river bank, river bank

Since Xiao Jinyu and Xiao Heiyu have just arrived home and are not familiar with the environment, Bai San is full of responsibility.

Worried that Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei would have an accident at home alone.

He just fished it out of the aquarium, put it back into the living body box, carried his schoolbag on his back, and followed Jiang An back home.

January is not the time to eat zongzi, but you can buy zongzi leaves and shredded rice dumplings in the supermarket, and a kind of round glutinous rice that does not need to be soaked in water for a long time.

Once raw and second familiar, Bai San came to Jiang'an's residence again, turned on the light, found the soft cotton mop that he wore before very familiarly, put away his schoolbag, sprinkled some fish food for Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, and hugged a large Bundled zong leaves, shredded rice dumplings and round glutinous rice, stuffed to the brim, put all their brains on the cooking table, ready to show their skills.

Jiang An took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and ground a cup of coffee, "Then I'll go to work first?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Bai San was perfunctory with the naked eye. He stood in front of the cooking table, unable to take care of himself in the face of the piles of ingredients. His face was blank. In a blink of an eye, he saw a brand new apron in the hanging cabinet.

That's right, the first step in cooking is to wear an apron.

He opened the glass door by covering the edge of the wall cabinet, stretched his arms to reach the apron on the top floor, but it was only a palm length away, but he couldn't reach it.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Bai San stood on tiptoe, tried to stretch his arms, and swayed twice in the air, only half a palm away, still out of reach.

...It was too bullying, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, grabbed the hanging cabinet board, and climbed up again with the other arm.

Just when he was about to jump up and grab it with anger, an arm stretched out from behind and easily took off the apron.

Jiang An curled his lips and put the apron on the cooking table, "What else do you need?"

Need to grow 20 cm tall.

Bai San reluctantly glanced at the top of the hanging cabinet, stuck out his tongue, bit his lower lip and retracted his arm, arched his head against the bank of the river, pushed him away, and replied in a muffled voice.

"no need."

Jiang An put down a cup of overheated milk for him, and when he went upstairs, Bai San stood in front of the cooking counter again, only to realize that he was really 20 centimeters taller.

Cooking zong leaves, washing rice, washing red dates... These things that are easy to complete under normal circumstances, when they arrive at Jiang An's cooking counter, they are extremely difficult, and he feels that everything is wrong.

Maybe the decoration of Jiang An's house was arranged strictly according to Jiang An's height. When Jiang An came over, the cooking counter was parallel to his waist, and when it was Bai San's body, it became his chest.

In less than 5 minutes, he raised his arms again and again, causing his muscles to swell.After turning to Jiang An for help, he got a footstool and stepped on it to feel better.

An hour later, he rolled up the soaked zongzi leaves, took a handful of glutinous rice and two red dates, wrapped them with zongzi, and packed them in twos and twos.

Then, looking at the limp zongzi, he poked two grains of rice, and then poked a lump of rice, and fell into trouble again.

Bai San ran up the stairs, lying on the side of the door frame of the study, staring eagerly at the river bank, without speaking.

He shouldn't bother Mr. Jiang at work, he knows he's busy, and he promised to make zongzi, although it's small and square, short and soft...

Jiang An wore a pair of rimless glasses, focused on the screen, and his slender fingers danced nimbly on the keyboard.

When Bai San was lying on the door frame, slipping down for the third time in a daze, Jiang An leaned back, took off his glasses with one hand, and looked at him, "What's the matter?"

Bai San shook his little head, pressed his chin against the door panel, and said nothing.

After two seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand behind his back as if offering a treasure, and handed it to Jiang An, with five fingers spread out, and a red date in the palm of his hand.

"Give you."

Jiang An took a sip of coffee, folded his arms and smiled without saying a word.

Bai San licked his lips, with a sincere expression, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Have you ever eaten square, small rice dumplings?"

"..."

It was obvious that Jiang An hadn't eaten it, and neither had Baisan, but he didn't know why it was made in a triangle shape and it turned into a square shape in the end.

Jiang An cleaned his hands and didn't need to step on the footstool. He stood tall in front of the cooking table and studied for a few seconds.

The same zong leaves, the same glutinous rice, and the same red dates.

Bai San didn't understand why the rice that always wanted to escape in his hands and the shape-changing zongye would be so obedient in Jiang An's hands.

Could it be that Yan control also appeared in Zongye?

"Hold it firmly, be careful of leaking rice, fold it back, and wrap it tightly." Jiang An taught live.

Bai San gave up the footstool, knelt on the long stool opposite the cooking table, swayed one leg dishonestly, looked at the river bank, and looked as serious as he was in class.

After Jiang An wrapped it up and put it down, he poked it cautiously.

Slightly hard, with three small sharp corners, neither big nor small, just right, too powerful.

He fetched a glass, divided half of the milk that Jiang An poured for him, and offered it to Jiang An, blinking his starry eyes, "Teacher Jiang, drink the milk."

Two soft, square rice dumplings and two nice-looking triangular rice dumplings were boiled in the pot.

After it was cooked, Bai San peeled off the leaves of the zongzi, took a bite of the small upturned triangle, and at the same time looked at Jiang An with distressed eyes and ate the soft glutinous rice dumpling he wrapped without changing his expression.

