The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

During the summer vacation, in order to prevent Jiang Han from running around all the time, Zhou Yu enrolled Jiang Han in a class.

Jiang Han is a quick learner and has a photographic memory. The content of the big class can't satisfy him at all, but Jiang Han's mind is not on his studies.

Most of the class are first and second grade students, Jiang Han studied with them.Jiang Han was running fast, he had to change his clothes every year, and he couldn't tell he was two years younger.

Writing in large characters is a must-do homework every day, and Zhou Yu has to check it.

At noon that day, Jiang Han moved a stool to practice calligraphy under a tree, and after writing for a while, he became impatient.

Practicing calligraphy requires meditation, but Jiang Han is not a person who can calm down. He only tries to write a character quickly, but he has to rewrite it later.

Compared with the boring practice of calligraphy, Jiang Han prefers the simple number problem, which is time-saving and convenient.

"Jiang Han Jiang Han!"

His good friend Hao Zhuang came to Jiang Han with a grasshopper, and ran over excitedly, with snot bubbles hanging from his nose: "Yueshan caught it, it must be big enough!"

Jiang Han was annoyed and didn't want to talk to him: "Don't bother me, I haven't finished my homework yet."

In the past, Jiang Han must have been the most active and fun-loving person during the summer vacation. After enrolling in a summer class this year, he was forced to go to class and do homework every day. He had no time to go out and play, and he became impetuous.

"What homework?"

Hao Zhuang took a look and sniffed the snot, but it didn't work, and it hung on his nose again three seconds later.

He tried his best to recognize the characters above, pointed to one and said, "This is the word 'four'. My mother asked me to recognize it yesterday. Would you like me to write it for you?"

Although Jiang Han always asked others to do his homework for him, he didn't want Hao Zhuang to do it for him.

Every time he practices calligraphy and dictation, Hao Zhuang is always the one left behind. A character can occupy four large grids, and a notebook will be gone after three days.

"Go play."

Jiang Han pushed him away in disgust and said, "I'll come to play with you after finishing writing."

"OK then."

Hao Zhuang walked away step by step, tried his best to sniff the snot and then dropped it: "Remember to come and play with me..."

Every time Hao Zhuang came to look for Jiang Han, Jiang Han used this sentence to dismiss him, but in fact he never went to look for him once, but Hao Zhuang would still believe it every time.

Maybe this is the friendship of the boy's family.

Jiang Han writes in ink, and can write a line for half a day. He looks at the trees for a while, the birds for a while, and finally eats a piece of watermelon.

It's still early today, the calligraphy practice book is spread out, and the pens are ready to be put in place, but people are still wandering.

Jiang Han raised his head and looked at the tree above his head, his eyes narrowed, wondering what he was planning.

He picked up a piece of gravel and threw it on, making a slight noise, and there was a "twittering" call from among the dense leaves.

Jiang Han crossed his legs, leisurely holding the finished ice and wood in his mouth: "Five..."

It can be caught and raised in about a month.

Jiang Han is the best at catching birds among the children in the town. He can tell the position of the bird by the sound of the wind, and he is known as the clairvoyant.

But he doesn't catch birds that are too early, and they can't keep them alive.

They are only raised for fun when they are caught, and they will be released when they get tired of it. It is to enjoy the process of catching and conquering.

From nowhere came the sound of music, the sound of a piano.

Jiang Han listened for a while, and unconsciously tapped his fingers to follow the beat.

Playing very slowly, I should still be practicing, but every syllable is very accurate.

Jiang Han unconsciously remembered what happened a week ago. After Wen Yu went back, he never saw Wen Yan again.

A five-year-old child doesn't go to school and doesn't know what to do at home all day.

But now it seems to be learning the piano.

The town has a lot to talk about, Wen Yu is very beautiful, and is also a piano teacher, so he is naturally very popular. Although he has children with him, there are still an endless stream of suitors.

