The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The two of them lived so leisurely that Wen Yan forgot about it.

So when a weekend morning in early August came, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Yan went to open the door, and when he saw that the person at the door was Yang Qian, he was still a little overwhelmed.

"I just saw grouper in the supermarket, so I bought one."

Yang Qian was carrying a fish and a flowerpot in his hand, changed his shoes and entered the house, when he saw a pair of brand-name sneakers on the shoe rack that obviously did not match Wen Yan's style.

He froze for a moment: "Brother Yan, I remember you don't wear this kind of sneakers?"

"……other's."

Wen Yan said vaguely, and glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

The two of them played games last night and went to bed very late, Jiang Han should be sleeping soundly this time.

"Oh."

Yang Qian didn't ask too much, he knew that the children downstairs would sometimes come to talk warmly.

So I'm not curious either.

But when he went into the bathroom to wash his hands and saw the two washing cups on the bath stand and the two towels hanging on the shelf, he was stunned again.

"Brother Yan, is anyone else here?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Wen Yan hesitated and said, "Just...Jiang Han is here too."

Yang Qian's eyes widened, and he blurted out in disbelief: "You two live together?"

"No." Wen Yan explained, and glanced at the direction of the bedroom again, "His family is here too, so he just...comes over to sleep occasionally."

Yang Qian couldn't believe it. He looked around the room and saw that only the bathroom and the shoe rack had traces of life. It didn't look like they were living together, so he felt relieved.

But in the next second, his heart sank again, and he looked at Wen Yan and asked anxiously, "Brother Yan, he didn't bully you to take advantage of you, did he?"

That anxious look seemed like he would go all out if his own daughter was bullied.

Wen Yan paused for a second or two, then pursed his lips and said, "...No."

"That's good." Yang Qian felt relieved again, "If you dare to take advantage of you, you must tell me!"

Meeting Yang Qian's sincere eyes, Wen Yan could only nod his head.

"Then I'll move the flowers out first."

The flowerpot was in the corner, Yang Qian went over to lift it up.

Wen Yan suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Let me come... I'll pour some water later."

"It's okay, just a moment."

With that said, Yang Qian had already gone to the balcony.

After placing the flower pots, he turned around to enter the bedroom, and stepped into the bedroom with one foot.

At that second, for some reason, Yang Qian subconsciously turned around and looked up.

Then, his expression froze completely——

I saw two men's shorts of different sizes hanging side by side on the hanger on the balcony, floating freely in the air with the morning breeze.

Yang Qian: "..."

The ups and downs in his heart are not enough to describe Yang Qian's unspeakable mood at this moment.

Wen Yan has a delicate face, just about to say something, and Dujia, the Jiaotang team, will explain it to you.

But then, the bedroom opened—

Jiang Han came out sleepily in his pajamas, and didn't see Yang Qian standing on the balcony with a petrified expression.

He hugged Wen Yan habitually from behind, buried his head in Wen Yan's neck, sniffed and rubbed like a big cat.

"Yanyan, give me a hug..."

No matter how calm Wen Yan was, he felt a little embarrassed at the moment.

He took the hand around his waist and coughed to remind him: "Yang Qian is here..."

Hearing this, Jiang Han let go of Wen Yan, saw Yang Qian at the entrance of the balcony, and naturally greeted him, "Why don't you sit when you're here, come in and sit."

That contented tone seemed to have completely regarded himself as the master of this room.

Ten thousand crows flew by in Yang Qian's heart.

He walked in, calmed down for a while, and said in an unclear tone: "Your relationship is already so good."

This untouchable "dog food" made his teeth hurt all over his face, and he probably didn't want to see it again in his life.

"Our relationship has always been very good," Jiang Han said dissatisfied, "The friendship of childhood sweethearts, we were inseparable when we were young."

"Then what's going on now, our brother Yan can't be anonymous..."

"Okay, I'll make breakfast first." Wen Yan interjected, "After dinner, I consciously wash the dishes."

Breakfast is fast, tomato egg noodles, red and green match very appetizing.

Wen Yan doesn't eat tomato skins, so Jiang Han peeled the tomatoes in his bowl, put them in Wen Yan's bowl, and then peeled off the unpeeled ones in Wen Yan's bowl.

In the audience, Yang Qian ate noodles silently, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them.

This level of tacit understanding, no one can't get along with each other for more than ten years.

Now Yang Qian really believed that they were childhood sweethearts, and also believed that Jiang Han really liked Wen Yan.

