Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

After swimming for a while, the two heard voices greeting them on the beach.

Swim back to the shore, and immediately smell the tangy barbecue aroma.The three service staff squeezed the juice, squeezed the juice, and grilled the barbecue. The Cheng family's parents were not idle, and they also handled the oysters by themselves.

Jian Zeping came up after swimming alone for a while before. He had already taken a shower and was helping to skewer meat on bamboo sticks with his wet hair.

The barbecue grill has been set up and the charcoal fire has already been lit.The smell of charcoal fire mixed with the smell of spices will whet your appetite.

Mother Cheng watched the two boys go ashore, and asked the service staff to wrap them in a big towel, and said:

"Go take a shower, change your clothes, and come over for dinner."

The sky is already dark at this time, the sea is wide and calm, unobstructed, and the sunset glow as beautiful as oil paint is smeared on the horizon connecting with the sea, transitioning from brilliant gold to magnificent purple, the beauty is breathtaking.

In the evening, the temperature dropped, and I didn't feel it when I was in the water, but now I was on the beach, and the sea breeze blew, and my whole body felt cool immediately.

Jian Ze'an couldn't help wrapping the big bath towel tighter: "Then I'll go back to the villa and take a shower first."

Cheng Zichen looked at the wet and frizzy hair on his head, as well as the cheeks with drops of water and even two grains of sand, even the eyelashes were glued together, and his lips were slightly purple in color, probably because of the cold , the whole person is like a little chick with wet feathers, looking a little embarrassed.

But when he looked at it, he still found it cute no matter how he looked at it.

He stretched out his hand to gently grab the sand on the other's cheek: "Go quickly, turn the water hotter."

"You too."

The two went back to their own villas to take a shower, changed their clothes and came back. The first wave of skewers has been grilled, and several service staff have left—the two families don’t like the family members’ relaxing time. Yes, so after the preparations are done, I plan to bake it by myself later.

Cheng's parents and Jian Zeping didn't move their chopsticks, they were waiting for them.

"Come, come!"

Father Cheng saw the two people first, and greeted them with great interest.

"Try, my grilled beef kebabs, your mother's grilled capuchin fish."

He told Cheng Zichen.

Cheng Zichen sat next to his father, while Jian Ze'an sat down opposite him - next to his brother.

As soon as Jian Ze'an sat down, Cheng's mother handed over two skewers of fish. He quickly thanked him, took a bite of the Duochun fish belly, and immediately squinted his eyes happily—"A lot of fish roe!"

"I know it suits your taste." Mother Cheng looked at him lovingly, "You loved eating fish roe when you were a child. At that time, you lived in a large courtyard, and we often ate together. You see, there are fish, other places It doesn't matter, the fish roe must be eaten. If someone else eats it, you will feel sad."

"Ah?" Jian Ze'an didn't remember this kind of thing at all, and felt ashamed when he heard it, and said embarrassedly, "It seems that I was a brat at that time. I don't know anything, protect food..."

"No." Cheng's mother shook her head instead, "You are very good. Even if you don't eat, you don't make trouble, just sit there with aggrieved face and mouth."

Speaking of this, Mother Cheng laughed:

"At that time, you and Zichen had a very good relationship. Zichen knew that you liked to eat fish roe. Afterwards, every time our two families ate together, once they ordered fish, he would ask the waiter if the fish had roe, and then the fish would be eaten." When serving the table, I was in a hurry to open the belly of the fish, and when I found the fish roe, I would turn the turntable and say, 'Brother, eat'."

Reminiscing and remembering, the smile on the corner of Cheng's mother's mouth grew wider and wider, tender and nostalgic:

"Hey, Zichen has this temperament. When he was a child, he was like a little old man. He didn't want to play with other children's Ultraman tanks. He didn't want this or that if other children wanted it. Instead, his grandfather played with other people. Chess, he didn’t talk and just watched it. Other parents said your son is so obedient, why should I say so? When we got along, I breathed a sigh of relief, he just had a lot of emotions in front of you, and he would take the initiative to ask for things for you. I said that this kid has people and things he likes, and it’s okay.”

These are things from a very young age.

Jian Ze'an didn't have any impression.He guessed that Cheng Zichen didn't remember either.

