river bank, river bank

"what?"

Bai Shan tugged at his hair worryingly, slumped on the sofa, and stared blankly after hearing the words.

Jiang An didn't seem like a joking person.

Bai San himself is depressed now, and he is very willing to change to a safe place, and add an additional item to this place-living together with Jiang An.

That's even better.

At first, he was afraid that it would be bad if he often lived in Jiang'an's house, but Mr. Jiang himself opened his mouth, and the problem was easily solved.

But after Jiang An's answer to Grandma, Bai San suddenly hesitated.

If Jiang An has a partner and someone he likes, then although it seems advisable now, his arrival will definitely turn into a troublesome matter in the end.

Just thinking about it is annoying.

Bai San plucked his fingertips hard, lowered his head and bit his lower lip repeatedly, staring at the lines on the floor, he could almost see the flowers.Compared to deciding to continue playing the battlefield or to let go of the past, and to concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination, I was still entangled.

——He didn't want to reject Jiang An.

Jiang An was still as calm as waiting for a little turtle slowly crawling over, but this time it took a little longer.

He walked up to Bai San and asked for the second time, "Are you coming?"

Bai San raised his head suddenly, the previous hesitation no longer existed, and he answered affirmatively with his four eyes facing each other.

He knew that Jiang An would not ask a third time.

That's enough.

It has been less than half a year since Bai San moved to the current residence. The furniture is all from the landlord. He doesn’t have much stuff. He can’t fit a suitcase with a pack full of books. He only has books and titles, which are miscellaneous and heavy. He can stack up to fourteen or five large suitcases. .

As well as dagger accessories, a cabinet is full of small scabbards and maintenance tools.

Jiang An called the moving company, left him the key to the house, and copied the address on a piece of paper for fear of forgetting it.Before I left, I said I would be back at [-]:[-] pm.

Bai San nodded, stood at the door and watched, holding the key tightly in his hand, thinking that when Jiang An left, he would find an old long rope and hang the key around his neck so that it would be safe to wear it.

The movers in the house carefully put the books into their own cardboard boxes, and piled them up against the wall one by one, preparing to load them into the car later and send them there together.

They walked up and down, bustling about, making occasional crackling noises as boxes were being moved.

Bai San lowered his head, twisted the straight doormat with the toe of his shoe, and straightened the crooked doormat little by little. He took a deep breath, leaned over the railing, and blurted out before he had time to think, "Mr. Jiang, work!" come on."

Jiang An stopped and turned around, "Call me if you need anything."

"Ah, okay."

Before Bai San could realize what Jiang An had said, he had already complied.

He bit his lower lip, tightly closed his eyes a few times, and opened them again, with a regretful look on his face.

He should say something about driving safely on the road, but he didn't know why, and he would just respond blankly when facing Jiang An, like a primary school student, ignorant and struggling to utter a single word.

He leaned on the railing, lowered his head, and looked downstairs.

Jiang An's figure has disappeared in front of his eyes, and the sound of footsteps is getting farther and farther away. Looking from top to bottom, only the edges of the well-arranged stair railings can be seen, like a complicated maze of rain and fog.

Just as Bai was in a daze, he let go of his hand, and there was a crisp sound, and the key tightly held in his hand fell to the ground, and he quickly squatted down to pick it up.

There is a rectangular ventilation window on the side of the wall at the entrance of the stairs, which is very cute. At this time, a beam of distant sunlight at noon □□ o’clock, slowly and fine dust appeared, with an innocent look of "I was discovered by you" , hairy all over, rolled over.

The key is small and hot.

The daggers that have not changed hands take up a lot of space. Except for his books, more than half of the cartons are filled with dagger accessories.

Bai San squatted at the door with his chin propped up, and boarded the forum again, scrolling through the new messages sent by players with some headaches.

The money owed to Jiang An cannot be delayed any longer.

But after the previous incidents, the more he thought about selling the dagger, the more he felt that the recipient was unreliable. Even if he got the guarantee now, he would feel relieved, and after a while, he couldn't help thinking about it again.

Lin Li, who left that day, sent him a message later, about the facilities for storing weapons, and some small videos of careful care.

The few good morning and good night messages she occasionally sent were followed by a promise that she would definitely take care of the dagger and give it first-level protection.

