day has skyrocketed. When the Chinese New Year is approaching, he basically never leaves the house. he.

Cheng Lang guessed something, but didn't ask anything, just talked with him on the phone for a while as usual, and planned to go to bed early, and get up early the next day to go back.

Cheng Lang's holiday this year is really late, a year's work has come to an end in a hurry, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve, he just rushed back to celebrate the New Year, so he came back first.

In fact, not only Cheng Hong, but even Jiang Xuan thought that this year's Chinese New Year would be the same as previous years. Perhaps the only difference was that this was his first year at home after high school. My mother's only expectation for the Chinese New Year was Jiang Jianguo, so On the days when there are many bright lights and family reunions, their house is also as plain as water, which is a very ordinary day in a year.

On this day, you don’t need to get up early, buy New Year’s goods several days in advance, watch the Spring Festival Gala on TV, or stay up late to watch the New Year.

It is no different from the other 360 four days in the 360 ​​five days, and it is just a number on the calendar.

But he didn't wake up as usual.

Since he was coming back in the third year of junior high school, Cheng Lang didn't bring much with him. He didn't even take a suitcase. He only carried a backpack, stuffed two sets of clothes into it, and went downstairs.

The weather was bad today, and it began to snow outside early in the morning. The snow in the community finally melted away, but it didn't even last three days before it was covered again.

Cheng Lang stepped out of the elevator, and shivered inexplicably the first second he entered the underground parking lot.

Immediately afterwards, before he had time to react, as if he had made an agreement, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate crazily.

The phone's own ringtone rang in the empty and dull parking lot. The soft voice sounded inexplicably sharp and harsh, like a sudden alarm bell.

At that moment, Cheng Lang felt a little uneasy.

He stopped and took out his phone from his pocket.

What flashed on the screen was not "Jiang Xiaoniao", because he changed it to "Little Cute" not long ago.

Little cutie called me so early?

Cheng Lang glanced at the time, it was just 05:30.

too early.

He frowned and answered the phone.

"Cheng Lang!!!"

Hearing this almost hoarse cry of collapse, Cheng Lang's pupils shrank suddenly, and the phone almost fell to the ground without holding it.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if I can send it out, I’ll change it if it gets locked... I obviously didn’t write anything T_t