I Just Came to Borrow a Light

Yuan Wu put on the rings of the two of them in such a simple and rude way, it took Lin Chengbu a long time to recover.

Then I found that the ring on my finger seemed a little tight.

Yuan Wu probably didn't measure his fingers, so he bought two according to his own fingers?

He squatted in front of the suitcase and didn't have the nerve to ask, after all, Yuan Wu was surprised that he could even think of buying a ring, and he couldn't disappoint.

"It's all ready." Yuan Wu also squatted down in front of him.

"Well," Lin Chengbu nodded, "Let's go now?"

"Wait a minute." Yuan Wu hesitated, grabbed his hand, and took off the ring he put on just now.

"What are you doing!" Lin Chengbu shouted.

"Change it," Yuan Wu lowered his head and grabbed the one he was holding, "Mine...it's loose, the two rings are not the same size."

"...It's not just a number, you still put it in the dumplings?" Lin Chengbu was a little speechless, but he was very moved. He watched Yuan Wu put another ring on his hand, and then quickly snatched it before Yuan Wu put it on himself. Helped him put on the ring, "When did you measure the size?"

"When you fell asleep," Yuan Wu said, "take a rubber band and measure it."

"Oh." Lin Chengbu smiled, as if his heart was covered with fluff.

Yuan Wu's itinerary was as simple and rough as he was wearing a ring. The place where they were going to see the snow was a forest farm. Normally, they could rest for half a day after the plane arrived there, and just take a car the next morning.

But Yuan Wu thought it was troublesome, and he didn't want to spend the night on the way, and it was already thirty when they set off, so he contacted a chartered car, and the driver went to the airport to pick them up and drove directly to the forest farm.

"Prodigal stuff." Lin Chengbu summed it up after he sat on the plane and listened to him finish the itinerary.

"Have you been in the hotel for thirty years?" Yuan Wu covered his eyes with a blanket.

"It's not enough to leave yesterday." Lin Chengbu said.

"I miscalculated the time when I booked the ticket." Yuan Wu still closed his eyes.

Lin Chengbu opened his mouth and didn't say a word, he laughed after thinking about it, touching the ring on his finger and laughing for at least 2 minutes.

"So excited?" Yuan Wu turned his head and glanced at him.

"Well," Lin Chengbu also turned his head to look at him face to face, "I really didn't expect that one day we would be able to travel like this."

"I didn't even think about it," Yuan Wu thought for a while, "I've never traveled before. The farthest place I've been to is from my dad's place to my grandpa's house. It's an hour's flight."

"It's okay." Lin Chengbu took his hand and held it under the blanket, "We can go out to play when we have holidays, wherever we want, it's up to you."

"Yeah." Yuan Wu squeezed his fingers.

"Hey, I haven't asked you yet." Lin Chengbu stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, "When did you buy this ring? I really didn't find out at all."

"When you're at work," Yuan Wu said, "you go out and buy things when you have nothing to do."

"It's like going out to buy a Chinese cabbage," Lin Chengbu said with a smile, and looked at the ring again, "Is there water ripples on it?"

"Shuibo shit," Yuan Wu frowned, "Infinity symbol, haven't you been to elementary school without going to college?"

"...Which elementary school learns the symbol of infinity!" Lin Chengbu clicked his tongue, "Isn't infinity a horizontal 8? It's not an 8 either."

"Abstract," Yuan Wu said, and when Lin Chengbu was still about to speak, he added, "Shut up."

Lin Chengbu didn't speak any more.

After confirming that he would not speak again, Yuan Wu closed his eyes: "I didn't sleep well yesterday, and I didn't sleep enough today. I'll make up for sleepiness. If you talk again, I'll whip you."

"En." Lin Chengbu responded, tilting his head to look at Yuan Wu's side face.

Yuan Wu really fell asleep, frowning and hugging the blanket, in a rather arrogant posture, leaning against the window, with one leg resting on Lin Chengbu's.

