river bank, river bank

The comprehensive paper that Jiang Lele brought was not too difficult, most of the questions were written in white and loose, and he was familiar enough to write directly without thinking.

However, it was such a set of simple test papers. Two days later, the teachers awarded the scores, but Bai San suddenly stumbled on some basic questions that were impossible to commit. Although the scores were much higher than Zhao Pangzi's, he still Jiang Lele was ten points behind.

He suddenly realized that the review at home during this time is really not as good as at school. There is no sense of urgency about the upcoming college entrance examination, and there is no atmosphere of students rushing forward with all their strength.

Ever since he moved into Jiang An's house, he has relaxed a lot.

At that time, Jiang An was sitting at the table eating breakfast, and the little milk dog lay at his feet and licked the milk in the bowl everywhere.

The sunlight shines in from the window, softly covering the corner of the snow-white wall, the window lattice, and the floor dividing the line of light and shade in pink and orange.

Bai San lowered his head, poked the custard buns on the plate, swallowed the grapes in his mouth, and saw that Jiang An didn't pay attention, he suddenly picked up yesterday's prize - an egg tart, and ate it in two or three bites , Withdrew the chair back, pulled on the small cotton mop, left a sentence, "I went back to the room to review", and ran up the stairs in a hurry.

The little milk dog raised its head and barked twice, lowered its head to look at the milk in the bowl, and followed with the bowl dangling in its mouth.

Bai San's figure had disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and the clicking sound of the small cotton mop echoed in the living room for a long time.

Jiang An lifted his chin slightly from the newspaper, looked sideways for a while, put down the newspaper, propped his forehead helplessly, got up and left the table.

He went back to the bedroom, took out the elderly phone, and made a call.

In the face of learning, time always passes quickly.

Bai San bit the cap of his pen, his eyes swept quickly, and an A was slid out on the paper in a second, and his eyes moved to the next multiple-choice question, halfway through.

There was a knock on the door.

He leaned back in the chair, raised his hand and squeezed his sore shoulders, still holding a pen in his hand, and went to open the door in three steps at a time, probably no one else.

Jiang An stood in front of the door, reminding him to have lunch.

Seven minutes past twelve.

Bai San glanced at the clock hanging on the wall before noticing that four or five hours had passed in the blink of an eye, and he didn't feel hungry. What he was thinking about was the multiple-choice question that he didn't have time to write down the answer to, and what to do. After you finish, you need to consolidate the foundation again.

There was no time to eat at all.

But for the sake of a small snack tomorrow morning.

Bai San wrinkled his face, and went downstairs with Jiang An hesitantly. He just sat down on the chair, and within three to five minutes, he ate a small piece of pumpkin pie in a few mouthfuls. .

He jumped off his chair and ran upstairs, not forgetting to remind Jiang An.

"I still have questions waiting to be done, you have to eat well."

Jiang An frowned slightly, and it was a little funny to see him look like "study makes me happy, even if it's a super delicious little fudge, don't try to stop me from studying".

After eating lunch alone in front of an empty seat, he pinched a little, and three hours later knocked on the door of Bai San's room again, and brought him a fruit salad with only strawberries.

At night, when Jiang An sat at the table and began to think about whether to go upstairs to drag Bai San out for some exercise, there were pattering footsteps upstairs, and Bai San walked down by himself.

Not yet hopeless, Jiang An pinched the bridge of his nose, looked up, "Hungry?"

Bai San didn't speak, picked up the glass to take the water, raised his head to finish filling, wiped his mouth, and sighed, "I'm not hungry, I'm just thirsty. I wanted to go downstairs just now. I closed the book, but I didn't expect there was more behind. I looked away. I figured out a big question, and then turned out the second one, and then the third one, and the fourth one, and the result is now.”

Saying that, Bai San lifted his feet up the stairs, four or five steps, suddenly came to his senses, turned his head to look at the dishes that were keeping warm on the cooking table, pulled his hair, with a consummate expression.

"Mr. Jiang, eat first, I'm not hungry."