This is not liking, this is clearly passionate love!

Early in the morning, why on earth did he come to torture himself!

After washing the dishes, Yang Qian hurriedly left Wen Yan's house.

I was afraid that if I stayed for a second longer, I would see another eye-catching scene.

"Why do I feel that he is acting weird recently?"

After Yang Qian left, Jiang Han asked thoughtfully.

Wen Yan was playing Match [-] on the sofa, and replied, "Really, what's wrong?"

Jiang Han frowned, and thought for a while: "I don't know, I just feel... a bit strange..."

"Forget it...don't want to."

Jiang Han lay on Wen Yan's lap, and touched Wen Yan's waist with his hand: "I seem to have gained a little weight recently, and I feel fleshy."

Wen Yan was used to it, and upon hearing that, he touched it himself, frowning: "I've eaten too much, I won't eat at night starting tomorrow."

"It's better to be fatter," Jiang Han scratched the soft flesh in Wen Yan's waist, "I like to be fatter, and it's comfortable to sleep with."

Wen Yan was tickled by him and avoided him.

Jiang Han took Wen Yan's hand to touch his abdominal muscles, and asked, "Yanyan, do you like six yuan or eight yuan?"

No answer.

Jiang Han continued to tickle him, Wen Yan wanted to hide, and the two of them rolled into a ball on the sofa.

Jiang Han suppressed Wen Yan and asked: "Six or eight?"

Wen Yan pursed his lips and panted slightly, Jiang Han wanted to tickle him again.

Wen Yan was scared and said, "Six pack... I like your six pack abs..."

"That's about the same." After getting a satisfactory answer, Jiang Han let go of him, "Yanyan, the day after tomorrow is fine, let's go hiking to watch the sunrise."

"it is good."

The day after tomorrow was a sunny day. The two of them had packed their climbing items the day before, went to bed early, and took a taxi out at four o'clock in the morning.

Luoxia Mountain is generally not difficult to climb, but because of its high altitude, you can see the whole picture of Tongcheng City, so people will come here to climb the mountain every year or four.

When we arrived at the destination, several couples who also came to stare at the mountain gathered at the foot of the mountain.It was dark, and the street lights on the steps were lit one by one, scattered among them.

In this hazy clear night, there is a different kind of quietness and emptiness.

It was cold at the foot of the mountain, and both of them were wearing thick coats.

Jiang Han put all the heavy things into his bag, and Wen Yan's bag was almost full of food and snacks.

Before climbing the mountain, Jiang Han was afraid that Wen Yan would be cold, so he put the hat on Wen Yan's sweater on for him.After looking at it, he took out a scarf from nowhere and wrapped it around his neck.

The whole person was tightly packed, and Wen Yan's voice came out muffled.

"Too much……"

"Not much." Jiang Han led Wen Yan forward, "The temperature on the mountain is below zero. If you catch a cold for ten days and half a month, it will be hard to recover."

Jiang Han turned his head, looked at Wen Yan with a smile, and said in a weary tone, "Yanyan, don't call me Brother Jiang Han again."

The words "Brother Jiang Han" made Wen Yan's face turn red, and the blush was wrapped in the sweater, making his face even hotter.

Knowing that Wen Yan was embarrassed, Jiang Han stopped being funny.

After preparing everything, the two began to officially climb the mountain.

Wen Yan walked in front, and in some places the road lights were dim, and Jiang Han would take a flashlight from behind to take photos, or if there were small obstacles on the road, Jiang Han would remind Wen Yan from time to time.

The speed is not fast, and the sunrise should be just at the top of the mountain.

In the early morning in the mountains, the air is moist and sweet, which is particularly refreshing.

The refreshing wind carried bursts of floral fragrance, dispersed in the morning mist.The cicadas chirped up and down, and there was a faint air chirping.The morning bell of the Buddhist temple is thick and quiet, and the sound is in the ears, which makes people calm down.

Halfway up the mountain, the field of vision is shrouded in white mist, surrounded by mountains.

Jiang Han touched Wen Yan's cheek, and asked, "Yanyan, are you tired, do you want to take a rest?"

Wen Yan stopped, turned around and looked down, the city was small, the smoke was billowing up, and there was white mist under his feet.

"Sit down."

There are pavilions for rest on the side of the road.

The two sat on the stone steps for a while, admiring the beautiful scenery below the mountain.

In July, the azaleas on the mountain are in full bloom. From a distance, it looks like brocade that has fallen into the world. Against the backdrop of street lamps, it is so gorgeous and dazzlingly red.