"What would you like to drink, sir?" The stewardess came over to deliver drinks.

"Coke," Lin Chengbu hugged Yuan Wu's leg, "Give him a cup of coffee."

After the stewardess walked away, Lin Chengbu looked at the two cups on his table and thought he should have two Cokes, since Yuan Wu didn't seem to be able to wake up right now.

In the end he drank both glasses.

He didn't feel sleepy at all. Last night he was so excited that he didn't sleep much all night, but he wasn't sleepy now, and he didn't feel so excited for three days or five days.

He reached into Yuan Wu's trouser leg and touched it.

This guy was actually wearing a pair of thick long johns... Just as he was about to stuff his hands into his long johns and feel his legs, the stewardess came over to collect the cup.

Lin Chengbu quickly pulled his hand out of Yuan Wu's trouser leg, and handed the cup to the stewardess.

The stewardess glanced at him, held back a smile and walked away.

Gee.

Yuan Wu's drowsiness made up for it very well. When the plane landed, Lin Chengbu pushed him several times before he opened his eyes, with an impatient expression on his face: "Smack you."

"Sit down," Lin Chengbu pulled him up, "here we are."

"Oh." Yuan Wu looked out the window.

"Did you make up for the sleepiness?" Lin Chengbu leaned into his ear and pretended to speak, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Let's do it," Yuan Wu glanced at him, "I'm not sleepy anyway."

After getting off the plane, as soon as Yuan Wu's cell phone was turned on, he received a call from the driver of the chartered car.

"Why is he in a hurry than us?" Lin Chengbu dragged the suitcase.

"His home belongs to the forest farm," Yuan Wu looked at the time, "Hurry back to celebrate the New Year."

Lin Chengbu didn't say a word, he walked happily while dragging the box.

Yuan Wu stared at him for a long time: "If you are sick, let's go to the hospital first."

"No," Lin Chengbu was still happy, "I'm just happy, I want to sing."

"I will beat you for singing." Yuan Wu said.

As soon as he got out of the airport lobby, Old Beifeng rushed towards him with snowflakes swirling around his head.

"Fuck, it's snowing." Lin Chengbu quickly squeezed Yuan Wu's coat, it was quite thick.

"Is it cold?" Yuan Wu had already used up all his hats, masks and scarves.

"It's okay, it's about the same as our usual nights." Lin Chengbu pulled the scarf.

"Here." Yuan Wu handed him a mask.

Lin Chengbu took a look and saw that there was no dick on it, so he put it on. This mask carried the warmth of Yuan Wu's body, and when he closed his eyes and inhaled, he could smell the familiar breath.

The driver was an uncle, very enthusiastic and talkative, and he never stopped talking when the car drove out of the airport.

Yuan Wu kept looking out the window in silence, Lin Chengbu was in a good mood and chatted with the uncle all the time.

"You are engaged in photography." The uncle said.

"Yeah," Lin Chengbu replied without thinking, anyway, he had just chatted with the uncle before, "Can you tell?"

"Yes," the uncle nodded, "your friend can see it."

Lin Chengbu looked at Yuan Wu with a smile, and Yuan Wu pulled off his mask: "He is actually my assistant."

"Yes." Lin Chengbu nodded.

"Actually, you don't need to look to know that the two of you are going to take pictures," the uncle said, "The older ones ran there for the New Year, or they were a young couple, or a family. They're all photographers."

"Oh." Lin Cheng stepped up.

We are on our honeymoon!

The distance from the airport to the forest farm is not short, it takes four to five hours to drive, and there are no cars along the way except for the shuttle bus.

On one side is the somewhat lonely scenery, the cold wind and snow, the white world, on the other side is the warm atmosphere in the car, Lin Chengbu who is always laughing and the uncle who never stops talking.

Yuan Wu felt that this feeling was very strange.

When he was about to arrive at the place, Yuan Wu's cell phone rang again. It was the owner of the homestay where he had booked the room before, asking what time he would arrive, and whether he would have the New Year's Eve dinner with them or in the house.

