The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

"What's the matter, are you sad?" Jiang Han gently rubbed Wen Yan's head with his hands, "Good...not sad."

Wen Yan hugged Jiang Han greedily and dependently, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his breathing.

He hates this person for being too slow, making him wait anxiously, and loves this person's full of love, which makes him throbbing all the time.

Jiang Han... confess to me, and confess to love you forever.

"Yanyan, don't be sad, okay?" Jiang Han whispered in Wen Yan's ear, "I will be sad if you are sad."

"Jiang Han." Wen Yan shouted.

Jiang Han responded softly: "Yes, I'm here."

"Remember the promise you made to me."

"it is good."

"I will remember it forever."

"it is good."

"Yanyan," Jiang Han said softly, "The sun has risen..."

In the sky, a crimson sun emerged, the clouds were dyed with rays of light, and the thin and dark red spread from the sky, majestic and vast.

The darkness recedes, the mountains become clear and the outlines of the city begin to emerge.

The sunrise is a beautiful process, and watching the sunrise is also a beautiful process, which can make people feel a kind of vigorous vitality and physical and mental pleasure.

Wen Yan was watching the sunrise.

Jiang Han was looking at Wen Yan: "Yanyan, we will come again later."

"Do you come every year?"

"If you want, I will accompany you."

In just a few minutes of sunrise, the shock after watching it lasted for a long time.

The two went down the mountain.

Compared with the way it came from, the thing is much lighter and the footsteps are much faster.

When we arrived at the temple, the fast food had been prepared, and many pedestrians and tourists came in to worship in the morning.

The vegetarian meal is very simple, plain white rice porridge with pickles.

Both of them were a little hungry. After breakfast, they sat and rested in the temple.

Someone set up a fortune-telling stall nearby, and many people gathered, Jiang Han asked Wen Yan if he wanted to do the fortune-telling.

Wen Yan glanced at him: "It's not that you don't believe me."

"boring."

Jiang Han lazily leaned on the chair: "My mother used to calculate for me, saying that I was a bad character, and I have to find someone who can restrain me in the future. I don't believe it, but now I believe it a little bit."

As she spoke, she looked at Wen Yan with a smile and said, "Yanyan, isn't this about you?"

Wen Yan didn't answer, Jiang Han got up again and said: "It's all here, there must be something to gain. Yan Yan, don't you really want to count it?"

"Brother Han, Xueba Wen!"

Before he could pass, a familiar voice came over.

A group of Wang Junlin and Luo Qing walked into the temple with bags on their backs, and waved to Jiang Han and Wen Yan from afar.

"Fate is destined, this can happen."

Wang Junlin came over and patted Jiang Han on the shoulder: "Brother Han, are you also watching the sunrise?"

"Old Wang, aren't you talking nonsense?"

Luo Qing came over and said.

"There is still a sense of ritual in greeting."

Wang Junlin retorted: "I'm not happy, it's not like the family doesn't enter the house."

"Row."

Luo Qingyou said: "I don't know who was afraid of heights and shouted just now..."

"You have demolished me today."

Wang Junlin quickly blocked his mouth: "If you don't speak, you will be suffocated to death!"

Luo Qing made a gesture of pulling the zipper with his mouth.

The two quarreled for a while, and the others came over to say hello.

Along with them were Han Fei, Xue Lei and a few girls.

"Where's Wu Fei?" Jiang Han asked.

"I guess I've eaten up my stomach again." Luo Qing replied, and then asked, "Brother Han, are you leaving?"

Jiang Han: "Do the math before we go."

As soon as these words came out, several people were shocked.

This is like people who hate durians suddenly start eating durians, and take the initiative to eat a big plate full of them.

"Brother Han, why are you starting to believe this?"

Wang Junlin was the first to ask in surprise: "The fortune-teller said last time that your horoscope was offensive. Didn't you turn your head and put shoes on for others?"

This matter caused a lot of trouble, and it was nothing to be overthrown by the eight-character offender. The main person said that Jiang Han was full of anger and lacked water in his life. If he couldn't find someone to resolve it, he would be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

At that time, he was only in junior high school, and Jiang Han couldn't understand what "water" or "fire" was. He only heard the last sentence, "Being a bachelor for a lifetime".

At the age when love first started, although there was no "love", but at that time he was young and energetic, and when he turned his head, he led a group of people to puncture the fortune-telling bicycle tire.

There was nothing wrong with this matter, but that person was a distant relative of the principal, and he filed a complaint with the school.

Although the principal also felt that fortune-telling was cheating, he couldn't ignore it, so he asked Jiang Han to write a self-criticism and read it in front of the whole school.

