his little candy

The water of the Spring River is also translucent green in winter, as clear as a tourmaline gem. Standing in an apartment building near the city center, by virtue of the terrain, you can just overlook the entire river city.

Han Che took a shower just now and changed his clothes again.

The boy in the white shirt stared into the distance with his eyes. When the breeze blew, the boy's soft black hair was lifted, and Song Guo seemed to feel fog in his eyes.

The boy's back was shrouded in a layer of golden light, and the light laid down, every stroke was the most gentle line.

The blue sky is dyed with the vastness of twilight, and the fleeting years have passed through the curve of the palm.

Song Guo lightly took Han Che's hand, her eyes flicked over the lines on the palm, and the surrounding atmosphere was filled with delicate and simple beauty.

"Ache."

"Ah."

Han Che turned his head, his thin lips curled into a shallow arc, and the corners of his eyes protruded inwardly and outwardly. In the mist, they were somewhat like peach blossom eyes, and he fell into a dream at a glance.

Song Guo's heart skipped a beat, and she threw herself into Han Che's arms, tightly wrapping her arms around the boy's waist. Smelling the light scent of the white shirt on the boy's body, the corners of her mouth curled up in satisfaction.

"Ache is so pretty, Ache is the prettiest boy, Guoguo's favorite boy."

Song Guo was nestled in Han Che's arms, Wu Nong's soft voice had no offensive power, but it was like an invisible weapon, directly smashed into his chest and captured his city.

Han Che heard the sound of his heart beating like a drum, and muttered silently in his heart.

He met Song Guo in this life, and confessed.

The two hugged each other tightly, and the time passed silently, until Miaohuang suddenly let out a "meow", and jumped back from the balcony next door, like a scout, and the two of them seemed to have a feeling, and relaxed. opened.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the sliding door of the balcony next door made a sound, the door opened from the inside, and Mother Song came out.

"Hey, Guoguo, you are at the little neighbor's house. Mom thought you were not at home."

"I'm writing the test paper at Han Che's house."

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Song Guo clutched her stomach.

Mother Song said softly, "Go home when you're hungry, and Mom will cook for you."

Mother Song enters the room.

Song Guo looked at Han Che, "I'm going home."

Han Che looked resentful of being abandoned, and Song Guo waited for Song's mother to enter the room completely, then tiptoed up and gave Han Che a "boo" on the face, and waited for Han Che to touch his face stupidly. The little cutie was already carrying her schoolbag, and ran towards the door with a slam, and slammed the door shut.

Song's mother is cooking in the kitchen, Song's father is dealing with unfinished business in the study, and Song Guo is washing and picking vegetables for Song's mother.

"Mom, why did you go to grandma's house all of a sudden?"

Mother Song cleaned out the rice, put the rice cooker into the rice cooker, plugged it in, and said, "Mom and Dad miss Grandma too, so let's go and see Grandma."

Song Guo muffled: "I miss grandma too, um, Guoguo wants to go too."

Song's mother came over and put Song Guo's washed sweet peppers on the chopping board, "Give the kitchen knife to Mom." Song Guo handed over the kitchen knife, and Song's mother said again: "I will take you back to your hometown to see when you are on winter vacation."

Song Guo's eyes moved slightly, and her lips twitched: "Mom, classmate Han Che is so pitiful. He lives alone in Jiangcheng and has no relatives here. Or we can let him come to our house for dinner in the future."

Mother Song was cutting vegetables, and looked up at Song Guo, "You two have a good relationship at school? I think you often go to him."

Song Guo nodded: "Yes, student Han Che studies well, and the students like it very much. Han Che is very popular with girls in No. [-] Middle School."

"Student Han Che has won several national ones in high school, which is very good. There are not many in the whole country every year."

Song's mother glanced at Song Guo, "Why are you so energetic when you mention Han Che? It's their business to study well, and it's not that you won the National One. Why are you so excited?"

Song Guo pursed his lips, but did not make a sound, but felt honored in his heart, and hummed: That is the boy I like.

Mother Song nodded, and thoughtfully said: "But it's true, you should learn more from others. Mom was afraid that talking about classmate Han Che every day would hurt your self-confidence. I didn't expect you to talk about it before I said it. .”

"Then go ask classmate Han Che to come over for dinner. Anyway, it's commonplace. The child is alone in Jiangcheng and has no one to take care of him. It's quite pitiful."

Song Guo pursed her lips, turning her small mouth into a small cherry, suppressed the joy in her heart, wiped her hands, took her mobile phone, and ran to the balcony.

As a result, the boy stood on the balcony without him sending a message. Unexpectedly, Song Guo ran out suddenly. pull.

The winter night came early, and in the twilight, the lights of thousands of houses were lit, but the young man was guarding the quiet corner of the balcony.

Song Guo's eyes were slightly sour, and her nose was also sore, she lowered her head and sent a message on her mobile phone.

"Baby let you go home for dinner."

Han Che also took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, and raised his head in confusion.

Song Guo glared at him, the balcony hadn't turned on the light, and halfway through sending the message, it felt a bit dim to type.

Song Guo turned around, looked for the wall, turned on the balcony light, and then lowered her head to finish sending the message.

"Song Guo belongs to Han Che, and Song Guo's home is also Han Che's home. Your baby is calling you home for dinner."

Miao Huang had better eyesight than Han Che, and jumped over in an instant, and was held in Song Guo's arms. Han Che watched the people and cats enter the room next door, and the curvature of the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising, especially when the little things entered the room. Mouthing towards him, like...