"It's almost here, about four to ten minutes," Yuan Wu repeated the uncle's words to the boss, "You can prepare the meals, we can eat in the house when we arrive."

"Okay," said the boss, "I have prepared wine for you, it's free, and you can drink as much as you want."

"Thank you." Yuan Wu smiled.

After five o'clock, the car arrived at the forest farm. As soon as he entered the small village, Lin Chengbu was stunned. Regardless of his status as a "photographer", he took out his mobile phone and pressed the outside.

In fact, this way, the thick snow on both sides and the branches wrapped like big cotton swabs have already made him feel very enjoyable, but the small farmyards in front of him are covered by one or two feet of snow. On the firewood stack in the yard, on the wooden courtyard wall, there are piles of fluffy and thick cotton balls that look like huge cotton balls, which can still bring people a kind of surprise that they have never experienced before.

"It's so beautiful." Lin Chengbu whispered in Yuan Wu's ear.

"Well," Yuan Wu stared at a semicircular snow dumpling on a wooden stake not far from the window, "Looks like Yuan Xiao, I'm hungry."

"Here we are, this is the one," the uncle stopped the car and pointed to a snow-covered path, "You can't drive in, or you'll spoil the scenery. You go in here, it's on the left. Good day."

"Thank you, uncle." Lin Chengbu said.

After getting out of the car, the air suddenly became icy cold, Lin Chengbu jumped on the spot: "Fuck, a pair of long johns is not enough."

"I brought woolen trousers and cotton trousers." Yuan Wu said.

"...What about me?" Lin Chengbu was stunned.

"You wear mine," Yuan Wu glanced at him, "You are so skinny now."

"That's right," Lin Chengbu laughed, and hugged his shoulder happily, "And we don't need to divide you and me, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours..."

"No, no, no," Yuan Wu waved his hand, "Your clothes are still yours."

"Damn," Lin Chengbu smiled and strangled his neck, "Why don't you pick out a batch of clothes for me when you go back, according to your style, that's fine, what's yours is mine, what's mine is yours .”

"Yeah." Yuan Wu pulled on his mask.

Lin Chengbu didn't feel much about snow, it would fall every year anyway, but when he stepped into the calf-less snow, he still couldn't help shouting: "Excellent!"

Yuan Wu squatted down, put his hand into the snowdrift with gloves on: "Hey——"

"Hey what?" Lin Chengbu also came over immediately, following his example and thrusting his hand into the snowdrift, "Hey...it's fun."

"Childish," Yuan Wu stood up, "Let's go, hurry up, I'm hungry."

It was getting dark, and the village, which seemed to be almost buried by snow, reflected pieces of silver light. There were red lanterns in every yard, and it seemed that they had left the familiar world.

The B&B chosen by Yuan Wu was called a good day. There were also two strings of lanterns hanging at the door, and there was snow on a large string of corn next to it. Lin Chengbu poked it with his finger: "Ah, it's quite loose."

"They kept these on purpose," Yuan Wu pushed open the door, "Don't let anyone get rid of them."

"Oh." Lin Chengbu squeezed another pinch of snow and rubbed it on his hands.

The boss has already delivered their New Year's Eve dinner to the room. There is a big steaming pot on the stove, and there are many side dishes. Plates and baskets are placed on the table. As soon as you enter the room, you will be greeted with warmth and the aroma of vegetables.

"Your house faces the backyard, so it's quiet," said the boss. "I've heated the kang for you. It's warm and there's hot water."

"Thank you," Lin Chengbu took off his coat and looked out the window, "Can you step on the snow in the backyard?"

"You can step on it, step on it," the boss said, "If you want to see if you haven't been stepped on, go there tomorrow. There are a few yards reserved for you to take pictures... You don't have to get up too early to take pictures of the sunrise. The sunrise here is 08 :30 later."