The review was very "touching", with [-] characters eloquently selling mulberry trees and selling locust trees, with a smile on the bottom, which is naturally another legendary "good story".

"Why wear small shoes?" Someone asked.

"It's nothing, it's a boring thing." Jiang Han said, putting his arm around Wen Yan's shoulder, "Let's go first."

"Brother, will you go to the swimming pool when it opens next week?" Wang Junlin yelled behind him.

Jiang Han waved his hand.

Family, career, marriage, 20 yuan is counted once.

Jiang Han scanned the QR code and asked Wen Yan what he wanted.

Wen Yan thought for a while, and replied, "...Matrimony."

Jiang Han clicked his tongue: "Then I'm destined to get married too."

Wen Yan glanced at Jiang Han.

Scanning the QR code to pay for the lottery, and after queuing up to get the brocade silk, Jiang Han leaned over to take a look: "Yanyan, what's yours?"

Wen Yan lowered his eyes and covered the note.

Jiang Han stretched out his hand to look, Wen Yan stepped back a little and looked at him.

"Okay, I won't watch it."

Jiang Han withdrew his hand, and couldn't help but look at Wen Yan's hand a few times, and showed Wen Yan his signature.

"Lang rode a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed." Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, "Yanyan, this is about you, right?"

Lang rode a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed;

Living together for thousands of miles, the two little ones have no doubts.

Li Bai's poems.

"But it must be a mistake." Jiang Han frowned, "This is obviously used to describe friendship. Although it is cheap, it is too unprofessional, and it can be mistaken."

Wen Yan looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "...um."

The faint brows and eyes were stained with a smile, and the whole person seemed to come alive.

Jiang Han's heart moved slightly, puzzled: "Yanyan, what are you laughing at?"

"nothing……"

Wen Yan smiled, turned around and threw the ribbon onto the branch.

Jiang Han glanced at the tree again, but he still held back his curiosity: "This is too fake, why do so many people still believe it. Please be more professional."

Having said that, I still threw the tape to the tree.

After resting for a while, Jiang Han took their bags.

"Yanyan, let's go back."

When you walk to the gate of the temple, there is a path to go down.

The sky is bright, and the scenery in the mountains is clear and lingering. The blue clouds are curling, the mountains are overlapping, and the scenery is beautiful.

The sound of the bell makes the birds fly away.

Jiang Han bent down in front of Wen Yan: "Yanyan, do you want me to carry you?"

Looking at the back in front of him, Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, moved his fingers lightly, and slowly wrapped his hands around Jiang Han's neck.

Jiang Han carried the man on his back firmly, looked at the mountain fog in the distance and said: "Maybe you don't remember, I carried you like this when I was a child."

On the rainy night in the mountains that year, they did the same, cuddling each other to go home and keep each other warm.

Still the warm words of Ruan Nuo Duanzi, holding Jiang Han's neck with both hands, calling him "Brother Jiang Han", asking him "is it cold", and passing warmth with his small hands.

For many years after Wen Yan left the compound, Jiang Han would dream of this scene from time to time, dreaming of Wen Yan's total dependence on him that night, and missing the "Brother Jiang Han" whom he called himself.

He thought that since then, he had put this person in his heart.

"At that time you were too scared and cried on my back." Jiang Han said with a smile, "The rain didn't wet me, but your tears did, but you don't even remember..."

"I remember……"

The wind was too strong, blowing Wen Yan's murmur into the fog and wind.

"Yanyan, are you shy?"

"No."

Jiang Han smiled: "Why?"

Because I didn't cry, Wen Yan said silently in his heart.

The long copper bells sounded in the temple, and the bells sounded more vigorous and melodious, drifting away towards the mountains and ravines, and the backs of the two teenagers walked away step by step.

The breeze blows the leaves, rustling in the aftertaste, the red silk ribbon is blown down and entangled in the wind, the two ribbons stretch out together, like the blue silk hairband on the head of a blushing lover, wandering happily ——

Lang rode a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed;

Living together for thousands of miles, the two little ones have no doubts.

Climbing a mountain is hard work, and both of them took a shower when they came down from the mountain.

The tiredness of mountaineering creeps in, and my legs and feet are sore.

They ordered takeaway at noon, and neither of them had much energy to do other things.

After eating, Jiang Han rubbed Wen Yan's legs on the sofa to relax.

Lactic acid accumulates in the muscles and is not painful, but there will be a feeling of soreness.

Due to many years of training, Jiang Han's technique is very good, every stroke is just right.

Wen Yan was playing a game, lazily letting Jiang Han rub his legs.

When rubbing her thigh, Wen Yan dodged for a while.

Jiang Han raised his head and asked, "Pain?"

"No."

Jiang Han smiled: "Sensitive?"