Jiang Han didn't pay attention to these things, and talked about them a lot, so he couldn't help but fall into his ears.

The afternoon sun was harsh and the temperature was hot.

Jiang Han suddenly turned over and sat up, pushed the chair back, and he was already out of the yard.

He came to the next door, the door was a wooden fence, and it opened with a slight push.

There are very few things in this old yard, everything is newly bought, as if it has been integrated into the outdated, sooner or later it will be empty.

The yard is huge, Jiang Han came to the inner room, afraid of scaring people again, this time he knocked on the door.

Wen Yan was sitting in the living room playing the piano, his feet in white casual shoes couldn't reach the ground, they were hanging in mid-air, the black and white keys were half the size of his palm, and it seemed a bit strenuous to hit each key.

Hearing the knock on the door, he turned his head in surprise, and when he saw that it was Jiang Han, his expression turned disappointed again.

Xu Shi still remembered the last time Jiang Han "bullied" himself, Wen Yan's eyes were a little scared and guarded, and there was a sense of novelty.

The expression changes are too rich, much better than the crying one, Jiang Han was amused for a while.

"Do you know who I am?" Jiang Han asked.

Wen Yan shook his head.

Jiang Han walked in, and after scanning the living room, his eyes fell on Wen Yan again: "I'm brother."

Wen Yan's black eyes widened slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while he said, "But I don't have a brother."

The milky voice was like a kitten, Jiang Han couldn't help chuckling.

"It's not that, it's just that I'm older than you, so you should call me brother."

Wen Yan understood, nodded his head, and followed Jiang Han with curious eyes.

Look at, explore.

The amber pupils reveal a clear innocence and romance.

He just looked at Wen Yan without saying a word.

Compared with the children in the compound, this child is not very noisy, Jiang Han found out.

Quite pleasing.

He wanted to be funny on purpose, so he put on a straight face and said, "Then what should you call me?"

Wen Yan's curled eyelashes blinked, and he called out in a low voice and seriously: "...Brother."

It's so soft, it's so fun, Jiang Han liked it: "It's Brother Jiang Han."

Wen Yan looked at Jiang Han with pure eyes, and shouted softly, "Brother Jiang Han..."

So cute, she looks like a doll.

Jiang Han couldn't hold back and pinched Wen Yan's cheek with his hands. He didn't use any force, but just touched the porcelain white and soft cheek.

Feels good, like kneading a doll.

"Then remember, call me Brother Jiang Han next time."

Wen Yan touched the cheek touched by Jiang Han with his hand, and nodded obediently.

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why don't you cry?"

The question is too straightforward. Although the child is young, he still loves his self-esteem. Wen Yan blushed and whispered, "Not dirty..."

Jiang Han froze for a moment, as if he was afraid that Jiang Han would get angry, Wen Yan added: "...it's clean."

Jiang Han came to his senses and clicked his tongue softly: "I love cleanliness so much, no wonder it's so white."

The air conditioner was turned on in the living room to isolate the heat wave outside.

There are some scattered building blocks on the ground, and half of them have been put together. It is a jackrabbit.

Jiang Han looked at it, and found a color to put it on: "You play with these at home?"

Wen Yan's feet hanging in the air dangled, which was a sign of his happiness: "There is still reading, and my mother is going to work. I am alone at home, and they don't play with me."

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows again.

"They" refers to the group of Fat Hu, who are in the first grade this year, and they are the little bullies in the town. Because their father is the mayor of the town, they usually like to bully other children.

When Wen Yan first arrived, he looked weak and small, so he naturally became the object of crowding out by the crowd in the courtyard.

However, Jiang Han has always believed that "fist" is true. Only when he is strong can he not be bullied by others, so he didn't say anything.

Wen Yan is indeed weak, but Jiang Han used to look down on people who were submissive, such as those who always complimented Fat Tiger in the compound, but were bullied behind their backs.

"What books are you reading?" Jiang Han asked.

