Who said he was a bad guy? !

Winter is a very contradictory season. It comes quickly and goes slowly. The reason why it goes slowly is because it is too cold and too difficult to endure.I never felt this way before. Since I was 12 years old, I didn’t go out during the winter vacation. I watched TV and ate snacks almost every day in the house by the heater, and no one cared about me. ?

But it is different now.

I squatted down, poked the arrogant charcoal in the charcoal basin with fire chopsticks, watched them crackling and sparking like protests, and sighed heavily, thinking that this is life!

My frostbitten hand has been healed under Duanlang's persistent treatment. I am still a little unhappy. I thought that the recovery of my hand meant that the days of being a washing machine would come again. I never expected that this kid would never Throw a dirty laundry at me, let alone clothes, not even a pair of socks.I feel extremely gratified by his conscience discovery. In this way, I lived a leisurely life of watering flowers, feeding pigeons and cooking every day, and ushered in the first New Year here.

I poked the fire chopsticks into the charcoal basin, stood up, washed my hands, leaned against the stove, and started making dumplings.

It is impossible to pass the year without dumplings!

While I was making dumplings, I estimated the time in my heart. It was getting dark now, and Duanlang should be back soon.Since the last time the two of us explored the kitchen at night for supper, Duanlang was happier than ever. After eating and drinking, he proposed: let me cook directly at his place in the future.

I thought it didn't matter, it was the same everywhere, so I nodded and agreed, but I still asked a question: "Why?"

His answer was beyond my expectation: "To save you from having to make a trip to deliver it."

I was taken aback when I heard this, when did he learn to think for others?

He seemed to see what I was thinking, and immediately added arrogantly: "It's so cold, it's getting cold."

After that day, I thought about it for a long time, and I don't know if it was my illusion. I always felt that the boy's hair became smoother and cuter, and he became more and more cute...

I was proudly holding the dumplings in my hands when suddenly the door opened, bringing in a gust of cold wind. I looked back and saw Duanlang holding a sword in his right hand and a jar of wine in his left hand. His ears were red from the cold. On the table, quickly turned around and closed the door.

When I saw the wine he brought back, I couldn't help frowning: "I still drink at a young age."

Duanlang glanced at me and said calmly, "Sixteen, older than you."

"..."

Ouch, little brother, you are so cute. Although my sister looks fourteen or fifteen years old now, her actual age is almost twenty~

Seeing that I didn't speak, he leaned closer and explained: "I'm not drinking, a guest is coming soon."

"Guest?" With his cool, domineering, pretentious and beating personality, why would anyone want to come to visit?What a surprise!

"Yeah." He nodded, twitching the corner of his mouth, "My friend, I'll give you the medicine."

oh!Forget about this!

I acted like I had suddenly realized it, and then said seriously: "That is also a benefactor, so I have to treat him well."

After that, I lowered my head again and continued to smash the dumplings.

He also sat down, and began to concentrate on reading his sword manual without saying a word.

At this moment, the room was so quiet, it was not an exaggeration to say that you could hear a needle drop clearly.Not only in the house, but also outside the house, there are no firecrackers, no singing and dancing.During the day, the pigeons are flying around and cooing can be heard, but now, the pigeons are asleep, and there is no sound at all. How can this be Chinese New Year?Tomb-sweeping day is almost there!

I couldn't help complaining: "How can it be so quiet during the Chinese New Year..."

Duan Lang raised his head from the sword manual, and said very seriously: "It's always been like this, the leader said, 'The world is not yet unified, so I'm not in the mood to celebrate the New Year'..."

It's unbelievable! ! !

"Damn, for so many years of co-authoring, you all took the Spring Festival as Qingming?!" I was heartbroken, "This is really abnormal!"

Hearing what I said, he quit, put down the sword manual, stood up, frowned slightly, and said to me: "You can't say that, I don't think there is anything good about Chinese New Year."

Before I could open my mouth to refute, he stretched out his hand, grabbed my sleeves full of flour, opened the door and went out.The cold wind blew over with a "swish", and I shuddered, wondering what kind of wind this kid Duanlang was blowing again!

Looking at Duanlang again, he looked at the doors and windows of his hut, then at me, and said word by word: "Speaking of this, I haven't settled with you yet..."

Settle accounts?What account?

I don't know where he said this, pointing innocently at the window grille with the Chinese character "Xi" on his window, and asked, "Are you talking about this? I cut it and pasted it, isn't it pretty?"

"...Shouldn't someone post this when they got married?" He looked at the window grilles, feeling very helpless.

ah... found out...

I touched the back of my head: "I, I will only cut this one, next time..."

"And this!" He interrupted me, pointing to the Spring Festival couplet pasted by the door, "What is this?"

"Spring Festival couplets..."

"I know!" He gritted his teeth and pointed at the Spring Festival couplets with trembling fingers, "I'm talking about the content..."

I saw two pieces of red paper pasted on both sides of the door, and one right above the door frame, all of which were Xiao's wild cursive style that I am proud of. talent.

Shanglian: Look at the back and fascinate girls all over the world.The second couplet: Seeing the face scares away millions of heroes.Hengpi: I want to ask for marriage!

"What kind of mess is this!?"