Wen Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, but when Jiang Han stretched out his hand again, he said, "...I'll do it myself."

Wen Yan rubbed his legs for a while, and Jiang Han pressed over, rubbing and rubbing his hands on Wen Yan's waist, full of hooliganism.

He whispered into Wen Yan's ear, "Yanyan, will you feel it if I touch you?"

Wen Yan blushed slightly, and pushed him away: "It's so hot."

"Yanyan, you touched me yesterday..."

Jiang Han hesitated to speak.

Wen Yan looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, and Jiang Han rubbed his nose awkwardly: "It's just... well, it doesn't mean that, I just feel very irritable."

Wen Yan's face gradually turned red: "Then I... won't touch you anymore."

"That won't work." Jiang Han blurted out, "Yanyan, you are only allowed to touch it, and you are only allowed to touch it. You must touch it."

After a long while, Wen Yan softly "hmm".

Seeing Wen Yan's blushing, Jiang Han thought it was interesting, so he couldn't help admiring it for a while.

Looking at it, the eyes moved from Wen Yan's fine and slender eyelashes to the straight bridge of the nose, and then from the elegant profile to the bright red lips.

Then, stopped.

Wen Yan's lips seemed to have been put on a layer of light makeup forever, with a rosy luster, and after eating, they became more moist and watery.

He thought of the feeling of Wen Yan's tongue licking his fingers, it was crispy, numb, and itchy.

The air in the living room was quiet, Jiang Han unconsciously rolled down his Adam's apple.

Wen Yan turned his head, and saw Jiang Han's Adam's apple rolled gently and his gaze on his own lips.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping, quiet and low down.

Jiang Han's heart was itchy, and he pressed down again: "Yanyan, you are so pretty..."

Wen Yan was in Jiang Han's arms, looking at his handsome and fair chin: "Where does it look good?"

Jiang Han intoxicatedly sniffed the fragrance on Wen Yan's body: "Everything looks good."

"Then do you like it?" Wen Yan said calmly.

Jiang Han was slightly stunned, looked up at Wen Yan's light-colored pupils, and replied, "Yanyan, how could I not like you."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, his ears turned red.

Jiang Han admired it for a while, and asked: "Are you tired, do you want to go to sleep?"

Wen Yan nodded.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan, Wen Yan was startled, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around Jiang Han.

A gesture of holding a child.

Jiang Han walked towards the room holding Wen Yan's legs: "Yanyan, I really spoil you like a child."

"Jiang Han." Wen Yan shouted.

Jiang Han responded: "Yes."

"Jiang Han." Wen Yan called out again.

"I'm here."

Putting the person on the bed, Jiang Han turned on the air conditioner and closed the curtains.

Before going out, she touched Wen Yan's cheek: "Go to sleep, let's go for a walk at night."

"Well, you wake me up."

Gently closing the door, Jiang Han cleaned up the living room.

The living room was very clean, Wen Yan cleaned it every day, Jiang Han mopped it, took out the takeaway box and threw it away.

There was still watermelon in the refrigerator, Jiang Han scooped out the middle part with a spoon and put it in, put a few ice cubes in it, poured milk in it, and put it in the refrigerator to refrigerate.

After doing all this, he found Xiao Qi sitting on the ground and looking at him.

Jiang Han took out dog food from the refrigerator and poured it into Xiao Qi's bowl.

After having a full lunch, Xiao Qi walked over and lay down next to Jiang Han's leg.

After getting along for this period of time, Jiang Han no longer rejects Xiao Qi's approach, as long as it's not too intimate, Jiang Han generally won't chase her away.

Another thing is that he discovered that it was Xiao Qi who liked to eat soup dumplings, not Wen Yan.

So every time Wen Yan bought soup dumplings, one was given to Xiao Qi and one to him, Jiang Han felt an indescribably awkward feeling in his heart.

Especially every time Xiao Qi finished eating the soup dumplings, he would come to Jiang Han to shake his head and tail, expressing his desire to share and to be happy.

This kind of time is often the time when Jiang Han wants to catch it the most.

Jiang Han didn't tell Wen Yan that Xiao Qi turned over the balcony privately, but just moved the sports equipment downstairs to a place where he could turn it up but Xiao Qi couldn't reach it.

When Xiao Qi woke up one morning and found that he could no longer go down to the balcony, Jiang Han gloated all morning.

Then Xiao Qi went to see if the equipment would return to its original position every day, and looked sad at the height he couldn't get down, and could only sigh.

And there is only one reason for the "culprit" to do this, and that is to avenge its "vengeance" for snatching its own soup dumplings during that period of time.

Now that it has been so long, Jiang Han has already forgotten about it, only Xiao Qi still goes to the balcony to watch every day.