If the condition of not being able to enter the battlefield is removed, Lin Li is definitely the most suitable buyer.Bai San's attitude softened a little, and he didn't want to procrastinate any longer, but when he thought that the dagger would be left dusty in the showroom, he became entangled again.

hard to decide.

The moving company was very fast and packed all the items in less than three hours.

At nearly twelve o'clock, Bai San arrived at Jiang An's house alone.

When he came here, he wanted to buy a pot of flowers, it's not good to be empty-handed, but after looking around, they were either gorgeous red flowers or petite green plants, which didn't match the cold and full decoration style of Jiang An's house at all.

He picked left and right, and after looking at it for more than half an hour, he finally picked out a potted shrub suitable for placing on the balcony. The green leaves shone through and slightly curled up, and there were more than a dozen immature plants in it. Small blue berries.

The uncle who sells flowers said, "It is cold-resistant and bears fruit in four seasons. When it is ripe, the branches will be covered with small red fruits, which are very sweet."

Dengshi Baisan bought this pot of little berries without hesitation.

Holding it and the living body box containing Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, he sat in the moving company's car, and when he was heading to his new residence, he took a photo of Jiang An and sent it as an MMS.

After a few minutes, Jiang An replied, "The watering can, spray bottle, pruning shears and shovel are in the utility room."

Bai San grabbed the berry leaf, sullenly, and said slowly.

"￣へ￣"

There is indeed a generation gap between the old man and the young man.

Then, the screen lit up, and Jiang An's reply was quick this time. "so cute."

Of course, Bai San pursed his lips and rubbed his head against the backrest to add, "It's still very sweet!" He carefully touched the small berries that were about to ripen.

When they arrived at Jiang An's house, the staff of the moving company put down the boxes one by one and returned to pick up the aquarium.

Bai San left the little berry on the dining table, dragged the boxes into the guest room, and hurriedly packed them up.

Until his things filled the room on the river bank, when he went out, he looked up to see the aquarium standing by the wall, and walked two steps forward, and the small berries that had just been watered were placed on the table, glistening with the afternoon sun , Flickering, he still felt a little unreal, unbelievable.

In the afternoon, he sent the keys to the landlord and euphemistically stated that he would not renew the lease, which happened to be due this month.

Then he returned to Jiang An's house, washed some clothes, did a few pages of questions, told his English teacher that he had changed his address, and then stayed in the room, feeling uneasy and at a loss.

There is a feeling of stepping into the void, knowing that there is a hard boundary in the heart, and it is also wrapped in a group of soft clouds, like being trapped in cotton candy.

Suddenly living together with someone, the other party is still Mr. Jiang.

He was thinking sullenly, his forehead pressed against the wall, bumped it slightly again and again, frowning for a while, and couldn't help laughing for a while.He wrapped himself in a blanket to hide himself, rolled around on the bed, like a warm rice roll, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Before five o'clock, there was the sound of the door lock turning. Bai San was squatting in front of the aquarium watching Xiao Hei chasing Xiao Jin and blowing bubbles. When he turned his head, he saw Jiang An had walked in.

Holding a briefcase in one hand and a large lunch box in the other, he loosened his tie and lowered his head to ask, "Are you done?"

Bai San nodded, went to the cooking counter and poured a glass of water to Jiang An, "There are not many things."

Jiang An brought back some sweets, such as small soufflés, pumpkin cakes, chestnut cakes, etc. For dinner, there was also a veal steak that needed to be heated briefly.

Although it was only the first day of check-in, Bai San already felt like a rice bug. He eagerly handed Jiang An the tableware, paper towels, and mushroom sauce. The service was thoughtful and warm.

There was also a small piece of super delicious donkey rolling, but unfortunately he accidentally pinched it off, so it was a bit ugly to slump on Jiang'an's dinner plate.

Yesterday Jiang An ate two deformed rice dumplings, and the plate was clean. He probably likes to eat this kind of soft and glutinous food, but today he only took one bite of the donkey roll, which is also made of glutinous rice, as if out of politeness.

Bai San lowered his head and poked at the crispy cheese on the plate. A lock of curly hair on his head was raised and turned up again. He thought about it, could it be that a traitor appeared in the donkey rolling, and he took away the piece of salty rice that happened to be unappetizing? Mouth?

