I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

"mom!"

Ning An was pruning the freshly picked Leng Meiren in the backyard, and was so frightened by this voice that he broke off a large branch.

"Mom, I'm married, so you're not enthusiastic about me?"

Before An Xing could finish his grievances, he was filled with fragrance by an oncoming purple rose.

Ning An changed a pair of scissors without looking up: "I warmly send you a flower."

"Okay," An Xing put the cold beauty with only a small flower branch into the breast pocket of his shirt as usual, "Thank you for the remaining flowers."

"Why did you come back suddenly?" Ning An lazily rolled his eyelids, "The studio will close when it opens?"

"Alright, go to Jiang's to sign the contract tomorrow."

"Don't squeeze it, let you squeeze it out." Ning An slapped An Xing's hand that destroyed the petals, "Then what, did you quarrel with Han Chen?"

"Mom, don't act anymore," An Xing gave a thumbs up in shock, "Go tell your fortune, don't waste your talent."

"You are poor, what's the matter?"

The afternoon wind is accompanied by bursts of earthy smell and the fragrance of flowers and plants. When it blows over the face, I can't help but breathe lightly.

After An Xing spit out all his brains, the torrential rain in his heart began to stop pattering.

The last branch of Leng Meiren was thrown into the bottle, and Ning An wiped his hands: "That's it?"

An Xing: "?"

Ning An felt nothing in his heart and even wanted to feed the fish: "Who hasn't been blind when he was young?"

"I've never been blind, mother, have you ever been blind?"

There was no way to talk that day, so Ning An picked up the vase and got up and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by An Xing: "Mom, it's because I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, and because I have a flustered mouth, you have a lot of people, help me!" Save the child!"

"Let go, let go, these clothes are expensive." Ning An sat down and pushed the vase towards An Xing, "Does it look good?"

The freshly picked Leng Meiren is delicate and tender, so tender that dewdrops can be squeezed out, it is not unattractive.

"It's beautiful." An Xing couldn't deny it, and he didn't forget to boast about it, "You look even better."

"You are the only one who can speak." Ning An's mouth curled up, but he quickly suppressed it, "Do you know what its flower language is?"

"I'll go to Baidu." An Xing touched his whole body, and laughed a few times embarrassedly, "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

Ning An didn't bother to expose him.

"Although the beauty is cold, it is not unintentional. This heart is only for one person, and I am willing to bloom for it." Ning An tenderly fiddled with a shy bud, "Compared to the romantic truth and precious uniqueness that the world says, I appreciate it more love of my life."

"Love cannot be faked unless you close your eyes."

The fallen leaves swirled in the wind, and An Xing caught the unknown leaves that dangled into his palm.

"Blindness as you said?"

"... the same can be said."

An Xing put Ye Zi on the stone table, with a puzzled expression on his face: "I don't understand, does this have anything to do with my dislike of Bai Ran?"

"It's not that you hate Bai Ran, but that you don't trust yourself."

The leaf was taken away by the wind that sent it, An Xing watched it go away, his voice floated in the wind, very softly: "Yeah."

Ning An looked at his devastated look, and sighed without showing any trace: "Hanchen spoils you too much, obviously he is still a child."

An Xing looked at him.

"Your brother mentioned to us that Hanchen lived with his mother when he was a child, and was taken back to Jiang's family after his mother passed away."

An Xing had never heard Jiang Hanchen mention these things.

"He didn't live well in Jiang's family, and he was able to leave after he became an adult. Han Chen must have suffered a lot for his temper."

"Mother......"

Ning An sighed lightly: "If you can be pampered all the time, who would want to be a cold beauty who rejects others for thousands of miles?"

"I......"

"You should trust him more." Ning An interrupted him, "The love and tenderness he can give you, even if it is inconspicuous among what you have, may be the best he knows. "

The rain in An Xing's heart stopped, and the warm sun after the rain was glistening.

"Baby, in the eyes of those who love you, you will always be the most precious." Ning An stretched out his hand and ruffled the forehead hair he didn't care to take care of, "Don't worry about gains and losses, and don't belittle yourself, mom wants you to find yourself I love you forever, and I hope you will be happy in Chang'an forever."

"I see," An Xing shook Ning An's hand, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, Mom."

