Brother Christine

That warm yellow solid cotton half sleeve is Shen Qing's favorite pajamas she has been wearing since high school.

In the morning, debris drifted to the ground.

So Shen Qing fucked his brother's belly and asked his brother to give him a child.

"If it's a boy, we'll call it Shen Tiao," Shen Qing said while stroking his brother's face while kissing, "If it's a girl, we'll call him Shen Tadou.

"Who's child wants to have such a perverted father like you," Jiang Xiao put his arms around the man's neck, and said in a vague voice, "Who will be miserable for eight lifetimes."

"Then are you willing to give birth to me?" Shen gently patted his face and asked softly.

"Your brother is a man," Jiang Xiao snorted, "It won't happen."

"I'll help you. I'll feed my brother." Shen kissed him lightly. "Kiss my brother. If you give me two more kisses, my brother will give birth."

……

……

The train ticket is in the afternoon. Song Miao is a girl. It is inconvenient to take the train up to carry luggage. I bought the ticket together. The two brothers don’t miss the time on the road, especially the night before they go home. The cannon fired continuously for four or five hours, staying together during the day, Jiang Xiao only felt the burning pain in his back.

In the morning to pack things, Jiang Xiao couldn't even squat down. After taking the medicine, he lay on his side on the bed lazily watching a movie, and asked Shen Tadao and Shen Pole's father to pack his luggage.

Shen Qing rummaged through the cabinet again, he and his brother each had a box, didn't pack too many clothes, the New Year gifts bought for their parents before, when packing, the two of them changed it tacitly.Shen Qing gave a bracelet, and Jiang Xiao gave a pendant.

I'm too lazy to deliberately show my sincerity, just send my heart.Others, father and son, mother and son, are no longer extravagant.

Shen Qing also found the cigarette that Hu Hao had given him back then, which was full of a black plastic bag.

His dad also smokes.Shen Qing looked back at his brother, seeing that no one saw him, she quickly lowered her head and took out the lighter and put it in her pocket, tied the knot, wrapped several layers of clothes and put them in the box, and took them away on the road together.

Three fellow villagers waited at the train station at noon and ate Lanzhou noodles nearby.

Song Miao hadn't seen Shen Qing for a while, and told others that he had changed so much in recent months that she almost couldn't recognize him.

Shen Qing took a picture of her face with the black screen of her mobile phone, and said that she didn't feel much change.

"It's more cheerful and mature than before," Song Miao smiled, "at least now I won't climb over the wall again, and I have more friends than before. At the end of the semester, so many of you go out for dinner, and my roommate and I are still on the way I saw you."

"Why don't you say hello?" Jiang Xiao glanced at her, then lowered his head and blew on his face, took a big mouthful, and said, "Call us next time, come and have something to eat together."

"Definitely next time." Song Miao smiled, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xiao's dark wine-red hat.

"Mine." Shen looked at her lightly, and straightened his black hat of the same style that was crooked.

"As expected of a spokesperson, there must be quite a few hats," Song Miao said with a magnanimous smile, "You two colors match quite well."

The two brothers, who were successfully pleasing, smiled at the same time, lowered their heads and buried their faces in a "hmm".

Taking advantage of her happiness, Song Miao said that she wanted to ask Shen Qing to sign an autograph and keep it for her little sisters as a school-opening gift. Of course, the main reason was that she wanted to please the lucky person in front of her.Shen lightly agreed.

Shen Qing's usual handwriting is Xingkai, he writes block script for the exam, and he knows a little bit of official script. When he was a child, he was forced by his mother to practice Xiaozhuan and thin gold script for several years. He also copied five or six copybooks in cursive script, but the latter ones are now forgotten. It's almost there, Song Miao said to write Xingkai, which is casual and good-looking, just like him.

Shen Qing nodded, and signed four postcards for someone. Being bored in the car, he casually wrote a few words of congratulations. Jiang Xiao used to carry a small notebook with him, and when Shen Qing finished writing for Song Miao, he slapped the notebook on Take a pat in front of you, expressing with your eyes:

What other people have, real boyfriends should also have!

Song Miao turned her head to look out the window, and her eyes automatically went blind.

"What do you want to write?" Shen Qing took the small book, opened the title page, and asked with her head down.

"Whatever," Jiang Xiao casually stretched his arms, looked sideways at him, with his legs crossed under the table, and the hem of his shoes rubbed against someone's pants back and forth, "As long as you write, you can write shit."

Shen Qing: "..."

Maybe it's because those who are close to Zhu Zhe Chi are close to Mo and those who are black, his brother has been with people like Huo Ye for a long time, and when they make a fuss, they also make a fuss.