Wen Yan replied honestly, "I haven't finished reading the Grimm's fairy tales yet."

Jiang Han was noncommittal, Zhou Yu had bought it for him before, but he thought it was naive, reading those stories was not as fun as picking a bird.

The two children chatted for a while, the birds were chirping outside the window, and the sun was quiet.

Jiang Han was actually bored and didn't want to do his homework, so he had nothing to say, and Zhou Yu confiscated his game console.

And no matter what Jiang Han asked, Wen Yan would answer seriously, and those eyes were always watery and sincere.

Clean and dust-free, not polluted by the world.

In the end, Jiang Han got bored and wanted to go back to do his homework.

Wen Yan carefully grabbed the corner of his clothes, and looked at Jiang Han eagerly: "Brother Jiang Han, you... will you come tomorrow?"

He was so lonely all by himself.

After moving here for so long, Jiang Han is the only one who is willing to talk to him.

He instinctively wanted to get close to Jiang Han.

Facing the expectant eyes, Jiang Han couldn't say what he wanted to refuse: "...If you have time, come and play with you."

Just casually, Jiang Han didn't take it to heart, after all, he usually "manages a lot of things", and a pile of bird's nests marked on the tree are still waiting for him to dig out, and the crabs in the estuary are at the time when they are strong and fat.

This sentence "have time", forget it when you turn your back.

But for Wen Yan, when he was in an unfamiliar environment, he was surrounded by strangers, his personality was introverted, and Wen Yu was busy with work so he didn't have much time to accompany him.

All this made him feel very lonely.

So he was looking forward to Jiang Han's coming to him every day, always remembering the phrase "have time".

But when do you have time?

At first, he looked forward to it every day, but Jiang Han didn't come.

He could know that others came to look for Jiang Han, that the yard next door was flying like dogs and dogs, and that Jiang Gao was forcing him to exercise.

But Jiang Han didn't come, didn't come to play with him.

Two days, three days, he still believed.

Five days, six days, he couldn't help but wonder if Jiang Han forgot.

Nine days, ten days... He was convinced that the person who asked him to call him "Brother Jiang Han" forgot.

He felt very lost in his heart.

But ever since Wen Yan could remember, he seldom had expectations for anything, so after a short period of sadness, he regained his energy.

He began to go to the yard every day to listen to the movement next door.

Wen Yu goes to work at [-] o'clock every day, and will help him prepare breakfast in the morning, and will only go out after he has finished eating.

Sometimes I come back at noon, and when I don’t come back, I will help him prepare lunch, put it in the incubator, and just take it out.

Then he'll have lunch by himself at some point, and he'll turn on the TV when it's too quiet in the room.

And whenever Wen Yu went out, Wen Yan would move a chair and sit in the yard, listening to what the neighbors were doing.

He didn't dare to go out of the house yet. There was a rogue cat at the door last time. He went out to have a look and ran into Fat Tiger.

Fat Tiger's name is Zhang Wang, and he lives up to his name. He is a tiger and fat little devil king. When he saw Wen Yan holding a toy in his hand, he snatched it away.

People who prey on the weak always have a sense of righteousness, and Fat Tiger used the toys he snatched from Wen Yan as protection money.

Wen Yan didn't understand what "protection fee" meant, so he said weakly but tenaciously: "I own toys."

Fat Tiger was about to leave, but he didn't want people who seemed to have no sense of existence to refute him.

No one in the town dared to contradict him, except for Jiang Han, whom he hated and couldn't beat, so he pushed Wen Yan a little to teach him a lesson.

With a little strength in his hand, Wen Yan fell to the ground.

Fat Tiger laughed and walked away.

There was pain in the ankle, and the skin was broken.

Wen Yan didn't shed tears, and got up by herself.

In fact, he seldom cries, because he has been alone for too long, and his mood rarely fluctuates.

"Dirty clothes again, put them in the pool and wash them clean!"

