Jiaojiu Nuanyang

A long time ago, when Fang Kun was particularly rebellious, he was dealt with severely by Chen Jingdong once.

Fang Kun has not yet gained a firm foothold in Zhenxing, and he does not associate with anyone in a lukewarm manner, with the air of an old man who is arrogant and a lone ranger.

It is not accurate to say that it is a group fight.

Those second-generation ancestors in the class were so busy that they saw Fang Kun sitting on the seat with his head down and writing and drawing in his notebook when the get out of class was over, so he went to play tricks on others.

The boys threw the notebook over their heads, laughing and joking, but refused to give it to Fang Kun.As a result, a child named Wei Min slipped his hand and threw the book into the bucket in the corner, completely wet and unable to read.

Fang Kun was furious, like a little lion, grabbed Wei Min and beat him to death, as if the other party had committed some heinous crime, Wei Min's companions tried to drag him but failed to pull him away.

Wei Min didn't look like he was beaten, at least he didn't hurt any bones or anything, but his handsome face was swollen like a pig's head.

Teacher Huang took a phone call from Chen Jingdong to the office to interpret this vicious fight, and carefully but clearly characterized it as intentional injury.

Of course Wei Min's family was not happy about it. His father was rich and powerful in business, so he slapped the teacher on the table with the teacher in the office and called the person who beat his son a hooligan.

In the end, Chen Jingxi settled this matter.Chen Jingdong didn't ask about the details.

He brought Fang Kun home, but he couldn't beat him, and he couldn't open his mouth to scold him. It was a bit like a tiger biting a hedgehog, and he had nowhere to say anything.

Chen Jingdong was so angry that he finally came up with the method used by the army to deal with the thorny soldiers, a hundred push-ups, without a break in the middle, and restarted from the beginning if one was not in place.Fang Kun, who had thin arms and thin legs, gritted his teeth and carried it hard, his arms shaking so much that he couldn't hold it down.

When eating dinner, the child keeps his head silent and picks up the food, and only picks the nearest vegetable clip with his chopsticks.Even so, the right hand holding the chopsticks was still shaking and shaking, and all the vegetables fell on the table.

Back then, Chen Jingdong couldn't ask why he died, but now he can easily solve it.

"At that time, I liked you but didn't dare to say it, so I wrote and drew pictures in my notebook. I didn't dare to capitalize my name, so I wrote letters. CJD. The Wei Min who was beaten by me, he owes his mouth. It's not just that the notebook fell into the bucket I beat him to death. There was a girl in our class whose first letter happened to be CJD, and he yelled loudly that I had a crush on someone or something, and the quarrel made me angry, so I beat him up."

Fang Kun was lying on the bed, looking at the man with his head tilted, the blush on his face hadn't faded: "Our arms hurt for three days. We went to school the next day, and we were still shaking after eating at noon. How far did Gululu roll?"

"You're so stubborn." Chen Jingdong rested his arm on his pillow, and his bronzed arm stretched out smooth muscles, full of strength: "Youth rebellious period, asking questions without saying anything, still tilting your head, with an expression that would rather die than submit I'm so happy."

"How should I say it?" Fang Kun pursed his lips a little embarrassedly: "It's all about you, what can I say? I thought at that time, it seems that I let you worry too much, and I have spare time to go on a blind date What, I can't, I have to be a fool, so that Chen Jingdong can no longer think about it. Hehe, thinking about it now, isn't it naive?"

The night's drunkenness and agitation slowly dissipated, and the room was warm, comfortable and warm, neither of the two of them wanted to sleep.

The boy turned over, half of the quilt covering his body fell off, revealing his long and straight legs.

"Cover it up, and be careful not to catch a cold." Chen Jingdong himself was shirtless, but he was worried about the child, nagging like an old father: "No matter how warm the room is, it is winter after all. After this heavy snow, I don't know if the plane the day after tomorrow will be safe." Take off normally. It’s getting late, go to bed now!”

Across a small bedside table, Fang Kun looked at him and smiled, and the lying silkworm in front of his eyes floated up, cute and kind: "Got it, Mama Chen." The young man pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, and faced Chen Jingdong.The sunken pillow blocked half of his face, and the desk lamp could only illuminate one side: "Good night, Daoist."

