famine

The time has entered January, and the temperature is much lower than in December. Many places in the north have broken below zero. After a few snowfalls, a layer of ice has formed on the road, and the places that have been run over by people and motor vehicles have become dirty. Unbearable, snowdrifts mixed with black mud can be seen everywhere at street corners and intersections, and the thick pure white snow has long since disappeared. Old men and women have to tilt their feet from time to time when they walk on the street, or the soles of their feet slippery, and they almost missed the scene several times. The acting old man got under the covers, looking very mysterious, and the young people around him had to walk around for fear of being blackmailed.

Cheng Lang went to discuss a new project with his partner this morning, and was left behind for dinner at noon. There was a lot of talk in the scene. When he came out of the company, it was past two o'clock, and all the terms of the contract were negotiated. This trip was not in vain. Come.

Driving out of the parking lot in a Cayenne, Cheng Lang drove back to the company. He still had to go to work in the afternoon. The brats in the office didn’t know if they were working hard. How were Daming and Xiangxiang’s progress? Whether the design project in Haishou can be completed by himself or not, do you need to ask...

While driving, Cheng Lang was thinking aimlessly, thinking about two things at once. The car turned at the intersection and entered another main road. There were buildings on both sides of the road, and there were not so many miscellaneous shops. There is a hole in the corner, and there is an Internet cafe...

Just thinking about this in his heart, when Cayenne passed by that intersection, Cheng Wang subconsciously took a look in, the first thing he saw was a sign protruding far away that said Internet cafe, and there was a person standing at the entrance of the Internet cafe, no, it should be He was passing by. This person had quite long legs. He walked past the entrance of the Internet cafe in a few steps, and then continued walking.

Cheng Lang still remembered the big steamed bun he met here.

Big Mantou was hiding in the door at that time...

His eyes moved back to the figure that was fading away.

Big steamed buns.

It was too late and then too fast, Cheng Hong was dazed for a while, and the Cayenne had almost passed the intersection, and the figure had been blocked by the wall on his shoulders, and Cheng Hong turned the steering wheel suddenly. The car, the tires made a short and piercing "squeak" sound. The Cayenne, which was as calm as a gentleman, made a sharp turn at the intersection. Already adjusted.

Cheng Hong's heart was still pounding when he lightly stepped on the accelerator and drove inward.

Not knowing what was going on, Cheng Yan just took a look and found that the man was a big steamed bun, and he was keenly aware of something wrong with his state just from a back view, and walked forward unsteadily, with his head deeply buried , the back is decadent and lonely.Like...like being stimulated by something.

Although it is a bit inappropriate to say so, Cheng Lang's first reaction was to turn the steering wheel. Fortunately, his sanity was still there. After the "squeak", the Cayenne returned to calm and drove slowly on the road without attracting many people's attention.

Cheng Lang always kept a distance of about five steps away from the big steamed bun, and Cayenne quietly followed the young man exuding a gloomy aura by the side of the road, causing curious looks from three or two passers-by.

Cheng Lang looked at Da Mantou's back, slightly pursed his lips, and gradually tightened his brows.

This person is absent-minded and doesn't know what he is thinking.His hands were always hidden in the sleeves of the school uniform, and only when the cold wind blew over did the fabric of the school uniform outline his stretched arms, and when he looked down, Cheng Lang realized that he was clenched into fists.

He buried his head deeply, Cheng Lang couldn't see his expression.

This is the second time Cheng Lang has seen Jiang Xuan wearing a school uniform.

It's quite ugly in a school uniform, but this kid looks quite classy in it.

The handsome cool guy.

Cayenne separates the two of them in two spaces, inside and outside the car, there is still a distance, but Cheng Lang can feel his unbearable depression.

The foot on the accelerator loosened, Cayenne speeded up instantly, and within two seconds, Cheng Hong was level with Jiang Xuan.

When the window was slowly lowered, the people outside finally noticed the movement around them and turned their heads slowly.

Huh.

Whoo hoo hoo hoo.

Cried?Cheng Lang murmured in his heart.

He held back all the words he was about to say hello to, but Cheng Lang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a long time.

The left hand subconsciously rests on the clasp, moves it down, touches the raised button, presses lightly, and the door unlocks.

The expression of the people outside the car moved, and they frowned slightly, with a somewhat dazed expression.

Cheng Lang: "Come up and sit for a while?"

Jiang Xuan opened his mouth slightly, his expression became unbelievable, and after a while he returned to being numb, staring straight at him, gloomy and numb.

Cheng Lang was so stared at that his spine felt chills, and he raised his hand to touch his nose. Now that he thinks about it, he finds that he is a bit inexplicable. If others suddenly make such a move on him, he must think this person is stupid.

At this moment, his mind was spinning rapidly, and Cheng Lang wanted to say something to make it less embarrassing.

But before he could figure it out, the car door slammed suddenly, and then slammed again.

When he looked up again, Big Mantou was already sitting firmly on the co-pilot.

"..."

Cheng Lang stared blankly at Jiang Xuan, until he put on his seat belt and leaned back on the back of the chair, he still hadn't quite reacted.

Are all Xueba playing cards so unreasonably?

"Drive." Jiang Xuan said suddenly.

Cheng Lang: "...where are you going?"

Jiang Xuan was silent for a while: "Let's attach the middle school."

