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Mo Qingxian didn't know where the strength came from, and grabbed the quilt and hugged her tightly: "No, you can go to sleep, it's warmer if you sleep together."

"Don't make trouble, you're still sick." Meng Yuannian reached out to snatch the quilt, but met Mo Qingxian's pleading eyes, his face was full of tears and a little sickly red.To Mo Qingxian like this, he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"A Yuan, A Yuan..." Mo Qingxian looked at Meng Yuannian sadly. He knew that it was embarrassing for a man to cry all the time, but facing Meng Yuannian, those tears could not be stopped.

"Understood." Meng Yuannian took off his coat two or three times and quickly got into Mo Qingxian's bed, put another quilt on his feet and lay next to Mo Qingxian, "tuck the quilt tightly, don't let the wind in .”

Mo Qingxian stretched out his arms to wrap around Meng Yuannian's waist, pressed against his chest tightly and said in a muffled voice, "It won't be cold if you sleep closer."

Meng Yuannian passed under Mo Qingxian's head with one hand, wrapped his arm around his back, and patted him gently: "Okay, go to sleep."

"A Yuan, if we return to Beijing alive, I will definitely sworn brotherhood with you, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."

"It's so old, I'm still thinking about this."

"I'm serious."

"I didn't say anything serious." Meng Yuannian lay on his side on the edge of the bed, rubbing his chin against Mo Qingxian's head as if he had found some interesting toy.

"A Yuan, how old are you this year?"

"After the Dragon Boat Festival, it will be fifteen."

"What!?" Mo Qingxian excitedly pushed Meng Yuannian away, almost pushing Meng Yuannian under the bed.Meng Yuannian reflexively grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and Mo Qingxian with the other, and looked at Mo Qingxian helplessly in mid-air: "I'd better make the floor."

"Don't, don't! I didn't mean it." Mo Qingxian pulled Meng Yuannian around his waist and looked up at him slightly, "You look obviously more than 15 years old, I am sixteen this year, how could I not You are tall."

"Family inheritance, I inherited it from my father, and you, it seems that it is inherited from your mother?" Meng Yuannian, who was rarely relaxed, joked to Mo Qingxian. Under the dim light and shadow, his face became more and more beautiful.

"I didn't expect you to be younger than me." Depressed, Mo Qingxian rubbed his head against Meng Yuannian's chest, rubbing back and forth like a puppy, muttering and complaining in a low voice: "It's so unfair! I'm so angry Man! Then why do you still tell others that he is my brother?"

"The problem is that you are my brother, but no one believes it. What can I do?" Meng Yuannian laughed narrowly. His laughter had a cold feeling that is unique to winter, and it was so clear that people could see it The joy is abnormal.Mo Qingxian leaned against his armpit, feeling the slight tremor of his chest, he unconsciously hugged Meng Yuannian's waist tightly.Such a slender waist seemed to be broken with a little force. He buried his head in Meng Yuannian's chest, preventing Meng Yuannian from seeing his tearful eyes.

The kerosene lamp shone with a faint light the size of a bean sprout on the wooden table beside it, and cast a light halo in the small room. The swaying of the flame carried the breath of the New Year in [-] and the germination of the cold spring wind, Gently brushed the tender heart of the young man.