The sound of chasing came from the yard next door, and Wen Yan knew that Jiang Han was going to catch crabs in the stream again.

Catch crabs... something so far away from him, Wen Yan couldn't help but think about it.

What does it feel like, the stream running over your skin...the smell of summer.

Sometimes, when Zhou Yu passed by the door and saw Wen Yan alone, he would tell him to go and play with Brother Jiang Han.

Wen Yan smiled every time, with timid eyes.

Zhou Yu thought he was embarrassed, so after returning home one day, he told Jiang Han that he should play with Wen Yan more. He is an older brother and should take care of his younger brother.

Jiang Han had long since thrown that casual promise out of the blue, but after Zhou Yu mentioned it, he remembered it.

And it seems that more than 20 days have passed since the day I went to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan is really so non-existent, I don't see him come out to play, and he is always quiet and motionless.

That night Hao Zhuang came to Jiang Han and asked him if he wanted to catch crickets after finishing his homework tomorrow afternoon, but Jiang Han refused.

I haven't seen the child for so long, I guess I should have forgotten him.

Jiang Han planned to play with Wen Yan tomorrow, to fulfill his few promises.

Tomorrow is the weekend, Jiang Han does not need to do homework after returning from class.

Jiang Gao is at home, the rice grinder is broken, and he is repairing it in the utility room with tools.

Jiang Han took out a piece of iced watermelon and handed it to Jiang Gao: "Thank you, Lao Gao."

Jiang Gao finished eating in two bites, and glanced at him: "Did you finish your homework?"

"Today is Saturday, the teacher has no arrangement."

While talking, Jiang Han had already come out from the house carrying a ladder.

Small body, great strength.

Putting the ladder on the tree, Jiang Han climbed up the tree with three movements.

More than half a month has passed, and the fluff of the birds has almost grown, and they are waiting to be fed with their mouths wide open.

"It's not your mother, you've got the wrong person."

Holding on to the branch, Jiang Han picked a bird and put it in the hat behind him, and then descended the ladder neatly.

Putting the bird on the ground, Jiang Han took out a cage.

The wooden cages are finely made and fully functional. They are divided into feeding areas, sleeping areas and defecation areas, which are neatly arranged.

Jiang Han put water and a little porridge left over from the morning into it, and fed some to the young birds, not daring to feed too much, for fear of making it last.

After confirming that it should be full, Jiang Han put the bird in the cage.

Jiang Han doesn't keep a bird for too long, and releases it in about a month.

After the machine was repaired, Jiang Gao was about to go out, and said, "Why do you catch the tree if it is fine?".

After dealing with the bird, Jiang Han was playing with the crab again, and replied: "Raise it for fun. Lao Gao remember to bring me a popsicle..."

The sun was high and the air was hot.

The next door seemed to be very lively, with the chirping of birds, Wen Yan's curiosity was aroused.

He remembered that when Zhou Yu passed by, he always asked him to go and play with Jiang Han.

But Wen Yan didn't go.

Because he wasn't sure if Jiang Han wanted to play with him too.

He is always reluctant to bother people.

But this time, he couldn't help it.

He wanted to see what Jiang Han was doing.

So, Wen Yan stepped out of the wooden fence, and walked to the next door as quietly as possible.

Bai Nen's hands clasped the wall, the wall was very tall.

He plucked up his courage and wanted to poke his head in. The next second, he met a face.

Jiang Han arranged all the "pets" he had caught, and was a little bored.

When he was going to look for Wen Yan next door, he saw Wen Yan standing hesitantly at the door of his house.

Jiang Han raised his handsome eyebrows: "Want to play with me?"

Wen Yan's eyes lit up, he clasped his fingers, looked at Jiang Han and nodded, and after a few seconds he asked curiously, "Brother Jiang Han... what are you doing?"

"Catch the bird."

Wen Yan's eyes widened, full of novelty: "Are you catching birds from trees?"

