Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

"Otherwise?" Wen Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and asked.

He Xiran's ears became even redder, and he slapped him angrily, saying, "Don't slap!"

He walked back angrily, buried most of his face in his collar, only showing a pair of eyes full of displeasure, and whispered: "Such a good atmosphere has been ruined, bastard!"

Wen Xiaoyu heard it clearly, smiled secretly, grabbed his right hand and asked, "Does your hand hurt?"

"None of your business!" He Xiran said fierce words, but didn't pull out his hand.

The two walked into the dark alley like this, and when they were about to reach the door of the house, He Xiran stopped suddenly, and Wen Xiaoyu asked him: "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to go home." He Xiran looked away from the cold iron gate, and looked at Wen Xiaoyu by the moonlight.

The pure white snowflakes came by the moonlight and landed on his hair and eyelashes, and he gently closed his eyes.

During this period of time, he lost a lot of weight, his chin was pointed, and his thin face was so white that it was almost transparent.The moment the eyes covered with snowflakes opened, Wen Xiaoyu raised his hand to cover them, feeling the two soft eyelashes blinking in the palm of his hand.

It wasn't until he pressed his lips to his scarred forehead that the provocative eyelashes quieted down.

"Then I won't go home, I'll take you to set off the fireworks." Wen Xiaoyu said softly.

When he went back to get his clothes, He Xiran refused to go in with him, insisting on standing at the door in the snow to cool himself down.

Wen Xiaoyu shook his head with a smile, and ran into the house in a few steps.Wen Muchen seemed to have already played in the snow, and was lazily nestling on the sofa watching TV with Grandma Wen.

Seeing him coming in, the two looked over together.Grandma Wen looked at the thin clothes and snowflakes on his body, and didn't ask anything else, just asked: "Where is Ah Ran?"

Wen Xiaoyu cleared his throat and said, "He's outside, we..."

In the middle of his speech, he saw his brother sitting up with bright eyes, and said, "You guys going to play?"

"No." Wen Xiaoyu replied without thinking.

"Oh..." Wen Muchen nestled back on the sofa again, his face full of disappointment.

This made Wen Xiaoyu feel very sorry for his brother, but if he really took Wen Muchen with him, not to mention that He Xiran would definitely blow up, he himself was a little unwilling.

Just as he was thinking hard about finding a suitable excuse, Grandma Wen winked at him and said, "Aren't you going to his house to do homework together? Go quickly, and remember to put on your scarf."

Wen Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the old lady is still the best.He took out his clothes without any risk, and brought his camera along with him.

The two bought fireworks and came to a riverside. The wind was a bit strong, and when He Xiran sneezed, Wen Xiaoyu tied the scarf knitted by Grandma Wen for him.

He Xiran refused to cooperate, leaned back and said, "It's too bloated, it doesn't look good for taking pictures."

Just now I refused to take pictures in embarrassment, but changed my mind when the temperature outside dropped, and cared more about the shooting effect than the photographer.

"Don't worry, I can take good pictures of you even if you are swollen into a bear." Wen Xiaoyu fished the man over and tied the scarf carefully.

He Xiran pursed her lips and asked, "Then what if I become swollen like an orangutan?"

"Then I might have to doubt myself." Wen Xiaoyu said with a serious face.

The two laughed happily, and Wen Xiaoyu felt sorry for the child star while laughing.He clicked his tongue, why did he seem to be sorry for others tonight.

So he conveniently pinched the perpetrator's nose.

The wind by the river is wrapped in snowflakes dancing, beautiful and romantic.

They lit the fireworks, and the night sky suddenly became more beautiful, and He Xiran's eyes were rendered radiant.

Wen Xiaoyu raised the camera and looked at him through the viewfinder.He tilted his head slightly, and the lines of his side face were clean and smooth, which was very suitable for close-up shots.

"Crack!" Wen Xiaoyu pressed the shutter.

He Xiran suddenly opened his round eyes and looked over, like a frightened deer.

"I'm not ready yet," he said slightly complaining.

Wen Xiaoyu pressed the shutter button again, and comforted him: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want, it's more natural to take pictures like this."

He took a few photos of the night sky and the river surface, and he took more photos of He Xiran.

The fireworks faded away, and He Xiran non-stop lit another one, appearing more lively than usual in this hustle and bustle.

"Do you like it?" Wen Xiaoyu asked.

"I like it." He Xiran looked at the camera again, with a smile in his wet pupils.

Wen Xiaoyu stared at He Xiran's slight smile in the camera, and barely took his eyes off the camera.

His heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Do you like today's fireworks, or the one on your birthday?"

Colorful fireworks bloomed, shining colorful lights on He Xiran's face.His eyelashes danced with the light, and the corners of his mouth became more and more curved.

"Like today's," he said.

Wen Xiaoyu was extremely satisfied with this answer.

"I'm so happy today." He Xiran continued, "Wen Xiaoyu, I haven't been this happy for a long, long time."

He was obviously still smiling, but his amber pupils were full of water, with a fragile texture.

Wen Xiaoyu was disturbed by the obscurity and dampness hidden in it, and put down the camera unknowingly.

He Xiran approached him step by step, and asked ravingly: "But I forgot to prepare a birthday present for you, what should I do?"

"What do you think?" Wen Xiaoyu's eyes were deep, from the scar on his forehead to the small mole on the tip of his nose, and finally fell on his pink lips.