Pressing his fingers on the jumping pages and hesitating, Shen lightly lowered his eyes, staring at the blank space in front of him, pinched the edge of the paper and rubbed it twice, then leaned slightly, sniffed the breath left by his brother on it, and then took the pen After finishing writing in two or three strokes, return it to his brother.

"So fast, what are you writing?" Jiang Xiao glanced at him with a smile, took the notebook and opened it to look at it, raising his eyebrows.

Shen lightly wrote:

You are very fragrant.

"I thought you would write me a love poem," Jiang Xiao bumped his elbow, and complained in a low voice, "At least it should be a little longer than the few words 'Happy New Year and all the best' to wish them?"

"Want to be longer?" Shen looked at him lightly.

"It doesn't need to be too long," Jiang Xiao smiled, and handed over the pen again: "Just a few more words."

Shen Qing nodded, and added a line of words under "You are very fragrant" with a swipe of the pen.

Jiang Xiao leaned his head over curiously to have a look, the corner of his mouth twitched, thick lines appeared all over his head.

Title page:

You are very fragrant.

The child born must also be very fragrant.

Jiang Xiao immediately regretted it, grabbed the notebook and put it in his pocket.

He shouldn't let this ancestor who is not surprising and dying endlessly do it again!

Shen smiled lightly, looking down at the message on the phone.

Milk powder asked him if the text was still updated, and Shen Qing replied "pause".

The next chapter should be written on the day he met Hu Hao at the school gate for dinner, and he even named him "B", but too many things happened that day, and he hasn't figured out how to write it yet.

Milk powder asked him to put a label first, and advised him to update it if he can. Now his books are very popular, and he is considered a very talented author who can produce such results for the first time. Let him not consume the enthusiasm of readers. Shen Lightly replied with a "hmm", but I still plan to go back to school after the next year.

When it comes to listening to other people's opinions, Shen Qing has never yielded.

Jiang Xiao went to the toilet and answered a phone call just as he was leaving the house. It was from his second child.I don't know if it caused the snow wind that night to blow out feelings again, the second child said that he was going to move, and asked Jiang Xiao and Shen Qing to pick a day to move there after school started.

"Are we really together this time?" Jiang Xiao tilted his head with his mobile phone between his hands, and stood by the sink to wash his hands.

"I'm going to see the new hair dryer." The other side also smiled.

"What do you say at home?" Jiang Xiao turned around, glanced at the withered grass and bare forest flashing past the door and window, stopped on the spot, and asked one more question.

"I can't control it," Zeng Shenghao said without fear, "The old man's illness is just right, and if they refuse to accept it in the future, they will have to help hide it and make accomplices."

"That's great." Jiang Xiao leaned against the sink, staring outside, distracted: "Suddenly I started to envy you again."

"If you really don't know what to do," the other side persuaded: "Let's make a compromise first, we are all a family, so we won't do too much."

"hope so."

***

The train on New Year's Eve drove until dark.

When the rumbling train passes through the village, you can still hear the lively sound of crackling firecrackers and fireworks. The fireworks pass through the air and make a chi-chi sound, which gradually fades away as it lifts off, and then explodes at the top.Colorful fireworks are scattered under the dark night, like colorful meteors piercing the sky, and like a romantic flower rain entrusted with a beautiful vision, the neon colors fly into the sky, gorgeous and bright.

The three bored people looked out of the window.

It is already late to go home today, and college students generally take their holidays before the Spring Festival travel rush to avoid the large-scale migration of people from affecting the transportation industry.

Most of the people sitting in the same car with three people are migrant workers who want to go home.

They seldom have suitcases, big burdens of fertilizer bags, piled up on their heads and feet, and the aisles of seven or eight meters have twists and turns.

They sat together in groups of three or five, wearing military overcoats, old faded thick padded jackets, or neat but somewhat crappy attire, and few of them were beautifully dressed.

There are also those who smoke, those who play cards, those who doze off and snore loudly, those who are worried about repeatedly confirming the place to get off with the conductor, because they are too excited to go home for the New Year, and they are calling their wives and children loudly... strong The smell of second-hand smoke, rough and excited faces, and foreigners with strong accents. Some people passed by three people and asked with a smile if they were college students.

Jiang Xiao sat on the outermost side, and he was the one to talk about the scene. A few men sitting across the aisle asked why they came home so late, and Jiang Xiao laughed and said that the tickets were bought late, so he stayed at school for a few more days.

In fact, it was faster to buy high-speed rail tickets, and the two brothers are not short of the money now, but considering Song Miao, the two of them still took the train.

"It's easy for you college students to go to school!" A man asked with his head: "Do you sleep every day! Play games every day! No one cares about skipping classes, just pass the exam!"

"It's okay," Jiang Xiao said with a smile, "It depends on how to learn."

