I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

That day An Zhi almost rushed in like a bullet, and came out holding An Xing with a sullen face.

The moment An Xing saw An Zhi, his heart that had nowhere to go found a home, and he fell into a coma unconsciously.The little one curled up in An Zhi's arms, its cheeks were unnaturally red, and its brows were still slightly frowning in sleep.

No one dared to speak, Jiang Hanchen stepped forward to take An Xing back into his arms.

An Zhi sideways avoided him.

Jiang Hanchen's whole body was poured like snow, from his bewildered fingertips to the hottest heart, there was a biting coldness.

He watched An Zhi take An Xing away without even looking at him.

The car slanted to the side of the road and almost hit the flower bed.

An Zhi carefully carried An Xing to the back seat, took the small blanket from the co-pilot Feng Xixi, and covered him.

The blanket is not big, but it can wrap An Xing completely.

Thin and small, overlapping with the little kid in An Zhi's memory that no one could coax him when he cried.

An Zhi stared at him silently for a long time before twisting the corner of the blanket for him and preparing to get up and leave.

He failed to walk, and An Xing, who was still huddled in the blanket, grabbed his cuffs.

An Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since An Xing had dragged him like this.

When I was young, my parents were very busy and hardly stayed at home.An Xing has recognized people since he was a child, his aunt cried when he hugged him, and his parents were not at home, so the burden of coaxing the baby fell on An Zhi.

From then on, a half-grown child had to bring a milk doll all day long.

Under An Zhi's seemingly reluctant, but in fact dedicated care, An Xing has grown from a milk doll carved with jade into a lively and juicy little kid.

However, An Zhi has entered an awkward puberty, he doesn't want to sleep with the little kid anymore, and every night he has to drive back An Xing who is hugging the pillow to get into his bed.

An Xing was pushed back to his room, stuffed back into his bed, blinking a pair of big sparkling eyes, like butterflies dancing in the back garden.

An Zhi was afraid that his heart would soften, so he covered his eyes with a cold face.The butterfly in the palm of my hand flew and flew, and soon got tired and rested on the branch.

There was still a small warm yellow lamp on by the bed, An Zhi got up to turn it off.

He failed, and the cuff of his pajamas was grabbed by a kid pretending to be sleeping.

An Zhi pulled back, but didn't dare to use force.However, An Xing seemed to have suffered a lot of grievances, pouted and muttered: "I don't sleep together anymore, and there is no good night kiss..."

An Zhi laughed, his heart sank softly, leaned over to kiss his forehead, and said goodnight to him softly.

Every night after that, An Xing would go to An Zhi with his pillow in his arms, and An Zhi would bring him back, lie down obediently, and grab An Zhi's cuff to get a good night kiss and a very gentle good night.

The two brothers never tire of it.

Until An Xing also entered awkward adolescence, he suddenly stopped getting close to An Zhi like a little heartless.An Zhi subconsciously thought this was good, but he couldn't help himself to stand outside An Xing's room for a while every night, saying good night softly before going back to sleep peacefully.

An Zhi stared in a daze at the slender fingers subconsciously tugging on his cuff at this moment, and after a long time he let out a breath of resignation and joy.

This little guy can always grab An Zhi's cuff accurately, just like he can always touch An Zhi's heart.

It wasn't until An Zhi kissed him on the forehead compromisingly, and said good night in the daylight, that An Xing let go, retracted the blanket, smacked his mouth a few times, and fell into a heartless sleep.

You are already a mother, why are you still acting like a child.

An Zhi gently closed the car door and turned around, seeing Jiang Hanchen not far away who was clenching his fists tightly.

The soft smile on his face faded in an instant, and Anzhi walked towards the driver's seat with a sullen face, kicking the accelerator and driving away.

Jiang Hanchen slammed his fist on the wall, leaving spots of blood.

An Zhi slammed his fist on the steering wheel, making a restrained muffled sound.

An Xing in the rearview mirror was sleeping soundly, but his brows furrowed again.An Zhi stared forward, his jawline tightened.

He knows this brother too well, sensitive but open-minded.

It was like this when I was a child, no matter how much wronged I suffered, it would not be a big deal to come back and cry.The whole family is such a small heart, they wanted to take revenge angrily, but An Xing stopped them, with puffy cheeks, with the childishness of a teenager, saying that those people are not worth hurting his dearest family members What about a hair.

Nothing could make him so sad. Before, it was his parents and brother, but now there is only one more Jiang Hanchen.

An Zhi still doesn't understand the truth of the matter, but this does not prevent him from always standing on An Xing's side.

An Xing moved back to An's house.

Jiang Hanchen didn't come to force him to go home, but held the pillow An Xing used to sleep on that night and rang the doorbell.

The people of An's family didn't want to see him, it was a servant who opened the door, and after receiving the things, he lowered his head and closed the door, Jiang Hanchen didn't even have time to say what he asked.

On the second night, Jiang Hanchen stood outside the door carrying a bag of An Xing's post-pregnancy skin care products.Another servant came to open the door. Before the door closed, he asked her to tell Xing Xing not to eat or use things indiscriminately, which is not good for health.

On the third night, the servant took the voice-activated night light from Jiang Hanchen's hand very speechlessly, and when Jiang Hanchen said, "I'm not here, it must be very hard for the stars to go to the bathroom by themselves in the middle of the night" and closed the door unbearably.

Fourth night...

Fifth night...

Jiang Hanchen was not absent every night, sometimes early and sometimes late, as if he just came here to deliver things.

The door opened and closed again and again, Jiang Hanchen rubbed his fingertips, leaned against the fence of the garden and finished smoking a pack of cigarettes.

"You are pregnant and he still smokes?!"

An Zhi angrily left from the window, wanting to go down and tear Jiang Hanchen with his hands.

An Xing leaned against the wall, staring at the uninterrupted spots of scarlet without any expression on his face.

"Baby..." Ning An was also in An Xing's room. He cried for a long time after he found out the truth, and finally recovered. Now he heard that he was about to cry again.

"Mom, I'm fine." An Xing put down the curtains, sat back on the bed and looked up at the angry An Zhi, with a calm expression, "Brother, I didn't know he would smoke."

He really didn't know.An Xing had never seen Jiang Hanchen smoke, nor had he smelled smoke on him.

The man downstairs with loose hair on his forehead, bent over decadently, with the scarlet on his fingertips flickering, and the smoke rings he exhaled was like mist, seemed to be Jiang Hanchen from another world.

It made An Xing feel strange, but his heart was throbbing with pain.

I don't know if he hid it too well, or he was too blind.

It is said that the human heart is the most difficult to see through. They have only known each other for a few months, and the long twenty years of not knowing each other are strangers to each other.

An Xing never thought about it, and never dared to go in.What he was afraid of was not such trivial things as smoking, not the provocation by the white moonlight that stretched almost the entire youth, not that the marriage he devoted himself to originally began with a fit of anger, but that Jiang Hanchen might, might not love him that much.

He is like a grass swaying in the cold wind, who will be uprooted at any second. He is afraid, terrified, uneasy, and wants to close his eyes and wait for the trial of drifting and weightlessness.

But before entering the darkness, he caught a glimpse of the young seedling stumbling out of his head.

So small, with novelty and longing for the whole world.

He can go his own way, or he can be passionate; he can act as if nothing happened, or he can slowly let go.

But he is not alone now.

The newborn seedlings should be born in the two-way wind and spring.