Jiang An's facial muscles twitched faintly, with his palm resting on the armrest, he rubbed slowly and unconsciously exerted force, his expression as usual.

"Want creamy waffles or strawberry macarons tomorrow morning?"

"Ah—this," Bai San was startled, shaking a lock of hair on his head, and said slowly, "Mr. Jiang, you can decide."

Jiang An remained silent, his eyes darkened, and he tapped the handrail with his bent fingers.

"That's it," Bai San took two steps, one step at a time, happily leaving his sight, "Mr. Jiang, enjoy your meal!"

Faintly, Bai San seemed to hear something, but these foreign objects could not divert his attention at all.

He returned to the room and sat on the chair again, like an old monk in meditation, the pen in his hand kept moving, and there was a rustling sound between the papers.

After finishing another set of papers and correcting the wrong test book, Bai San leaned back on the soft back of the chair, looked at the bright light above his head, and tilted his neck.

Sour and stiff.

The hour hand pointed to eight o'clock in the evening.

At this normal time, he and Jiang An should be sitting in the screening room watching a movie.Bai San was thinking idly, while counting the beats in his heart, and doing a set of eye exercises.

He opened his eyes again, and a stack of books stacked high beside the table blocked the light, reflecting a slanting light gray shadow.

1 minute was not wasted, and Bai San devoted himself to studying.

This time period is not only a leisure and entertainment moment for watching movies, but also a time for evening self-study in school.

When you focus on one thing, your perception of the outside world will become weaker, as will yourself.

Bai San put down the last stroke, and wrote down the historical knowledge points in a complete and complete manner. When he was checking the textbook, he felt sick in his stomach.

Unable to suppress it, it surged up one after another.Bai San had no choice but to stop writing, bent over, curled up into a ball, and quickly grabbed the dessert a small pudding and cheese bread delivered by Jiang An in the evening, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

Even though he often skips meals in the morning, and his dislikes are so numerous that he can make a dictionary, his stomach has not hurt like this for many years, and the last time was when he was in elementary school.

A pudding the size of a teacup and bread the size of a palm does not help at all.Bai San took a sip of water, bowed slightly with a bitter face and went downstairs.

It was nearly nine o'clock, and if he didn't watch a movie, Jiang An, who had maintained a stable routine for the elderly, would go to bed earlier. At this time, he was probably already lying on the bed, turned off the wall lamp and was about to go to sleep.

Bai San walked to the stairs lightly, not wanting to disturb him.

When he went down the stairs, he saw that Jiang An was not in the bedroom, but was sitting on the sofa, looking down at a thick original document.

Hearing the movement, Jiang An looked at him and frowned slightly.

Bai San leaned against the railing of the stairs, motionless. Under Jiang An's gaze, he slowly shrank back and squatted on the stairs, extremely embarrassed.

Like an angry and pitiful little puffer fish after being caught.

Jiang An closed the book, put it on the small long table, crossed his fingers, and looked at him leaning against the back of the sofa, his eyes were deep and dark, with no clear meaning.

The little milk dog who had fallen asleep and was thrown in the room by Bai San ran out at this moment and rubbed against him.

Suddenly feeling aggrieved, Bai San pursed his lips, lowered his head and looked at the floor, his voice muffled.

"I'm hungry."

Jiang An is very good, it is not the first time that Bai San has discovered it, but he really realized it at this time.

The corn ribs soup in the small porcelain pot was still hot. When the lid was lifted, there was a bang, and white smoke came out, wrapped in billowing heat.

The dinner he had seen not long ago was put on the table again, with two soup bowls and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, only then did Bai San realize that Jiang An had been waiting for him.

There is always someone who can become hope in another person's eyes in an unrecognizable life.

This dinner was more than three hours later than usual, which did not conform to the old man's daily diet at all.

Bai San ate slowly as usual, and ate one more milk steamed bun and a bowl of soup than usual.

After the meal, he wiped his mouth, raised his face and asked, "Can I review downstairs?"

