Cinderella's Gypsophila

Cheng Sheng was hospitalized for observation for a week.

During this period, the family took turns to accompany me every day.Meng Xinlan always schedules herself in the daytime and Qi Shengbin in the evening.

"I'm here for the hard work during the day! I don't have anything to do at night, you can just sleep there, and it won't affect your work."

That is to say, but anyone who has been with the hospital knows that the hard work during the day and the hard work at night are not the same thing at all.

Delivering food and vegetables to patients in the cold wind during the day in winter is a "hard work" visible to the naked eye.

The work at night is not called hard work, it is called "burning people".

The nurse patrolled the room at least twice a night, turning on the lights each time, and there was an accident in the middle of the night when footsteps in the corridor made it difficult to sleep through the night.There are various noises starting at four or five o'clock in the morning, washing up at six o'clock and rounds at seven o'clock. After a few days of neurasthenia, I have to stay with him until my face turns blue.

Of course Qi Shengbin was very reluctant.

Fortunately, his son took over the responsibility and let him hide in the hotel every night to sleep.

Anyway, his son is young, energetic, and not afraid of sleepiness!

Qi Yan is indeed not sleepy, but it's not what Qi Shengbin thought was youthful and energetic.

It's because his mentality is not to "accompany the patient", but simply to "accompany his precious boy to sleep sweetly".

If you really like it, you will be happy.

Only those who are unwilling will be irritable, tired, and calculate the gains and losses in various ways. This has always been the case in this world.

Recently, Qi Yan looks forward to school more and more.

Every time I packed my schoolbag in advance, and rushed to the hospital with it as soon as the bell rang.Occasionally, I would be distracted in class, and my mind would circulate and describe the touch of my brother's waist.

Brother is really nice to hug.

The waist is so thin that a single arm can wrap around it.Every time I hug, I subconsciously have to be careful-a little strength is afraid of breaking it, and a little strength is not enough to hug.

That feeling, sweet and confusing.

……

Going to the hospital every day, accidentally running into Meng Xinlan one day, it is also possible that there will be an X-tearing war.

Qi Yan is not afraid of anything now, but he is mentally prepared.

The result was perfectly avoided.

I can't meet it mainly because of the time difference.Meng Xinlan only came here at noon every day, delivered his son's lunch and dinner together, and always had something to say.

"What kind of miscellaneous book is this? Who got it for you?"

Cheng Cheng hurriedly hugged the colorful collection of essays like a baby, as if he was afraid that they would be destroyed.

Meng Xinlan: "Look at you, you know how to read books without talking to your mother all day long! Can books take care of you, can they cook for you!"

"You should read more textbooks when you have time. You have missed so many lessons. Beware of falling behind! Your mother doesn't ask much of you, but don't feel proud of your good grades."

She walked away angrily.

In the evening, Qi Yan came over and replaced Cheng Cheng with several new ones.

He was afraid that his brother would be lonely and bored in the hospital alone, so he tried his best to bring him various interesting books to pass the time.Many books were borrowed from Zhuo Ziwei's family, and the taste of university professors is indeed superior.

It's just that the person who borrowed the book may have forgotten it himself. On many pages of the book, there are sharp or acrimonious notes written by him in his early years.

A lot of obscure and dark words, the holes on the back of the paper, and the traces of being dizzy.

Cheng Cheng: "..."

This is how many times I have to cry, what kind of grievances have become, what kind of darkness has become, so I can only use books to vent.

Zhuo Ziwei is almost perfect in the eyes of teachers and classmates.

But Cheng Cheng knew he wasn't.Because there happened to be such a young man who grew up in the sun by his side, so he could tell the difference clearly.

Only Xiaoyan is really bright forever.

He also remembered seeing Zhuo Ziwei's greedy eyes when he looked at Qi Yan.

A little jealousy came up.

Cheng Cheng closed the book, thinking that although Zhuo Ziwei's mind was gloomy, at least he could pretend to be flawless, which proved his excellence from the side.

Unlike him who is sick and disabled, he can't even pretend...

But so what!

He is Xiaoyan's "baby".

Zhuo Ziwei lived in the same dormitory with him, but Xiao Yan came to accompany him every day.

No matter how nice Zhuo Ziwei was, it was useless.

……

Recently, every night before going to bed, Cheng Sheng would listen to Qi Yan talk about interesting things about the school, and then share with him the new book he was reading.The two of them could always have a lot of whispers under the quilt, and finally fell asleep hugging each other.

After the boy fell asleep, Cheng Cheng would greedily hug him tightly.

Incomparably satisfied, the years are quiet and good.

But when Qi Yan accompanied him in the New Year's Eve in the ward, when fireworks were set off outside on New Year's Eve, and there was a lot of noise, he couldn't help but feel guilty secretly.

Everyone else was celebrating outside, but Xiao Yan could only be trapped with him in this small room full of disinfectant smell.

