Jiaojiu Nuanyang

On the way home, Chen Jingdong only felt that his heart was on fire.

What was repeated in front of my eyes was not Wang Yuxia's charming appearance, but Fang Kun's red eyes with trembling lips.

He shouldn't listen to his brother tonight, bring Fang Kun here!

What the hell is not so purposeful!Who is more lively!

While waiting for the red light, Chen Jingdong slammed the steering wheel in frustration.

It's just messed up.

He confessed, he, Chen Jingdong, and Fang Kun confessed.He decided to tell Fang Kun the truth when he got home tonight. Before Fang Kun was admitted to university, he would never talk about his partner or not having a family, and he would never see a ghostly blind date again.

A child under the age of sixteen, with so many insecurities, once thought that he should be adopted by himself.Look at what cruel things these so-called grown-ups have done!

He drove fast all the way, parked the car and locked the door, and ran upstairs uncontrollably.

The fire burning in the bottom of my heart is extremely uncomfortable, and it will not burn people all at once, just such a small hot ball, baking the apex of the heart, the feeling of suffocation and ischemia——

"Fang Kun, what are you doing?"

The boy carried a suitcase and just came out of his own room, his eyes were still red: "I'll go out and find a house to live in."

"Put it down!" Chen Jingdong went up in two steps, reaching out to snatch the box.The two bought this when they were in Beijing. Fang Kun liked this model, saying that the canvas is strong and can hold more clothes.

Fang Kun hid to the side: "I'll borrow your suitcase and return it to you after I settle down?"

"No!" Chen Jingdong tugged at his collar roughly, feeling like he was going to explode: "Fang Kun, can you not do this? There is no possibility for us to talk properly? Is it not good to be like before? What's wrong with you? !"

There were still dry tears on the young man's face, and his lips were tightly pursed and trembling: "I'm fine, the person you're talking about is about to start a family, what's the trouble if I stay here?"

"Who the hell said you were in the way?" Chen Jingdong panted heavily, like a beast, and rarely swears in front of children: "My brother likes to joke, and you are still angry with him?"

"I'm not angry." Fang Kun's throat choked, and he lowered his head and clapped his hands together: "What right do I have to be angry?"

"Fang Kun," Chen Jingdong was almost overwhelmed by the pain during this period, and the man's voice was a little unknowingly pleading: "Can you just say something directly? You are stabbing me in the heart with a knife. "

The boy raised his head abruptly, tears streaming down his face.Staring blankly at the man in front of him, he suddenly slammed into his arms after a few seconds, holding the man's strong waist tightly with both hands, without raising his head, choked up, "Brother, can you stop talking about your partner? I beg you, can you stop talking? I don’t have any other requirements. I can do everything from cooking, laundry and cleaning, so please don’t find me a sister-in-law..."

Like there hasn't been a hug like this in a century.

Chen Jingdong felt a little bit hot in his heart, and it was so wet that water could be wrung out.

The man stretched out his arms and hugged the boy back, the familiar scent of shampoo in his breath, the warmth of the two of them getting along day and night.

"Don't talk about the partner, don't go on a blind date. Guaranteed."

Whether it's doting or not, even if it's a little abnormal, Chen Jingdong doesn't care.Right now, he only wants Fang Kun not to cry.

To him, the child's tears are poison-drugs for the intestines, and every drop is fatal.

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"Brother, wake up." Chen Jingdong was woken up, and when he opened his eyes, there was a magnified smiling face.

There was a soft smile on the boy's lips, and there was a faint dimple on the left side of his face, which was very shallow.The mole between the eyebrows is extremely clear in the sun, so clear that it almost creates an illusion.

Still not so conscious, Chen Jingdong squinted his eyes, and poked the mole with his hand: "Gao You, why are you so obedient today, are you willing to call me brother?"

The smiling face froze.

Chen Jingdong woke up, sat up propped up, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry Fang Kun, I didn't wake up and my mind is confused."

Fang Kun pursed his lips, but he didn't get angry, and hummed in a low voice.

With a bit of flattery in mind, Chen Jingdong threw off the cool quilt on his body and got down on the floor: "Today, on Saturday, we won't make breakfast and go out to eat. Brother will take you to a tea house for morning tea, either Huaiyang or Cantonese style."

The weather was extremely hot, and even though the air conditioner was turned on in the room, Chen Jingdong still only wore a pair of underwear.As soon as he turned on the air conditioner and stood up, the man's tall and strong body was completely revealed in an instant. His broad shoulders and wasp waist were strong and muscular. No matter how you looked at it, he was a mobile bomb full of hormones.

Fang Kun turned around and walked out uncomfortably: "I cooked potato porridge and fried eggs, let's eat at home."

"Okay." Chen Jingdong replied happily: "Student Fang Kun is really capable, I will come as soon as I brush my teeth and wash my face."

While eating, Fang Kun asked cautiously: "Brother, there are two classes this morning. The teacher has something to do at home. Shall we go hiking? We won't delay the afternoon class."

Chen Jingdong swallowed the fried egg in his mouth: "It's such a hot day, aren't you afraid of heatstroke?"

"Don't be afraid," the boy said with a smile on his face, "You're here, aren't you?"

"Fool, I'm not Rendan or Huoxiangzhengqishui." The big man's face was a little impressive: "You have sunstroke, what can I do?"

"You can carry me to the hospital." Fang Kun scratched his ears, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he looked a little silly and cute.