Jiang An ate faster than him, and ate less for dinner. He was sipping his after-dinner tea at this time, and he put down his teacup without raising his eyebrows, and nodded in response.

In fact, Bai San doesn't know why he has to go downstairs to review, it's the same everywhere, maybe it's more convenient to fetch water, or maybe there's an extra person not far away to accompany him.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Bai San took the time to finish a large scroll, put down his pen, shook his sore arm, and drank the fourth cup of coffee tonight.

At this moment, Jiang An, who had been sitting comfortably beside him reading a book, spoke.

"Go to sleep and write tomorrow."

Bai San rubbed his red eyes and shook his head.

"I've studied less than ten hours today, and I still have something to do tomorrow."

Jiang An turned a page of the book, "Not sleepy?"

Sleepy.

Although I was a little sleepy, it was nothing compared to the test papers piled up on the table and the college entrance examination that would come in four months and 120 days.

Bai San looked at Jiang An sincerely, intending to rest for 3 minutes before continuing. There were still two important notes Jiang Lele got from other schools that he didn't read, and he had to go through the quizzes in class.

Today, at the earliest, it will be after midnight before going to sleep, and Bai San has already made up his mind.

Very tired, but this kind of tiredness makes the body exhausted and the mind comfortable. Only through such nights can he feel that he is stepping into the future step by step.

Jiang An understands his current situation very well. It's not that the more he learns, the more excited he becomes, but the time he accumulates through continuous hard work to maintain his state.

"To twelve o'clock."

Seeing that Bai San was still a little dazed, Jiang An repeated, "Go to bed at twelve o'clock, don't you have to get up early tomorrow to review?"

Bai San nodded, and he also understood that if he didn't rest well tonight, he wouldn't have the energy to complete another day's review tasks tomorrow.

"But I still have a lot of things to do."

Jiang An got up, took the coffee in his hand, and put a cup of warm milk on the table, "Take your time."

Bai San didn't speak, raised his arm, stretched out a finger and pushed the milk on the table, silently refusing.

He didn't pass the exam this time, and he fell behind a lot, and he no longer had the opportunity to take his time.

Jiang An was not angry either. Seeing that he was silent, he pulled his lips, "I'm going to turn off the lights."

Just turn it off.

Bai San squinted his eyes. Anyway, he can continue to study when he returns to the bedroom, and it's not just the living room with a light.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Jiang An raised his hand to signal the switch, and added unhurriedly, "It's all the lights in this house."

Bai San was startled, opened his mouth slightly, and stared at him in a daze. He didn't expect to have such an operation, and he was completely desperate.

There are candles and small lamps in the room, at least half of the electricity is left, which can last for an hour or two.

But he has been staring at the book for a whole day, his eyes are sore and unbearable, and the weaker light can't bear it at all.

"Go to sleep." Jiang An repeated calmly, stroking his hair comfortingly.

Bai San puffed his cheeks, stuck his head out against his palm, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was low, "I can't sleep..."

Closing his eyes, his exam paper that was so wrong that he couldn't bear to look at it appeared in front of him, no matter how sleepy he was, he would be scared away.

No matter how soft the quilt is or how sleepy he is, as long as he thinks about it, he won't be able to stay in bed for a second.

Jiang An didn't say much, watched him drink up a glass of milk, and lay down on the bed obediently after washing.

With a loud bang, the lights were turned off.

He pulled a chair and stayed beside his bed, and lit a jar of scented candles by the way, the light was soft yellow.

For a long time, Bai San couldn't recover.He pulled up the quilt to cover himself, revealing his fingertips and a pair of slightly wide-open eyes.

And Jiang An sat with his legs crossed in front of his bed, looking intently at the original document in his hand, with a slight frown between his brows.Didn't seem to notice him.

Bai San twisted his body, slowly revealing a little more of himself.

The shadow cast by the candlelight swayed slightly, and a pleasant smell of plants gradually emerged in the air.

"Close your eyes." Jiang An, who was reading, did not lift his eyelids, and suddenly spoke.

