his little candy

Han Che was holding a large bouquet of candies, lollipops wrapped in orange candy paper, and a red gift box in his other hand. His handsome face poked his head from the bouquet that was too big, "I'll let you keep attacking."

Song Guo let Han Che in, looked at the things he was holding in his hands in puzzlement, and couldn't remember what day it was today.

"You are so absorbed in your studies that of course you can't remember anything."

The lights in the dormitory were turned off, and Song Guo turned on the desk lamp again.

Han Che closed the door, walked in, and gave Song Guo a bouquet, "Happy Christmas Eve, baby."

"Hey, Christmas Eve."

He really forgot.

Song Guo hugged the bouquet decorated with orange-flavored lollipops, showing inadvertent joy, looking at Han Che in surprise, a sweetness overflowing from the bottom of her heart spilled out of the corner of her mouth, Song Guo happily sipped it, and quickly approached Han Che kissed him.

"Thank you Archer."

Han Che put the other box in his hand on the table, and dragged Song Guo over.

"what."

Song Guo was about to take out a lollipop to eat, when someone spread her legs and picked her up. The candy bouquet in her hand fell loose from her hand to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"A gift for Christmas Eve."

"I forgot."

Song Guo was a little uncomfortable, and he realized that he had never done anything to Han Che, but Han Che always thought of everything for him, with deep guilt on his face.

Han Che realized Song Guo's guilt, and hugged Song Guo even tighter, sticking to the pink earlobe of his little daughter-in-law, "What are you thinking? The gift I want is..." Before he finished speaking, Song Guo's voice suddenly fell. He kissed her eyes, "This is it."

Song Guo's eyelashes trembled, and she was taken aback.

Han Che raised his thin lips, and said in a soft voice, "I want you to only have me in your eyes."

Song Guo's heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Han Che, "Hmm, that's a good idea."

Han Che sat on the bed with Song Guo in his arms, then got up, took the gift box, but did not open it directly, but let Song Guo guess.

"Guess what's in here?"

Isn't Christmas Eve just giving apples?

Song Guo sat obediently on the bed, and said in a soft voice, "Apple."

"wrong."

"pear?"

Han Che raised his eyebrows, "No, guess again, there will be a prize for guessing right."

Song Guo suddenly became interested, "What award?"

Han Che's face twitched. The little daughter-in-law was actually interested in his prize. How unattractive was his gift?

"What prize do you want?"

"Then I have to think about it."

"Quick guess."

"Ache." Song Guo stood up, wrapped her arms around Han Che's waist, and was about to get the gift box, but Han Che raised his hand, and Song Guo couldn't reach it even by jumping.

"Ache!"

"Guess."

"I won't eat it."

Song Guo walked back angrily, Han Che panicked, "Hey..." Song Guo turned around abruptly before Han Che put down his hand, and snatched the gift box from Han Che's hand .

"Hey, I got it." Song Guo proudly hugged the gift box and climbed onto the bed excitedly.

His bed was on the upper floor, and he was excitedly afraid that Han Che would take his box away.

Han Che laughed and said, "Slow down."

Song Guo sat on the bed with her legs crossed, excitedly unwrapping the gift, "Ah! It's an orange."

"Hmm, I don't care, Ache, you still owe me a prize."

Han Che said helplessly and dotingly: "Okay, starting tomorrow, I will give you a gift every day."

Song Guo triumphantly peeled open the orange, and fed a piece to Han Che. The two ate together, and soon finished eating.

"Hic."

Song Guo burped, and Han Che threw the orange peel in the trash can before reaching out to Song Guo who was on the bed, "Hey, come down and wash your hands."

Song Guo stretched out her hand, but Han Che grabbed her armpit, hugged her off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

The dormitory has a separate bathroom. Han Che put Song Guo on the clean washstand. As a result, someone became more and more lazy, rubbing his face against Han Che's face, and wrapping his legs around Han Che's waist.

Han Che laughed: "How do you wash it like this?"

Song Guo said bluntly: "You wash it up for others."

Han Che washed Song Guo's hands, wiped them clean, and then came out with Song Guo in his arms.

The night is cold and thin, and the cold wind howls.

The windows were not closed tightly, and a cold wind blew in through the screens.

Han Che hugged Song Guo and put him on the bed, walked to the window, and closed the window tightly until there was no cold wind coming in, then he put on the slippers he had prepared earlier and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When Han Che came out of the bathroom and was about to climb onto the bed, Song Guo felt the bed move and sat up all of a sudden.