"Hey! Why can't studying be easier than those of us who work hard!" Another man said: "My girl is going to take the college entrance examination next year. Now she is complaining that she is under too much pressure. She is crying every day and complaining that she doesn't want to go. Just go back to the village with me to marry someone and farm the land, but she doesn't want to, because she can't bear the wind and sun.

I also don't understand, compared to our older generation, your generation is already enjoying a lot of happiness. You sit in an air-conditioned room and a heating room every day. Eight out of ten are only children. You don’t have to worry about what to eat for your next meal. A bunch of responsible and good teachers are still around you every day. You can just use your brains and study. Why is there so much pressure? "

Jiang Xiao nodded, echoing your hard work a few times.

"Originally," another man became resentful when he heard this, raised his hand with a broken finger to Jiang Xiao, and said, "Look, the welding pipe has welded off one of my fingers, and I This old man has never shed a tear. The bastard at home, when he encountered a question he couldn’t do in the college entrance examination, he threw his notebook and kicked the table. I didn’t expect him to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University for me. You are stubborn and stubborn like a donkey all day long, and you will be kicked by the old man at every turn. I am not talking about you. That's all, how can I do it when I grow up!"

"Uncle, you can't say that," Jiang Xiao couldn't help it anymore: "Our two generations are facing different pressures at different stages of social development. You only ask for food and clothing, and you can solve the biggest problem in life. But now we want to pursue our ideals and satisfy our spirit, your material things are just basic for us.

Nowadays, the pace of social development is so fast, people cannot live without development, and it is impossible for the next generation to stay in the era when you worked hard to make a living. We are indeed born without worrying about food, oil, rice and noodles, but now that the problem is solved, it is hard for us not to be premature thinking about the future.

In the future, in first- and second-tier big cities, favorite jobs, money, cars, houses, marriage and children, the elderly and families, we will consider whether the current efforts will really realize our dreams across classes, and whether we can really get it at the end of the ten-year cold window. The high-quality life I yearn for is always just an example. Too many realities undermine the confidence of young people. We hesitate repeatedly, but we just don’t want to make unnecessary efforts.

Whether it's rebellious or bad-tempered, I don't deny these things, but our generation is indeed more thoughtful than you think. The network communication is so developed, we have seen the world, and we can no longer stay in one corner. We are not reconciled , but the reality does not give us the ability to cover everything. In places where you cannot see or enter, the collapse of young people is unimaginable. Mental pain is more tormenting than physical starvation and cold. I can't understand it, and we can't explain it to you.

Speaking of farming, the land is not easy to grow now. The country needs to be built, and the land is very expensive. How many demolition upstarts are there?Are rural hukou more popular now?I feel lucky for your children. You can add [-] points to the college entrance examination for agricultural independence, and you can score thousands of people in the province with one point, not to mention the tens of thousands of papers that those people have worked day and night, so no matter the rural areas Still a city, the reality forces us to go up and move forward. "

"Nowadays, school is involved, and education is also involved. Being a student also has the difficulties of being a student. Of course, we can't compare with the rich and powerful. I personally feel that there will be very few ignorant children, because they are too young. I can’t express my hidden worries, and the way of expression is a bit extreme.”

Jiang Xiao looked at the group of uncles who had calmed down, and said to people seriously: "Heartless children are not like this, really ignorant children, how can they cry when they don't know how to learn, children who really don't care about anything , how can they take this college entrance examination that can change their destiny so seriously? In the end, they are not ignorant, but they have seen everything early and become too sensible, but they have not found a solution to it, and they are depressed. People understand that through youthful rebellion, you will vent it if you can't stand it."

A group of uncles with angry faces, as well as people who had all gathered their heads to listen to the lecture, stared at him eagerly.

The carriage is quiet.

"As expected of a senior," Song Miao laughed softly, "If you want me to talk about this, I have to make a draft first."

"A heartless person," Shen Qing stood behind him, pinched his brother's butt with his fingers, and said coldly, "What kind of person?"

A certain person who was pretending to be aggressive with the uncles was still chatting freely, but was suddenly attacked by the rear, Jiang Xiao was startled, and turned to stare at him: "It's not you!"

Shen Qing: "..."

"Sure enough, it's better to be educated," the man with the severed finger sighed, "How can you speak a sentence? Listening to a pig's words is better than reading ten years of books!"

"Uncle," Song Miao pointed her head and reminded in a low voice, "Listen to what you have to say."

"Oh oh oh," the man slapped his forehead: "No wonder, I keep saying it! How can that pig talk!"

Three people: "..."

"It's really well said. Although we don't understand what you are doing all the time, we can tell it by feeling. It's really well said!" A man smacked his lips: "My child has never told me over these."

"I didn't tell my dad about it either." Jiang Xiao smiled wryly.

"Everyone is the same," Song Miao shook her head with a smile, "I can't say what I want to say."

"Too lazy." Shen Qing lowered his head and played with his phone.

