The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

Wen Yan caressed the scar on Jiang Han's waist: "Does it hurt?"

The question is when bitten.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan: "But it hurts Yan Yan, it hurts so much that I can't feel it."

In fact, it was very lucky. Fortunately, the wolf dog was not hungry at that time, but was simply irritated by the sound of firecrackers and attacked people, and did not want to hurt people.

Survive a catastrophe and get a life back.

Wen Yan also touched Jiang Han's scar last night, but Jiang Han didn't pay attention to it at that time.

Thinking back now, Wen Yan has recovered his memory at some point, in the years that Jiang Han didn't know.

He pressed down on the person and kissed Wen Yan's earlobe: "When did I remember, um..."

Wen Yan couldn't bear Jiang Han's teasing: "A long time ago..."

"how long?"

Wen Yan stopped talking.

Jiang Han got up, changed direction, hugged Wen Yan face to face, and rubbed Wen Yan's forehead affectionately.

"Yanyan, what else is there to hide from me, huh?"

Wen Yan put his hands on Jiang Han's shoulders, and there were hickey marks on his exposed thin wrists, as well as on his neck: "Brother Han..."

"Ok?"

Wen Yan said nothing.

"Don't want to tell me?"

"……Um."

"Why don't you want to tell me?"

Because there are many things that have been hidden from you, Wen Yan replied in his heart.

I liked you very early on, deliberately approached you, seduced you, and made you give up on me.

circle you.

In fact, Wen Yan was quite domineering, he only allowed Jiang Han's gaze to rest on him alone.

He knew that Jiang Han had a desire for him, so with a slight hook, Jiang Han was fooled.

Wen Yan felt a lot of affection.

Jiang Han hurt him to the core.

"Jiang Han."

"Ah."

"Jiang Han."

"I'm here."

"Brother Han..."

Jiang Han laughed: "Yanyan, you are acting like a baby with me."

Wen Yan took the initiative to hug Jiang Han, smelling his breath, Jiang Han rubbed Wen Yan's cheek: "Have you brushed your teeth, are you hungry?"

Wen Yan touched the jade around his neck: "Is it safe?"

"Well, here you are."

Wen Yan touched it for a while.

Jiang Han leaned into Wen Yan's ear: "Baby...you are safe all year round."

Wen Yan hung his eyes on Jiang Han's collar: "Brother Han..."

"I am here."

Wen Yan called Jiang Han's name many times today, like confirmation, and like attachment, Jiang Han would give a response every time.

Gives you a sense of security.

"Brush your teeth first, and have breakfast later."

"I want to eat mochi."

"it is good."

When he came down, Wen Yan had already covered himself tightly.

The high fur collar shows a little trace.

It was past ten o'clock after breakfast, and the sun was shining in the yard.

Jiang Han moved out the bamboo chair to bask in the sun, and there was a pile of Wen Yan's favorite snacks on the table.

Fearing that he would be bored, I took a few extra-curricular books.

At night, Jiang Han lay on the bed with Wen Yan in his arms: "Yanyan, wait for me."

Wen Yan understood: "Do you regret it?"

Take this path.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan tightly, trying to convey warmth and safety: "Yanyan, I like you, don't feel guilty."

"Yanyan, you are so good, I am lucky to have you."

Yan Yan, you are so good, thank you for liking me.

Wen Yan looked at Jiang Han's face with calm and tender eyes: "Brother Han, don't hide it from me, I want to face it with you."

Because I have walked it, I know what kind of road it will be.

Because I have weathered the wind and rain, I want to hold an umbrella.

They both want to share for each other.

Jiang Han looked deeply at Wen Yan, there was firmness, faith, and a kind of courage called indestructible.

"Yanyan, one day, we will be under the sun and snow."

Sunshine and Bai Xue are destined not to coexist, but he wants to create a prosperous world for Wen Yan.

One day, they will stand under the sun and snow.

One day, he will announce it to the whole world.

The sky and the earth are the witnesses, and the sun and the moon are the signs.

With blessings from all.

Wen Yan felt the slight trembling of his heart.

It was for Jiang Han.

"Yanyan," Jiang Han placed a light kiss on Wen Yan's forehead, cherishing it, "One day..."

With all the courage of the world.

After the Chinese New Year, the holidays go by very quickly.

School is about to start in a blink of an eye, and it's the day of parting.

Jiang Gao was not around that day, so Zhou Yu packed a lot of food for the two of them.

The box is heavy and cannot be bought outside, full of heart.

After staying for a month, the two were also a little bit reluctant, and hugged Zhou Yu.

When they parted, Zhou Yu's eyes were a little red: "In the future, I will come here often when I have nothing to do. The city life is fast-paced, and if things don't go my way, I will come to grandma's place to stay."

Wen Yan's heart is also heavy. Zhou Yu treats him very well and treats him like a family member.

"Grandma, take care."

"Take care," Zhou Yu waved his hand, unwilling to look any further, "Call me when you get home."

"I'm going to say goodbye to Lao Gao."