This ignorant look made Jiang Han laugh, and he rubbed Wen Yan's head in a rough way, and Wen Yan's soft hair was messed up by him: "He came from the city, he never caught crabs or crickets, right?"

Wen Yan's eyes are full of longing and admiration. He has only seen crabs and crickets in books. I wonder if they are fun?

But seeing Jiang Han likes to play so much, he guessed it should be fun too.

For a child, those distant things that he has never experienced can make him admire and admire.

Jiang Han is the person he admires.

"Do you want to play?" Jiang Han asked.

Wen Yan nodded seriously.

Jiang Han led him into the yard.

This is the second time Wen Yan has stepped into the yard in a long time, and the first time he doesn't feel much, but this time with Jiang Han, he feels that this place has become more exciting.

Jiang Han lifted the birdcage out.

After a full meal, the young birds are sleeping in their nests.

The two children squatted on the ground and watched for a while, Wen Yan watched very carefully, and even counted the number of hairs of different colors on the top of their heads.

"Can I... touch it?"

The eager little hand looked at Jiang Han sincerely.

How could there be such an obedient person, so obedient and soft, Jiang Han couldn't help but love him a little more.

"You can still touch it now, but when you grow up, you will be able to peck people."

First, the little hand tentatively touched the bird's head, and then the body.

After withdrawing his hand, he showed a satisfied smile.

Jiang Han got up: "You can play with it."

Wen Yan looked up at him, blinking his eyes: "Brother Jiang Han, what are you going to do?"

"At home," Jiang Han said, "collect the dried cabbages."

Wen Yan said "Oh", and then looked at the bird for a while, and Jiang Han for a while.

As long as Jiang Han entered the room for 5 minutes, Wen Yan would go to Jiang Han.

As the sun gradually set to the west, Wen Yan sat on a chair alone and played with birds, having a great time with a smile on his face all the time.

Jiang Han came out of the house and saw Wen Yan put the birdcage back to its original position, and was squatting by the pool to watch the crabs intently.

"Crabs walk sideways, you can tease them."

Jiang Han hung up the dried cabbage in bunches, while distractedly looking at Wen Yan.

Hearing this, Wen Yan picked up a wooden stick from the ground to tease, and his expression immediately became vivid: "Wow, it really walks sideways. Its pincers are so big."

Jiang Han smiled: "You know how to find things, so you're not stupid."

Wen Yan shrank his neck and smiled sheepishly: "It can bite."

Added another sentence: "It hurts."

It's a smart little cat.

Jiang Han walked over and grabbed the crab with his bare hands from the pool, lifted it out of the pool, and said in a proud tone: "Tell you how to play?"

The crab was restrained, and a pair of big pincers swaggered to pinch the person, but Jiang Han's grasp happened to be in a blind spot, so he couldn't catch it no matter what.

"You still want to bite me, and I will pull out your claws later." Jiang Han's immature face threatened fiercely.

Wen Yan flinched, Jiang Han stared: "I won't pull you out, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Yan stuck out his tongue: "It must hurt..."

Jiang Han rolled his eyes: "Catch it for fun, and don't keep it."

Wen Yan said "Oh" slowly, praised and admired: "Brother Jiang Han, you are so amazing."

Receiving the admiring gazes from his peers, Jiang Han immediately cocked his tail in his heart: "That's right, I'm a good catcher in the town. There's nothing on this mountain that I can't catch."

Wen Yan's eyes sparkled with little stars, and he has completely become Jiang Han's fanboy.

Jiang Han and his brothers hugged Wen Yan's shoulders nicely: "I'll take you to catch it next time, it will be fun."

"What are you grabbing! Jiang Han, you dirty my clothes again!"

A familiar voice came, and Zhou Yu came in from the outside with dinner, shouting loudly.

Jiang Han didn't care, and said carelessly: "Take my brother to catch crabs, he has never played before."

Zhou Yu came over to grab Jiang Han's ear, but Jiang Han dodged it with a skillful stride: "We are here to play with crabs. He has never played before, so he will definitely like it."