Puzzled, he picked up his chopsticks secretly, reached for the other half of the donkey in the white porcelain dish and rolled it.

At this moment, Jiang An swallowed his food and said casually, "There is blueberry juice in the wine cabinet."

Immediately, Bai San's eyes lit up, and he didn't worry about whether the donkey rolling was poisonous, so he put down his chopsticks, jumped off the table and ran over, and Xiao Mian mopped and kicked.

He has an unparalleled love for all things sweet.

The wine cabinet was in the corner of the living room. He opened the glass, and there were a bunch of bottles and jars that could not be read. Most of the wine was light water in color, and a small part was dark brown, like traditional Chinese medicine.

A large bottle of blueberry juice was placed at the door of the cabinet. He was just about to reach for it when he saw a bottle of wine next to it. It was light pink, like the gentle light of the sun before it set.

"Can I have some of this?" Bai San held the light pink wine, moved to the front of Jiang An, held it high, raised his small head and looked forward.

Jiang An put down the tableware, tapped the table with his fingers, "That's gin, forty degrees."

"It's okay, I drink very well!"

Bai San spoke boldly, as if Jiang An had already agreed, his eyes were full of wine with a smile, and he didn't hear the warning at all, he still puffed out his chest, very confident.

Jiang An was amused by his appearance as a little alcoholic, so he stopped reminding him, opened the bottle, and poured two glasses with ice cubes.

Desserts paired with sweet wine is a great joy in life.

Baisan took a small sip, slightly sour and slightly sweet in return.He squinted his eyes and completely collapsed on the chair, as if he saw that the world was made of candies, the walls were white chocolate, the table was marshmallows, and the air was fragrant and sweet.

Sure enough, it was a good bottle of wine, and he didn’t make a wrong choice. He looked at the ceiling with a foolish joy, and drank it in two or three sips, without touching the food on the plate, and quietly hid the little chestnut cake that was less than half eaten in a piece for decoration Behind the vegetable leaves, he looks like a good boy who has eaten cleanly and has no leftovers.

Immediately afterwards, Bai San looked at Jiang An, who was slowly cutting the steak, and didn't notice this side at all. He licked his lips, picked up the wine bottle with some difficulty, and poured another glass with drunken eyes.

"Eat another piece of chestnut cake." Jiang An said suddenly without raising his head.

Bai San, who was quietly pouring the wine, was shaken by fright, and the wine spilled out of the glass with a shake of his hand. He looked at it distressedly, and then looked up at Jiang An cautiously.

The moment his eyes intertwined, he opened his mouth in a daze, and hiccupped a little. The next second, blushing, he suddenly retracted his neck, stretched out a finger and pushed down his dinner plate, moving it away by two centimeters.

"No... I'm already full." Chestnut crisps are not as good as wine.

Talking about Bai San who was already full, he poured two glasses of wine into his stomach, didn't know he was drunk, lay down on the table and picked up the wine glass, poking secretly to pour a third glass, and then saw the wine bottle disappear from his eyes.

At the end of his line of sight was Jiang An who confiscated the wine, raised his eyebrows, "You still want to drink?"

Bai San pursed his lips, restlessly grabbed the tablecloth with the lower hand, but shook his head wisely, and looked at the half of the wine bottle left, looked away, said nothing, and fell into autism.

After a while, he obediently picked up a small piece of red bean crisps, biting them slowly, and there were not as many crumbs in his stomach as there were on the plate.

After eating a piece of red bean cake, he raised his head and looked at Jiang An, without saying a word, when Jiang An looked at him, he lowered his head with a sad face, and smashed the pastry on the plate even more, prolonging the sound. Soft language.

"Let me have one last drink, okay? It's really delicious, like a drink, without the feeling of alcohol. I won't get drunk after drinking ten more glasses."

Jiang An didn't back down, his eyes were dark and deep, and after a few seconds of stalemate, he rubbed the center of his brows and reluctantly agreed, "One last cup."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Bai San quickly responded, his head was like a chicken pecking rice, his whole body was full of happiness, and he sipped the wine in small sips, as if drinking fine nectar and jade dew.

With the third glass of wine in his belly, Bai San put down the empty wine glass, leaned against the back of the chair and touched his stomach comfortably, recalling the aroma of wine left in his mouth, the world was swaying around.

