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Jian Mingche shouted: "Be careful! Are you burning?" She walked over as if wanting to check his hands, but for a moment she couldn't bear to put down the photo frame in her hands, so she just stood by and looked at him.

Jian Mingcheng couldn't stop beating the snare drum in his heart, but his voice was as nonchalant as possible. While washing his hands under the faucet, he said, "It's okay, I just spilled a little." He asked again, "I haven't touched the sketch for a long time, the drawing is not good, do you like it?"

Jian Mingche touched the sketched portrait embedded in the photo frame, and said, "You also know that you can't draw well. If I wasn't a fan of Gu Enzhong, I wouldn't even know you were drawing him. But—— " Speaking of this, she became alert for a moment, stared at him and asked, "You don't want to use this instead of red envelopes, do you?"

Jian Mingcheng raised his wet hand to poke her, and said with a slight smile, "I haven't picked that much yet! The red envelope is in my coat, go and get it yourself." He lifted his chin towards the living room, and Jian Mingche ran away with a photo frame in his hands while smiling. Going out, he took out a palm-sized red envelope from his coat pocket on the sofa.

She opened the red envelope and counted the red notes inside, and couldn't help but burst into joy: "I knew you were the best for me—"

As soon as Jian Mingcheng came out, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on him like a large animal.Jian Mingcheng was still holding the plate in his hand, so he laughed and scolded her to be careful not to spill the food, so she had no choice but to let him go, and started taking pictures with her mobile phone, ready to show off her red envelopes.

At this moment, Jian Mingcheng's cell phone rang suddenly, he hadn't recovered from the shock just now, he was so frightened that he almost ran to pick up the phone, avoiding Jian Mingcheng Che hurried to the balcony.

Seeing the name on the caller ID, he took a deep breath, feeling his hands shaking while holding the phone.Then he lightly pressed the answer button and carefully moved the phone to his ear.

"Hey?"

The person on the other end of the phone said, "It's me."

Jian Mingcheng nodded, and then softly agreed: "Yeah." He looked back at Jian Mingche who was still sitting on the sofa and pressed his phone, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'm at home now. Xiao Che is also here. .”

Gu Enzhong also said "hmm", and then he seemed to say casually: "I heard that you often go to Free these days, how is it, are you having a good time?"

Jian Mingcheng said: "Anyway, it's not easy to fall now."

"That's really a pity." Gu En said with a heavy sigh.

Jian Mingcheng asked him with a smile: "What are you sorry for? Do I deserve to be so unstable that I can show people a joke?"

Gu En smiled lightly and said: "I just feel that there is no chance...to catch you when you can't stop, so it's a pity."

Jian Mingcheng blushed unknowingly when he remembered the scene when he jumped into Gu Enzhong's arms screaming at the first time on the roller skating rink.Thinking about it now, that was a shame.

He changed his posture, leaning his back against the railing of the balcony, and saw that Jian Mingche in the room had already moved his chopsticks without waiting for him.Seeing him looking over, she deliberately put down her chopsticks to make a face for him, and then continued to immerse herself in the rich dishes on the table.Listening to Gu En's heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, he said, "Actually, my skills are still poor, so...you still have a lot to teach."

"Then what do you think...my technique—how much better than yours?"

There is no ambiguity in this sentence itself, but the strange thing is that when Gu Enzhong said it, his tone was so charming that Jian Mingcheng thought it was wrong all of a sudden.Gu Enzhong did it on purpose, as he thought so, his heart beat rapidly.Sure enough, he was an old monster. Compared with him, his skills were really not good enough.

He turned around and switched the phone to the other side, trying to make his tone not so dreamy, and said, "That's not the point, the point is that you always seem to have no time..."

"There is leisure, it depends on whether you are willing to be my student."

"It seems that I'm the real teacher," Jian Mingcheng said with a smile, "Student Gu, do you think so?"

Gu Enzhong didn't mess around with him anymore, he just smiled and said, "Gu Zhao is here, and I promise to take him to Harbin tomorrow."

Jian Mingcheng gave a soft "hmm", while thinking in his heart, there are still more than two hours, and this year will pass.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?"

Jian Mingcheng looked back at Jian Mingche in the room, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your call then."

After hanging up the phone and entering the room, Jian Mingche casually asked him, "Who is it?"

"A friend," he replied casually.

Jian Mingche raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't quite believe it, and asked one more question: "Male or female?"

Jian Mingcheng sat down on the stool, sighed, and while filling her bowl with vegetables, he said helplessly, "You're still questioning me now."