He listened with relish, imagining how he got along with Cheng Zichen when he was a child, and couldn't help but bend his eyes.

It was only after hearing that Cheng's mother said with a smile, "This kid has people and things he likes", he couldn't take a breath, almost choked, and immediately turned his head and coughed twice.

It also attracted Cheng's mother's concerned inquiries.

Jian Ze'an repeatedly waved his hands and said it was okay, but he could not hold back his eyes and secretly glanced at Cheng Zichen, feeling a little guilty and uncontrollably sweet.

Although I know that what Cheng's mother said is the love of children for their friends, but because the protagonist in the words has just completed a change in the definition of identity today, such a description has a kind of weirdness, quietly under the circumstances that the parents are at a loss. The stimulation of "Dark Passing Song".

Jian Ze'an secretly looked at Cheng Zichen, and met Cheng Zichen's smiling eyes.

When they look at each other, they know where they are thinking.

Jian Ze'an took a big sip of fruit juice, suppressed his cough, and secretly felt happy.

Cheng Zichen was right across from him, and when he looked up, he saw the twilight. In the dim light, the young man turned his face slightly, holding the straw from the juice cup in his mouth, pursing the corner of his mouth deliberately, as if trying to maintain a calm expression, afraid The parents noticed the clues, but they couldn't control it, and there was joy in their eyes.

Cheng Zichen was suddenly poked in the heart.

He couldn't hold back, thinking of what his mother said about the two when they were young, and thinking about how special he was to this person when he was a child, a strange feeling rose in his chest.

He smiled, picked up the grilled capillon fish that he had just brought to his plate, and handed it to Jian Ze'an:

"Brother eat?"

The tone of this sentence is full of smiles, deliberately saying what his mother said, what he said when he was a child.

Cheng's parents and Jian Zeping both laughed.

Cheng's mother also smiled and said, "Zichen, you can actually joke like this?"

Jian Ze'an was caught off guard and glared at him angrily.

The boy on the opposite side said softly with a smile:

"I'll give you whatever you like, who told you that you are the one I like."

Jian Ze'an suddenly froze.

The first time he reacted, he looked at the three adults next to him with a guilty conscience. They were still laughing and talking about the funny things about the two of them when they were young, as if they didn't pay attention.

—But it is also really bold.

Even if he just listened to the voice and seemed to be joking with the things in his childhood, anyone who saw Cheng Zichen's expression at this moment could read the endless tenderness and seriousness in the boy's eyes.

"How dare you."

Jian Ze'an lowered his voice cautiously, glanced at the adults again, complained, but felt like a bottle of sparkling wine had been opened in his heart, bubbling and bubbling in the sweet fruity aroma.

"They can't hear it." Cheng Zichen watched the boy opposite him take the grilled fish, took a bite and showed a satisfied expression, feeling that he understood himself when he was a child.

I can't wait to give him all the things the other person likes, just to make him happy.

The adults chatted, from the scenery here to the shopping malls, the national economy and the people's livelihood, and the action of baking things slowed down.

Cheng Zichen glanced at it, got up and went to the oven, took out the previously grilled food and put it on a large plate, brushed some oil on the grill, and grilled the chicken wings and beef and mutton skewers dressed by the service staff before. .

Jian Zhe'an was bored sitting there by himself, so he also leaned over, stood behind Cheng Zichen, stretched his neck, took a deep breath, and immediately sighed contentedly: "It smells so good!"

He added, "I'll help you."

"It's all ready, it just needs to be baked, and it takes less than two people."

Cheng Zichen handed him the plate containing the baked food,

"You sit there and eat first."

"My brother is talking about the stock market with your parents, and I'm bored sitting there alone."

Jian Ze'an muttered something, then lowered his voice again,

"Want to stay by your side."

Cheng Zichen tightened his grip on the trap, and almost ignored him to catch him to beg for the "reward" he won in swimming.

It's a pity that everyone in the family is here, so he doesn't want to be presumptuous, so he just took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Student Ze'an, you made a foul."

His voice is very low, and the voice is soft, reaching the ears, like a cello vibrating strings on the eardrums, stirring up tiny trembling ripples.

