The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The next day, the two of them woke up naturally after sleeping. The house was tidied up, and they planned to call a car to the station.

Xiaoqi and Datou went to Yang Qian's foster care yesterday, this time they should come back after a year, and it's not good to ask others to come to feed them all the time.

Because I was going to the countryside and it was close to a seaside city, I made a few more transfers.

The destination is called "Qinghua Town". Porcelain was unearthed before, with a strong cultural atmosphere, similar to a small town with a foreign style.The temperature does not change much throughout the year, the green plants are evergreen, the streams are gurgling, and there are wooden and bamboo huts and cultural relics everywhere on the roadside.

The more you go to the town, the more sober the air, and the locals copy a dialect.

Talking loudly, not arguing, maybe there is a happy event at home, invited to dinner.

After getting out of the taxi, Wen Yan felt as if he had entered another world.

Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, everything returns to simplicity.

After driving all the way, the body is tired, but the brain is very happy and relaxed.

The locals are very curious about the outsiders, and they look at and talk about it from time to time, probably saying "Which grandson is this", "You look so handsome", "He came from a big city", and so on.

The two ate noodles in a small noodle restaurant. Although the restaurant is small, it is very clean and tidy. The boss is also very affordable. He put a lot of meat spoons and a few ribs.

Seeing that both of them were dragging their luggage, the boss asked something in dialect, and Jiang Han also answered in dialect.

Then the boss looked at Wen Yan again, and said something with a smile in his eyes.

This time Wen Yan understood, it meant that he was in vain, and Wen Yan said "Thank you".

"No thanks, no thanks." The boss replied in Mandarin, not very standard, "There is more than enough, so you have to add noodles, cloth needs money."

The noodles are hand-rolled. Wen Yan was hungry and ate a lot.

Jiang Han touched Wen Yan's hand: "It's hot here."

Wen Yan hooked Jiang Han's palm: "It's not cold."

After eating and drinking enough, the two continued to walk with their luggage.

Jiang's courtyard is on the East Street, similar to a courtyard. It used to be a welfare building, so there are not many people living there, and the environment is very quiet and elegant.

The tall camphor trees in the alley grow lush and green.

The road is a bluestone path, the walls are white walls and black tiles, and the sky is translucent blue.

Walking to the depths, there was a faint shout, it was a hawker selling candied haws.

Jiang Han bought a bunch of candied haws and had a chat.

The people here are very enthusiastic. When Wen Yan heard that the peddler called Jiang Han "Jiang Jiang", it was novel, looked at him, and admired him.

In the end, it should be said that the people in Lao Jiang's family are all good, and all of them are promising.

Going further in, there is a blooming white locust tree in front of it, a hundred-year-old tree with thick roots and leaves, and clusters of lush white flowers hanging on the tree are like flowers on the head of a girl's house, shy and bright.

When the warm wind blows, the scattered petals are like a dream wedding, romantic and affectionate.

Wen Yan stopped, watched quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Are you almost there?"

Jiang Han shook Wen Yan's hand: "Well, ahead. This meeting should be preparing dinner."

Walking to the door, when Jiang Han was about to push the door, Wen Yan held him back, and said with a blank look, "What should I... call?"

Jiang Han lightly supported the back of Fu Wenyan's hand: "Silly Yanyan, they all like you, just call you grandma."

The yard is very large, with some vegetables and flowers planted, the camellias bloom quietly, and a faint fragrance permeates the elegant and quiet yard.

There is a swing and an ancient well at the far side. The ancient well is old and covered with creepers, and wild roses in the corner grow wildly and exuberantly.

Here is like a Taoyuan independent of the world, everything is slowed down.

The main hall is the master bedroom and living room, and the side halls are on both sides. Jiang Han shouted in the yard: "Grandma, here you come."

A crisp voice came from inside: "Hey, Jiang Jiang. Take your classmates and put your luggage first, and the meal will take a while."

Jiang Han replied: "No hurry, we just ate." Then he said to Wen Yan, "Yanyan, let's put things away first."

After entering the side hall, Jiang Han led Wen Yan up to the second floor, which was a spacious attic with a separate bathroom.