"Hey! Zhao Laosan! Didn't your kid get admitted to university later?" A man asked curiously, "Why didn't he pass the exam?"

"Hey," the man with the severed finger waved his hand: "Who knows what school he applied for? I can't help you with this matter. He asked their teacher to apply for it. In Shanghai, he said it was a 789 school. I don't think so." Taihang, you’ll be so stupid when you hear this name, how can there be a school called 789? It still ends with the word ‘Yuan’, I’ve never heard of it.”

"What major?"

"Review the one who lays eggs, maybe it's some kind of chicken farm," the man said with disgust on his face: "The boy said that the school is still in the city center, and I don't know if those rich bosses don't like living with them. He is studying for a Ph.D. over there, and I don’t know what else to do for this thing, he is willing to learn, and I will just save money for him.”

The three observers: "..."

I wonder if my son, who has been in Fudan for six or seven years, knows that his father thinks he is still raising chickens.

After a few stops, the uncles got off the train one after another. After the train entered the city, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks gradually became inaudible. The city has strict regulations on fireworks and firecrackers. After Xiao and the others got off at the city railway station, Song Miao went to buy some fairy wands and gave them two.

"Shen Qing! Senior!" Someone came to pick him up at home, and Song Miao smiled and waved to them when she got on the car: "Happy New Year!"

The two nodded to her and said happy new year.

Jiang Xiao held the fairy wand, looked at Song Miao's back, watched the rear of the other party's car gradually leave his sight, suddenly squinted his eyes, and asked, "Is she only in that purple dress?"

"You just found out?" Shen Qing tugged at him in disgust, and led him to another direction.

"Don't you dislike her?" Jiang Xiao turned his head to look at him, "Why did you buy her milk tea?"

"Because you took hers away." Shen gently pushed the box, bowed his head and sent a message to his father to make an appointment for the bus.

"Then you still have to send her off!" Jiang Xiao leaned over to look.

"Stupid," Shen Qing raised his hand and pressed his brother's head: "Don't be pushy, can you?"

Jiang Xiao took the opportunity to tilt his head and bit Shen Qing's finger.

"You are a dog." Shen Qing rubbed hard on his brother's clothes.

"Who isn't?" Jiang Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it is the time when Chinese families reunite to eat dumplings and watch the Spring Festival Gala. At this point in the city railway station, there are almost no one except the staff, and the bus is also stopped. Shen Qing dragged his brother to a stop sign on the side of the road Next, say that their dad will be here soon.

Jiang Xiao covered the two of them with two big boxes, squatted down next to Shen Qing, hid in the gap, and turned his head to look at him.

Cold wind, whoosh.

Sensing the burning gaze of the other party, Shen lightly turned off the screen, raised the brim of his hat, and tilted his head to look at him.

The light amber pupils stared at a little ink in the focal length of the black pupils, and each pair of eyes reflected the demeanor of the sweetheart.

The night is dark, the clouds are light and the moon is light, the wind is rustling on the empty avenue, and the wind blows the leaves and snow, blowing the two faces facing each other, but no one moves.

Small world, very quiet.

Jiang Xiao suddenly closed his eyes.

In just a second, the clear breath of bamboo leaves rushed over.The palm of the hand that was held empty was scratched a few times by the cold fingertips that penetrated, and immediately, two petals of soft warmth were felt on the lips.

Jiang Xiao's eyelashes trembled.

"Brother," Shen Qing sucked his lips: "Happy New Year, I love you."

"Happy New Year," Jiang Xiao chuckled, and squeezed his hand tightly: "I love you too."

far away--

Didi! !moo moo! !

The author has something to say:

Don't worry I didn't find out

How could anyone get caught before entering the house?

Regarding the two generations discussed in the article, I simply think that this is a problem that every young person will encounter. Jiang Xiao, Shen Qing, and the others, as contemporary college students, should also think about this proposition

It's purely personal opinion, random talk, I'm too young and inexperienced, I can't make any big sense, I don't mean to contradict the previous generation, little angels who have different opinions, we can also discuss it in the comment area~ ~

In addition, the update time is [-]:[-] every night, and occasionally the system will be delayed, so it should be fine if you scan it a few more times QAQ

If it is locked, little angels should not stay up too late, go to bed early, have a lot of hair, and have a great body, lock. I will try to modify the chapter on the basis of retaining the original~

It is estimated that the main text will end in about 120 chapters (I guess, those who are running naked, I am afraid that everyone will wait anxiously, so I will give you the details in advance)

At that time, there will be another tens of thousands of words, both the main and the deputy CP

Well, that's roughly the plan

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 cabbage;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 479323463; 1 cabbage; 1 autumn rain

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Huazhileiyimian; 286942853 bottles; 2 bottles of autumn rain;

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