"You don't have to go, Xiaoyan can go and say goodbye..."

Having said that, the two still went.

Jiang Gao loves fishing and spends most of his time by the reservoir.

Unlike Jiang Yong's fake literature and art, Jiang Gao is really in a state of concentration.

In parting the atmosphere, Jiang Han tried his best to stir up a happy atmosphere, but after leaving, the days of seeing each other will only become fewer and fewer in the future.

See one side, less side.

"Old Gao, your waist is bad. From now on, cut less firewood and fish more."

"Grandpa, I will see you again in the future."

"It's enough to live to such an old age, you don't need to worry about it."

The old man has seen a lot, and he can see it.

In short, the children and grandchildren are free and the children and grandchildren are blessed. He has lived enough and has a chic life.

Before leaving, Jiang Gao dismissed Jiang Han.

Knowing that Jiang Gao had something to say to Wen Yan, Jiang Han tactfully walked away.

Jiang Gao's gaze has a kind of calmness independent of the years, which is the indifference after seeing through the world of mortals.

Jiang Gao didn't look at Wen Yan, but patted the grass and said "sit".

With a loud noise, Wen Yan sat down.

"Is there anyone else at home?"

"……Have."

"Not dear."

"Half father..."

The hook was pulled, and there was a faint sound of wind in the distance. Jiang Gao didn't speak for a long time.The surface of the river is heavy with mist, the mountains and rivers are surrounded by mist, and the sky is endless without end.

Wen Yan saw the old man's cloudy eyes, cloudy but clear.

"Jiang Han's father is a jerk, if he gets angry with you in the future, he will come to grandpa."

Wen Yan's nose suddenly turned sore: "Grandpa, you know..."

"You call me grandpa, and I treat you as my own grandson."

The old man drew the net neatly, and a fish leaped out of the water: "I'm old and useless, try to live until your time."

Wen Yan felt uncomfortable: "Grandpa..."

Jiang Gao waved his hand gracefully, and the wind blew the old man's white hair and wrinkles from the vicissitudes of life.

"Let's go... your life has just begun."

The old man closed his eyes, unwilling to say any more.

Wen Yan stood up, bowed deeply, and the red rope pendant slid out: "Grandpa... Take care."

After the person left, Jiang Gao opened his eyes with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Little bastard, you're quick to strike..."

Jiang Han was waiting for Wen Yan at the intersection, and when he saw Wen Yan coming, he stretched out his arms and hugged him without saying a word: "It's not sad, I'll come back later."

Wen Yan buried his head in Jiang Han's arms, and his muffled voice came: "Brother Han, let's come here more often to see in the future."

Jiang Han stroked Wen Yan's head, and softly comforted him: "Okay, come more later."

It was nervous and novel when it came, and it seemed like a lifetime away when it went.

Along the way, Wen Yan was not very interested, and he ate very little.

Wen Yan's mind is very delicate and sensitive, easily affected by emotions.

Jiang Han understood him, so he didn't need to comfort him, he just stayed by Wen Yan's side to accompany him.

Wen Yan regards this as his home, that's why he's so sad.

The best time is spent here.

When he got home at night, he didn't have time to put away his things, so Jiang Han went to Wen Yan's house.

After ringing the doorbell, the door was opened, Wen Yan was still in a low mood.

Jiang Han hugged him: "I didn't eat anything in the afternoon, can I buy you some porridge?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "Not hungry."

Jiang Han patted Wen Yan's back lightly, and coaxed softly, "Baby, would you like to eat something, I'll be worried."

Apart from the reasons for parting, familiar places are always reminiscent of others.

In Qinghua Town, there are memories of Jiang Han and Wen Yu, and Wen Yan thinks of Wen Yu.

Coupled with the reason of motion sickness when he came here, Wen Yan ate very little on the way.

In the end, I still bought a bowl of porridge, Wen Yan stopped after eating half a bowl, and Jiang Han fed some more.

When Jiang Han came out of the shower, he saw Wen Yan sorting out his old things.

The certificates and photos are well preserved.

There is a photo of Wen Yan and Wen Yu, under the plane tree, on the tree-lined path, Wen Yu is hugging three-year-old Wen Yan, facing the camera, smiling gently.

Jiang Han often thought that if Wen Yu had never left, then Wen Yan would also be a happy person now.

At least in the ten years of his absence, he should be happy.

Jiang Han walked up and hugged the person: "Yanyan, you still have me."

Wen Yan looked down at Jiang Han holding his hand, and touched it lightly: "Don't worry, just tidy up."

Jiang Han rubbed Wen Yan's neck: "Call me if you need anything, I'll make a quilt."

……

The next day, when Jiang Han woke up, Wen Yan was still in a deep sleep, and he couldn't get tired of looking at his peaceful sleeping face.

He kissed Wen Yan's eyelashes, looked at Wen Yan's sleepy eyes contentedly for a while, and then got up and got out of bed.

In the afternoon, there was sunshine, and the flowers were well taken care of. Yang Qian would come to water them every other week.

