what are you doing

Ding An was startled, stepped on the snow on the road, slipped, and sat down on the ground.

"Fuck!" Ding An yelled in horror, covering his buttocks, "Yiba Gener! Yiba Gener is broken!"

Fang Zeyu was taken aback by him, and quickly reached out to help him, "It's okay, get up and see if you can move."

Ding An grabbed his wrist and pushed down hard. Fang Zeyu lost his balance, and was dragged by him and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Fuck!" Fang Zeyu propped his hands under his body, soaked in water.

He looked at Ding An's blushing face close at hand, and suddenly laughed, "You did it on purpose, right? Just wanting to be with me..."

He paused, as if he was thinking about the words, "Tie Tie?"

Breathing heat into his face, Ding An felt his face was on fire, and hurriedly pushed him away, "Get out, who the hell is with you...fuck."

"Post-sticking is okay," Fang Zeyu wiped his face with his finger, and stood up, "That's not good."

"You really are," Ding An laughed angrily at him, wiped his face and stood up, "As usual."

Fang Zeyu smiled and said nothing.

When he got in the car, Ding An always felt that his butt was wet, wet and aching.

"Why don't you stand for a while?" Fang Zeyu said.

"Ah?" Ding An turned to look at him, "Why?"

Fang Zeyu moved to the side, "You're almost rushing to me."

The driver brother was happy, "Did you have hemorrhoids?"

"No!" Ding An hurriedly defended, "I don't have hemorrhoids."

"Oh, what's so embarrassing about it," said the driver brother, "I have had it before, and I lived in the hospital for several days. I dare not sit every day, and it takes a lot of effort to poop."

"...Really, I just fell and it hurts." Ding An didn't know what to say, and turned his head to stare at Fang Zeyu who was laughing, "Brother, you should drive hard, the road is slippery when it snows. "

The driver brother turned a corner, "Now this young man is ashamed of having hemorrhoids and making excuses, not at all like me back then."

It would be weird if it looked like that, Ding An complained in his heart, unable to explain it anymore.

Fang Zeyu didn't bring up the matter that something was wrong with Ding An until he got home, and Ding An was relieved lying on the bed.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the streets are bustling with activity, festive red everywhere, more than twice the number of people than usual, and the streets are blocked by cars.

"Ah? Mom, what are you talking about?" Ding An yelled loudly, and the sound of people and trumpets in his ears was going to make his ears useless.

"I said!" Man Yi broke down, "Go buy window grilles and couplets!"

"Ooooh, spring rolls and French fries, good." Ding An responded quickly.

Man Yi slapped him on the back, almost sending him flying.

"Oh, I'm going!" Ding An staggered two steps, apologized to the people in front and walked back, "What are you doing, Mom, you can't practice iron sand palms in this street, it's not good to scare people. "

Why is my son so der?

Man Yi sighed, obviously she was very smart, but she gave birth to a blind and deaf son, not at all like me and him...

Got it, like his dad.

"Son, don't worry," Man Yi said firmly, "Mom will cure you."

"Ah?" Ding An was stunned, "What are you eating? Isn't it spring rolls and French fries?"

... If it can't be cured, let him go.

After entering the shopping mall, although there were still many people, it was not as noisy as outside. Ding An was carrying two large bags of things in his hands. He obviously watched his mother buy them. Who knows why the old coats are so heavy!

The coat that had been taken off was still tucked under his arm, and Manyi's bag was hanging on his chest. Looking at Manyi who was still in high spirits, he felt that he was about to be overwhelmed.

He wanted to send Fang Zeyu a message, asking him to help him quickly.

After moving his hands, he realized that he didn't even have a hand to take out his phone now.

I don't know what he is doing now, whether he bought clothes for the New Year, whether he bought them himself or grandma bought them for him.

If grandma bought it, she wouldn't buy a red padded jacket.

The picture of Fang Zeyu wearing a red padded jacket, holding two strings of candied haws, or holding a fish, or riding a fish.

Ding An burst out laughing.

"Silly son!" Man Yi called him.

"Hey!" Ding An was taken aback, "What's wrong, Mom?"

"I asked you if this dress looks good on you," Man Yi squinted at him, "What are you thinking, silly, laughing all the time?"

"It looks good, it looks good, I didn't think about it." Ding An said.

Man Yi frowned, narrowing her eyes, "Are you in love?"

"Ah?" Ding An was startled, "I'll wipe it, I don't have it."

Man Yi obviously didn't believe it, "I'll tell you that you've been distracted for the past two days, or you just smirked in a daze, you must be in love! Tell me, which little girl is so blind to you?"

"Why don't you open your eyes?" Ding An smiled. "There's really no place. If I do, I'll be the first to tell you."

Man Yi cut out, "You must be the first to tell me."

Ding An agreed, feeling a little uneasy. He didn't know if Fang Zeyu's father would come home during the Chinese New Year. After all, he didn't come back a few times during the Chinese New Year.

But now that Fang Zeyu has returned, his father should come back here to celebrate the New Year, so he won't spend it alone in the south.

But what would Fang Zeyu do if he came back?Didn't it mean that his father didn't want to see him?

Although I don't know exactly what the situation of the two father and son is now, but they have to meet each other during the Chinese New Year.

Ding An turned over and saw that it was almost twelve o'clock, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

Forget it, forget it.

At worst, taking Fang Zeyu to his home for the New Year is just an extra mouth, and it's not bad for him.

I also bought him clothes for the New Year, and it's not bad for him for a few hundred dollars.

With Fang Zeyu's personality, he definitely wouldn't buy it by himself. If grandma bought a red padded jacket, he would definitely not wear it. Wearing old clothes during the New Year has a bad meaning, and it's too pitiful.

Poor boy.

After checking the balance, Ding An put down his phone with satisfaction, and went to buy it tomorrow. The coat that Man Yi and Man Yi saw in the mall today was pretty nice, so he will try it tomorrow.

Ding An went to the mall early the next day. The mall has five floors. The basement is a supermarket. The first, second, third, and fourth floors are all selling clothes, but only the third floor is for men's clothing.

"I said we came too early." Yu Hao yawned, "Several of these stores are not open yet."

"The early bird gets the worm," Ding An said as he walked, "Damn, the door didn't open."

The shop has a rather large frontage, with two entrances and exits on the left and right, which are blocked by clothes poles, and the lights are not even on.

"I said it was too early, and there are not many doors on this entire floor."