I'll wait for you to come home.

Han Che looked at the retro lamp hanging on the wall on the balcony next door. It was a lamp that Song Guo lit for him.

The warm yellow light seemed to bring warmth, pouring into the heart at once, even though the twilight was cool, the whole body seemed to be wrapped in that warmth.

Many years later.

Even though he was standing alone, that lamp was also the unparalleled white moonlight in his heart.

Song Guo was in the house and heard Han Che's voice in the living room.

"Hello Auntie."

"Hey, classmate Han Che, come in quickly and sit on the sofa." Mother Song poked her head out from the kitchen, and said again: "Guoguo is in the room, or you can go and play with Guoguo."

"Okay." Han Che's voice sounded, and Song Guo sat up from the bed, took her things, and ran to the door, waiting for Han Che to enter the room, ready to surprise him.

As a result, when Han Che opened the door, Song Guo let out a "wow", held up the dinosaur doll to Han Che, and looked at Han Che again.

Han Che: There is no fluctuation in my eyes, and I even want to laugh.

Song Guo's small face drooped, "It's not fun, you weren't scared."

Han Che closed the door, rubbed Song Guo's hair, and put it close to his ear, "I can feel you standing at the door, how can I be scared."

Song Guo was surprised: "Ah? Really."

Han Che nodded seriously: "Of course, after all, we have a good heart."

Song Guo blushed, "I hate it, you're a liar."

Han Che lovingly rubbed Song Guo's hair, looked down at the dinosaur doll in Song Guo's arms, and frowned, "This thing... so ugly!"

Song Guo lowered his face and said angrily: "You are not allowed to say ugly."

Han Che said "uh" and touched the tip of his nose, "This thing...is so cute," his tone was really against his will.

However, anyway, Ai Wuji Wu, thinking of the little things, the dolls of the little things, no matter how ugly, Han Che directly blocked it aesthetically, and used to think that all the little things are cute.

"However, the name is Chou Chou?" Han Che, who was fooled by the double-standard cutie, was aggrieved enough.

"Well, Ruanruan gave me a birthday present. I just took it out of the closet a few days ago. My mother washed it and stuffed it in the closet for me. I thought it was gone, and I couldn't find it after searching for a long time."

Han Che didn't want to hear about the source and little things about Chouchou, and how many unforgettable years of friendship he had with Chouchou.

This is a man blinded by jealousy, looking at the little dinosaur doll, no matter how ugly he looks.

Han Che frowned, pointing at the dinosaur doll that Song Guo held tightly in his arms.

"Hold it for a while, and keep holding it."

Song Guo buried her face in the dinosaur doll, and when she heard Han Che's voice, she raised her head and let out a soft groan.

"uh-huh."

Han Che gritted his teeth, and it seemed that he was going to make a bigger move.

Song Guo was hugging the dinosaur doll when she felt a scorching gaze. Of course she knew who it was. Song Guo raised her head and saw Han Che with one hand in the pocket of the beige slacks, tilting his head , approaching him.

The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up, and two buttons were undone, revealing the young and angular jaw, and the bulging Adam's apple, which slid up and down when speaking, with smooth arcs, beautiful and sexy.

Han Che approached slowly, Song Guo raised his face, and the breath of the two began to linger on the face.

Song Guo felt the boy's breath lightly and shallowly sprinkled on his face, the heat was spreading, and the air seemed to become denser. When he opened his mouth, the voice he made became soft and sticky, "What are you doing?"

Han Che pursed his lips, with a smile on his face, calm and melodious, and said in a straightforward and serious way: "Beauty, temptation."

Song Guo's face instantly looked like that of a hard-boiled egg, and she gave Han Che a shy and timid look, her baby's fat cheeks puffed up, and she hummed softly.

"Don't be ashamed!"

As the light became hazier, Han Che's eyes, without the cold arc seen in the blue sky and daylight, became lingering and misty, more like a pair of beautifully shaped peach blossom eyes. Swinging around, I am so awesome!

Song Guo's heart was pounding, she calmed down, and then moved closer to Han Che, stretched out her hand to touch Han Che's face, and kneaded Han Che's face from the clear brow bone to the smooth bridge of the nose like kneading dough. From the thin lips like a knife, to the smooth jaw, until his white and tender fingers came back to the lips again, and wanted to withdraw them, but Han Che suddenly grabbed them, pressed them to the lips, and kissed.

"What are you doing? Kneading the dough, you're blind to this handsome face all the time, touching here."

After finishing the sentence, he pressed Song Guo's finger on his lips, looked at Song Guo and gave him a look, then bent his lips and said, "If you want to touch it, just say it."

Song Guo withdrew his hand violently, pouted his lips: "No, I'm not as bad as you." He looked up at Han Che again, "It's just... such a beautiful face, I suddenly feared that I would forget it in the future, I Keep it in your heart forever."

Han Che's expression changed, "What nonsense are you talking about. We will always be together. You take the exam for Beijing University, and I will accompany you to take the exam for Beijing University. You are in Jiangcheng, and I will stay with you in Jiangcheng. Anyway, where will Song Guo be in the future? Where is Che."

Song Guo glanced at Han Che: "What Jiangcheng, why are you so unambitious, what are you doing in this small place like Jiangcheng, you should..."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow 5or6 update, is there anyone watching?