"Okay," Yuan Wu stood next to the pot, "I'm starving to death."

"Hurry up and eat," the boss smiled, "Just say what you want to add, there are still in the kitchen."

"Thank you." Lin Chengbu said.

The boss enthusiastically told them a bunch of how to play, where to go and how much to take pictures, and then said happy new year and left.

"Hey," Yuan Wu pulled up a chair and sat down by the pot, "This boss is so enthusiastic, I want to push him out."

"Wait." Lin Chengbu pressed his hand that was about to hold the chopsticks.

"What are you waiting for?" Yuan Wu looked at him, "Don't say you are going to get out of bed now, I won't get out, I want to eat."

"...Is this the kind of person I am in your mind, uncle?" Lin Chengbu smiled.

"Otherwise, what kind of person do you think you are, sir," Yuan Wu put his hand in his pocket helplessly, "tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Drink some soup slowly first," Lin Chengbu said, "I have something to do when I go out, I'll be back soon."

"What are you going to do?" Yuan Wu was stunned.

"I'm going to ask the boss something." Lin Chengbu took a bowl and filled him with soup, "Wait for me, okay?"

"This tone," Yuan Wu touched his face, "why is it so pitiful."

"You," Lin Chengbu sat next to him, propped his left hand on his knee, pointed at him with his right hand, and suppressed his voice, "Wait here for me, if I tell you to wait, just wait."

Yuan Wu saw that he didn't speak, and after a while, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup: "President with mental retardation."

"Wait," Lin Chengbu stood up with a smile, put his arms around him and kissed him, "I'll be back in 10 minutes at most."

"Well," Yuan Wu nodded, "I'll start eating if I don't come back in 10 minutes."

"It must be back," Lin Chengbu said, "Wait for me."

"Okay." Yuan Wu took another sip of soup.

Lin Cheng strode out.

The chef probably prepared some kind of surprise.

Yuan Wu picked up a large spoon and stirred it in the pot, the aroma came out, and his stomach growled.

10 minutes?

Yuan Wu thinks that a chef's surprise is probably what kind of dish he cooks.

But what dish can be prepared in 10 minutes?

Thinking of another delicious dish, Yuan Wu's stomach growled again.

He took out his mobile phone, adjusted a 10-minute countdown, put it on the table, and started to practice endurance in front of the timer and a pot of delicious dishes.

When the timer went back to 2 minutes, Yuan Wu heard someone knock twice on the window facing the backyard.

He turned his head and saw Lin Chengbu's face through the opened curtain.

"Why?" he asked.

The windows are very thick, so Lin Chengbu can only see his mouth shape when he speaks.

"Come here." Lin Chengbu shouted and waved at him.

Yuan Wu hesitated for a moment, stood up and walked over. With this temperature, the dishes are placed in the backyard?

Is the skin frozen?

He walked to the window and looked out. There were also lanterns hanging in the backyard, but there were no lights. Apart from the silver light reflected on the snow, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Lin Chengbu took out an emergency light, knocked on the window again, and shouted: "Open the window!"

"No," Yuan Wu refused decisively, "I'm cold."

"Fuck, I'm cold!" Lin Chengbu knocked on the window again, "Open!"

Yuan Wu opened the window, and a gust of cold wind swept in. He grabbed the coat next to him and put it on: "Are you crazy?"

"Here, take it." Lin Chengbu turned on the emergency light, "Look at what's on the ground."

Yuan Wu took the lamp and shone the light on the snow in the backyard.

There are quite a lot of footprints.

In the middle of the footprints, there are some roads that seem to be drawn with branches.

Yuan Wu looked carefully at the light of the emergency light and was stunned.

Is it a painting?

... Heavenly Father?

Of course not, Yuan Wu soon saw clearly.

This painting shows two profiles, facing each other... kissing.

Yuan Wu was a little surprised, the face was quite rough, but with a few simple strokes, the features were accurately grasped, and he could tell at a glance that it was Lin Chengbu and himself.