"What defender of the Tao will give me all kinds of strange names." Chen Jingdong turned off the light, slipped his body into the quilt, and exhaled softly.

The room is not completely dark, because Fang Kun has the habit of leaving some light when sleeping, so the curtains are only drawn with the inner white gauze.

After the eyes got used to it, soon, the white snow outside the window quickly squeezed out the black color of the night, and the room was a bit strangely bright.A little bit of white floated on the bed sheet, more gray covered every piece of furniture, and the darkness only lingered in the corner.

"Chen Jingdong," Fang Kun finally muttered, "Are you going to wait until our country recognizes same-sex marriage and I get a certificate before going to the end?"

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The plane landed and glided in City A. As soon as Chen Jingdong turned on his phone, his father Chen Weiguo called.

"Are you back?" Chen Weiguo heard the voice broadcast on the plane: "Are you on the plane? Didn't you ask for leave a few days ago and come back?"

Chen Jingdong nodded and signaled Fang Kun to stand up and take his luggage, and tried his best to speak frankly: "Take Xiaokun to the Northeast to play with my comrades for two days, as a reward for college entrance examination compensation."

With a low hum, Chen Weiguo didn't think much about it: "Come to my place, I have something to tell you."

Don't even think about it, it must be a job change.

Chen Jingdong had a headache: "Tomorrow, it's almost five o'clock, I told my mother to go back to have dinner."

It's New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, so I should go there tomorrow.

Chen Weiguo answered yes succinctly and hung up the phone.

"Your dad's call?" Fang Kun put his backpack on the seat and stood there looking down at him.

The cabin was full of chaos. Passengers were carrying luggage, those wearing coats were wearing coats, and some were scolding children loudly.There was all sorts of chaos in the aisles.

Against this background, Fang Kun stood there with a refreshing smile, looking like a reassuring magical existence in the chaotic world.

Chen Jingdong took a few glances, his mouth was a little dry, he turned his eyes away and hummed: "Tell me to go tomorrow."

"Handsome guy, help me get a bag, thank you." A girl in the aisle touched Fang Kun's shoulder and asked for help generously.

Fang Kun is very gentleman, he helped the girl to carry the boarding box, and got a sweet smile as a reward.

The two of them didn't want to squeeze, and they waited until the end before leaving the cabin with their bags on their backs.

"Go home," Fang Kun stretched his waist, and the terry T-shirt moved up with his movements, revealing a thin white waist: "City A is much warmer than the Northeast."

Chen Jingdong subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him tug on the T-shirt: "It's winter, can't we buy longer clothes next time?"

The young man laughed uncontrollably, looked around and looked around for no one, leaned closer and said nonsense: "Brother, are you jealous that I showed my waist? We can't show others our things? Hahaha..."

"I'm questioning your aesthetic vision!" Chen Jingdong couldn't hold back his old smiling face, and raised his eyebrows in a coercive way: "It's pretty stinky to be dressed in a mess."

"I have no problem with aesthetics!" It's a pity that Fang Kun didn't like him at all, and raised his clean chin arrogantly: "If you don't believe me, let everyone judge, how handsome is the boyfriend I'm looking for!"

He couldn't laugh or cry because of his nonsense, Chen Jingdong said that he couldn't do it directly, and his iron sand palms were half wrapped around the back of the boy's neck: "Hurry up, I have to get the checked luggage."

It was too cold in the Northeast. On the first day they landed in Harbin, they were dragged by Chen Linsheng to the shopping mall to buy thick down jackets and big suede leather boots to keep out the cold. They doubled their luggage and had to buy boxes, so they had to check it in. .

When we got home, it was lively again.

Mother Chen cooked pear syrup early, and served the first hot cup to Xiao Fangkun, leaving her own son aside.

The moon turned forward and backward like a little tail, holding the matryoshka Fang Kun bought for him, he was so happy that he almost wagged his tail.

Chen Jingxi stood on the outermost side, with his arms folded on his chest while watching the excitement, with a perceptive smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, brother," Yue Yue pointed at Fang Kun's red plaid scarf as if he had discovered a new world: "Like a girl, a bride."

Mother Chen happily stroked her grandson's hair: "If Xiaokun is really a girl, she will be my daughter-in-law."