"Aren't I worried for you?" She didn't care, and muttered, "If you weren't my brother, I wouldn't bother to worry about it."

"Now you don't let me worry about it, I'm thankful, how dare you bother me about my affairs?"

Jian Mingche knew what he was referring to, so he stopped making fun of himself.While picking up the bowl of planing rice, he turned his attention to the dishes on the table.

After the New Year's Eve dinner for the two of them, Jian Mingche turned on her brother's computer and nestled on his bed to watch the Spring Festival Gala.After Jian Mingcheng packed up the tableware and walked in, she saw her lying on the bed with her legs crossed, wearing earphones, and the computer was resting on her belly by her legs.Seeing him walk in, she pulled off her earphones, yawned and said to him, "The Spring Festival Gala is as boring as ever, I'm sleepy watching it."

"Know it's boring and still watch it? Then go to bed early, don't you still have a part-time job tomorrow?"

Jian Mingche sat up, put the computer on the bedside table, but said, "But I don't want to sleep yet," she looked at Jian Mingcheng, and said, "Brother, let's chat."

Jian Mingcheng didn't say anything, just walked over to dim the light at the head of the bed, and then went to bed and lay on the side.

Jian Mingche lay down neatly, staring at the ceiling, as if talking to himself, said: "Brother, it seems like we haven't slept in the same bed for a long time."

Jian Mingcheng smiled at her and said, "Of course, you are a big girl."

Jian Mingche deliberately elongated her voice exaggeratedly to express her dissatisfaction: "Hmph——I'm not happy."

Age is a wonderful thing. It stipulates what you should do and what you should not do, but never pretend to be someone else.

As she spoke, she turned sideways and hugged Jian Mingcheng like a caterpillar.Jian Mingcheng was a little dazed at the beginning, the two brothers and sisters hadn't had such an intimate act with each other for a long time, coupled with the recent unpleasant things happened one by one, they were not ready yet.

Jian Mingche hummed next to him and said, "Brother, it would be great if we could never grow up. Why grow up? There is no benefit."

Jian Mingcheng patted her on the back, but did not speak.Maybe it’s because of the special atmosphere in the air at this special moment—sad and warm, boiling but cold, bright and ambiguous, making people unable to help but want to release the long-logged emotions and urgently want to leave something behind .Affected by this, Jian Mingche kept babbling, babbling, and he didn't know what he was talking about, but he didn't want to stop for a moment, and he didn't want to be silent for a second.

"What's the point? Actually, it's not interesting. It's the same every year. After [-], it will be [-]. After [-], it will be [-]. Wait until February." [-] has passed, and there is another [-]. When [-] is gone...there will never be an end...and then one day, we will all be gone. After we are all gone, we will also There are still people one by one, repeating such days day after day..."

Jian Mingche raised his head slightly and asked him, "Why don't you speak?"

"What do you want me to say?" Jian Mingcheng just asked.

"You can say whatever you want." She was a little dissatisfied, "I can't just say it by myself."

"Hmm..." He thought about it, and finally said softly, "We don't care so much, as long as you are happy, we will be happy."

"how about you?"

"me too."

"OK then."

"..."

As the fireworks began to blare over the city, this year has just passed.

On a rare day, Jian Mingche got up earlier than him, and when Jian Mingcheng woke up, the little girl had disappeared.He stared at the ceiling in a daze with his eyes wide open, always feeling that his mind was filled with something, but it felt empty and unreliable.After letting his thoughts go for a while, he suddenly sat up from the bed, thinking about what day it is today.

After unhurriedly packing his luggage, Gu Enzhong's car appeared downstairs in the apartment building. Although the two of them hadn't discussed anything before, it was a coincidence that he came.Jian Mingcheng thought so, but it was not until he came downstairs and opened the door that he realized that the person driving was not Gu Enzhong.

Yuan Chen looked at him through the top of the sunglasses, straddled half of the passenger seat and stretched out his hand to him, introducing himself, "Hello, Yuan Chen."

Jian Mingcheng was quite calm, he shook her hand lightly and said, "Hello, Jian Mingcheng."

At this time, Yuan Chen took off his sunglasses, smiled easily, and said, "I know. Get in the car. Gu Enzhong still has some things to deal with. Let's go to the airport first."

What was it that prevented Gu Enzhong from coming to pick him up?Jian Mingcheng didn't ask, so Yuan Chen naturally didn't say anything.The two of them had nothing to say during the drive to the airport, and Yuan Chen only started to chat with him when he was waiting in the first-class lounge.

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