This person has been trying to break his bottom line all night, Wen Xiaoyu thought, what a grind.

He Xiran bit her lower lip, wrapped her hands around his shoulders, buried her face in the hollow of his shoulders, and said, "I don't know either."

"It's useless to act like a baby." Wen Xiaoyu put his arms around his waist, and pressed hard on her body, "Let's find a way to solve it."

The person in his arms was silent for a long time, the scorching breath made the side of his neck wet and hot.

Just when Wen Xiaoyu couldn't bear to be embarrassed and wanted to let him go.Seeing that he seemed to have made up his mind, he suddenly straightened up, took off the necklace from his neck, and resolutely put it on Wen Xiaoyu's neck.

Wen Xiaoyu was surprised for a moment, grabbed his hand, and looked at him seriously.

He Xiran looked at him without flinching, and asked with a paranoid expression, "Don't you want it?"

Wen Xiaoyu remained silent, his eyes were a hundred times deeper than before.After confirming that He Xiran was serious, he slowly let go of his wrist.

Then, a low and deep voice sounded in the night: "Yes."

***

The snow has been falling intermittently for several days, carefully embellishing Xuancheng's unique poetic and picturesque, gentle and beautiful.

Such weather is not suitable for cycling, so Wen Xiaoyu took He Xiran to school by bus.The snowy bus is more crowded than usual, so of course the young master doesn't want to take it.

"Why are you so stingy!" He Xiran scolded Wen Xiaoyu behind the station sign, "You've already sold my photo for money, and you still don't want to take me for a taxi."

"How did you say this so strangely?" Wen Xiaoyu wondered, "It's a serious business to submit an article to a magazine."

"How can there be any serious business? It's all about selling lust." He Xiran became more and more enthusiastic, and scolded him, "It's so cheap for me."

"Currently, the price of a few thousand is not too low." Wen Xiaoyu was speechless and funny, and leaned in front of him and said, "And it's not certain whether it can be sold, or you will lose money if you smash it."

"You fart! I'm sure I can sell it for a good price!" After He Xiran finished cursing, she felt something was wrong, just as Wen Xiaoyu lowered her head slightly, opened her mouth and bit his chin.

"Oh shit!" Wen Xiaoyu hid back for a while, wiped off the saliva on his chin dumbfounded, and sighed, "You are getting more and more like a dog now."

There was laughter from a girl next to her, and when Wen Xiaoyu glanced over, she found that they were still holding their mobile phones.He Xiran's face turned red immediately, and he hurriedly took out a mask and put it on, and also put one on for Wen Xiaoyu by the way.

Wen Xiaoyu turned sideways, shielded him from those sights, and asked in a low voice: "Now you know how embarrassing you are?"

"It's not because you always bully me, and I can't beat you." He Xiran's big eyes were full of sorrow.

As the bus to school dangled, Wen Xiaoyu took a last look at his phone, and held it up to He Xiran for him to look at:

"Look at it, it's not that I won't take you to take a taxi, it's that there is really no one to take the order."

He Xiran snorted, and reluctantly followed him onto the bus.There were more people in the car than expected, and the windows were tightly closed to keep warm, and the air quality was poor.

The two squeezed into the higher back row, and the situation was a little better than that of the bottom.But He Xiran still clings tightly to Wen Xiaoyu's body, burying his face in his lapel, preferring to suffocate to death in his clean breath, rather than breathe the air outside.

Wen Xiaoyu held the hanging ring with one hand, and put his arms around the person hanging on his body with the other.Afraid of suffocating people, he lowered his head and said, "Squeak before you die, so I can throw you out."

He Xiran wrapped his arms around his waist, and when he heard this, he tightened his arms suddenly to strangle him.As soon as he moved like this, Wen Xiaoyu's clothes filled with a faint fragrance, and he couldn't help but take a big breath.

"Do you smoke cats? You're addicted to it." Wen Xiaoyu was about to be strangled by him, and it was interesting to watch his movements.

He Xiran said in a muffled voice: "Wen Xiaoyu, I'll buy you a car, we can drive to and from school later."

Wen Xiaoyu laughed angrily: "Are you taking care of me?"

"Whoever wants to take care of you won't know how to cook, will you take care of me to cook for you every day?" He Xiran murmured, "I want you to be my free driver."

What he said was well-founded, directly poking at Wen Xiaoyu's shortcomings.If he hadn't seen his ears turn red, Wen Xiaoyu would have believed it.

"Wait a little longer." Wen Xiaoyu was silent for a while, hugged him tighter, and said in a deep voice, "When I make more money, I will buy us a car and take you wherever I want .”

"Yeah." He Xiran raised his head, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and his voice was soft and sweet, "Let's go to the movies after school, shall we?"

He still had a dead face when he got in the car, and he completely changed when he got off the car.If it weren't for the young master's restraint suppressing his instinct, he would have wished to jump and walk.

Seeing his awkward and cute look, Wen Xiaoyu laughed and shook her head.

When he came to the class, Old Zhao seemed to be waiting on the sidelines, blocking Wen Xiaoyu and pushing him into the corridor.

"Hey, are you finally going to punish the students in public?" Wen Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask because he pushed him inexplicably.

"Get out! Am I that kind of person?" Old Zhao couldn't hide the joy on his face when he scolded others, and said excitedly to him, "Two good news, which one should I hear first?"

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