"what are you doing?"

"Go to bed."

"You go to sleep."

Han Che looked at Song Guo aggrieved, and Song Guo touched his ears, "The soft bed is my quilt anyway, you can sleep if you want."

"I want to come up."

"No, it's too crowded."

Song Guo couldn't imagine how two people could be squeezed into such a small bed.

Han Che didn't care, climbed up quickly, and got into Song Guo's bed directly. Suddenly, the iron frame bed was one meter wide. Lie on Han Che's body.

Song Guo poked Han Che's leg, and Han Che pressed his leg against the little daughter-in-law's foot.

"sleep."

Song Guo twisted again, turning her face from the left side to the right side, still lying on Han Che's chest.

"uncomfortable."

Under the quilt, Han Che wrapped his arms around the young daughter-in-law's waist, "It will be comfortable when you fall asleep."

Song Guo rolled over from Han Che and squeezed into the corner of the wall. Han Che also turned over, leaving room for Song Guo, and hugged Song Guo in his arms. Song Guo found a comfortable position and fell asleep quickly. up.

The warm sun shines on everything around, even the emerald green bamboo sea, is shrouded in warm light, Song Guo dreamed that she had returned to her hometown on vacation.

Carrying his schoolbag, he walked towards the village along the bluestone steps. When he entered the corner, he stepped onto a stone bridge that had gone through the years.

The stone bridge is arched, not long, and can be crossed after a few dozen steps.

On the left side of the stone bridge is the road to his hometown. It stands to reason that it has now been developed into an asphalt road. On both sides of the road, there are sidewalks paved with red bricks. The sidewalks are planted with evergreen holly, but Song Guo didn't realize this at all. , the left side is still a path paved with soft ginkgo leaves, and the golden ginkgo trees on both sides are tall and straight.

When walking down the stone bridge, Song Guo didn't dare to raise his head, because he knew that there was a Yaowang Temple with blue tiles and earthen walls on the right side of the stone bridge.

Due to the development of scenic spots, a new Yaowang Temple was built in the village, but in the oldest Yaowang Temple, there is also a dusty Yaowang Bodhisattva, whose body is sculpted by wind and frost, old but solemn, covered by red silk , there is a dusty incense table below, there is an incense burner on the table, and there are three sticks of incense that have faded but have not yet been burned.

It is rumored that during the Anti-Japanese War, people were shot to death in the Yaowang Temple in the village.

Song Guo was recalling when he was a child, the strange news that his grandfather had told before he left, when he heard the sound of messy footsteps behind him, the sound of panic crying, and the cry of a baby, all of which converged into bursts of gunshots, breaking through Song Guo's body in a shocking manner. His atrium made him quicken his pace in horror, and ran towards the path ahead.

Not long after walking the path, the willows were dark and the flowers were bright. Song Guo saw bamboo buildings hidden in the bamboo sea. Under the bamboo buildings, there was a winding stream extending to both sides, which was similar to the stone bridge he had just passed. The creeks are connected.

Song Guo carried his schoolbag and ran towards the bamboo building excitedly. When he ran to the door, he saw the closed bamboo door.

The bamboo gate is one meter high, and Song Guo jumped to see the courtyard paved with bluestone slabs. The west corner is planted with blooming crabapple flowers, and the east corner extends to the bamboo sea in the backyard. The wisteria waterfall flower sea, the bamboo building is two stories high, where the kitchen is located, there is thick cooking smoke permeating from the roof.

"Grandma, grandma, I'm back." Song Guo shouted excitedly into the bamboo building, and the grandma, wearing a neat apron, came out from the door with a smile on her face, slowly opened the bamboo door, and opened the door A bowl of steaming rice jelly was delivered to his hand.

Song Guo held the steaming bowl of hot jelly just out of the pot, and said excitedly, "Grandma, you are so kind, I just want to eat this."

"Why did you think of going home?" Grandma complained slightly, "I didn't even know to come back to see me, an old woman."

Song Guo said guiltily, "Grandma, I miss you too. I didn't pass the exam this time, so come back and relax."

Grandma couldn't be angry, she smiled kindly, and said in a loving voice, "Guoguo, grandma is leaving."

"Huh? Where is grandma going?"

Song Guo was startled, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The bamboo sea was shrouded in shadow.

"Guoguo."

From near to far away, it echoed deeply in my mind.

Song Guo woke up from a dream early in the morning, sweating profusely, and was restless all day long.