"Don't dirty your brother if you get dirty yourself. You have to change your clothes three times a day."

Zhou Yu was so angry that he took out a chicken wool blanket to beat someone up.

Wen Yan rolled his black eyes, and quickly ran over to hold Zhou Yu's hand and said, "Grandma, I'm the one who wants to play. Don't blame Brother Jiang Han, don't hit him."

The phrase "grandmother" caught Zhou Yu's heart, and he liked it very much: "Xiaoyan, if my brother doesn't learn well, don't learn from him. Ask him to take you to play other things."

Although Wen Yan is young, he is smart: "Then I won't play anymore, and I will watch the crabs my brother catches."

Satisfied, Zhou Yu stroked Wen Yan's head caressingly: "Xiaoyan, mom has something to do today and won't be back until tomorrow. Sleep at grandma's house today, okay?"

Wen Yan felt lost and sad in his heart, but he endured it and nodded obediently: "Okay, then I will trouble grandma."

Being polite and sensible makes people feel distressed, Zhou Yu sighed: "Xiaoyan, play with my brother in the future. If he dares to bully you, tell grandma, grandma will help you decide."

Wen Yan was held in Zhou Yu's arms and said, "Brother Jiang Han is very kind to me, he didn't bully me."

Zhou Yu naturally knew Jiang Han's virtues, and after such a comparison, he liked this child even more.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw his "Nizi" was about to slip out the door.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu immediately regained his anger and shouted, "Where are we going when it's getting dark! Xiaoyan will sleep at our house tonight, you can play more with your brother."

Jiang Han took back half of his foot from the courtyard door, with an unhappy expression on his face: "I've been playing with him all afternoon, and it's impossible for me to play with him all day."

It's fine for him to play with Wen Yan, but he can't be with him all the time.

Children from the city are very delicate in everything.

"You still talk back. It's just one night, and it didn't waste much of your time. Do you still want a game console?"

Game consoles are Jiang Han's lifeline. After all, he is a child. The able-bodied Jiang Xiaobawang turned around and poured all his anger on the crab.

Turn and turn with one foot of the crab.

Seeing Jiang Han came back, Zhou Yu went to make dinner with peace of mind.

With a slap, the crab's legs broke, and the unrestrained crab crawled quickly on the ground, trying to escape from the "magic claws", but was thrown into the pool by Jiang Han.

Small splashes splashed onto Wen Yan's ankles, and the water in the pool was a bit cool after sunset.

Wen Yan wanted to talk to Jiang Han but didn't dare, and looked at Jiang Han silently.

In fact, Jiang Han has a very temper, and any unhappiness will be clearly written on his face, with "I am not happy now" written all over his face, please don't mess with me.

Jiang Han kicked the tree angrily, then picked a cucumber from the yard and bit it into his mouth as if venting his anger.

Children at this age can't hide their emotions yet, Jiang Han grew up lawless.

The corner of the clothes was pulled, and Wen Yan shook his little hand carefully, flattering and obedient: "Brother Jiang Han, don't be angry, okay, if you don't want to play with me, then I won't come to you next time."

Always consider other people's feelings first.

Jiang Han really likes Wen Yan, who is calm and quiet, and he also likes to play with Wen Yan.

But Wen Yan is too squeamish, and Wen Yan is not suitable for children who can play in the compound.Or he didn't know if he could take Wen Yan to play, and Zhou Yu treasured him so much.

So he wanted to say, I can take you to play, but you can't tell the adults.

But before he could say anything, he saw several large bites on Wen Yan's hands.

The red ball fell on the white and tender arm, which looked particularly eye-catching.

I have it on my face too, with a swollen eyelid that looks a little funny.

Jiang Han couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh, his stomach hurts from laughing.

Wen Yan didn't understand what Jiang Han was laughing at, but seeing Jiang Han happy, he was also happy, and tentatively said, "Brother Jiang Han, you...are you not angry?"