The wooden floor is warm to step on. The big round bed is next to the window. It should be a good view to watch the stars at night.

There were a few books on the bookshelf, yellowed, with Jiang Han's name written on them, Wen Yan picked them up and looked at them.

Jiang Han walked over: "The books I wrote when I was a child were very ugly."

"Not ugly." Wen Yan said.

"Well, there are some magazines over there." Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan, "Take a rest first."

At 05:30, there was a sunset in the sky, and dinner consisted of four dishes and one soup, all of which were used to entertain guests.

Grandma Jiang brought food to Wen Yan, and chatted with Wen Yan about the family life. Although Wen Yan didn't talk much, he had a natural temperament to please the elders. Grandma Jiang liked Wen Yan very much when he was a child.

Halfway through eating, Jiang Gao came back, holding a fish tied with a rope in his hand.

Due to many years of scientific training and fitness, Jiang Gao, who is nearly [-] years old, is still very strong, his hair is only faintly gray at the temples, his face is serious and his body is straight.

Wen Yan stood up and shouted "Hello, Grandpa", Jiang Gao nodded at him, and said without expression: "Sit down and eat."

After Jiang Gao washed his hands, Zhou Yu put some vegetables in Wen Yan's bowl and whispered, "Xiaoyan, he is like this, and I'm still happy. I know you like fish, so I went fishing in the reservoir this afternoon."

Wen Yan felt warm in his heart, and the nervousness before coming here was gone: "Yeah."

The Jiang family's rule of "no talking when eating or sleeping" has always been very strict. As soon as Jiang Gao sat down, Zhou Yu took the initiative to shut up.

The dinner table was very quiet, no one spoke.

When putting away the bowl, Jiang Gao said to Jiang Han: "Run tomorrow."

Jiang Han was dumbfounded, and shouted after discussing: "Don't, Lao Gao. It's almost Chinese New Year, so don't take a break..."

Exercising every day, rain or shine, is also a family rule of the Jiang family.

"Twice the fine for being late."

A full-bodied voice.

Jiang Han complained to Zhou Yu: "Grandma, look at him."

Zhou Yu said that there was nothing he could do to help: "Jiang Jiang, I don't want to mess with his bad temper, so you can do it yourself."

In this way, Jiang Han, whose buttocks are still hot, has to get up and run tomorrow morning before the rooster crows.

Life in the small town is very comfortable, and Jiang Gao will play chess with others after dinner.

Zhou Yu used to be a literary soldier. Since the rise of square dancing in the [-]th century, Zhou Yu, as one of the few leading figures in the town, has carried out the square dancing business vividly.

But Jiang's family rule is that he must go home at nine o'clock in the evening, and turn off the lights at ten o'clock to go to bed, which is fully reflected in Jiang Gao.

At 59:[-] in the evening, the door to the yard was opened a crack, and a head stuck in to look around.

Seeing nothing unusual, Soi Ying let out a relieved sigh.

Turning around, I met a face that was also in the dark.

Zhou Yu was taken aback, and after realizing it, he hurriedly covered Wen Yan's mouth, and said with a guilty conscience: "Xu...is your grandpa back yet?"

Wen Yan nodded, blinked and said, "Should be taking a shower."

Zhou Yu took a long breath for the rest of his life after the catastrophe: "I was almost discovered. Xiaoyan, what are you doing here?"

Wen Yan came to deliver tea, but when he got to the master bedroom, he found no one, and there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Zhou Yu also saw the tea leaves, and said lovingly, "Xiaoyan, you really have a heart. He has no other hobbies, but likes playing chess and drinking tea. It looks like it should be very expensive."

Wen Yan handed the tea to Zhou Yu: "It's not expensive, just show some kindness."

Zhou Yu likes Wen Yan more and more because of his neither arrogant nor impetuous temperament: "You child, next time you come here, you don't need to bring anything, treat it like your own home."

Wen Yan went back to the attic, Jiang Han was not there, why did he go there.

Turning on the small warm lamp, Wen Yan began to read the book before going to bed.

Soon, Jiang Han came back with a bag of snacks and yogurt.

