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"Here comes the shrimp slips." Ke Yici picked up a small spoon and dropped the leaf-shaped shrimp slips into the boiling hot pot in batches.

Wen Ling's cheeks flushed from eating, he took a sip of sour plum soup to relieve the spicy, staring at the undulating beef in the pot with bright eyes, picked up a piece of yellow throat wrapped in sesame sauce and put it into his mouth.

"Speaking of which, I haven't learned to draw for a long time." Ke Yici said, "When will Teacher Xiao Wen return to class?"

"Wait, I'm done," Wen Ling choked on the spicy skin, "cough cough cough——"

"Slow down." Ke Yici quickly handed over the napkin.

Wen Ling coughed for a long time, took the napkin to wipe away the tears secreted from the corners of his eyes due to stimulation, and said, "Winter vacation."

"Are you going back to Tianjin for the winter vacation?" Ke Yici asked.

Wen Ling shook his head, he said, "Follow, grandma, let's go."

Ke Yici had met Shi Rong and had heard a little about the Shi family's business. He said, "Is your grandma a jewelry designer?"

Wen Ling nodded, then shook his head, he said, "Grandma, I like it, home decoration."

After a meal, Ke Yici dug up Wen Ling's family background.Shi Rong's grandfather ran a pawn shop, and Shi Rong's father took over and expanded it into a jewelry auction company. Shi Rong also learned jewelry design as a matter of course and became the owner of the auction company.

After three generations of hard work, the company's business scope has gone beyond the concept of "auction" and is moving towards a broader market.However, Wen Ling's soft and delicate personality is not suitable for taking over the family business, so Shi Rong chose to train Wen Ruixue to inherit the company.

Wen Ling has no objection to this decision, and he doesn't want to be tied down by the company, he wants to create freely and live a colorful life.

"Where are you going on vacation?" Wen Ling asked.

Ke Yici smiled wryly: "Where did I get the holiday? There is a small long holiday for Chinese New Year. I will stay home for two days and then come to play with you?"

Wen Ling nodded: "Okay."

"New Year's is too far away, let's talk about the near future, I'll make an appointment for you on Christmas." Ke Yici said, "You don't have an appointment with anyone else, do you?"

Wen Ling shook her head honestly.

"Let's go skating." Ke Yici said, "Can you skate?"

"No." Wen Ling said.

"Hey, I will." Ke Yici said, "It's my turn to teach you."

"Ke, teacher." Wen Ling responded to Ke Yici like Ke Yici teased him.

Ke Yici's skin was as thick as five Wen Ling's, and he responded with a smile: "Student Xiao Wen is really polite."

Zhang Qiang bent down and picked up a dirty note from the trash can with a string of phone numbers written on it.He put the boxed rice porridge on the bedside, looked at his dying son lying on the bed, and said, "Longlong, it's time to eat."

The boy barely opened his eyes and muttered, "I don't want to eat."

"Eat a little, does your body still hurt?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"It doesn't hurt, it's uncomfortable." The boy said.

In the end stage of uremia, kidney failure, the boy had almost no urine, all relying on hemodialysis instead of kidney work, dry and swollen skin, abnormal digestive tract, nausea and vomiting, diarrhea and anorexia.

Zhang Longlong couldn't eat the food, he asked, "Where is mom?"

"Mom just came here." Zhang Qiang picked up the porridge, "This is brought by my mother."

"I want to see my mother." Zhang Longlong said, "Is it because my mother is angry because I don't eat?"

"No." Zhang Qiang said, he was clumsy with his tongue, and he only had the same lie to coax the child, "Mom works to earn money and buy food for Longlong."

"I want to go out and play." Zhang Longlong said, he opened his mouth, took a mouthful of porridge, and kept it in his mouth for a long time.

"You can go out to play next month." Zhang Qiang said, "Dad will take you to the water park."

"Okay." Zhang Longlong's gray eyes added a little brilliance.

"You are a policeman, you teach others outside, and you teach me at home." Chu Zhesong looked at the tired middle-aged man on the phone screen, he also felt tired, "I tell you, I like men, I can't change it in this life, you If you have the ability, shoot me and kill me." He hung up the phone, the dormitory was quiet, and the roommate sitting on the upper bunk said dryly: "This, this is coming out of the closet?"

Chu Zhesong stood up irritably, took his mobile phone and stepped on slippers to go out, but his roommate stopped him: "What are you doing out at night?"

"Relax." Chu Zhesong said.

"Come on, I think your expression looks like you are going to jump into a lake." The roommate said.