Scratching your arms while talking.

Jiang Han clutched his stomach, and looked like he was about to laugh: "Hey, don't scratch... You are just trying to attract mosquitoes, you have been bitten into a ball."

Wen Yan was a little aggrieved, and touched the mosquito bags on his eyelids with his hand: "...I didn't even see any mosquitoes."

Bitten somehow.

When Zhou Yu heard the movement, she poked her head out of the kitchen and asked what was wrong.

Jiang Han replied across the air: "I was bitten by a mosquito."

"Then come in quickly, there are many mosquitoes in summer, take Xiaoyan and apply some ointment..."

Zhou Yu yelled while cooking.

Jiang Han took out the ointment and applied it on Wen Yan's hands and feet, but he didn't dare to apply it on the eyelid for fear of getting it in his eyes.

Wen Yan always wanted to grab it with his hands, but Jiang Han stopped him.

"The itching will stop after a while, don't scratch yet."

Wen Yan was really relentless and listened to Jiang Han very much.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Gao came back with a rice field eel in his hand.

Caught in the field, very fat.

Wen Yan hid behind Jiang Han, weakly said: "What a big snake..."

Jiang Han's smile that just stopped came up again, and he pinched Wen Yan's cheek with both hands: "Why are you so cute?"

Wen Yan's face was deformed by pinching, and his voice was muffled: "Doesn't it bite?"

Jiang Han couldn't put it down, and changed to kneading again, his lips were squeezed so fleshy: "That's an eel, not a snake, you haven't seen it before."

Wen Yan had never seen it before, so he couldn't help but look there curiously.

Jiang Gao skillfully hung the eel on the shelf, took a knife and was about to dissect it.

Wen Yan was so frightened that he turned around and covered his eyes.

"Jiang Han, don't bully others."

Jiang Han laughed happily: "I didn't bully him, just played with him."

The method is very clean and neat, and the rice field eel is already in the pot after 1 minute.

"We'll have to wait a while for the meal, you guys play first, and eat snacks to fill your belly when you're hungry..."

Zhou Yu shouted from the kitchen.

There are some toys, tanks and knights on the table in the living room.

The two were playing a siege game, with their two little heads together, very focused and serious.

"The yellow one is the captain, it can eat three soldiers."

"Wow, I have three yellow ones..."

"Tanks can only go straight and cannot turn."

"Then can my little soldier sit on the tank..."

The lighting in the living room was warm and yellow, and it looked very warm and quiet. When Zhou Yu walked in, he saw such a warm scene, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

This is better than digging out birds and going into the water, and many clothes were torn.

"It's time to eat, kids."

Jiang Han took a plane and chirped Wen Yan's forehead: "You have been poisoned by me, and you will die soon."

Wen Yan fell down cooperatively: "I'm 'dead'."

Zhou Yu smiled and motioned Jiang Gao to watch.

Jiang Gao glanced indifferently, and said to the two of them, "Wash your hands and eat."

At the dinner table, the two children were still discussing the game just now, and Jiang Gao stopped him.

Zhou Yu put a piece of rice field eel into the bowl of two people: "It is very nutritious, eat more to grow taller."

Jiang Han picked up his chopsticks and ate it.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, seeing Jiang Han eat it, he hesitated to put it in his mouth.

After the meal, Zhou Yu wanted to give Wen Yan a bath, but Wen Yan was embarrassed and refused.

From the time he turned five, Wen Yan took a bath by himself.

"Jiang Han, then take your younger brother to take a bath." Zhou Yu instructed, "Put on your clothes first, and sleep with younger brother at night."

"Okay, Xiao Twelve will be washing after I finish feeding." Jiang Han agreed this time very straightforwardly, and the friendship between the children is very easy to build, and the two of them got acquainted after playing for a night.

Zhou Yu went to dance in the square at night, and Jiang Gao still went to play chess.