Jiang Han heated the yogurt in a cup and put some fruit in it.

"There are no more fruit pieces, let's put fruit in the future."

"It's delicious, sweet and sour."

Wen Yan's lips were stained with milky white, and Jiang Han gave away the steaming gift for you from the sugar delivery team Dujia.

Perhaps because of the light, Wen Yan looked very peaceful tonight, with an elegant and quiet temperament around him. The light cast a halo on his face, which made his face softer.

After Wen Yan took a bath, his whole body exuded a delicate fragrance, and Jiang Han was bewitched.

Putting her hand into Wen Yan's clothes, Wen Yan pushed her away: "...you take a shower first."

Always dying on this issue, Jiang Han sadly took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Before dawn the next day, Jiang Han woke up with his eyes open.

When he came to the countryside, Jiang Han's biological alarm clock always seemed to be six o'clock, no matter what time he went to bed the night before.

He carefully pulled out the arm that was pillowed by Wen Yan, but he didn't want to startle people.

Wen Yan clung to Jiang Han in a daze, and called out "Brother Han".

Jiang Han's heart was soft, and he kissed Wen Yan's forehead: "Good boy, sleep again."

After getting dressed, Jiang Han covered Wen Yan with the quilt before going downstairs.

In the morning, there was the sound of dogs barking in the half-dark dawn, and Jiang Gao waited at the gate of the yard: "I'm 3 minutes late."

Jiang Han said miserably: "Old Gao, don't be so strict, you have to entertain guests."

Every time I got into trouble when I was a child, use this trick of gentle words to guarantee that I will try it all.

Sure enough, Jiang Gao let go: "Tomorrow is on time."

Seeing the tea leaves given by Wen Yan in his old man's glass, Jiang Han couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, secretly happy.

If you don't talk about it, you can act quickly.

Exercise means running five kilometers along the perimeter of the town, and then come back with breakfast.Jiang Han hadn't exercised for a long time, and after running for a few laps, he panted slightly, but Jiang Gao's face didn't even change.

Jiang Gao patted Jiang Han, You Zi didn't blush and didn't breathe: "I'm not physically strong, I still have to practice. Speed ​​up!"

Jiang Han staggered when he was photographed, and quickly followed him: "Old Gao, I'm not a subject of scientific training"

"Tell your father about this..."

In fact, Jiang Gao didn't have any attachments to this, and it didn't matter if it was right or not for the children and grandchildren to be the next generation, anyway, the children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

On the other hand, Jiang Yong, who is in a high position, has a special feeling for scientific training.

After exercising, it was just dawn, and the two went to the morning market.

The morning market in the township is very lively, most of them are acquaintances, and they will not be short of money.

There are still seven days until the Chinese New Year, and everyone is busy preparing for the New Year.

The father and son bought a lot of things and went home with them.

Zhou Yu was making breakfast, Wen Yan was helping in the kitchen, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Xiaoyan, do you like spring rolls? Make some this year."

"It's been a long time since I ate it. I ate it when I was a child."

"You can get some, Jiang Jiang likes to eat..."

The small town has a strong Chinese New Year atmosphere, and you have to prepare a copy of everything, and there are many traditional customs.The fruits grown in the greenhouse were all ripe. In the early morning, Jiang Han and Wen Yan went to pick strawberries with baskets.

There are a lot of people, you can eat while picking.

Wen Yan had never experienced this before, and was a little curious for a while: "Won't you lose money this way?"

Jiang Han smiled: "The price is higher than the outside, and the labor cost is reduced. Overall, it is profitable, and the merchant will not make a loss-making business."

Wen Yan bit one, it was very sweet, Jiang Han consciously ate the strawberry tail.

Jiang Han picked another red one and fed it to Wen Yan. It was warm and numb to the touch, and Jiang Han felt numb all over, and said helplessly, "Yanyan, I don't want to tease you like this."

Wen Yan did it on purpose to take revenge on him for bullying people last night, and looked at Jiang Han with wet eyes: "More" Wen Yan did it on purpose, to take revenge on him for bullying people last night, and looked at Jiang Han with wet eyes: "More."