Chen Jingdong watched, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.The man quickly diverted his attention by talking: "Okay, let's go climbing, let's make an agreement first, but you can't retreat halfway, and you will be done when you reach the summit."

"Okay." Fang Kun readily agreed, and stood up from the table: "I'm going to wash some carrots and cucumbers. The ones on the mountain are expensive. We bring our own."

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and it was nearly eight o'clock when the two began to climb the mountain.

The weather in August is the season of fire.Except for a few elderly people who walked leisurely down the mountain path, almost no one climbed the mountain.

The big trees on both sides of the mountain road are lush and lush. I don’t know which tree branch I’m hiding on, screaming endlessly, which is boring.The air was scorching hot, mixed with the smell of green grass and soil, clusters of small bugs bumped into each other suddenly, and quickly dispersed.

"Is it hot?" Chen Jingdong was in a particularly good mood.

After going through the situation last night, he cherishes Fang Kun's cuteness right now.

"It's okay." Fang Kun turned his face to him and smiled at him. The boy's brows and eyes were stretched, as if they were shining brightly: "It's two degrees cooler on the mountain than our house."

"Drink some water." Chen Jingdong handed him a bottle of mineral water: "Take a rest before leaving, there is no rush."

Xinshan is not very high, and it stops and starts, and Chen Jingdong also intentionally controls it, so as not to be too aggressive for Fang Kun.So when the two of them reached the top of the mountain, it was almost nine o'clock.

The top of the mountain is unobstructed and empty.

The scorching sun's rays splashed down, the sound of the wind fluttered, mixed with the rustling of leaves, it made people feel refreshed.

Standing on the top of the peak, holding the guardrail with his hand, Fang Kun brushed his sweaty hair back, raised his red face against the wind and narrowed his eyes: "Happy!"

"You shout out, it's even more enjoyable!" Chen Jingdong was infected by him, and his mood was extremely comfortable. He clasped his hands together and yelled out with enough confidence: "Ah!..."

"What are you screaming for? Others thought someone was killed." Fang Kun laughed, almost crying.

He stretched out his hand and capped the boy politely: "Try?"

"Just try it." Fang Kun rubbed his sour cheeks, turned his face to face the front, and covered his mouth with both hands like a trumpet.In front of the boy is the vast and boundless world, with mountains and rivers far away, and the city skyline shining with silver light. The sun builds a bridge and paves the way between him and the world, spreading out a bright and bright road, full of flowers.

"Chen Jingdong, I want to be with you forever! Never separate!"

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The steak in the pot made a sizzling sound, and the rich aroma made the index finger move.

Chen Jingdong patiently adjusted the position of the frying pan, turned it off to medium heat, and stared at the tiny oily spots on the side of the steak in a daze.

"It smells so good! I'm starving to death!" The range hood rang, and Chen Jingdong was a little fuzzy again.He didn't even know Fang Kun came into the kitchen.

The young man hugged his waist from behind, tilted his body and looked into the pot: "I think I can eat a cow right now."

Chen Jingdong shuddered reflexively, and almost dropped the spatula to the ground.He reached out and patted the hands around his waist: "Get out, it will splash oil. Be careful that it will be scalded. I will eat in 3 minutes."

Fang Kun giggled and didn't let go: "You've been standing there for so long, so it's more likely that scalding pockmarks are you too? Don't be afraid, even if you become pockmarked, I won't dislike you."

Chen Jingdong was speechless, touched his nose, a little embarrassed, and even a little bit happy that he didn't appear on the stage.The man concealed it in a bold and thick way: "How dare you despise me? You are looking for death!"

"Brother." The boy sniffed: "You can't dislike me even if I become pockmarked, you know?"

"You're going to kill me." Chen Jingdong shivered exaggeratedly, reached out to turn off the stove, and rubbed his arms: "You have a small mouth, no wonder you can coax the little girl so well."

"What kind of girl am I coaxing?" Fang Kun tilted his head and smiled, the small orange light on the range hood sprinkled on his face unobstructed, with an oil painting-like texture: "I'll just coax you. You are my brother."

Chen Jingdong is quite a big old man, he was speechless at the last sentence.Who made you my brother?

Is there something wrong?Nothing wrong!

During the meal, Fang Kun started to talk about tuberculosis again, and it was still the crazy sweet type that he had never had before——

On the night you went to Fang Wei’s house to have dinner in City R, I watched you from behind the curtain, watched you walk away, and watched you never see again.I felt bad, and wanted to run downstairs to chase you and follow you, but I knew it was impossible.

Brother, you ask me, do I miss you even when I go back to R City?How can it be.I think, I can't think about it, but I dare not think about it.

Brother, I ran away from home to go to the field army where you stayed, and I thought, you must be able to find me.Even if you can't find it this year, you will find it one day... Others don't know, only the two of us know.That way, I feel like I'm still with you, without Fang Wei they have no one else.

Brother, you were carrying me while watching the flag raising in Beijing. You didn’t know that my excited heart almost jumped out of my throat at that time.At that time, I thought, in the future, I have to treat you well, wholeheartedly, and only treat you well.

Who made you my brother...

The rough man Chen Jingdong blushed when he heard this, his heart ached, his teeth started to wobble.An old heart is sour, numb and sweet, almost like a daughter's red soaked in old age, and I can't afford to get drunk.

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The bib will send Dong Ge Xiaokun’s non-mainstream plot cookies tonight. If you like it, you can take a look, it has nothing to do with the main text.