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Mid-January is the coldest time. The winter in the south is wet and cold, and the cold air seems to be going to the bones.

Xuanzhao has never been in the habit of turning on the air conditioner and heating. After returning to the hut and sitting for a while, he felt that the cold was unbearable.

His left knee hurt as if it had been knocked open by a chisel. Xuan Zhao clutched his left knee, realizing that he had already been spoiled by Cen Baiyan in just one month.

Cen Baiyan will cover the bed with a warm water bag for him, the room where Cen Baiyan is always warm, and Cen Baiyan likes to be next to him in everything he does, Cen Baiyan is a source of heat, being close to him brings warmth.

Xuan Zhao took a few painkillers, sat down at the desk, raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, and made an overseas call with the American office.

While Xuanzhao was investigating Wanqianshan's overseas assets, Cen Boyan and Chen Wei played video games for a while, drank two cans of beer, and chatted endlessly about Dashan. Chen Wei said drunkenly: "Let me tell you, Bo Yan's house is really fucking hot! Some time ago, his father gave him a big villa, by the sea, I went to play when I was a child, and there is a garden I|Fuck!"

Cen Baiyan didn't like to mention his family in front of others, so he slapped Chen Wei: "You're the only one who talks too much!"

Chen Wei has a poor capacity for alcohol, his face turns red after two sips, and he smiles cheaply and foolishly: "You belong to the body, you are in the blessing, and you don't know the blessing! I want your father——"

"Shut up!" Cen Baiyan stuffed a hoof into his mouth, and his originally good mood suddenly became a little irritable.

He was the last to know that Wan Qianshan was going to transfer the ownership of Linhai Villa to him. Cen Jingxiang had already shown off to his wives for several rounds. Even Chen Wei had heard the news from his mother. Know cause and effect.He went to ask Cen Jingxiang, and Cen Jingxiang only said to let him thank Wan Qianshan, don't worry about the rest, mother does everything for you.

Cen Baiyan didn't know why, but after Wan Qianshan's birthday, Cen Jingxiang became irritable and utilitarian. The two of them, the mother and son, had a very unhappy fight in recent months, and every time they made a phone call, they ended up unhappy.

"Brother Yan, you are a rich young man!"

The rest booed one after another.

"Awesome, we are all poor and white, and Bai Yan has his own real estate."

"That's right, Bo Yan, when will you take my brothers to your big villa?"

"Go away," Cen Baiyan raised his head and took a sip of his wine, snorting sarcastically, "You guys know nothing!"

Chen Wei burped: "Only I understand, hehehe."

Wang Yi's parents were frying crayfish in the kitchen and called Wang Yi to help. Cen Baiyan turned his head and watched the family of three busy in front of the stove. Dad can't pretend well, why don't you talk about my dad?Wang Yi's father laughed loudly, saying that you bastard, you are throwing the blame on your father!

This was actually just an ordinary scene, but Cen Baiyan's throat choked up.

He had never seen such an ordinary but warm scene in his memory.

The phone vibrated, it was Xuanzhao's message——

【When will you go home? I'm so sleepy. 】

The soreness in his throat was instantly soothed by these words, and Cen Baiyan's heart felt soft. He suddenly wanted to go home very much, to the home where he and Xuan Zhao were.

He replied in a low voice: "Come back now, I will be there in half an hour."

After confirming when Cen Boyan would come back, Xuan Zhao collected the materials without haste.

The news came from his subordinates, and the group of people who went to the nursing home were indeed sent by Cen Jingxiang, and the one who took the lead was Cen Jingxiang's cousin, Wang Taibao. Seeing that the money-minded gangster had no professional ethics, he would recruit them all if he was offered some favors. up.

——Cen Jingxiang gave him 2 yuan to inquire about Xuanyu's physical condition and see if Xuanyu was really dying.

"It's best to die soon. If you still can't die, use these photos to stimulate her more and make her go crazy." The subordinates reported truthfully.

"Those photos" are Wan Qianshan and Cen Jingxiang's affectionate group photos. Xuan Zhao flipped through them one by one on the phone, one of which was a family portrait of a family of four. Cen Baiyan's handsome and tough smiling face made Xuan Zhao feel extremely dazzling.