Jiang Han took out the Baohuamei and handed it to Wen Yan: "I used to eat it every time when I was climbing a mountain, and after chewing slowly, I reached the top of the mountain."

Wen Yan took it, and put one in his mouth, it was sour and sweet, very refreshing.

"How far is it?"

Jiang Han glanced at the top of the mountain: "Almost half of it is left. Yanyan, if you get tired from walking, I can carry you on my back."

Wen Yan licked his lower lips: "Not tired."

The temperature on the mountain is low, and the exhaled water vapor has turned into white mist.

Jiang Han touched Wen Yan's cheek again: "It's hot, not cold."

Wen Yan slowly tasted the sweet and sour taste in his mouth, and put his palm in front of Jiang Han.

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, then said softly, "The palms of your hands are also hot."

So it's not cold, Wen Yan slowly added in his heart.

Jiang Han smiled, and put Wen Yan's hands into his coat pocket.

"Well, even if it's not cold."

After resting for more than ten minutes, the two continued to climb the mountain.

After reaching a certain place, Jiang Han pointed.

"There is a temple in front, we can go in and have a look when we come down."

"Pray to Buddha?" Wen Yan said.

Jiang Han smiled: "You can worship if you want, but I usually don't."

"Why?" Wen Yan asked, "You don't believe me."

"I don't believe it." Jiang Han said, "I don't ask for comfort, I just believe that what I want I have to work hard for."

Wen Yan was quiet for a moment: "Then is there anything you want?"

Jiang Han thought for a while, then smiled lightly: "Yanyan, I said I don't have any big ambitions, will you laugh at me?"

"No." Wen Yan said calmly.

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"No one stipulates that anyone should be useful for a lifetime. Most of us are just ordinary people, but everyone's existence is meaningful."

Even mountain birds, insects and fish have meanings endowed to them by the world.

Mayfly lives and dies at night, and has seen the world.

Jiang Han was silent for a short while: "Yanyan, you always surprise me."

It always hurts me too.

The exhaustion of climbing the mountain was spent in unknowingly chatting, and it was almost time to reach the summit, and the sun had not yet risen.

I brought a climbing mat, found a flat ground, and the two of them laid it out and took out all the things.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Han asked.

Wen Yan shook his head.

"Then drink some hot water."

Jiang Han took out the thermos and poured a cup of hot water for Wen Yan.

The water was still steaming, Wen Yan held the warmer in his hand, sat on the blanket and watched the scene hidden in the white mist.

It was not yet dawn, and the surroundings were gray, and birds were singing from time to time in the mountains.

Jiang Han hugged him from behind, and stroked Wen Yan's hand: "We have to wait for a while for the sunrise, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Wen Yan shook his head.

"It's okay." Jiang Han warmed Wen Yan's hand with his own, "I'll call you when the sun rises."

Jiang Han unzipped his coat, wrapped Wen Yan around him, and let Wen Yan sleep on his body.The two of them stick together, transferring each other's heat, and can hear each other's synchronized breathing and heartbeat.

Jiang Han put Wen Yan's hand on his stomach to warm it, put his arms around Wen Yan's waist and said, "You can touch it."

Wen Yan moved his hand.

Jiang Han smiled dotingly: "Is it good to touch?"

Wen Yan blushed.

Jiang Han lightly touched Wen Yan's forehead with his forehead, like hugging a child: "What should I do, Yanyan, I really dote on you more and more."

Wen Yan didn't say a word, his fingers stroked Jiang Han's waist from time to time, like a child exploring his own toy.

Jiang Han was helpless: "Yanyan, although you can do anything to me, you can't stand being teased like this."

Wen Yan put down his hands and buried his head in Jiang Han's arms.

Wen Yan was not in a high mood today, Jiang Han felt it.

He rubbed Wen Yan's head with his hands, and asked softly, "What's the matter, are you unhappy?"

Wen Yan shook his head lightly in Jiang Han's arms, and a muffled voice came out: "Jiang Han, why are you being so nice to me..."

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan tightly with his hands, watching the whiteness appearing in the sky.

"Yanyan, this is the first time in my life that I spoil someone so much... I want to spoil you like a princess."

Wen Yan's hand slowly hugged Jiang Han, this time it was no longer a careful temptation, but he hugged Jiang Han with attachment and aggrieved.

It seems to be saying, Jiang Han, why haven't you confessed to me, I have been waiting for you for a long time.