As soon as Wen Yan acted like a baby, Jiang Han had no choice but to give him his heart: "Yanyan, you are my catastrophe."

After eating strawberries, the two of them sat on the grass to digest. During this time, people came to say hello to Jiang Han, men, women and children.

Wen Yan shook his legs and listened. When he understood, he would smile, and when he didn't understand, he would ask Jiang Han with his eyes.

When going to checkout, Wen Yan hugged Jiang Han as soon as he reached an empty corner.

The two of them were already used to this kind of hugging. Jiang Han hugged him and put his arm around Jiang Han's shoulders: "Jiang Han, I like you."

Jiang Han's heart trembled, and he coaxed a child: "What's the matter, you suddenly confessed to me."

Wen Yan buried his head on Jiang Han's neck and rubbed it like a petting cat: "Brother Han, I like you so much."

Wen Yan snuggled up to him like this, Jiang Han's heart almost softened: "Why are you clinging to me like this today, um..."

Wen Yan looked at Jiang Han, the love in his eyes was undisguised: "Brother Han, can you kiss me?"

Jiang Han pressed Wen Yan's forehead affectionately, coaxing softly: "Yanyan, I'm right here..."

Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan carefully, cherishing it very much, like treating the most precious treasure in this life.

Wen Yan has always been Jiang Han's treasure.

She pampers her in her arms and protects her in her heart, wanting to give him the best.

"Jiang Han, you must always like me."

"Baby, I love you."

The two hugged quietly for a while, and Jiang Han whispered against Wen Yan's cheek, "Baby, today is your birthday, and grandma made longevity noodles."

Wen Yan hooked Jiang Han's fingers, and the muffled voice came out: "I forgot."

"I remember."

"Tired or not, let me down."

"Not tired. Baby, you smell so good..."

It was after ten o'clock after picking strawberries, and there were two full baskets, which should be able to eat until the Chinese New Year.

Zhou Yu was busy in the kitchen, the aroma of the food kept wafting out, and the sound of "Zi La" from the pot was pleasant to the ear. Jiang Gao cleared the weeds in the yard and renovated the fence.

The camellias in the corner are in full bloom, white and tender, which is very suitable for the occasion.

Next door is an old man living with a few grandchildren, and the children are making noise, setting off firecrackers happily.

Everything is the joyful atmosphere of the New Year, a feeling that Wen Yan has never experienced before.

Wen Yan called "Grandpa", walked over and offered to say, "Do you need my help?"

Jiang Gao glanced at him, then continued to repair flowers: "No need, noodles are on the table."

Jiang Gao looks serious, but in fact it's just because of his appearance, he looks fierce when he doesn't speak, his eyebrows are lowered, giving people a sense of majesty for no reason, but he is upright and magnanimous, and the children nearby are afraid of him.

But Mr. Jiang's tenderness was hidden in his calm expression.

The bluestone road at the gate of the day before yesterday was crushed, and it is easy to be unstable when stepping on it. There are many children on the East Street, chasing and chasing, and it is easy to bump.

Before Jiang Gao participated in the scientific training, he was doing manual work. Yesterday he went to the town to buy tools and cement to fill the road.

Not good at expressing, but caring is in action.

Longevity noodles are hand-rolled, with a unique noodle fragrance, smooth and refreshing in the mouth, green onion sprinkled on the soft-hearted egg, it looks very appetizing.

Jiang Han gave Wen Yan the Liuxin egg in his bowl, and said with a smile, "Yanyan, happy birthday, and be safe every year."

Wen Yan looked at Jiang Han: "Brother Han, you are safe too."

On New Year's Eve, there is a custom of eating dumplings, which means a happy reunion. Dumplings filled with pure meat, the meat is very finely chopped.

Jiang Han wrapped a coin in it, but it was easy to recognize, it was shaped like a steamed stuffed bun.

Jiang Han and Wen Yan made dumplings all morning and sent some to the neighbors. Wen Yan made dumplings at noon, and Zhou Yu went to the town to buy vegetables.

The two were frolicking in the kitchen, Jiang Han scraped Wen Yan's cheek with his flour-stained hand, leaving a mark on his fair face.

