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"I cry when I fuck you, and I cry when I don't. Now I have to bring a few more packs of facial tissues when I go out with you."

Si Ji, who had red eyes, walked towards the cafeteria, Zuo Yan teased him all the way.Si Ji was still immersed in the emotions just now, and replied unconvinced: "Yeah, you still brought baby wipes, how fucking considerate."

Zuo Yan pressed the back of his head: "Who told you to be like a child."

"Then you have the guts not to be a kid, huh?" Si Ji glanced at him sideways, with a few unwiped tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, "I'll tell you, my love for crying was passed on to me by the old Si Ji. TV dramas can cry to death, I am much better than him."

There were already people in and out of the cafeteria at this point, and a few aunts squatted at the back door to pick vegetables, and when they saw the two, they asked "what's the matter".No matter how thick-skinned they were, they couldn't step on the slop bucket to climb the wall in front of the aunt, so they had to leave through the gate openly.The main entrance is facing a lively side street, and there is an elementary school not far away. The vendors selling snacks have started working one after another, and the smell of fried skewers and sweet-scented osmanthus wafts in the air.Si Ji sniffled and said that when I was a child, there were instant noodles sold here, and they were cooked in a pot of boiling water. They were delicious, and the old Si often bought them for me.

Of course, she was also scolded by Si's mother.

"Your parents educated you very well." Zuo Yan stared at his face, as if he was trying to connect him with the upright image of the old Si.

"Yes, Lao Si is quite qualified as a father." Si Ji glanced around, and his attention was quickly attracted by an old man selling cotton candy.The uncle used colored sugar, and the three colors of sugar shredded seamlessly, and soon a cotton candy with three layers of red, yellow and green appeared in his hand.After wrapping it quickly, the uncle looked at Si Ji kindly: "Young man, do you want to have a taste?"

Si Ji laughed.Zuo Yan asked the price, and when he took out coins to pay the bill, he said yes, one for our children.Taking the candy out of the side street, Si Ji quickly removed the wrapping paper, squeezed them into a small lump with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth: "...It's so refreshing, I haven't eaten like this for a long time."

He raised the remaining half to Zuo Yan's mouth, and motioned him to taste it too: "Strawberry, banana and watermelon taste almost like a condom." Zuo Yan had no choice but to stick out his tongue and lick it, pushing his dirty hand away up.Si Ji's face was slightly red, and he complained while chewing: "You also said that you are not dirty, eating candy is so pornographic."

After he finished eating, Zuo Yan grabbed his sticky palm and went to a restaurant to borrow a faucet to wash him.Si Ji grinned from the cold, saying that you are becoming more and more like my father, and you have no interest at all. "Uncle has no interest, you are like this... It's hard to explain in words, if you have it, you can do it." Holding his red hands and warming them, Zuo Yan teased, "But sometimes you are really no different from the students in my kindergarten."

"It's good to be like a child. I want to cry, I want to smile..." After thanking the boss, Si Ji led Zuo Yan to the back alley. This time he didn't forget the old Si's bicycle. There are many calluses on my uncle's fingers, probably from a bamboo stick... When I saw him, I suddenly remembered that when I was very young, I should have just entered elementary school, and once I saw a homeless man on the street."

In winter, the wind was very strong, and Lao Si felt sorry for his wife, so he went to school alone to pick Si Ji home.On the side of the road, a homeless man wrapped in a military overcoat was leaning on a trash can, drowsy.Si Ji was curious, ran over and stared at him for a long time, and asked the old Si many questions.Hearing that the homeless man had no food to eat, Si Ji asked Lao Si for money, which was quite a lot, ten yuan.The boss gave it without hesitation.Surprised but polite, the tramp tried to pull him with shaking hands.Si Ji avoided it at first, not because he thought it was dirty, but because he was afraid of being scolded by the old Si; he turned to look at the old Si, but the old Si's eyes turned red inexplicably, and said that it's okay to shake hands with this uncle.

"Later he also said very literaryly: I know that one day your heart will harden, but I hope that day will come as late as possible." Si Ji walked around a clump of dry grass and stopped to look at Zuo Yan, " I didn't understand it at the time, but now I suddenly understand it... My dad is really the most sentimental man I've ever met."

Seeing that Zuo Yan was a little moved, Si Ji smiled: "Moved? Then when are you going to pay a formal visit to him?"

"...Let's talk about it tomorrow when you have the strength to get up."