Cayenne turned around before the intersection, drove to the opposite lane, and returned to the main road before Cheng Lang turned in a few minutes later.

Cheng Lang was still in a daze at first, and subconsciously manipulated the steering wheel to drive towards the attached middle school. He obviously went to the attached middle school twice, once to see Jiang Xuan and once to find Lu Yanlin. a flat map.

Turn in at this intersection, turn right at the third intersection, drive straight ahead for two kilometers after exiting the ramp, and you will arrive at Fuzhong.

The attached middle school is on the left side of the road, the most impressive one is.

Here, Cheng Yan was still pondering in his heart, and the cool brother next to him spoke again, but this time his voice was a little softer than before, giving Cheng Hong the feeling that he just froze his mouth outside, and now it’s warmer. It has melted, but there are still some ice residues hanging on it.

Jiang Xuan said coldly: "My name is Jiang Xuan."

"..."

It took Cheng Lang two seconds to realize that he was introducing himself.

He was stunned for a while, then asked casually, "Which one? East, south, east, north and west?"

"No," Jiang Xuan turned his head to look at him, and his eyes fell on his hands on the steering wheel, and did not move. "It's the east, south, west, north and east plus the right half of the chicken."

East, southeast, northwest, east plus chicken...

"No..." Cheng Hong couldn't hold back his joy, his shoulders kept shaking, "Did you just say that Xiaoniao is terrible?"

Jiang Xuan pursed his lips.

Cheng Lang laughed until his stomach ached. If he hadn't had to drive, he would have slid down the chair at this moment. He raised his hand to wipe off the water from the corner of his eyes, and glanced at Jiang Xuan from the side of the rearview mirror. It had softened quite a bit just now, her eyes were not so red, and there was still a faint smile hidden. Cheng Lang felt relieved for some reason, and asked, "Why is it called such a name? Thrush?"

Jiang Thong: "Just flip through the dictionary."

"That's too casual," Cheng Yan was a little surprised, "Then what if you turn a bird into a chicken?"

Jiang bird?Chiang... poof.

Cheng Lang started laughing again.

"What about you?" Jiang Xuan didn't change his face, the hand on his knee unconsciously rubbed the fabric on his leg, "Your name is Cheng..."

Cheng Lang coughed lightly, turned serious, and his voice was very clear: "Hi, my name is Cheng Lang, Huo Lianglang, which means bright."

Holding "Cheng Da" back, Jiang Xuan choked for a moment, turned his head to look at him quickly, opened his mouth to say something anxiously, but finally closed his mouth.

Isn't your name Cheng Da?

Cheng Lang noticed that his face was a little strangely red, and looked at him with some puzzlement.

It took a long time for Jiang Xuan to say: "...Is it a traditional Chinese character? Minglang, Tonglang?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "That's what it means."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xuan seemed to be interested, his eyes lit up, and asked: "Why use this word, can't we use ordinary ones? Anyway, they are called the same, and the meaning is similar."

"It's not the same," Cheng Yan now believed that he was a top student. He hadn't felt this kind of feeling of being questioned for a long time. The font is cursive, so the word must be block letters, it looks very abrupt."

The more Cheng Hong talked about it, the more boring he felt, because he didn't know why his father gave him this word. When he was a child, many children recognized this word only after they knew him, and no one asked him why he was called this name, so he now I don't know how to explain it to Jiang Xuan.

He simply stopped the topic and went back: "What about you, why are you called Jiang Xiaoniao?"

Jiang Xiaoniao?Kinda cute.With the expression of cool brother...

He confirmed it again: "Thrush is a kind of bird, right?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Hong felt as if someone was staring at him coldly. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Jiang Xuan, but he saw that the man was looking down at him with his eyes on his nose, his nose, his nose and his heart. look like.

"It's a bird," Jiang Xuan said indifferently, "the kind that can fly, and it sounds very nice."

Cheng Lang: "..." Does it sound particularly nice?

"It turns out that it is like this. It seems that your parents have great expectations of you, hoping that your child will become a dragon...something."

Jiang Xuan spoke suddenly, his tone was very blunt: "No, it has nothing to do with this."

He looked a little strange, as if he had returned to the way he was not long ago. Cheng Lang was a little dazed in the face of his suddenly sullen expression. He didn't know what was wrong, so he just followed his words and asked: "That's... .”

"My... Dad," Jiang Xuan was silent for a while, his expression became weirder, and he said with difficulty, "He likes birds, he likes to raise birds, and my mother likes it too. She likes to walk the birds in a cage."

For some reason, although it was a very common sentence, Cheng Hao always felt that what he wanted to express was far more than that. He frowned and was about to ask, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the gate of the attached high school from a distance. Then he closed his mouth, smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and said nothing more.

Cayenne drove to the gate of the attached middle school. It was time for class now, and the gate of the school was very clean. The guard still poked his head out and stared at the car. He didn't shrink back until he saw Jiang Xuan, who was wearing a school uniform, getting out of the car.

Jiang Xuan was also very neat when he got off the car. He just said "Let's go" and didn't say another word. He had already returned to his usual tall and cold brother's appearance, walking lazily and lightly, and swayed into the campus very rustlingly.

Cheng Lang stared until Jiang Xuan's figure disappeared from sight, and then looked away.

The afternoon sun in winter did not make people feel warm, but it still turned the road surface into a light yellow color, and the Cayenne slid out smoothly and slowly.