Cheng Cheng felt that his body was already fine.

Staying in the hospital for observation for so long is mainly because the heart attack was too severe last time, and the inevitable cause could not be found, so the hospital's careful consideration.

But now is different from then.

Now he already has enough confidence to support his heart beating.

On the night of New Year's Day the next day, Cheng Sheng dragged Qi Yan to sneak out of the hospital with him.

Qi Yan: "...you are not good."

But still pamper and indulge.

On New Year's Eve, Christmas and New Year's make-up in every corner of the city has not been removed, and the joyous atmosphere is still strong.The most prosperous food street in the city center has remained the same for many years, full of windmills, lanterns, and stars.

Deep in the corner of the old town, there is a time-honored wonton shop.

Qi Yan sat down and ordered a bowl of wontons.

Cheng Cheng can only eat one or two, just to taste a little bit of the soup.But Qi Yan was still very patient when feeding him, smiling like a pet cat with black pupils and stars.

After feeding, I drank a huge bowl by myself.

He told Cheng Cheng that the wontons in this restaurant are famous and delicious, and he likes it so he came here to eat it.

But they didn't tell him that he had eaten the most bitter wonton here.

I don't like that memory, so I came here to wash it off.

In this way, when he thinks of this store in the future, he will only remember his brother sitting opposite and being fed by him in a panic.

When you come out of the wonton shop, there is a secluded small temple in the downtown area around the corner.

It was dark and there was no one around, so Qi Yan simply took his brother's hand and put it on his arm.

Cheng Cheng obviously panicked again, and even started to walk with his hands and feet.

Qi Yan: "Pfft."

How could he be so cute, I really want to hold him down and kiss him.

A small dim lamp hung at the entrance of the temple, and Cheng Cheng's eyes dimmed.

Qi Yan: "Want to make a wish?"

Cheng Cheng seemed to want to go, but he only looked at him.

Qi Yan pulled him across the threshold of the temple.

I remember that when they came last time, they were struggling to throw a few dollars into the wishing pool, but now they finally have as many coins as they want.But a temple is a temple, no matter how rich you are, you can vote three times in the wishing pool, three wishes, no more, no less.

Cheng Cheng tried to vote, and this time he hit three times.

He was very excited, as if he had finally been rewarded by the heavens after years of hard work, his gray eyes were shining brightly.

"Xiao Yan, don't you agree?"

Qi Yan: "...Oh, I haven't thought it through yet."

For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to agree.

I remember when I was young, every New Year count, he had the most fun and wished the most by tossing coins here.At that time, the world was like a big fairy tale, and he was the little prince who wanted everything.

But the older I get, the more I realize that life cannot be that simple.

Could it be that he is praying here, hoping that his mother will wake up, that everything will go well with his brother, and that everything will come true easily?

Won't.His wishes are difficult for the gods.

So just forget it, he doesn't embarrass the gods anymore.

He works on his own and doesn't depend on anyone.

Cheng Cheng put his palms together and silently made a wish.

Ancient temples and small temples, with luxuriant pine trees.

Leaving the wishing pool, he was suddenly caught by the waist.Qi Yan hugged him tightly.

Cheng Cheng: "Xiao Yan, what are you doing?"

"Don't make trouble, you can't be here..."

Temples are very solemn places.

Of course Qi Yan knew that his mother taught him not to act willfully in front of gods and Buddhas when he was a child.

He shouldn't have bent down unscrupulously to kiss the back of his baby's neck.

But if.

But what if he had an extremely solemn state of mind without any blasphemy?What if no matter which god blamed him, he could be frank and clear?

We have been together for a long time and have a tacit understanding.

The last time he made a wish, Cheng Cheng said, "Give both wishes to Xiao Yan".When he made a wish just now, he secretly kept looking at him again.This time, she might quietly grant him all three wishes.

This man is just that stupid.

Qi Yan greedily rubbed the back of his brother's neck.

He is now more and more sure that he probably did like him a long time ago.He has always been regarded as his "own thing", and he has wanted to kiss, hold, and keep it for himself since a long time ago.

It's just that it was too young and too dull.

Fortunately, Cheng Cheng was foolishly willing to wait.

Qi Yan still respected the temple.He picked up Cheng Cheng and carried him out the door.

In the alley outside, they pushed people to death against the wall and kissed lingeringly.

I remember that many years ago, he smashed a candied haws here, and now it has been many years, and it seems that he can still smell the sweetness floating in the air.

Who was thinking not long ago that as long as he was a younger brother, he would never accept any other feelings.And now, who is clinging to his treasure, scorching and demanding, groping, not willing to let go for a second.

He laughed at himself, smiled, and felt a little awkward in his heart for no reason.The kiss became irritable and eager, as if plunder must be needed to calm the restlessness.

Very strange.

This person is his.This man is more serious than anyone else and is willing to give him everything without reservation.

