The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

It looks like it's playing tricks.

Wen Yan emphasized: "Did you hear that?"

Jiang Han nodded: "Then I will come once a week."

Wen Yan: "..."

It's a waste of time.

"No." Wen Yan refused.

"Why, don't you like me to hug you to sleep?" Jiang Han asked.

"There are two boys who always hug each other to sleep."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Han didn't care, "When I was young, I always helped you take a shower. I've seen your naked butt..."

"Jiang Han!"

Wen Yan yelled, his face was ashamed and annoyed, his fair skin was slightly red: "Shut up."

Jiang Han admired it for a while, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yanyan, you are shy."

Hmm...very cute, Jiang Han said in his heart.

Still the same as when I was a child.

When Wen Yan was a child, his mouth would puff up slightly when he was angry and shy. This habit has never changed.

Jiang Han admired it for a while, and suddenly said: "Yanyan, every time you hug you to sleep, you will never refuse, you also like me to hug you to sleep, right?"

Wen Yan was really a little angry now, half annoyed, half ashamed, and his face turned even redder.

"Jiang Han! Don't talk to me anymore."

"Okay... I won't tease you anymore." Jiang Han held back his smile, "Yanyan, you are so cute."

Wen Yan got up to clean up the dishes, his ear clips were red: "Shut up."

"Okay, let's not talk."

Wen Yan blushed and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Han was in a happy mood, sitting on the sofa and looking at Wen Yan's back leisurely.

In fact, Wen Yan still has a habit that hasn't changed. When he was a child, he liked to sleep in his arms.

The weather in the countryside is hot, and people will always sweat when they sleep close together. As soon as Jiang Han takes his hand away from Wen Yan's stomach, Wen Yan will automatically touch it and put it on, and then gently arch into his arms, as if this can Sleep more soundly.

Like a little kitten.

Growing up seems to hide these habits, but inadvertently, Jiang Han still sees some shadows of his childhood.

Jiang Han walked over, hugged him from behind again, and whispered to his ear: "Words are really virtuous..."

The blush on Wen Yan's face was still there, and he pushed him with his hands: "Wipe the dishes for me."

The two cooperated, and a few bowls were quickly washed.

The sun was not yet high, so the two went out to buy vegetables.

Wen Yan asked Jiang Han what he planned to do.

Jiang Han looked mysterious.

When he arrived at the supermarket, Jiang Han went straight to the aquatic products section, and chose a beautiful sea bass and hairy crab.

"Yanyan, I'll make a big meal for you tonight." Jiang Han said confidently.

Wen Yan's expression was silent for three seconds, and he said euphemistically, "Actually...you can choose something that's easier."

Jiang Han smiled: "Yanyan, I have learned it for a long time, don't believe it. The special skill that I specially learned from my uncle has been tested several times."

Wen Yan moved his eyes from the hairy crabs to Jiang Han's face, and said after a three-second delay, "...you can do whatever you like."

After paying the bill, the sun was already scorching. After buying another watermelon on the side of the road, the two took a taxi back to the community.

After opening the door and entering the house, Jiang Han was extremely hot, soaked the fish and lobster in the pool, poured cold water on his face, and finally calmed down.

"Yanyan, cut up the watermelon and put it in the refrigerator. You can make iced watermelon later."

Wen Yan was packing up his things in the room when a "OK" came out.

"You rest in the living room first, and the kitchen will be handed over to me."

Wen Yan was worried: "Do you need me to help?"

"Yanyan, trust me."

At eleven o'clock, Wen Yan lay leisurely on the bamboo hanging basket on the balcony, reading foreign masterpieces.

Xiao Qi lay at Wen Yan's feet, with most of her head sleeping on Xiao Qi's body.

From time to time, the sound of "ping-pong" came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of a ladle falling to the ground, and occasionally a few curses in a low voice.

This time, there was a clear and loud "plop", which should be the sound of hairy crabs landing on the ground.

Xiaoqi raised his head to look around the kitchen, then lowered his head and slept comfortably.

Wen Yan turned over a page of the book and looked in.

"Do you really not need me?"

"...words,"

This time it took two or three seconds for the voice to come: "You just need to rest there, ice watermelon is ready to eat..."

Wen Yan turned his gaze back, and looked back and forth twice at the sentence "If love is bound, the journey of the world will stop immediately; if love is buried in the grave, the traveler is the tombstone fallen on the grave".

Hmm, not concentrating.

When I was about to watch it for the third time, there was a soft "hiss" from the kitchen.

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Wen Yan put down his book, got up, put on his shoes and walked quickly into the kitchen.

"what happened?"

The trash can is upside down, the hairy crabs are cooking in the pot, the sea bass... the sea bass is completely unrecognizable, with a drop or two of blood dripping on the cutting board.

Jiang Han put his hands behind his back, showing a resentful smile, his tone aggrieved: "Yanyan, why is cooking so difficult..."

Wen Yan walked over, pulled Jiang Han's injured hand, lowered his head and kissed the injured finger.

The warm touch came, which formed two completely different sensations from the tingling pain. The soft tip of his tongue licked the wound lightly, and Jiang Han's scalp felt slightly numb.

He has never experienced this feeling...

"Words..."

Jiang Han spoke with a hoarse voice.

Wen Yan let go of him: "I'll get the stickers."

Then into the bedroom.

Jiang Han looked down at his fingers that had been squeezed by gentle words, and he still couldn't take it easy. The scene just now... He actually felt a little inexplicably exciting.