Mr. Jiang is a good man.

The last time it was a blizzard, this time it was a long rain, Bai San sat at the desk biting his pen and stared out the window in a daze.

Fortunately, there were so many review materials in the schoolbag when I came here. When I arrived at Jiang An’s house, I was in no mood to do it. My eyes were full of what Jiang An was doing and where Jiang An was. When I saw the neatly arranged tea leaves in the cabinet, I felt that Jiang An He is an old man, seeing that Jiang An can use a notebook to handle work matters, and feels that the generation gap between him and the old man is not a problem.

His upper body was slumped on the table weakly, and every word and every word in his pen was Jiang An.

There was still some time before going to bed, Jiang An changed into light-colored cotton clothes and trousers at home, and knocked on the door of the guest room.

"Watching a movie?"

Bai San sat up in shock in his dying illness, threw down his pen, pulled over the paper to cover the paper below, got up and almost jumped over, silently touched his head, cleared his throat, blinked and blinked, and the sight of Jiang An Putting it aside, he looked over after a while, trying his best to control the corners of his mouth not to raise it.

screening room.

"What do you want to see?" Jiang An asked casually, sitting on the sofa to the right.

Bai San seldom watches movies and TV shows, and every time his classmates talk about popular stars or a certain movie, he doesn't understand why.

I don't even know anything about choosing movies. When I look at each movie title, I think it looks like a number, but I don't feel it.

Jiang An didn't rush, and waited patiently for him to find the movie he wanted to watch.

Until the cover of a puppy with a baseball in its mouth came into view, Bai San suddenly became interested, smiled like a strawberry cake, looked at Jiang An, and said softly, "I want to see this."

The movie starts.

A baseball player picks up the puppy on the cover.Bai San nestled on the pillow, three people away from the middle of the river bank, he secretly poked and twisted, moving a little closer.

Puppies are abandoned and sick from birth.Jiang An leaned comfortably on the sofa and watched the movie, seemed very serious and didn't notice him.

Bai San reached out to grab the snacks on the low table, but he couldn't reach them, the distance was too far.He moved a little closer quietly, and got the plum meat, which was sweet and sour, and it was two people away from the river bank.

A baseball player loses a major game.It was too difficult, Bai San tilted his head, hugging a pillow, and resting on another pillow.Since Jiang An changed his posture and sat down, the distance moved an inch away.Bai San grabbed the pillow, and immediately formed a circle of long and short wrinkles.

The puppy recovers and helps baseball players pick up balls every day.Bai San changed his plan, tilted his neck and pinched it, it must be because he had been studying for a long time and was a little sore.The body is still two people away from Jiang'an, and the head is half an arm away.

In another game, the puppy suddenly rushed to the field, helped the baseball player pick up the ball, and won.Bai San fell down with a thud, hitting Jiang An's thigh, winning.

He turned sideways, motionless, staring at the screen intently with his eyes wide open, and no one could disturb him to look at such a cute puppy.

A low laugh flashed over the quarrel of several actors in the movie, Bai San froze for a moment, flinched a bit, his cheek was pressed against Jiang An's trousers, feeling the warm body temperature coming through, and he was slightly hot.

He snorted softly, curling his fingertips.Silently talking to himself, didn't hear, didn't hear, just accidentally fell down and couldn't get up.

The next second, a palm touched his hair, and his white face turned red all of a sudden. He unconsciously twisted a little bit, but Jiang An's body temperature was clearer, as if flowing into the blood along the skin, and turned several times. through the heart.

"Do you like small animals?" Jiang An looked at the screen and asked in a low voice, inserting his fingers into the soft hair and sliding them lightly.

Like a fish pinned to the chopping board, unable to break free, Bai San's curled fingers tightly clutched the cuffs, and hummed inaudibly, "I used to raise a garden dog."

The movie is over, entering the ending credits, none of them moved.

Bai San looked down at the carpet, rubbed his head against Jiang An's palm, and suddenly turned over, facing Jiang An, nestling in his arms.

"It has spots on its belly, a black oval shape, and a big piece. It likes to eat ice cream, milk-flavored. I used to buy the kind that breaks into two pieces. Give it one, and I will eat one. He likes to follow me very much. When he was a child, he would sneak away to school every day, otherwise he would always follow me into school. Once I stayed at Lin Guangyin’s house for one night, and when I returned the next day, he ran over as soon as he saw me. I was thrown on the sofa by it, and it was so excited that it licked my face. Later, probably in the first year of junior high school, it was hit by a car and died, and it was called Doudou on Xiangyang Road, Changping Street."

Bai San never said these words to anyone, except Jiang An, in his heart, he was different.

The projection room was dark, only the white staff list subtitles scrolled on the screen in the distance.

Bai San's tightly curled fingers were loosened little by little, and became softer and softer. Jiang An's wide palm was thin and strong, and when it touched his fingers, it aroused a slight itchiness, as if the wind had passed through the hall.

In this darkness, some people suddenly turned on the lights, and some people intertwined their fingers.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2411:42:48~2020-06-2419:21:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the pineapple is big and sweet, and there is 1 piece of broken sleep;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!