Jiang Han and Wen Yan moved the game in the living room to the attic, and started playing non-stop.

There are many ways to play Jiang Hanhui, and there are many types.

Wen Yan was a quick learner, and he almost memorized what Jiang Han taught him.

After playing until nine o'clock, the two took a bath.

Jiang Han found his own clothes for Wen Yan, and the two children went into the bathroom together.

After taking off their clothes, the two wiped each other's backs.

When Jiang Han wiped Wen Yan's back, Wen Yan was playing with bubbles. He picked up a ball of foam, put it near his mouth and blew it, and the bubbles scattered in all directions.

Wen Yan had a great time playing, Jiang Han couldn't help asking: "Is it so fun?"

Wen Yan nodded: "I used to always play with bubbles in the shower."

Because he was always at home alone, Wen Yan learned to entertain himself and talk to himself by himself, and he could often immerse himself in it for a long time.

After taking a shower, the two of them slipped out naked.

Jiang Han didn't know what he saw, so he laughed again.

Wen Yan couldn't understand what Jiang Han was always laughing at today, but his intuition was that he was laughing at him again, and his face turned red: "Brother Jiang Han, what are you laughing at?"

Jiang Han walked around behind Wen Yan, laughed and said, "You...you, you also have a mosquito bag on the tip of your butt, it's still symmetrical hahahaha..."

Jiang Han laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe, and spoke a sentence intermittently.

Wen Yan's face flushed instantly, ashamed and anxious, he pulled off his clothes and put them on, but because of the urgency of his movements, he couldn't put them on anyway, and his face immediately turned even redder.

Almost shyly said: "Hey...don't laugh..."

Jiang Han was still smiling, and stretched out his hand to cover the quilt that Wen Yan was about to cover his body: "Don't cover it up... It's so big, don't you feel it? I'll rub some medicine for you."

Wen Yan had been bitten more than a dozen times, and he couldn't tell where it was itching for a long time.

He could only blushing and ask Jiang Han to rub the medicine on him.

Jiang Han put some prickly heat powder on Wen Yan's back.

The children from the city are squeamish, and the weather in the countryside is hot, so they get prickly heat all over their bodies when they don't go out much.

After the medicine and prickly heat were wiped off, Wen Yan turned around and said "thank you" seriously.

The face will no longer be red, but the bags on the eyelids are still there.

The temperature is not very hot at night, the air conditioner is turned off, and the wind is a bit cool.

The two were about to go to bed when Zhou Yu came knocking on the door: "Xiaoyan, just now your mother called to say that you have prickly heat on your back. Grandma came in and rubbed some medicine on you, okay?"

Jiang Han covered Wen Yan with the quilt, and replied, "I've already wiped it for him."

There was silence outside the door for a while: "Well, go to bed early."

The footsteps went away.

Jiang Han turned off the light and climbed into bed, the skylight was open, the stars are very bright tonight.

Wen Yan was a little curious again: "Wow, Brother Jiang Han, you can still watch the stars at night at your house."

Jiang Han doesn't have much interest in stargazing, the skylight already exists.

"What's the matter, you can see it from the window."

Wen Yan leaned towards Jiang Han, staring at the night sky without blinking: "You can watch it while lying down here."

Jiang Han didn't understand what there was to see in the night sky, but seeing that Wen Yan was so interested, he started to look at it too.

There is a kind of tranquility in the night in the country, the croaking of cicadas and frogs form a melodious interweave, the moonlight illuminates the yard, and the wind blows the leaves.

Two small children fell asleep under the stars.

Jiang Han didn't take a nap during the day, and he felt drowsy as soon as he got on the bed. In a daze, he felt that Wen Yan carefully placed his hand on his stomach, and he burrowed into his arms.

"Don't make trouble..."

Jiang Han itched and pulled it back, but Wen Yan put it back again.

Jiang Han fell asleep, Wen Yan opened his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his lips, and whispered "Brother Jiang Han".