After strolling around for a while, after dinner, Si Ji took Zuo Yan to ride to the riverside.Together they walked through the dark alley they had visited in the summer, and pushed their bicycles up the embankment.During the period, Zuo Yan was bumped into by Si Ji's backpack and his face hurt, and he said he wanted to help him carry it, but Si Ji refused to let him, saying that it contained good things and could not be exposed in advance.It got dark very early, and I followed the stone ladder to the riverside. The water surface was blue and shining, reflecting bright stars.In winter, the water of the Yangtze River is shallow and colder than ever. The two walked towards the river by stepping on the exposed stones on the beach until they could touch the water with their hands.

Finding a flat stone surface, they pulled Zuo Yan to sit down together, and Si Ji hissed: "It's so cold! I knew I'd put two warm babies on my butt."

Zuo Yan couldn't help laughing, he spoke up, and then put his hand on the stone: "Sit down again."

"No, you dote on me too much." However, Si Ji still sat down on the back of his hand, "Suppress it. Then you won't be able to escape."

The north wind is much gentler than in the afternoon, and the cooling will not hurt the skin.Si Ji was in a good mood, with a pure smile on his face all the time.Take off the backpack, he said you turn around, I want to show you something nice.After carefully taking out a wooden box from the bag, he poked Zuo Yan's back and agreed that he could turn around.

The box is very small, remodeled from children's toys, with a small green parrot on it; the thing inside the box is even smaller: a palm-sized cake.

A flower is made of pink and blue on the custard, and the stamen is dotted with some chocolate, which looks cute and delicate.

Si Ji held it in his hand and peeled off the plastic wrapping on it.Zuo Yan stared at his fingertips, and said that it was fortunately not crushed.Si Ji glanced at him, blushing: "If I want to crush you, I was squeezed by your face when I was driving you. I protected it carefully enough."

After finishing speaking, he took out a twisted candle from his bag and said, you choose, put it in the middle or on the side?Zuo Yan hesitated for a long time, a little disgusted: "The place is too small, it's hard to choose." Si Ji was not happy, and took a light green candle and poked it into the middle of the cake, but he was excited and shy, and the thin candle hadn't been inserted yet. , and he broke it.

With a wail, he felt like he was about to cry again: "Damn it! One hundred secrets and one sparse! Why didn't I think of taking a few more!"

Zuo Yan laughed softly, took out a lighter from the pocket of his cotton coat, and acted very calmly.Si Ji's eyes flashed: "I know what you are going to do...but it is not windproof, it will go out."

"It's okay." Zuo Yan said.He pulled out his numb hand and put it around Si Ji's shoulder.Immediately, Si Ji's arm was grabbed and lifted up, and the cake was held in front of their faces.Zuo Yan said it was ok, and then blocked the oncoming wind with his hands.With a snap, the lighter lit up in the middle of his palm, and the light of the fire reflected the little flowers on the cake, and Si Ji's face, which was depressed before but now began to giggle.Yellow at the top and blue at the bottom, the flames swayed in the wind leaking through the fingers, but never extinguished.Si Ji smiled with crooked brows and eyes, and leaned against Zuo Yan's face. He didn't dare to open his mouth, so he could only puff up his cheeks and said word by word, "Hurry up and make three wishes, and it will definitely come true."

The sweet aroma of the cream penetrates into the nostrils warmly.A few seconds later, Zuo Yan blew out the lighter, then grabbed the back of Si Ji's head and kissed him.Si Ji held up the cake with one hand, and hugged him back tremblingly with the other.The cold lips gradually became hot during the friction, the gap between the teeth was forcefully pushed open, and the tongues of the two were entangled.

I forgot to sing the birthday song, but it doesn't matter anymore.As soon as the kiss was over, Si Ji's face turned red, he stuffed the cake into Zuo Yan's hand, and said, "Eat it quickly, if you eat it, all your wishes will come true!"

"I'll give you a flower petal," Zuo Yan took a bite, and then fed it to Si Ji.Si Ji unceremoniously licked a circle of chocolate, and suddenly tore off the collar of the down jacket: "Look, in order to create an atmosphere, I also specially wore a pink sweater."

"Well, what happened?"

"But, damn it, you are more romantic after all."

"It's okay, it's much better than before." Zuo Yan straightened his clothes for him, and then leaned up to kiss the back of his neck, "At least I didn't spray toilet water."

"...Go away. No more presents."

"And gifts?"

"Of course. I'm a very particular person." Si Ji pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head and took out a glass box from his backpack and handed it to him, "Take it."

Inside was a rose folded out of red paper.

"This is my deluxe rose."

Luxurious indeed.It was too big, stretching it out to Zuo Yan could cover half of his face.Zuo Yan laughed loudly: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Looking at his face under the moonlight, Si Ji cleared his throat, suddenly a little shy: "Hey, let me tell you, a rose represents—"

"Let's talk later," Zuo Yan restrained his smile slightly, and interrupted him softly, "Si Ji, let me tell you a story first."