Bai San flinched suddenly, was slow for two seconds, grabbed the corner of the quilt and let out a muffled oh.

With his eyes closed, he suddenly looked forward to tomorrow's arrival, and his sleep was silent. As long as he opened his eyes again, he would be able to see the dessert that Jiang An would prepare for him tomorrow.

There is a room full of snacks, and he will be very happy to take out any one.

10 minutes, 10 minutes two, 10 minutes three...

The more Bai San thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing he could fall asleep in the next second and open his eyes to dawn.

But the night is still slow.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes obediently, and thought in a mess.

Suddenly the broken hair on his forehead was brushed away by his fingertips, he was stunned, and felt a very light touch at the same time.Not like fingers, much softer than that.

Jiang An kissed his forehead with his lips.

The next second, the bright candlelight plunged into the night, and Jiang An left the door sideways.

Bai San opened his eyes in the darkness, raised his arms to cover his hot face, and his breathing became disordered.He touched his forehead carefully, and left as if his fingertips were burned as soon as he touched it, and quickly buried himself in the bed, nestling into a small ball.

What is hidden is the smile overflowing between the brows and eyes.

His touch is like a long wind blowing from the wilderness on a midsummer night, passing through the clear woods, opening the window and drizzling rain, rolling in a lazy heart.

"On New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, I will go home to celebrate the New Year."

On a morning that was no different from the past, Jiang An and Bai San were eating sweet and greasy cheese buns, and suddenly said this.

Bai San chewed the cheese buns slowly, said "oh", and at the same time lowered his head, using the dinner plate to cover, quietly sent the vegetables he didn't like to eat under the table, and fed them to the growing little milk dog.

During these days, they cooperated seamlessly, and Jiang An would never notice them under their noses.

He looked contentedly at the plate with no leaves, bit off a small bite of the cheese bun, and immediately finished his annoying breakfast and patted his ass away.

At this moment, he was stunned suddenly, his hands were not clamped firmly, he bit half of the small crescent-shaped cheese bun, fell into the plate with a "click", turned over, and pouted lazily .

Bai San raised his head, his eyes were blank, and he asked uncertainly.

"Lunar New Year's eve?"

So Jiang An wanted to go back to his home.

So he probably wants to stay in this house alone, eat alone, review alone, listen to the sound of cannons alone, and watch the Spring Festival Gala alone.

Jiang An nodded and gave a simple "hmm".

The cheese buns on the plate suddenly became stale.

Bai San pursed his lips and looked away. He had already poked a few small round holes on the chubby cheese bun with his chopsticks. He said "oh" again, tiredly, and poked on the cheese bun again.

At breakfast two days ago, he received a phone call from the old headmaster, asking him if he wanted to go back to the orphanage on New Year's Eve and spend it with them.

Bai San was lying on the bed, raised his arms and rubbed his eyes, and refused without hesitation. He still remembered that Jiang An promised him before going to bed the day before, saying that he would eat dorayaki stuffed with strawberry jam the next morning.

In the past ten years, he has spent in the orphanage, there are many noisy children, the old director who will prepare New Year's gifts, and the nurse aunt who cooks delicious food.

This is the first time for him to celebrate the New Year by himself, like learning to walk for the first time, and renting a house for the first time. It is meaningful and meaningful, but compared with the long years to come, it is nothing.

The sunlight coming in through the glass outside the window made the shadow of the floor lamp standing in the corner longer.

Jiang An put down the tableware, glanced at Bai San, who was frowning at the food, and spoke casually, with a careless expression.

"Pack up all the things you will use on weekdays and put them on. We may go back and stay until the seventh day of the lunar new year."

Hearing this, the cheese bun that Bai San took a lot of effort to hold just now slipped away from the chopsticks again.

He raised his head in a daze, and when he was called suddenly, he opened his mouth slightly with an expression of "what are you talking about?"

Just like celebrating the New Year alone for the first time, it was also the first time he was invited by someone else to celebrate the New Year at his home.

Although compared to a warm invitation among friends, it was more like a deadpan notice from the dean.