"Yanyan, you seem to be singing an opera."

Jiang Han laughed out loud, and slashed Wen Yan's right cheek symmetrically, laughing out of joy for a while.

"Jiang Han." Wen Yan yelled in shame and anger, but his hands were covered with oil and there was nothing he could do.

Jiang Han became addicted to playing, and tapped Wen Yan's nose again, covered his stomach and said, "Yanyan, you look like a big tabby cat now."

Wen Yan was teased out of a child's mind, and picked up a ball of fried crispy meat and stuffed it into Jiang Han's mouth.

The laughter stopped, Jiang Han took the opportunity to bite into his mouth: "Yanyan, feed another one."

Wen Yan ignored him.

Jiang Han hugged him into his arms and sniffed, "Yanyan, you are still as cute as when you were a child."

It was a milky white fragrance when I was a child, but now it is a seductive fragrance.

Wen Yan blushed and pushed him: "Grandpa is still outside..."

Jiang Han rubbed Wen Yan's chin and said softly: "Yanyan...give me a kiss, I haven't kissed you for several days."

Jiang Han played hooligans to cling to others tightly, and Wen Yan's ears turned red.Before Wen Yan could speak, Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan on the cheek.

A shallow kiss, like scratching an itch.

The provocative person whispered in Wen Yan's ear.

Wen Yan's neck is also red, he will never be able to withstand Jiang Han's provocation, and his love words will always be so blatant.

There was a coughing sound at the door, and the two separated, Wen Yan subconsciously looked at Jiang Gao, Jiang Han looked indifferent.

"Old Gao, the grass has been pulled out so quickly."

Jiang Gao didn't notice anything unusual, and said to Jiang Han: "The rice is going to run out, go buy some rice in the afternoon." When he was about to go out, he said, "Buy some wine too, I want rice wine."

Jiang Han has always been very active in buying wine, shouting: "Deling, do you want glutinous rice wine or black rice wine?"

"Glutinous rice..."

Dumplings were served quickly, and Zhou Yu just had lunch when he came back from shopping.

The table was silent, Wen Yan stopped when he bit the first dumpling, and Jiang Han looked at him expectantly.

The raised little tail seemed to say: "Look, I wrapped it for you."

After dinner, the two rested in the attic, Wen Yan was reading a book, and Jiang Han was lying on his lap.

It was very lively outside, and the three children of the old man next door all came back. Two were university teachers and the other was a company owner.

Firecrackers were set off at the door for a long time, and many spectators gathered around.

The carpet is made of wool, warm and comfortable, Wen Yan yawned, and Jiang Han put him on the carpet.

Pressing the person down and kissing for a while, but feeling that it wasn't enough, Jiang Han began to kiss Yan's neck.

Wen Yan pushed him lightly, and Jiang Han fixed Wen Yan's hands on top: "Hey, don't make any marks..."

Wen Yan called out "Jiang Han".

Jiang Han was also a little unbearable, afraid that if he kissed again, it would cause fire, so he let go of Wen Yan: "The corners of his eyes are red again."

Thin red, like dyed a layer of light makeup.

Jiang Han kissed those moist clear eyes: "It's too sensitive."

Wen Yan circled Jiang Han's shoulders: "Brother Han..."

"Huh?" Jiang Han answered him.

Wen Yan: "There are still seven days until the Chinese New Year."

"Ah."

"It's your birthday after the next year."

Jiang Han smiled: "Why, do you want to give me a gift?"

Wen Yan nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Han touched Wen Yan's waist: "When did you know?"

Wen Yanzang: "The last time I filled out the class questionnaire."

It happened a long time ago, Jiang Han arched Wen Yan's itching point, and said lightly: "Yanyan, have you been catching me?"

Wen Yan smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan, and the two noses touched: "Yanyan, I am willing to let you fish."

He is always fascinated by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to caress Jiang Han's eyebrows, and looked at his clear eyes: "Jiang Han, why do you like me so much?"

Jiang Han went to bite Wen Yan's finger: "I don't know, maybe you played a trick on me."

"Jiang Han, you spoil me like a child."

"Yanyan, you are my child."