The family gathered around the table, and Lin Qian was careful, and went to the refrigerator to cut up two Harbin red sausages sent back a few days ago and serve them on the table: "Mom has been talking about it for several days, saying that the two of you are having so much fun outside. , It’s the end of the year and I still haven’t come back.”

"It's snowing heavily in Shenyang, and I almost can't come back." Fang Kun rushed to say like a fried bean: "Our personalities exploded. We woke up in the morning and saw that the snow had stopped. Otherwise, we might not be able to fly."

Moon listened with gusto and was fascinated: "Brother, is there a lot of snow falling in the Northeast?"

Fang Kun made an exaggerated gesture: "Big! Pieces seem to have fallen from the sky. Night after night, when you go out in the morning, the snow has no thighs."

Moon was so amused that she giggled and turned to ask Lin Qian while eating, "Mom, I also want to see the heavy snow."

"How many days can you stay at home?" Chen Jingxi asked his younger brother in a low voice, and touched his wine glass.

"Leave on the fifth day of the new year, and cancel the holidays on the sixth day." Chen Jingdong took a sip of wine: "After the new year, there will be a grand contest in the Southwest Military Region. There are many things to do."

"Really?" Chen Jingxi squinted his eyes to try to smile, and glanced at Fang Kun, who was talking briskly, without showing any trace, and then looked at Chen Jingdong: "There are quite a lot."

Chen Jingdong's face was hot, and he simply replied to toast: "Drink and drink, how long have we not seen each other? Chen Jingxi, you seem to have put on weight."

After the meal, the two brothers went to the balcony to smoke again, Fang Kun suddenly jumped up: "I will go too, I am an adult, smoking is normal."

"Get out." Chen Jingxi scolded with a smile: "The adults say things and children should not meddle."

"Did you talk?" The coldness of the winter night invaded the fabric, making people sober up a little bit.Chen Jingxi popped a cigarette out of the cigarette case and handed it over: "So, this is together?"

Chen Jingdong took the cigarette, hummed, and took out the lighter to light his brother's cigarette.

"Alas," Chen Jingxi sighed exaggeratedly, leaning forward with his elbows leaning on the railing: "As an enlightened parent, shouldn't I send my blessings?"

Touching his ears in embarrassment, Chen Jingdong imitated him and leaned on the railing: "It's fine to give a verbal blessing. One day in the future, my mother will beat me up. If you help stop me, I will be grateful."

He took a few puffs of cigarettes and didn't make a sound.Chen Jingxi looked not far away in a daze: "Instead of worrying about our mother, you might as well think about how to face Fang Wei in the future. Oh yes, and Chen Weiguo."

When it came to those heavy topics in reality, neither of them answered the conversation.

Chen Jingxi chuckled twice, and deliberately changed the subject: "You two went out this time, did you do it? Silly soldier, do you know how to do it? What brand of lubricant do you use? And condoms, which one is the best?"

The 31-year-old "old man" blushed suddenly: "Brother, you are really..." There is no bottom line.

"I'm so concerned about your sexual life, you are still coy, the old virgin is really, hey." Chen Jingxi was shaking with joy, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground and he simply stomped it out: "Let me guess. I didn't do it." Is it right?"

"Is it necessary to ask about this kind of thing? I understand, don't bother you." Chen Jingdong was extremely uncomfortable, and said in a low voice, "If you're okay, I'll go in first, it's freezing to death."

"Who said it's okay." Chen Jingxi grabbed his sleeve: "Who do you expect to teach you about this kind of thing? Porn movies? Chen Jingdong, you have to know that same-sex love is different. If you are not prepared to do it recklessly, both sides will suffer. It's all normal. Mental, physical."

"I haven't planned to do it yet." Chen Jingdong pursed his mouth tightly, his jaw stretched out sharply: "In a few years, wait until he graduates from college."

Chen Jingxi was stunned at first, and then clicked his tongue in amazement: "I said, brother, what kind of old-fashioned way of thinking are you? Is it normal for college students to have sex now? What are you trying to show?"

"Don't show anything." Chen Jingdong stubbed out the second cigarette: "In case he regrets it, I can't let him have no way out."

There was no sound for a long time.Chen Jingxi shook his head: "You."