"Wang Taibao also said. Said." The subordinates faltered and hawed at the earphone, not daring to speak out.

The lenses of the glasses reflected the cold white light of the desk lamp, and Xuan Zhao's eyes were colder than the light: "What are you talking about?"

"That woman taught Wang Taibao a trick. If Mrs. Xuan is in good health, she will threaten the wife to kill your crippled son."

On the contrary, Xuan Zhao raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh? She finally remembered that there is me?"

Perhaps because he is disabled, and because Wan Qianshan wished to live without him as a son, Cen Jingxiang never paid much attention to Xuan Zhao, perhaps because he concluded that a cripple was not a threat, and let him fend for himself outside .

"Boss, what should we do with this Wang Taibao?" his subordinates asked, "Should we set up a trick for him and let him stay in the trap for a few years?"

"No, Cen Jingxiang will give him [-] yuan, and you will give him [-] yuan, and ask him to register at the front desk of the nursing home every two days for the next ten days," Xuan Zhao kneaded his left wrist bone with his right hand, with a smile on his lips , "On the morning of New Year's Eve, do as I say next."

Cen Baiyan looked up and saw the faint light from the window on the third floor, his body felt warm instantly, he let out a breath, unwilling to wait for half a second, strode up to the third floor, opened the door and shouted: "I'm back."

Xuan Zhaowo was translating documents on the beanbag sofa next to the bed, with a blanket on his lap, and raised his head and smiled when he heard the sound: "You're back?"

With a thought in his mind, Cen Baiyan's coldness quickly faded away in this smile. He took off his coat and threw it aside, walked to Xuan Zhao's side in two or three steps, knelt down on one knee, and hugged Xuan Zhao tightly into his arms.

Xuan Zhao was taken aback, the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and the documents were also scattered on the ground.

"I miss you," Cen Baiyan buried his head in Xuan Zhao's neck, took a deep breath, "I miss you so much."

He smelled faintly of alcohol, Xuan Zhao said, "Have you been drinking?"

"Just a little," Cen Baiyan said, "not drunk."

Xuan Zhao turned his head and saw Cen Baiyan's red ears, he must have drunk more than "a little".

"I'll cook some tangerine peel for you." Xuan Zhao lightly patted Cen Baiyan on the back, "It's for hangover and cold."

Cen Baiyan laughed softly, his whole body weight was on Xuan Zhao's body, and the tip of his nose was pressed against Xuan Zhao's: "You are taking care of me."

"You are heavy." Xuanzhao put his palm against Cen Baiyan, feeling the slight shock from Cen Baiyan's chest in his palm, and said helplessly, "I don't take care of you, who will take care of you."

"I like that you take care of me, I like it," Cen Baiyan said, "I really like it, take care of you and me."

Xuan Zhao couldn't help laughing: "I can't speak clearly, how much did you drink?"

"Zhaozhao," Cen Baiyan called him in a low voice, holding his hand on his heart, "Zhaozhao, I will take care of you, and you will take care of me, forever and ever, okay?"

Xuan Zhao paused, curling his fingertips slightly.

Cen Baiyan's head was heavy and he didn't notice Xuan Zhao's unnaturalness: "I miss you very much tonight, I miss you very much."

"You're talking nonsense again," Xuan Zhao pushed him, "I'll make you hangover soup."

When Xuanzhao was busy in the kitchen, Cen Baiyan hugged him from behind. This guy was drunk and clingier than usual, like a big dog.

After drinking the hot soup, Cen Boyan yelled that he was sleepy. He lay on Xuanzhao's bed and refused to move. He was heavy with broad shoulders and long legs. Wipe your hands.When Cen Baiyan fell asleep, Xuan Zhao sat by the bed and watched him quietly for a while, then quietly left the hut and went to sleep in Cen Baiyan's room.

The lights are out, everything is silent, and this winter holiday season has officially begun.