Bai San bit his lower lip and puffed up one side of his face. In just a few minutes, his mood suddenly changed from feeling lost to panic.

After hesitating for a while, he hesitated and whispered.

"New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion. Can I go alone? Will your parents mind... Actually, I can stay at home. Although the restaurants will not be open at that time, as long as I prepare a few days in advance It’s no different than usual. If I’m really bored, I’ll go back to the orphanage to see the old director and those children like me... You can go back at ease, don’t take me with you Yes, besides, there is a puppy at home, I have to stay and take care of it.”

At first, it was just a question, but later, the voice became more and more certain, and it seemed that a solution had been found, very sure and free and easy.

Bai San looked at the little milk dog who didn't know it and blinked, and he didn't know why he said that.

At that moment, what he clearly thought was "That's great! Let's go together, I don't want to stay in this empty house."

Jiang An watched him without interrupting, and quietly listened to him finish, then looked down at the time on his watch, and just said.

"Yesterday, I contacted my family, and my mother asked me to ask on her behalf, does Huainan cuisine suit your taste?"

Bai San touched the tip of his nose, nodded subconsciously, and then realized that Jiang An had told his family that he would go there.

I refused again, and I promised to go on New Year's Eve, but I didn't show up, and I backed down, which would inevitably leave a bad impression.

Bai San, a left-behind child who wanted to stay at home when he died a minute ago, changed his mind decisively a minute later, as if it was the little milk dog who just said the "heartfelt words".

He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, concealing the little light shining through the clouds into the room from his eyes, pinching the chopsticks, pulling the cheese buns on the plate again and again, looking stupid, and taking the words thrown along the river bank go down.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, please tell me again. I like Huainan cuisine very much. I like everything. I have no taboos, and I am not picky at all."

Jiang An raised his eyebrows, a little funny, glanced down at the little milk dog squatting at Baisan's feet, waiting to continue feeding the vegetable leaves, and then looked up at the cheerful Baisan.

A certain person has a thin face, and he didn't intend to expose it. He thought that he should keep the puppy in a circle when eating in the future, at least away from someone who is extremely picky eater.

Bai San's eyes were sincere, and every word came from the heart.

All the ugly bitter green peppers, the green leaves crawled by caterpillars, and the carrots that only long-eared rabbits would eat were all forgotten at this moment.

Even if a plate of vegetarian food is served now, he will eat it all.

As he was talking, Bai San paused for a moment, like a repeater who pressed the pause button, his expression was tangled for a while, and distressed for a while.

A few minutes later, he pulled his hair, and suddenly his back straightened, his hands fell on his lap, his expression was very serious, he was serious, and he spoke seriously.

"Mr. Jiang, it's my first visit. I really don't want to go empty-handed. Do your father and mother have any preferences? Such as watches, ceramics, clothing, skin care products, small ornaments..."

Bai San has never formally given gifts to anyone.

Even Lin Guangyin's parents, when visiting occasionally, would at most bring a few boxes of snacks and specialties from Beicheng.

This time he was going to Jiang An's house, and seeing Jiang An's elders, he was a little flustered for a moment, not knowing how to deal with it, and what kind of gift would be the most appropriate.

It is different from the teachers who met the teachers in the past, and the parents who met the classmates.

Inexplicably, Bai San was a little scared, not only because he was afraid of leaving a bad impression, but he didn't know how to get along with him.

He is obviously not a child who is afraid of being born, and the words have already reached this point, but he suddenly feels that it is better to stay at home.

On the other hand, he was very curious and wanted to meet Jiang An's parents, and would imagine what kind of person he was, and what kind of family Jiang An would grow up in.

Home is also a place I really want to visit.

Jiang An still has things to do today, so he is dressed in formal attire and ready to go out.

After dinner, he stood in front of the mirror and straightened his tie. When he heard Bai San's words, he looked back slightly with a smile on his face.

"Don't bother, the preference is yours."

Bai San was stunned suddenly, and met Jiang An's eyes reflected in the mirror. The next second, Jiang An smiled slightly, opened the door and left.