Wen Yan lay leisurely on the hanging basket, flipping through novels.

The warm winter sun shone on Wen Yancibai's face, there was a sense of tranquility, and the fluff on his face was clearly visible.

After Jiang Han made the phone call, he explained why he didn't go home last night and why he didn't answer the phone. When he turned his head, he saw this scene.

Wen Yan fell asleep under the setting sun.

The thick eyelashes are curled, and the skin is so white in the sun that the tiny blood vessels of light blue can be seen clearly.

Jiang Han's heart felt dry and hot, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He walked over, squatted down, and gently held Wen Yan's ankle.

The sleeping person was startled, subconsciously retracted, and a piece of red rope hung on his thin ankle.

Wen Yan's toes are beautiful, pink and white, neatly trimmed, curled up slightly because of shock.

The touch was too obvious, Wen Yan opened his eyes, and looked at Jiang Han with still sleepy eyes: "What's wrong..."

Jiang Han put on the shoes for Wen Yan, and buttoned up a button of his shirt: "The weather is not good yet, it's cold in spring, and it's easy to catch cold."

Wen Yan looked at the slippers on his feet: "New?"

"Well, your original pair didn't keep you warm."

The sunset tonight is very beautiful, the afterglow of the setting sun is scattered into a beautiful scenery, connecting the sky, and the noisy city is shrouded in the quiet crimson sun.

Pedestrians have their own home, and all things also have their home.

Jiang Han used to be uninhibited, and always felt that these were not what he wanted. If he was asked what he wanted, he would not be able to answer.

But at this moment, holding the person he likes in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, enjoying the sunset with Wen Yan, he suddenly feels that there is nothing more beautiful than this in this world.

He wanted to go on like this with Wen Yan.

Live a lifetime in a steady stream.

"Yanyan, do you still remember the first time we met?"

"remember."

"After going back, I have been looking for you for a few days."

"……Um."

Jiang Han laughed softly, looked at the sunset with far-sighted eyes: "Yanyan, do you think this is fate, God let us be together."

Wen Yan also smiled: "But I did bother you at that time."

I didn't expect that there would be so many entanglements later. I don't know who started it first. People who are sympathetic to each other are always attracted to each other.

All said that fate is really a wonderful thing.

Jiang Han smiled lowly: "But I don't bother you, and you won't talk to me either."

At that time, there was a kind of ice in Wen Yan's body, everything seemed perfect, but there was a little less vitality inside, so it seemed that strangers should not get close.

And Jiang Han broke through this layer of ice.

Wen Yan turned his head to look at Jiang Han for a while, Jiang Han's lips curved into a smile: "Why, I'm overwhelmed by your boyfriend's handsome and heroic demeanor."

Jiang Han bit Wen Yan's chin lightly: "Call your husband to come and listen?"

Jiang Han wanted to bite again, but said softly, "That's not the first time I've seen you."

Not allowed to bite, Jiang Han kissed the back of Yan Yan's hand: "Well, Yan Yan, did you still see me before?"

Wen Yan couldn't take it out, so he left it to him: "When I first moved here, I was walking, and I met someone who confessed to you."

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, and kissed Wen Yan's cheek: "Yanyan, so you paid attention to me so early."

Jiang Han's words would always make Wen Yanhui blush, Wen Yan paused slightly, rarely feeling a little awkward: "No, you were holding a cigarette at that time... your hands are beautiful."

Jiang Han thought about it for a while, there were too many people who confessed to him, and this ordinary little fact didn't leave much impression.

"Hand control?"

Wen Yan didn't speak, his face was very red.

Jiang Han overwhelmed Wen Yan with a smile, and deliberately whispered in Wen Yan's ear: "Then did you feel it when I touched you before?"

Wen Yan turned to the beginning, he never answered these explicit questions, but every time he blushed.

"Yanyan," Jiang Han whispered into Wen Yan's ear, "When did you start liking me?"

Wen Yan was tickled by Jiang Han, and pushed him with a blushing face: "A long time ago..."

"how long?"

Wen Yan said nothing.

Jiang Han kissed him until he was about to run out of oxygen, then Jiang Han let him go: "Yanyan, did you cast a Gu on me?"

Otherwise, how could it arouse his desire so easily.

Sensing the upward trend, Wen Yan called out "Jiang Han".

Afraid that if he pushed it down again, it would catch fire, Jiang Han let go of Wen Yan.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan, his moist and beautiful eyes were full of things that tickled his heart: "Yanyan, you are really a goblin..."

Wen Yan took the initiative to hug Jiang Han, with a clear and flamboyant face: "Brother Han, I have liked you since a long time ago, but I won't tell you."

The word "love" is hard to say.

Maybe it's the snuggling on that rainy night, or maybe it's getting along day and night every day, which is sultry without knowing it.

In short, Wen Yan couldn't tell.

It's probably because I have a cleanliness freak, and every time you touch me, I don't resist.

Maybe it's too early...

It's like, what you say is my default.