In the first two days, Cen Baiyan took Xuanzhao to a date. Like every ordinary couple, they went to the theater to watch a lengthy romance movie, went to the night market to share the same bunch of candied haws, and made a pair of pottery in a small handicraft shop. People, watching the sunrise on the top of the mountain in the morning, and kissing at the moment when the Ferris wheel reaches the top at night.

These should be the purest two days in the 16 years since Xuan Zhao turned seven. When the Ferris wheel was slowly rising, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the stars.

Xuanzhao thought of his middle school days, when he often hid behind the pillars of the teaching building to watch his classmates play basketball, once when everyone was gone, he tried to jump under the rim by imitating the way others shot. Get up, but fall heavily to the ground.He couldn't even complete such a simple action as jumping, but as the Ferris wheel climbed, at some point even the sky seemed to be within reach.

When Cen Baiyan kissed him, the fireworks in the amusement park were in full bloom, the boundless universe was above his head, and the fireworks were shining outside the window. Cen Baiyan's warm lips pressed against him, Xuanzhao's heart throbbed, and his tensed shoulders were bit by bit. He relaxed slightly, and then embraced Cen Baiyan.

It is said that making a wish at the highest point of the Ferris wheel will come true. Cen Baiyan bit his lips and said vaguely: "I like you, I like you so much."

Xuan Zhao's eyes flickered: "Me too."

At that moment, he chose to succumb to the warmth in front of him. The moment the Ferris wheel landed, Xuan Zhao lowered his head and exhaled softly. He felt that it was enough.

At least he was this close to the sky.

On the third day of the holiday, Cen Qing went to Haigang City.

Cen Baiyan picked him up at the high-speed rail station early in the morning. Xuanzhao didn't feel any ups and downs. He had neither joy nor expectation for this sister he had never met. He read two papers in the study and carried the clothes from the washing machine to the window sill. to dry.

It was almost noon when Cen Baiyan brought him back.

"Brother, you said you moved out to rent a house, so you live here?"

Cen Qing's crisp voice came from downstairs.

"Are you experiencing life? I don't want to live here!" Cen Qing acted coquettishly, "You book a hotel for me, my shoes are dirty when I step on the stairs!"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's good to bring you here, why are there so many words." Cen Baiyan snorted.

Cen Qing shook Cen Baiyan's arm: "No, I won't anyway! If you don't let me stay in a hotel, I will speak ill of you to my mother!"

"Little spy." Cen Baiyan gave her a loving look.

On the corridor on the third floor, Xuan Zhao waited for them to come up by the door, and said with a smile, "You're back?"

Cen Qing looked up at Xuan Zhao, looked at him curiously, tilted her head and asked, "Are you my brother's roommate?"

The girl in front of me was very good-looking, with a pair of apricot eyes that were extremely agile, her face was a standard melon-shaped face with delicate twin ponytails, and the bright red down jacket made her more lively and lovely.

"Well," Xuan Zhao bowed elegantly, "Nice to meet you."

Cen Qing blinked her eyes: "I think you look familiar."

"Which handsome guy doesn't look familiar to you?" Cen Baiyan brought up her suitcase, "Go upstairs."

Xuan Zhao looked at Cen Qing and smiled slightly: "Really?"

Cen Qing didn't recognize the stranger at all, and when she got closer, she found Xuan Zhao was leaning on a walking stick, and asked in surprise, "Are you crippled?"

Cen Baiyan frowned, and scolded, "Xiaoqing!"

Xuan Zhao didn't mind at all: "There was a car accident, the root cause of the disease."

"Why is the car accident so serious?" Cen Qing always felt an inexplicable closeness to Xuan Zhao, "How did it happen?"

The smile on Xuan Zhao's face gradually deepened: "Because of a phone call."

"The driver called while driving?" Cen Qing said, "That's pretty damn."

"Don't ask nonsense, little brat," Cen Baiyan glanced at Xuan Zhao, and pulled Cen Qing into the room, "Go away."

He threw the suitcase in, and Cen Qing yelled in anger, saying that this suitcase was a limited edition brought back by his father from the United States, how could he throw it around!

Cen Boyan shook his head helplessly, and said to Xuan Zhao: "She is like this, spoiled."

"It's okay," Xuan Zhaowen said, "I think it's cute."