Jian Ze'an's ears froze when he heard it, and subconsciously made a movement of covering his ears:

"...Who made the foul?"

Cheng Zichen glanced at him, the twilight was getting thicker now, and the surrounding light was already dim, only three small light bulbs with low brightness were dotted under the shed set up here, casting an oily yellow warm light.

The boy's pupils reflected the light from the bulb, shining brightly.

Not just the eyes.He just ate the skewers, and his lips were stained with oil, which also reflected a faint light, which looked very delicious.

The young man was full of vigor, and Cheng Zichen didn't dare to look at him too much, for fear he couldn't help it.

He turned his head and turned the food on the grill again, picked out a bunch of grilled pork belly skewers, brushed them with dipping sauce, sprinkled cumin and chili powder, and handed them to Jian Ze'an:

"To save you from watching, eat something."

However, Jian Ze'an didn't answer.

He stood beside Cheng Zichen, poked his head over, and took a bite of the other's hand.

Cheng Zichen felt the young man's arm sticking to his. After taking a shower, although the smell of shower gel lingered on his body, the smell of barbecue was so strong that it should be completely overwhelmed, but he just felt that he smelled a faint smell of mint .

His heart beat hard, and the fingers holding the bamboo stick suddenly exerted force, and the pads of his fingers were squeezed out a little pale.He was about to say something.

The adults chatting over there may have raised their heads inadvertently. Seeing their behavior, Cheng's mother smiled and said:

"These two children have had such a good relationship since childhood."

But Jian Zeping lightly blamed him: "Ze'an, don't make trouble with Zichen if you don't help."

He said he was blaming, but his tone was more conniving.

Jian Ze'an raised his head and made a face at his brother Yaoyao.

Jian Zeping smiled helplessly, and went to chat with Cheng's parents again.

Cheng Zichen watched Jian Ze'an finish dealing with the adults, twisted the stick in his hand, and adjusted a more convenient posture for feeding him: "Do you still want to eat?"

Jian Ze'an wiped her face, her face became hot: "No need. I will eat by myself."

He reached out to take the stick, but Cheng Zichen flashed it.Jian Ze'an looked up at him in puzzlement, and the other party's eyes were full of smiles:

"Finish."

Jian Ze'an: "...Are you kidding me?"

Trying it can be said to be a sudden playfulness. He is really a big man to be fed, which is too embarrassing.

"You started." The other party smiled lowly, "And I think, it seems to feel pretty good."

He insisted.Jian Ze'an blushed and glared at him bitterly, but still gritted his teeth and took two bites from the opponent's hand.

Cheng Zichen saw that he was already very ashamed and angry, he didn't tease him to the end, he smiled and ate the last two bites himself.

But Jian Ze'an also felt that if they did it this way, the two of them would leave so much roasted food instead of eating it, and if they had to eat this skewer together, it would seem even more...meaty.

There was smoke on his face, his expression was dull, once again he regretted that he should suddenly want to take that bite with Cheng Zichen's hand.

It's just that when I saw Cheng Zichen's broad back from behind, and his overly handsome side face when he lowered his head, his heart was eager to move, and he couldn't help but want to try it.

It's just that the impulsiveness is over, and it will be terribly embarrassing to look back.

... so childish.

And it's gross.

When I used to go to the snack street after school, I saw a girl pestering her boyfriend to feed her. At that time, it seemed to be white fire, and she said with envy that he also wanted to fall in love. After hearing that, Jian Zean’s first reaction was to laugh and talk to Lin Xiao complained, saying that he couldn't tell that such a big man still had such a nasty hobby.

As a result now,

He did it on impulse.

Not only did he do it, but he was actually not the one who was fed, but the one who begged to be fed.

Jian Ze'an was so impulsive that he almost died of embarrassment.

And what's worse, he might be really crazy. On the one hand, he despises himself in his heart, but on the other hand, he actually thinks...not bad.

Very happy?

While despising himself, he realized helplessly and resignedly that it seemed that when he suddenly fell in love, people became different.

Maybe being with this person in front of him, trying everything makes him feel happy.

Those stupid things that I joked about in the past turned out not to be stupid by others, but because I didn't have anyone who wanted to try it with me.

The author has something to say: Ah, the innocent love of the stupid teenagers~~