Then why do I suddenly feel uneasy and sad.

There is even an illusion.

It feels like the person in my arms can't be grasped, as if holding it will shatter at any time, or turn into foam and disappear.

Qi Yan stopped his movements, his voice was a little rough.

"...Xiao Yan?"

Cheng Sheng didn't know if it was an illusion.It was too dark around, and Qi Yan's dark eyes seemed to be filled with water.

"You hug me." After a while, he heard the boy whisper.

Cheng Cheng didn't know what happened to him, but felt pain in his heart. "Yeah," and immediately hugged him.

But the boy was not satisfied, and opened his neckline again, stretching out his neck for him to kiss.

Cheng Cheng obediently kissed him again.

"Not enough." The young man held his waist, clearly wanting more.

After half an hour.

Under the star lights of the bright street, Qi Yan's neckline was messy.

Cheng Cheng bit his lower lip, and his handsome face was even more embarrassing.

"You," he murmured, "from now on, you are not allowed to... do that again. How can you act like a baby like that!"

Qi Yan let out an "oh".

……

Kiss also kiss, absurd also absurd.

But on the way back, his boy was still in a bad mood.

Cheng Cheng thought, what did he say or do wrong?

They sneaked back to the hospital bed together in the middle of the night.Cheng Cheng now lives in a separate room, and Xiao Yan spent money to change it for him.But both Qi Shengbin and Meng Xinlan thought that the hospital happened to have a vacancy.

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing..."

"Don't, don't make trouble, okay?"

The boy pressed him down and bit and bit, without saying a word.

"I've said it all, don't spout like that... Woo!"

Suddenly, a small uncontrolled creature was touched again, and Cheng Cheng gasped in shock, his hair all over his body and he wanted to hide in shame and anger, but he was clenched tightly.

His brain exploded immediately.Shy and anxious, he let Xiao Yan do whatever he wanted to comfort him, to know what was wrong with him suddenly, not, not to let him do whatever he wanted!

But the young man did whatever he wanted.

Cheng Cheng was going crazy, he gritted his teeth and struggled desperately, but Qi Yan was too strong.

He curled up his toes and made an unbearably hoarse voice from his throat.Biting him with hatred, trembling, the last world was colorful, and he made a sound like weeping.

Afterwards, he completely ignored him under the blanket.

The little bastard actually smiled softly: "Don't cry, or to be fair, you'll play me too?"

Cheng Cheng kicked him.

He experienced it for the first time, and he felt that this matter must be extremely cautious, how could it be so unscrupulous.Wrapping the quilt tightly was a bit wronged, and my eye sockets hurt.

…Physical contact is 100 times worse than kissing for him.Xiao Yan only took it as a joke.

Excessive.

Excessive.

There was a sudden weight behind him, and the young man smothered him in his arms.

"Xiao Sheng, did I tell you..."

"When I was very young, my mother's best friend who married a foreign country returned home and brought me and Xiaoyue a small gift."

"It's a small weather bottle, in the shape of a water drop. When it's cold, fluffy snowflakes will appear in it. It's amazing."

Cheng Cheng didn't know why Xiao Yan suddenly told him this, and continued to cover his head and feel wronged.

"Xiaoyue was only three or four years old at the time, and she was unwilling to let go of a treasure. Because she liked it so much, she always carried that little bottle everywhere, and finally one day accidentally crushed it."

"The snowflakes inside scattered all over the ground, and then melted. The little girl howled so badly, my mother couldn't help it, and ran all over the city trying to buy her another one, but there is no one selling this thing in a small county."

After Qi Yan finished speaking, she hugged him tightly, rubbing her chin against the top of his soft head.

"Me... Later, I sometimes think of that weather bottle."

"I wondered, did everyone own one or two things when they were young... that were too beautiful, but crystal clear, fragile, and fleeting."

"Forget it, no. What I'm talking about, you just treat me as nonsense and sleep."

"..."

Cheng Cheng silently turned around.

In fact, he was still sulking and didn't want to talk to him.But Xiaoyan's voice was a little nasal, he hated himself for not being able to concentrate, he would feel sorry for such a tragic story without beginning and end, but in the end he was defeated and kissed Qi Yan's chin comfortingly and lip corners.

"I can't buy it."

"In the future, wait until I go to buy you another one, okay?"

"We'll be able to go to big cities when we're in college, and we'll definitely be able to buy them. If not, I'll buy them for you when I go abroad, okay?"

He was very, very earnestly trying to comfort him.

Qi Yan looked at him like he was looking at a fool, and finally sighed and hugged him tightly: "Just stay by my side."

Cheng Cheng struggled unwillingly.

He was so useless, he was taken advantage of without taking it seriously, and he had to comfort the bad guys in turn.Is there any reason?

But who made him like him so much, he really can't do anything about him.

The author has something to say: yes, it can be sweeter for two days der=bsp; keep wontons thanks