river bank, river bank

Until now, Bai San thinks that Jiang An is a gentle person who respects the old and loves the young.Sometimes it's scary, but it's also in work mode, which is normal.

He took a small step cautiously, and then another small step, and he can cook porridge, anyway, it can't be more terrifying than the green pepper monster.

In the next second, Jiang An once again pinched the back of his neck mercilessly, controlling the gate of life.

Say yes to respect the old and love the young...

Bai San tilted his neck and almost bit his tongue, let out a muffled nasal sound, raised his head, in the light, the fine hairs on his cheeks and the mist in his eyes were clearly visible.

He lay on the river bank with faintly protruding blue veins, full of strength, like a hand that easily lifted a salted fish, his whole body was concentrated in one place, trembling, and said weakly: "I'll wait for it to dry naturally, I don't like blowing it hair."

The indoor temperature has been raised, and it is hotter than before entering the bathroom, and the hair dries naturally quickly. According to past experience, it takes only about an hour.

Jiang An walked into the bathroom with the unlovely salted fish in twos and threes. His tone was calm and gentle, without any sense of joke, "Well, let it dry naturally, I don't like to blow my hair."

The black-and-white world of salted fish in vain instantly became rainbow-colored, and he rubbed against Jiang'an's hand like a puppy, surviving after a catastrophe.

Then Jiang An stood in front of the mirror cabinet, raised his other arm, and foully removed the hair dryer that should have been reached by stepping on a small stool.

Bai San's head was in a daze, and he stammered and said weakly: "I really don't like blowing my hair, I hate it more than green peppers."

"I see." Jiang An lazily pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck with his fingers, and pressed the hair dryer switch involuntarily.

Unbiased, the hot wind blew up his wet hair, rushing into his ears with the elongated whirring sound, making one's scalp explode.

In the house, it seems to be facing the storm outside the window.

Bai San pursed his lips, squatted on the single sofa with his knees in his arms, turned his back and raised his small face to look back at the river bank. He was so wronged that his voice was swallowed by the wind, "I don't want to blow my hair..."

The first in the universe doesn't want to.

Jiang An still heard it, and his hands kept moving, with the hot wind, his fingertips passed through the limp wet hair, whirring his ear, and said "um" in a low voice.

"I'm sorry for you."

Bai San's ears twitched, the words were somewhat familiar, but they were really not good memories, and they couldn't stop his dissatisfaction at all.

He struggled, and the next second his neck was pinched by the warm fingertips, and the strange touch rushed all the way to the top of his head, instantly freezing his body.

Jiang An uttered a short and magnetic final sound with a raised ending.

Ben was already having a fever, and Bai San's head was rubbed dizzy, dangling, and his voice was tired and small, with a faint cry, "It's really noisy, I don't want to blow it." hair……"

"Adults blow their hair."

Bai San lowered his head, his nasal voice was so thick that he couldn't melt it, as if he had fallen into a small milk pot, "I'm not an adult..."

"So children should listen to adults."

The hair dryer was kept at the lowest setting, the smell of shampoo was evaporated by the heat wave, and the air was filled with the warm and faint smell of guaiac wood, combined with the orange light and the twilight shadows between the raising and lowering of the hands.

Bai San kept silent, sniffed, his shoulders trembled twice, his head was full of whirring sounds.

Hoo hoo, hoo hoo.

The light illuminated the dots in his eyes, Jiang An held the hair dryer in his hands, and said casually: "Last time, there seems to be another box of small animal jellybeans in the hospital, in the fitness room."

!!!

Suddenly Bai San raised his face, blinked his starry eyes, his eyelashes were wet, and a lock of half-wet and half-fluffy hair on the top of his head shook.

He was chewing the grape-flavored little turtle with his cheeks puffed up, and he was holding the little monkey and the big lion in his hands, and he started to mutter softly after being coaxed.

"If there is a competition where I don't like blowing my hair, I will definitely write a [-]-word report to apply for it. Why is there such a nasty thing as a hair dryer in the world? If I knew who invented it, I would curse him for losing his hair in my dreams , into a big rabbit..."

Jiang An pulled the corners of his lips, turned up the wind speed by one gear, and his thin and light hair instantly coiled up, as if trapped in a soft cloud.

While saying, "I've wronged you, I've wronged you", he was blowing his white hair unmovably. He couldn't stand it anymore. When he cried, he stopped, fed him two small gummies, and continued after coaxing him.

The person who uses the hair dryer is more hateful than the hair dryer itself. Baisan smelled of lychee-flavored vicuna, hugged himself tightly and thought aggrievedly, the sound of "huhu" in his ears was like the call of the devil.

Ten minutes later, he squatted on the sofa in a ball, with fluffy soft hair on his head, looking at the corpses lying in the four small soft candy packaging bags in the palm of his hand, and the sweet taste left on the tip of his tongue gradually dissipated. Facing the back of the sofa, wrapped in a small blanket, he fell into autism.

If only I could blow dry my hair a little longer...

——Wait, why do you think so, isn't he the one who hates blowing his hair the most, Bai San was shocked.

Finally came to a conclusion.

It's all Jiang An's fault.

In the past half an hour, the white porridge has been boiled, and it is slightly mushy except for the strong rice fragrance.

During illness, Baisan's appetite is not good.After skimming off the paste, only a small bowl of essence was left, without pollution. He felt that he could drink three sips, and after eating it, he felt a little tired in his stomach, and felt like vomiting.

At the same time, Jiang An was warming up the fireplace in the living room. The sound of burning wood was crackling, and the muddy fire light illuminated his face. He curled up his lips and explained, "It's my first time doing it, I'm not skilled, so I'll make your stomach feel wronged."