Ning An withdrew his hand, pressed his chin and winked at him: "Your beauty is here."

The cold beauty on the chest has been folded off, but it seems to be dancing in the heart, love and longing rush out of the heart.

An Xing clutched the flower that was about to pop out of his pocket, and turned around in this too gentle afternoon.

Jiang Hanchen stood a few steps away.In the warm and cold weather in late spring, he only had a shirt on his body, the tie was clutched in his hand, two buttons were undone at the neckline, and his exposed chest heaved violently.

He stared at An Xing, passed through the wind that did not dare to move rashly, passed through the light that was dodging in a panic, and stopped in front of An Xing.

A drop of sweat hit An Xing's knee, burning his whole body through his pants.

An extremely oppressive shadow enveloped An Xing, and he realized fear belatedly: "Brother..."

One hour and 58 minutes.

An Xing lost contact for nearly two hours, and Jiang Hanchen was about to go crazy.

Bai Ran was more difficult than he imagined, and it took Jiang Hanchen some time to get away.

He hurried home and was told that An Xing went to the studio shortly after he left the house.

He rushed to the studio without stopping, only to see Mo Keke.He was as busy as a spinning top, cursing while running up and down: "I knew An Xing, this little bastard! You just tricked me into working! What are you painting?! This is the number one! I'll go on strike! Don't answer the phone! Put it down! Don't iron the clothes! I'm so mad! Don't show up if you have the ability! You must kill him..."

Only then did Jiang Hanchen remember to call him.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off, please try again later. Sorry, the subscriber you dialed power off, please try it later."

Dial again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off, please try again later. Sorry..."

Dial again.

"sorry......"

Jiang Hanchen punched the steering wheel.

A piercing sound of the horn startled Mo Keke who was running around in the room.

He dialed a number tremblingly, and the phone rang twice before being connected.

"cocoa?"

"Husband! Just now there was a super unqualified person downstairs, and he honked his horn loudly. I was going to be scared to death, woo woo woo..."

The boy on the opposite side coaxed softly: "I'll be right over."

Mo Keke hung up the phone with satisfaction.

The super unqualified person listened to "I'm sorry" over and over again, kicked the accelerator and rushed out.

An Xing's frequent coffee shop, dessert shop, buyer's shop, shopping mall, Jiang Hanchen searched all over.

He didn't dare to call An Zhi and Ning An, because he was afraid that An Xing would not go to his brother or go home, and he was even more afraid that An Xing would hide after receiving the news.

Fortunately, An Xing sat here well.

Jiang Hanchen didn't speak for a long time, An Xing was stared at everywhere, and his back straightened unconsciously, as if he was being punished.

"Baby." Jiang Hanchen calmed down, and only when he opened his mouth did he realize that his voice was too hoarse, "You promised me, you won't leave me behind."

The dancing petals on An Xing's heart were pulled and fell off one by one, it hurt so much: "Brother...No..."

"I can't apologize to you for my past, I can only make it up to you with my future."

"No brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't be so willful, I..."

An Xing was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He lowered his eyes and saw the cold beauty with a crooked chest. An Xing's eyes moved, twisted out, and bit the flower branch.

Jiang Hanchen raised his eyebrows: "Send me?"

An Xing blinked his eyes reflecting the light.

"Begging for peace?"

"Please."

An Xing was holding the flower in his mouth, and he was slurring his speech, which made Jiang Hanchen's stomach tighten.

Bright red lips contain tender green flower branches, and the looming small tongue in the white teeth captures the soul.The colorful petals rubbed against the creamy skin, quickly dyeing it a layer of crimson.

People are more delicate than flowers, but that's all.

Jiang Hanchen rubbed his lips, which were more delicate than spring flowers, with his fingertips until the corners of his mouth overflowed with fluid.

Then the flowers were swept away by Jiang Hanchen's tongue.

There is the fragrance of flower branches in the mouth, and the fragrance of roses in the nose.

An inch in front of his eyes was the flower he once had in his mouth, and Jiang Hanchen with the flower in his mouth.

It's as beautiful as a rainbow after the rain.

As early as when Jiang Hanchen opened his mouth, Ning An walked away holding the vase.

Leaning on An Shikang's body, he sighed with emotion: "Baby Xingxing has perfectly inherited my romantic cells."

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