Time flies, and there are two days before New Year's Eve, and the two are ready to set off.

What Jiang An said meant that he didn't need to prepare any gifts, as long as he left for nothing, his parents would be very happy.

But on this morning, Bai San changed four or five sets of clothes, and went downstairs half an hour later than the scheduled time, carrying a small schoolbag, dressed more well-behaved than usual, and holding a large paper bag in his hand, which contained Two beautifully packaged gift boxes.

"Let's go!"

Jiang An was already ready, standing in front of the door and waiting. Seeing him with big bags and small bags, he bent his lips, raised his arms to take the schoolbag, and carried it on his shoulders naturally, "Didn't you say that you don't need to prepare presents?"

"Yeah," Bai San nodded like a chicken pecking rice, a little perfunctory, one arm hugged his arm, the other hand held the guide rope hanging on the little milk dog, walked forward, muttering, "It's not a gift, it's just a little thing. Right? Grandma."

He curled his lips, looked at the little milk dog who seemed to have endless energy to rush forward, but was pulled back again and again by him, and said with a smile.

Little grandma, the name of the little milk dog. Although the little milk dog is a male dog, there is a language barrier between the two, which does not hinder.

Every time Bai San calls the little grandma, the clever little milk dog will let go of the girl and run over joltingly.

At this time, the little milk dog barked excitedly.

Jiang An rubbed his forehead with some headaches, got into the elevator, separated by a layer of clear glass, they gradually fell from a height to the ground, and the city slowly poked out its horns.He heard that Bai San seemed to have excluded him, circled a small space, talked to himself sullenly, and communicated friendly with the barking little milk dog.

The topics ranged from the need to behave well when he arrived at Jiang An's house, so as not to run around the house anymore, to picking up the little milk dog, and he discussed it with it in a low voice.Although he is not a picky eater, he will eat everything when he comes to Mr. Jiang's house, but his stomach is very annoying. If there is something that he really can't eat, please help him solve it.

An obedient puppy will eat canned meat.

Jiang An laughed in his heart, just as Bai San thought, pretending that he really couldn't hear it.When I raised my head, I looked ahead, and my gaze fell far away on a pine tree that was blowing in the wind, and the snow was falling.

The eyes are full of small and white broken lights, which seem to be hidden in pockets.

To Jiang An's house.

In the suburbs, in a not-so-big yard, with red walls and white snow, clusters of large flowers climbed over the edge of the wall, revealing a crimson color.

Inside is a small three-story high-rise building. Bai San got out of the car door and stood in the yard, suddenly unable to move his legs.

He has not been to many places, and most of the contacts are in the streets and alleys, high-rise buildings.

Coming to this kind of place is like stepping into a strange world, a scene that can only be seen in TV dramas and movies.He was at a loss, unable to find any sense of familiarity.Smiling on the face, or looking at it peacefully, the expressions are very stiff and deliberate.

Bai San took a few steps slowly on purpose, followed behind Jiang An, with a slight force in his hands, tightly pinching the rope of the gift bag, he inadvertently lowered his head, only to find that his palms were reddish, sweating slightly, light gray The center of the soft rope is a few degrees deeper.

I kind of want to go home.

He hadn't entered the door, hadn't seen Jiang An's parents, and hadn't stayed at least a day before he had such thoughts in his heart.

Bai San thought a little dejectedly, too hopeless.

"Only the housekeeping aunt is here." Jiang An stopped, turned around to see that he was clutching the shoulder strap of his schoolbag tightly, and slowly moved forward a little bit, "My parents haven't come back yet, and they will probably be at seven tomorrow morning. Arrive."

Bai Sanxin was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, and the next second was like a balloon being poked by a needle, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, walked up in two or three steps, grabbed Jiang An's clothes, raised his head dryly ask.

"Then can I stay with you until they come back?"

Bai San said staying together means sticking together every step of the way, so that you can touch them with your arms outstretched, and you can see them when you look up your head.The night he fell ill, Jiang An had a deep understanding.