Bai San didn't say a word, he tiptoed to fill a bowl full in front of the cooking table, the big slippers fell on the floor with a clatter, he slipped into the living room, hugged the white porcelain bowl, nestled on the arm of the sofa, and looked up Jiang An lowered his head and took a sip of porridge,

Jiang An was cooking for the first time because he was sick.

The flames were slightly burning, and the wind and snow were silent.

After the meal, Baisan took cold medicine, which has the ingredients of calming and calming the nerves. He was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, so he fell asleep on his side.

When he woke up at noon the next day, he was sweating all over his body. The fever had subsided, but his body was weak and limp.

In the afternoon, when the snow was getting lighter and the wind was about to stop, he washed and dried his long clothes and trousers, put them on the stool at the end of the bed, changed into his own clothes, and proposed to leave.

Jiang An pondered for a while, then nodded.While driving, while waiting for the red light to pass, he asked inadvertently, "How old is this year?"

"eighteen."

This answer is well-behaved, like a primary school student.

Bai San scratched his fingers, and wanted to ask Jiang An how old he is this year, but the words came to his lips, and he repeated it several times in his heart, and the corners of his mouth twitched, one second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute passed, or I didn't say it, and I was suddenly very embarrassed.

Now that the time has passed, it is always a bit inexplicable to talk about it suddenly.

He turned his face and looked out of the car window. The snow-covered road was long and the car was driven cautiously.

"Still young," Jiang An nodded, his voice calm and gentle, "Next year's college entrance examination?"

Bai San vaguely responded, looking at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window.It was supposed to take the college entrance examination next year, but after that incident, maybe he might not be able to take it.

"Are you stressed?"

Hearing Jiang An's question suddenly, Bai San turned his head and glanced at him for a moment. Could it be that the pressure in his heart has manifested externally, to the point where he can see it at a glance...

"It's okay." Bai San hesitated and gave an ambiguous answer.

No, he tugged at his hair depressingly, but couldn't say anything, and thankfully he didn't mention the school.

Jiang An controlled the steering wheel to turn around the street corner, passed the gas station, asked him to wait a while, and got out of the car.Bai San was in the narrow space, and his eyes fell on Jiang An's beaver leather gloves, the silver light reflected from the key ring, and Jiang An who was talking with the staff behind his back outside the window.

He didn't understand why he would subconsciously want to hide it when facing Jiang An, it was obviously not a matter of great concern.

Jiang An filled up the gas, handed him a bottle of freshly bought water when he got in the car, unscrewed the bottle cap, set off again, returned to the unfinished topic, and reminded, "Look far away, this moment is becoming the past, Everything in the past is growth."

Seems to understand.

The water was clear and the bottle was cold, Baisan was pinched in his hand, and he didn't really want to drink it. Seeing Jiang An's chin lifted slightly and took a few sips slowly, he seemed to follow suit and took a sip.

The throat soaked in mountain spring water tasted sweet, he squeezed his parched lips, and drank half of the bottle in one breath, his courage seemed to grow stronger.

He put it another way, wiped away the cold sweat from the water bottle or the sweat on his palms, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Jiang, what if I don't like school, hate going to school, and stay at home every day?"

Jiang An smiled slightly, looked at him with understanding and tolerance towards young people, "Will you be curious about knowledge?"

Curiosity involves childlike innocence, and the yearning for the beauty of everything in the world is different from the dry love of learning or not, and it also reveals the root cause.

Just asking this question, Bai San felt that Jiang An was suitable to be a teacher, he nodded his head vigorously, a day without reading is like starving for three autumns.

"The emergence of educational institutions, including schools, are all derived from the college entrance examination," Jiang An said. "You just need to go to your destination. As for the others, they are just vegetation or strange rocks on the side of the road."

For the next part of the road, Bai San was a little dazed. He still has his student status and can take the college entrance examination, but he is just out of the school environment.

The long-standing predicament was broken by one sentence, and the indescribable excitement throbbed violently in his blood. He seemed to see the future, looking at each other from a distance through a thin layer of veil.

Passing by a supermarket, Jiang An slowed down, lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you need more food?"

Boli Seaweed, Red Bean Dorayaki, Shanghaojia Shrimp Crackers, Xizhilang Jelly, Oreo Sandwich Biscuits, Zhang Junya Little Sister Chocolate Ring...

In an instant, countless cute snacks flashed in Bai San's mind, followed by the wallet that was about to be empty. Feeling sad, he shook his head with difficulty.

When he arrived in the community, the community hospital was next door to the guard room. He suddenly remembered what the nurse had said. After calculating the time, it had been nearly a month since he first met Jiang An. When he looked up again, his eyes were blank, "Mr. Jiang , are you still receiving treatment at the community hospital next Wednesday?"

"No." Jiang An said.

then what do I do?

As soon as the thought came together, Bai San quickly dismissed it. He felt that it was strange that Jiang An was not the only one who could treat teeth in the whole world.

Even if we never see each other again, it's normal. Beicheng is not small, and the world he walks in is small.

The concluding remarks of the last side were just a few words "goodbye, be careful on the road". He turned around and entered the gate of the community, and suddenly there was the sound of a car horn behind him.

"I forgot to take something," Jiang An took out a convenience bag from the rear compartment and handed it to him, sat back in the car, lowered the glass window, and reminded as always, "Sweet food in moderation."

Bai San nodded, he was out of state the whole time, the car drove out slowly, went further and further away with the traffic, and slowly and quickly disappeared from his eyes.

He lowered his head and saw two convenience bags in his hand.

One contained five or six boxes of medicine.

There are three big snow monsters in a bag.

The noise of the street was also silent, and he heard the sound of snow falling.