I'm a little embarrassed, although I think my writing is good, easy to understand and humorous, which is really suitable for the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, but looking at him like this, it seems that I don't like it?

So I said modestly: "The writing is not very good, why don't I write another one for you?"

He visibly froze: "No!"

I nodded: "That's fine, but don't tear it up. It's unlucky to tear off the Spring Festival couplets just pasted!" After that, I sniffed, "I'm freezing to death, go back and make dumplings!"

……

Yes, I did it on purpose. My purpose is very simple, just to make him feel uncomfortable!Don't think that you can pretend not to know the source of my frostbite just by curing it!If it wasn't for Ya asking me to do laundry every day, hum!

I think so, but after all, posting such Spring Festival couplets is really not an ordinary embarrassment.I told myself that it was enough to vent my anger, and I would write a new post for him after dinner.

But Duanlang didn't know my kind thoughts of muddling along. Every time I finished making a few dumplings, when I looked back at him, I could see his eyes full of resentment.

Oh, little brother, you, a sunny boy, don't keep using this kind of eyes that don't match your age~

However, I have to say, dear readers, I wonder if you have noticed that his temper seems to have changed for the better!ah?What?Didn't see it?Oh, it doesn't matter, as long as I find out, at least now he doesn't roll his eyes at me or stare at me.

……

I finished wrapping all the stuffing, but there was still a small lump of dough left, I had an idea, took the lump of noodles, approached Duanlang cheerfully, and said with a flattering smile: "Don't be angry, I'll give you this, pinch it Let's play."

"..."

Hello!The surname is broken!I just finished praising you with the readers, why do you look at me with disgust? !

Duanlang snatched the dough from my hand and kneaded it vigorously.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside, (huh, is this knock on the door really good?) followed by a very hesitant sentence: "Uh... Duanlang?"

Hearing this sound, Duanlang slammed the dough on the table, and rushed to open the door in ecstasy.

The visitor was dressed in a white long gown, with a tall and straight figure and a face like a jade crown, except that his nostrils were a bit big.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." The man smiled, "Master's appetite was too good just now, so he ate an extra bowl of stewed meat, so we were late for dinner."

Braised? !

Is it Xiongba? !

Wait... Master? !

I slapped my forehead suddenly, really, as a person who has watched TV dramas, how could I forget it!Duanlang's only friend in the world is Nie Feng!He is one of the male protagonists in this play, the third apprentice of Mr. Xiongba, the heartthrob Nie Feng who overwhelms his wife to death!

Duanlang and Nie Feng came in arm in arm and very affectionately. Seeing this scene, I tactfully turned around and boiled the dumplings.

"Hey, Duanlang, this girl is...?"

"Oh, her name is Xiao Xuan." Duan Lang introduced very simply.

I put down what I was doing, turned around and saluted Nie Feng: "Master Feng is good."

"Hello, Miss Xiao." Nie Feng smiled gently, and asked, as if remembering something, "Are you from Duanlang...?"

"friend!"

"Little brother!"

Duanlang and I gave different answers to the same question at the same moment, which made Nie Feng a little messy. He looked at Duanlang and then at me: "What?"

Duan Lang didn't know when he picked up the dough that he had just roughed up, and while kneading it in his hands, he said slowly: "She is the idiot whose hands are swollen from cold as I mentioned last time."

that idiot...

idiot...

Fool……

Egg……

"She doesn't work well here." Duanlang pointed to his head, "Don't pay attention to her."

Nie Feng didn't even realize that this was Duanlang's personal attack on me, and said with a smile, "So that's the case, I'm still surprised, I haven't heard of you having a younger brother for so many years."

I cover my face, handsome Nie, do you know that this younger brother is not that younger brother!

I continued to work in front of the stove, thinking to forget it, I don't care about what people say among friends, even though Duanlang, a brat, deliberately ruined my good image.

But then Nie Feng said something that made me happy instantly.

He said: "By the way, Duanlang, I saw the Spring Festival couplets pasted on your door!"

"I……"

Nie Feng added affectionately: "You can write such a Spring Festival couplet now, which proves that you are in a good mood. I am so happy for you!"

"Nie..."

"Come on, have a drink!"

"..."

It's different to eat dinner alone. I have a habit of not being poor at the dinner table. I used to face the domineering Duanlang, and every time I shook a burden, I would be attacked by him with a blank eye, but this time I didn't. .I don't know what's going on, Nie Feng's smile is extremely low, and I almost choked on laughing out loud several times, so Duanlang can only keep following "hehe" and "haha", I can feel that he is very uncomfortable.

I see!All this is because of the love for my friends!

... Then you can't love so vigorously, can you?

I just washed the dishes after the two of them finished eating, and then took advantage of the time when they were drinking and chatting, I went back to my hut, cut some red paper, and re-wrote a pair of Spring Festival couplets.When I came back again, I found the two masters lying on the table, and the wine jar was empty...

I couldn't help but twitched the corner of my mouth: "I said earlier that minors should not drink..."

So I moved the two masters to bed very intimately, closed the door, left, and went home to sleep...

I lay on the bed and thought, cooking so many meals and washing so many clothes for him, this kind of kindness should be almost repaid.After this year is over, I will quickly withdraw from Duanlang, the future little boss. Again, I must not play myself to death.