Chu Zhesong stepped out of the dormitory with his coat in his hand, and closed the door with a bang. The phone buzzed, and the caller showed a familiar name. He hung up the phone irritably and switched it to silent mode.

Ever since he broke up with Wen Ling, Chu Zhesong turned down all invitations to bar parties. The more lively and lonely he became, Chu Zhesong needed time to piece together the lost beauty in his memory bit by bit.He wanted to do some good deeds to get Wen Ling's attention, but the sky didn't give him a chance.

He compensatoryly did all the things he didn't dare to do before, clarified on the Internet, came out of the closet, and went to Zhang Qiang to ask him to apologize publicly.He didn't expect Wen Ling to come back to him, he just wanted Wen Ling to have a better impression of him.

He's not an out-and-out bad guy.

Wen Ling put down his chopsticks, meaning he was full, and Ke Yici slowed down his eating speed. He said, "You can't eat such a small amount, you thin arms and legs."

Wen Ling lowered his head and squeezed his arm. He said, "Take a break." He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ke Yici's wrist, comparing the thickness. His skin was fair and his figure looked thin, but he was not compared to him. It's outrageous.

Ke Yici became more courageous. He flipped his palm over to hold Wen Ling's hand. His dry palms touched each other, and a layer of damp sweat broke out in half a second.

Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici calmly, with sparkling big and round eyes, without expectation or surprise, he looked at Ke Yici as if it was all for granted.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Ke Yici said.

Wen Ling waited patiently for the other party's next words.

Ke Yici put down his chopsticks with his right hand, clasped Wen Ling's hand with his left hand, and said, "I've got you."

Wen Ling rolled his eyes, smiled and drew back his hand. He gestured [Christmas is Wednesday, don't you go to work? 】

"Take annual leave." Ke Yici said, he was full, and the steam from the hot pot made him sleepy, so he yawned and suggested in a vague voice, "Let's go out for a walk to let the smell out."

Wen Ling stood up and went to the front desk to check out. Ke Yici said, "Oh, no, I'll invite you."

Wen Ling rubbed his throat, stood at the front desk, and uttered a single voice: "I,"

Ke Yici's blocking words stopped, and he stood beside Wen Ling, waiting for Wen Ling to continue.

"I," Wen Ling's throat tightened, he took a deep breath, "Fine, pay."

"What's the table sir?" The waiter looked at Wen Ling with a flash of surprise.

"Four...fifteen." Wen Ling said.

"Is that table NO.15?" The waiter quickly typed out the bill, "It's 230 seven yuan in total, how do you pay?"

Wen Ling turned on the phone and showed the payment code.

"Okay." The waiter scanned the code to collect the payment, and she pointed to the QR code posted on the desktop, "You can scan this code to issue an invoice."

Wen Ling shook her head: "No, use it."

"Okay, then I look forward to your next visit." The waiter said, she grabbed a handful of mints and handed them to Wen Ling, "This is a new candy in our store, fresh breath, you take it."

"Thank you." Wen Ling whispered, holding the candy and looking at Ke Yici.

Ke Yici picked up a lemon mint and said, "This tastes delicious." He picked up the business card placed on the front desk and said to the waiter, "Let's go, thank you."

"Go slowly." The waiter waved his hand.

The two walked out of the hot pot restaurant side by side, and Ke Yici said, "You spoke very well just now, and your enunciation is clear."

"Wrong, one word." Wen Ling said, "Fifteen." When he faced Ke Yici, he had no psychological barriers and spoke much more smoothly, "NO.15, table."

"Everyone has a mouthful." Ke Yici said, he had a piece of mint in his mouth, and the fresh lemon flavor came out when he spoke, "I deducted money from my mouthful half a month ago."

Wen Ling was easily appeased by Ke Yici. He smelled lemon, which was as eye-catching as last time he smelled grapefruit.

Ke Yi talked a lot, and he had a good time talking about himself. In addition, Wen Ling was an excellent listener. He talked about the important news of the week, interesting stories among colleagues, and insights at work.He spoke happily, and Wen Ling's mind was filled with the smell of lemons. He stretched out his hand and pulled Ke Yici's sleeve. Ke Yici stopped talking and asked, "Why?"

Wen Ling moved closer to Ke Yici, with clear and pure eyes, as if he was seriously exploring Ke Yici's scent, he stared at Ke Yici's rapidly flushed ears, and wet and soft kisses fell on Ke Yici's lips.

The street lamp illuminated the snow on the branches, and the evening wind blew by, and the snow foam was blowing up, sprinkled into Ke Yici's heart.