He raised his eyes again, sat on the opposite bank of the river and had a meal, took out a tissue, and comfortably wiped the clean corners of his mouth with no food residue.On the left hand side is a glass of wine that is still full after two sips.

"Mr. Jiang," Bai San tilted his head unknowingly, and looked around in a daze, "Have you stopped drinking? Waste is a bad behavior, and if the dean sees it, he will write a review."

Jiang An glanced down at the half piece of red bean cake he hid behind the vegetable leaves, with a half-smile, "So, every time there is food you don't want to eat, you hide it?"

The person pretending to be a fool changed the subject foolishly, "Mr. Jiang, it's wrong to hide it, let me drink it for you." He patted his bulging belly, "It doesn't matter how much you have."

"You're already drunk."

"But I can still drink, and there are so-so-" The little drunk stretched his arms and tried to draw a circle higher than himself in front of him, "I can drink so much, and I'm drunk It doesn't feel bad either."

Jiang An made a final decision with no room for change, "Tomorrow will be a headache."

The little drunk squashed his lips, jumped off the chair, remembering that he couldn't go barefoot, and spun around the chair three times in a daze, found the little cotton mop, and dragged it to Jiang An's side, grabbing him The corner of the clothes shook, and her voice was soft and coquettish.

"Mr. Jiang, let me have another sip, please, just a small sip."

"No."

"Mr. Jiang, can you touch my hair? You haven't touched it today."

Jiang An raised his hand and rubbed his hair helplessly.

"Mr. Jiang, I really like living with you. I can see you every day before going to bed."

Jiang An propped his chin, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

Encouraged by Bai San, his little tail cocked up, and he took a step closer, "Mr. Jiang, let me have another sip of wine, okay?"

"not good."

"Okay." Bai San took another small step, hugged his arm and shook gently, aggrieved, "Mr. Jiang, can I have another drink tomorrow?"

"One cup."

Bai San nodded obediently, raised his neck, and rubbed his cheek against his palm, "Mr. Jiang, can I apply for an advance payment?"

"No."

"Mr. Jiang, I look forward to seeing you every day."

"Mr. Jiang, the zongzi you made yesterday was very, very delicious."

"Mr. Jiang, I want to be stroked by you again."

"Mr. Jiang, can I have some more wine?"

……

Jiang An's eyes darkened slightly, no matter what Bai San said, he would never let this little drunk drink another drop of wine.

……

The transparent glass was filled for the fourth time, Jiang An put down half a bottle of wine, and the meaning was beyond doubt, "The last glass."

The little drunk was shaking his head heartlessly and happily, and couldn't even shake his head. He was still rubbing against his hand, like a clingy kitten.

He took a big gulp, still smiling, suddenly pursed his lips, looked at the glass in a daze, and complained to Jiang An in aggrieved manner.

"...it doesn't seem to be sweet anymore, but a little sour."

Jiang An took a sip of the real wine in his own glass, glanced at the fake wine that he had mixed with water and lemon juice, and smiled lazily, "Do you still drink it?"

The little drunk was very persistent, and took another big gulp, only to realize that the taste had changed completely. He was so dizzy that he couldn't react, so he put the wine glass away angrily.

He swayed straight towards Jiang An, got caught by the legs of the table, slapped, and fell on Jiang An with his head on his shoulders, a little frightened.

After a while, his eyelids slowly dropped, and he felt uncomfortable again. He twisted and switched to the other shoulder, his body softened, and he slid on Jiang An's lap, resting on his shoulder without moving, and fell asleep within a few seconds.

Jiang An laughed, raised his hand and pinched the back of Bai San's neck, and whispered his name.

The little drunk frowned, didn't wake up, and rubbed his collar a little, with a sweet smell in his breath.

Jiang An leaned back, resting his head on the chair pillow, quietly watching the bright white light on the ceiling.

After a long time, he raised his hand and put it around Baisan's thin and thin back. He heard a few whispers, turned his head slightly, brushed his nose against his warm cheeks, and murmured in Baisan's dream.

"Jiang'an, Jiang'an..."

He closed his eyes slightly, stroked Bai San's back with his palms, and dropped a kiss on his hair.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2423:04:46~2020-06-2615:20:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 11 on 2th; 1 for Sujuejue, Big and Sweet Pineapple;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I can't find you 4 bottles;

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