However, he was not in a hurry to answer, and looked down to see Bai San biting his lower lip, drooping his head listlessly, and always raising his eyes to peek at him secretly when he didn't notice.

Jiang An suddenly thought of the little sheep, soft and milky, and able to bleat.

"Mr. Jiang, can you?"

Bai San is a little guilty, although he likes to eat sweets and stay in bed, sometimes he doesn't eat well and likes to be picky eaters like a child.

But in general, when he came, he was already 18 years old, an adult, and he was still very mature and stable on weekdays.

Although not as good as Mr. Jiang's strategizing and deep experience in the world, at least in terms of his age, he is far ahead of him.For example, Zhao Pangzi only reads "Tom and Jerry" every day when he is still watching a baby.

As for Bai San, since five years ago, he has been watching "Ultraman Tiga", which only men would watch.This is a very important piece of evidence, and he wanted to tell Mr. Jiang very much, but since Mr. Jiang didn't ask about it, he said it abruptly, which would be a bit showing off.Bai San hesitated again and again, but had no choice but to give up.

After getting out of the car, he followed Jiang An's instructions and loosened the rope holding the little milk dog.

At this time, the little milk dog let himself fly in the flower garden in the yard, Bai San sniffed, and suddenly chirped a little sourly.He is not a little milk dog, nor is he a follower. If he suddenly said such a thing, it would bring trouble to Jiang An.

After a while of silence, Jiang An suddenly smiled, and looked away from him, standing in the yard together watching the little milk dog fluttering flowers.

"It's not impossible, but there is only one bed in my room."

"I don't take up space! I can shrink into a very small size." Bai San raised his hand and blurted out.

It wasn't until Jiang An nodded and accompanied him in a daze for a few minutes to watch the little milk dog who had found a new pleasure in dog life among the flowers, and Bai San didn't realize it.

——He wants to share the same room with Jiang An and sleep on the same bed.

After a while, the little milk dog was tired from playing, and returned to Baisan with half of his pink tongue drooping, but he still couldn't recover.

Even if you already live in the same house, you can see each other for a while without looking up.But Jiang'an's room and Baisan's room are like two worlds.

The only time he actually went in was the first time he went to Jiang An's house, and he stayed in the shower for just ten minutes.

Time flies, I didn't expect that he would share a room and a bed with her.

The distance is close at hand, the calm and long-lasting woody fragrance, the deep voice and the slow breathing.

Bai San suddenly raised his arms to cover his cheeks, but the roots of his ears and neck became hot and red, betraying his thoughts.

"Let's go."

He bent down and stroked the little milk dog, Jiang An stood up, looked at him calmly and said.

Bai San turned his head, took a deep breath of the cool air, and suddenly regretted it.

"Just now," he said in a muffled voice, "you can..."

Jiang An's voice was low, with an inaudible smile.

"what?"

"It can be regarded as..." Did you hear that?

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang An held his hand. The muscles on his forearm were slender and smooth, full of strength. Holding him at this moment was like holding a piece of tofu, very light.

Suddenly, Bai San bit the tip of his tongue, blushed, and shook his head, his soft hair swaying in the wind.

It's all the fault of the little milk dog.

Seemingly accepting the blame he inexplicably threw, the little milk dog innocently turned his head and let out a bark.

Bai San still took a few steps back and followed Jiang An, pressing his forehead against his back, deceiving himself again in his heart, silently hypnotizing himself.

It's all the fault of the little milk dog.

The housekeeper employed by Jiang An's family was named Hao.

When Bai San stuck behind Jiang An's back and walked into the house without anyone noticing, he found out when he suddenly heard a crisp voice.

"Qingzhou is back. Aunt Hao, I happened to buy a fresh Chenghe fish in the morning. How about stewing the fish soup at noon?"

Hearing the sound, Bai San was startled, quickly poked his head out from behind Jiang An, snatched the small schoolbag that Jiang An was holding for him in a second, stood aside, and obediently said hello.