The one on the left is Lin Chengbu... nothing special, mainly on the right, the hair hanging down on the forehead and the braid at the back of the head, this is me.

"Did you draw it?" Yuan Wu asked.

"Well," Lin Chengbu nodded, "Look carefully!"

"Oh." Yuan Wu tugged at his collar, and took another careful look at the painting with the light.

LOVE.

Below the two faces are written simple four letters.

Yuan Wu's first reaction was that this person was really illiterate and couldn't even write ILOVEYOU completely.

The second reaction was that a burst of warmth quickly spread from the heart to the whole body, and suddenly some noses felt sore.

"Be careful." Lin Chengbu reminded again.

Yuan Wu took the lamp and scanned the painting slowly for the third time.

When the light passed through the eyes of the two, a thin light flashed.

Yuan Wu paused, and then looked back to take photos.

There was light in both eyes, and it was very bright, completely different from the reflection of the snow. He stared at it twice: "What's there?"

"Want to come out and take a look?" Lin Chengbu turned his head and asked with a smile.

Yuan Wu pushed open the two windows and jumped out directly from the windowsill.

When he came to this painting, the light in his eyes was already very clear, and Yuan Wu could see what it was.

He bent down and pointed the light at the snow, his voice trembling slightly: "Ring?"

"Well," Lin Chengbu walked across to him, took out a ring from the snow, took his hand, and said with a smile, "I bought it too, and I thought of giving it to you in the future."

"Ah." Yuan Wu looked at him.

"I didn't choose the middle-aged and old style." Lin Chengbu looked at his finger, put the ring on, and placed it side by side with the previous one, "You will definitely like it."

Yuan Wu withdrew his hand, looked down at the ring on his hand, and did not speak.

"Do you like it?" Lin Chengbu asked softly.

"En." Yuan Wu responded.

Lin Chengbu smiled and said nothing, looked at Yuan Wu, and after waiting for a long time Yuan Wu didn't move, he just lowered his head and stared at the ring, he had to clear his throat: "Hey, uncle."

"Ah?" Yuan Wu looked up at him.

"Mine," Lin Chengbu pointed to the ground, "it's over there."

"Oh." Yuan Wu pinched the ring from the snow.

He stretched out his hand in front of Yuan Wu: "I always thought you should be a very romantic person, why are you so out of tune when it comes to critical moments."

"Shut up." Yuan Wu said, took his hand, put the ring on his finger, and placed it side by side with the previous one.

"I don't have much to say," Lin Chengbu said, "I thought I had a lot to say, but think about it, after chasing you for so long, I don't need to say anything, right?"

"Well," Yuan Wu grabbed his hand and stretched his own to the side, "I have 'A Hundred Sentences of Love in Little Steps' in my mind."

"I love you," Lin Chengbu said, "I also know you love me."

Yuan Wu looked at him.

"Is it a bit nasty?" Lin Chengbu asked.

"Very good." Yuan Wu said.

"Well," Lin Chengbu smiled, feeling a little cold, he must be hungry, "go back to the house for dinner?"

"En." Yuan Wu responded, but did not move.

"Taste the boss's wine..." Lin Chengbu twitched his hands and wanted to stand up, but Yuan Wu didn't let go, so he had to continue squatting, "What's wrong? Are you frozen?"

Yuan Wu pulled off his mask, smiled, and lowered his head to kiss his finger lightly.

The author has something to say: Alright, this is the end of the text ⊙▽⊙, thank you for watching ⊙▽⊙.

Tomorrow will start to update the episode ^O^/.

I won’t say much about the nasty words. Anyway, there is another pitfall. I will write it seriously. Come and take a look when you have time.Although the air conditioner is blowing, the author who has no food said with some emotion.

I will talk about the general situation of the next article slowly on the scarf, and then I will preview the copy first, by the way, I can’t rush, Amen.After writing this sentence, the author who was suddenly notified that he had something to eat said happily again.