Also, Wen Yan's tongue is so soft.

Wen Yan put a Band-Aid on Jiang Han and said, "Let me come, you go to the living room and sit for a while."

Jiang Han was frustrated: "Yanyan, am I very useless, I originally wanted to cook for you."

It was the first time that Jiang Xiaoba, who had always been handy in his life, was so depressed, his normally raised little tail drooped down.

"It's good enough to do this for the first time," Wen Yan said comfortingly, "It's all based on experience, and you've done a good job."

Jiang Han's nose was a little sore: "Yanyan, why are you so nice..."

His gentle words are so good, how could anyone not like them.

"Help me move the flowers from the balcony in, and be careful not to touch the water on the wound."

Said softly.

"Well, words are really nice."

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan.

All the vegetables he bought took time. After moving the flowers, Jiang Han leaned against the kitchen door and watched Wen Yan busy.

Orderly and skilled.

When a dish was out of the pot, Jiang Han took out the bowl.

"Be careful it's hot." Wen Yan reminded.

Jiang Han's heart was filled with warmth, he really liked this feeling, the feeling of being with Wen Yan.

Steamed sea bass, braised hairy crab in oil, and a small stir-fried dish, all of which looked very good, and Jiang Han's appetite was whetted.

Take the initiative to wash the chopsticks and serve the rice, and before one o'clock, lunch is finally served.

Although Wen Yan did it in the end, Jiang Han still put crab meat in Wen Yan's bowl, and then put some crab meat in his own bowl.

"Yanyan, why are you so omnipotent!"

Jiang Han's eyes brightened, and after tasting each dish, he said with emotion: "It turns out that cooking also requires talent. Maybe my mother was a chef in her previous life, so she has no cooking talent in this life."

"Auntie cooks..." Wen Yan hesitated, "Well, isn't it delicious?"

"Probably the dark dishes are euphemistic."

During the interval between talking, Jiang Han's bowl of rice had already bottomed out.

Wen Yan was eating fish, Jiang Han picked up the fish meat and put it into his own bowl. After cleaning the fish bone, he put it into Wen Yan's bowl again.

Most of the fish went into Wen Yan's stomach, Jiang Han ate two bowls of rice quickly, and spent the rest of the time picking fishbone for Wen Yan.

Wen Yan ate very carefully, Jiang Han looked at him with a smile: "Yanyan, I really like you more and more, what should I do."

Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat: "What do you like about me?"

"I like everything," Jiang Han thought for a moment, "I liked you when you were young, and I like you now. It smells delicious when you hug it, and it smells delicious when you touch it."

Well... especially the waist.

He likes to touch Wen Yan's waist very much, and he can't put it down every time.

Wen Yan's ears turned red again: "What fragrance?"

Jiang Han thought for a while: "I don't know, it smells like snow. I like it very much."

Wen Yan pinched his fingers: "You... from now on, don't always talk like this."

Jiang Han's smile deepened: "Yanyan, you are so cute when you look shy."

Recently, Jiang Han has become more and more unscrupulous, and his words have become more and more explicit.

Wen Yan can be easily picked up by him every time, but he himself doesn't know it.

After eating, the two sat on the sofa and ate iced watermelon to cool off.

There was a football game on TV, Jiang Han watched it with great interest, and explained a sentence or two from time to time.

Wen Yan wasn't interested, he was playing Match [-], [-] levels, an honorable person who broke through levels.

At the end of the round, Jiang Han changed his sitting position and leaned on Wen Yan's lap.

After leaning against it for a while, he stared at Wen Yanxue's white and thin neck again, and then couldn't help touching it with his hands: "Yanyan, I really like being with you..."

The last step slipped to the wrong place, and there was still an ice cube missing. Wen Yan pursed his lower lip and clicked to start again.

At sunset, the two of them spent an afternoon in peace.

After dinner, Jiang Yong was at home for the past few days, so Jiang Han had to go home early.

When going out, Jiang Han said: "Yanyan, I will accompany you to eat Li Xianji's Hu spicy soup tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he felt that something was missing, so he pinched Wen Yan's face, and he was satisfied.

"Yanyan, why do I like you so much?"

Wen Yan's cheeks began to heat up again: "...let's go back."

"Goodbye, Yanyan."

Stepping into the house at eight o'clock, Jiang Han went to the room humming a song.

Jiang Yuan called him: "Where have you been recently, and you don't go home?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I was playing with my classmates."

Jiang Han answered casually.

Jiang Yuan glanced at him for a while, wondering: "Are you in a relationship?"

Jiang Han replied subconsciously: "No." Then he frowned and said, "What nonsense, I really went to a friend's house to play."

"Which friend?"

Jiang Han wanted to say, "It's just our community, if you don't believe me, go check it out", but when the words came to his lips, he changed it to "Wu Fei's family" somehow.

Strange, what is he guilty of...

Jiang Yuan withdrew her heart and continued to play with her mobile phone: "Seeing your happy face, I thought you were in love, exactly the same as when your father was chasing me."

Jiang Han paused, and asked himself: "Really, but I... really like him..."

It's not that kind of liking, just like simply liking to play with Wen Yan when I was a child, I can't help but want to get close to him and protect him.

Jiang Yuan didn't hear this sentence: "I don't object to your falling in love, just don't bully other girls."

The author says:

(Selected from Tagore's Poems)

"If love is bound, the journey of the world is stopped immediately; if love is buried in the grave, the traveler is a tombstone fallen on the grave"