Jiang An didn't respond to Aunt Hao's previous words, introduced each other, and turned his head.

"Eat clear stewed fresh fish soup at noon?"

Bai San withdrew his hand and squeezed his sleeve tightly. After two or three seconds, he realized that Jiang An was asking for his opinion. He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, and turned his face away, blinking uncontrollably. Jiang An winked.

[I'm not picky eaters, I'll eat anything, Mr. Jiang, don't ask me again, I'll eat whatever you eat! ]

"Aunt Hao's stewed fish soup is good." Jiang An was amused, and habitually raised his hand to touch his soft hair, but Bai San gave a jolt, and instantly ducked away with his neck tilted.

When he turned his head, he pursed his mouth and stared accusingly.

[Mr. Jiang, I'm all over it!You're not a child, you can't touch my head anymore, let alone touch my head in public, it will make me lose face QAQ]

Jiang An raised his hand to his lips, coughed, and nodded to the housekeeper.

"Well, then lunch is stewed fresh fish soup."

"Well," Jiang An walked upstairs with Bai San, and when he was halfway up the steps, he remembered something, stopped suddenly, and turned around, "Add another banana walnut pound cake."

Bai San took a breath, quickly grabbed the corner of Jiang An's clothes and pulled it, his cheeks flushed, he opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't even make a sound.Jiang An patted the back of his hand comfortingly, and went to his room with the little tail behind him.

The handling style and furniture are not much different from the house they live in now.

For a moment, Bai San almost thought that after returning to the apartment on the top floor, he could still lie in bed with peace of mind, picky eaters, and didn't need to cover up all the bad little problems, he could show them out by his temper.

Until you see a bookshelf with a wooden ladder, look up along the wooden ladder, and there is a door leading to another room.

It is also the only difference from the top floor accommodation.

As soon as he entered the familiar environment, when Jiang An closed the door of the room, Bai San was no longer restrained.

He walked over curiously and stood in front of the wooden ladder that was designed in the shape of steps. He could walk up one level at a time. His mind was full of thoughts. From a secret cabin to a starry sky, it was a series of places where wisdom was born. In my imagination, I went through them one by one.

For a long time, he licked his lips, looked at Jiang'an longingly, and just wanted to ask if he could go up for a visit.

Jiang An, who was packing his suitcase, raised his hand and pulled his lips, "No."

Extremely cruel and ruthless, just like that, strangled his curiosity in the cradle.

Bai San let out a muffled "Oh", turned his head three times a step, and walked back to Jiang An's side, once again verifying the subtext of following every step before entering the door.

The fish soup made by Aunt Hao is really delicious. It is the first time that Bai San, who vows not to eat carrots like rabbits, or fish like kittens, feels the charm of fish.

When Aunt Hao turned back to the kitchen, he poked Jiang An's arm, pointed at the fish soup, and whispered, "I don't hate fish anymore."

Jiang An curled his lips and rubbed his fluffy hair. This time, there was no one else around, so Bai San looked around, pursed his lips, and rubbed against Jiang An's palm.

Seeing Aunt Hao come out with dessert after dinner, he immediately sat up straight and drank the fish soup solemnly. When he lowered his head and looked at the clear soup noodles, his eyes blinked briskly.

Happy.

Because Jiang An was too enthusiastic, Bai San reluctantly drank three bowls of fish soup in one go. As a result, he collapsed on the small sofa in the room, clutching his bulging belly, unable to walk.

After dinner, I should have stayed downstairs, sitting in the living room, just for a few minutes.

But Baisan is a little turtle, not as courageous as a walnut, and shrinks when meeting strangers.It just so happened that in the afternoon, Jiang An asked him to go back to his room to sleep for a while.

Lying on Jiang An's bed, leaning on Jiang An's pillow, covered with Jiang An's quilt, the smell of Jiang An's body is all in his breath.

Bai San felt that it was impossible for him to fall asleep, however, in such an environment that seemed to be slightly drunk, Bai San closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes again, it was dark outside the window.

a cup of orange