After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

The two young men walked quickly to Han's house.

As Han Song expected, Aunt Han had already fallen asleep, and the whole house was extremely quiet.The custom is not to turn off the lights at thirty nights, and an oil lamp is lit in every house and hall.

As soon as the wind blows, the fire flickers.

"It's cold outside, let's sit inside." Han Song led Dong Chuanlin into the room.As soon as I entered the door, I saw tea and fruits for guests on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Dong Chuanlin sneered inwardly, and tilted his head to look at him.

Han Song rubbed his nose guilty, "My mother prepared it. I told her that you would come tonight."

Dong Chuanlin smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, pinched a dried red bayberry and threw it into his mouth and said vaguely: "I didn't ask you, what did you explain?"

"..." Han Song picked up the teapot, "You sit and eat the fruit first, and I'll get a pot of hot water."

"Don't worry about it, let's rest." Dong Chuanlin stretched out his hand to stop him, "Haven't you had enough tea at my house? You still want to sleep in the hut at night."

Han Song's movements stagnated. Indeed, he had drunk enough at Dong's house. He put down the teapot, "Tell me if you're thirsty."

"Understood. It's not a three-year-old child." Dong Chuanlin spat out the fruit core in his mouth, kept the biting cold wind out of the wooden door, and the room gradually warmed up.

Han Song went to Dong's house after a full meal, and drank tea and fruit at Dong's house, and now his stomach was so full that he couldn't eat anything.He sat quietly watching Dong Chuanlin throwing various fruits into his mouth one after another.

Han Song was a little shocked, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you have enough for dinner?"

"I'm full." Dong Chuanlin didn't lift his eyes, and chewed non-stop, "I'm a little dizzy from the alcohol, but I can stay awake after eating."

"You're not going to be crazy about drinking at my house, are you?" Han Song teased, "Before you play, let me know so that I can close the doors and windows tightly, and don't disturb my mother's sleep."

Dong Chuanlin raised his head and rolled his eyes at him, "Don't worry, it's useless for you to lock everything up if I'm drunk and crazy." Those who should be tossed and should not be tossed will suffer, and they will not stop until the world is turned upside down.

Seeing that he was about to finish half of the plate of dried bayberries, Han Song couldn't help but move the fruit plate to the side, away from his sight.

"Huh?" Dong Chuanlin frowned, "Isn't it, I'm so stingy, I won't let you eat a few dried red bayberries for the New Year's Eve."

Han Song asked, "Am I stingy or do you eat too much?" I used to eat salted peanuts too, and I didn't stop eating until the plate was bottomed out, and my stomach couldn't stand such a toss.

"You're stingy." Dong Chuanlin patted his palms. The sticky feeling of dried red bayberry left on his fingertips was very uncomfortable. He jumped off the stool and ran to the yard to wash his hands.

As soon as the closed door was opened, the cold wind blew straight.

Dong Chuanlin quickly went out and quickly closed the door, after washing his hands, he quickly opened the door and came in and closed it again.The movements were smooth and smooth, and there was no chance for the cold wind to enter the house.

Back at the table, the originally empty teacup was filled with hot water, with wisps of water mist floating.

Dong Chuanlin held the teacup to warm his hands, took a few breaths and drank the water in the cup.I didn't feel it when I was eating, but I felt sore in my mouth when I stopped.After drinking two glasses of water, he felt refreshed.

The two chatted nonchalantly without saying a word.

Han Song asked, "When will you go back?"

"The tenth day of the lunar new year." Dong Chuanlin's eyelids were a little heavy, and he was desperately drooping. He rubbed his eyes and said, "It may be postponed earlier, depending on the weather." It is not practical to travel in heavy rain.

Han Song secretly counted the days, and there were ten days left, and after subtracting the time lost by visiting relatives, there were not a few days left.

The person sitting across from him had his head tilted to one side and his eyelids were wrinkled.Han Song gently pushed him, "Don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold."

"Don't be noisy!" The person who fell into sleep had no good temper, and after muttering something, he put his hands together on the pillow and fell asleep. "Let me squint for a while..."

Han Song smiled and shook his head, holding his cane in his hands, and just took a step when his feet hit the ground, the sleeping person woke up with a start.

"What are you doing?" Dong Chuanlin's eyes were sleepy, "I'm limping and you're still wandering around, just sit!." After getting drunk, his temper became violent, and he spoke fiercely.

"I want to help you into the house to have a rest." Han Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stood still and didn't know whether to move forward or back.

Dong Chuanlin's eyes were fighting, and his mouth was merciless, "Help me? Pull me down, don't both of us fall to pieces." He slid off the stool, narrowed his eyes, and walked up to Han Song to hold his strong arm. "Where to rest, you lead the way."

In fact, it turns out that drunk people are weaker than crippled people.As soon as he took a step, Dong Chuanlin felt that he was holding a heavy iron, and his shoulders hurt.

The pain dispelled some drowsiness, Dong Chuanlin fought against the discomfort and moved forward.When he got to the room and crossed the threshold, he couldn't bear it any longer, and his waist gave way and he almost threw the person next to him out.

Han Song reacted immediately, leaning on the crutch with one hand and straightened up, while the other hand tightly hugged Dong Chuanlin's waist.

The body of the person in his arms was already slender and delicate, but his whole body was soft from the alcohol.Movements were flustered, Dong Chuanlin's coat was wrinkled and shrunk upwards, his broad palms were only separated from his waist by a thin inner coat.

Han Song could clearly feel the warmth coming from the skin through the underwear. The warmth made people nostalgic, and he couldn't bear to let go.

Dong Chuanlin was really drunk, he couldn't control his hands and feet, and let Han Song lead him forward.

Han Song held a cane in one hand and held the limp young man in the other. His steps were slow but steady.As soon as Dong Chuanlin was put on the bed, he kicked off his shoes neatly, and crawled inside with the quilt in his arms.

It's very flexible right now.

Han Song sat down on the head of the bed slowly, and beat his thigh a few times with his hands. The situation was too severe just now, and his uninjured leg felt a little sore.

Leaning his head on the beam of the bed, Han Song tilted his head to look at the sleeping boy, and listening to his light breathing, he felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

For a moment, Han Song couldn't tell where this sense of comfort came from, but he felt inexplicably refreshed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

……

Dong Chuanlin didn't know how long he had slept, but when he woke up he was the only one in the room.He sat up with the quilt in his arms, his coat was neatly folded on one side, and the door was closed tightly.

He called out tentatively.

"Brother Song?"

After a while, Han Song pushed open the door with a glass of water in his hand.

Dong Chuanlin hurriedly got up to meet him, he didn't even bother to put on his coat.He took the water glass and closed the door again.

Han Song frowned when he saw his appearance, and said angrily, "I'm not afraid of freezing to death. After drinking the water, go get dressed."

"Oh", Dong Chuanlin drank the water obediently, skipped the clothes and got back under the bed after drinking the water.He said with a hippie smile: "I'll put on my clothes when I get home. I'll sleep in the bed for a while to warm up."

"what ever."

Han Song added oil to the lamp, and the small flame suddenly rose up, making the room a little brighter.

"How long have I been asleep?" Dong Chuanlin asked him without lying down, poking his head out of the quilt.

"Not long after, I heard you calling me just as I finished clearing the table." Han Song came over and patted the quilt to signal him to sit down.

Dong Chuanlin immediately moved inside with the quilt, and pointed his chin to the empty space, "Sit down, don't keep standing."

After Han Song put down his crutches and sat down, Dong Chuanlin said again: "Put your legs up and cover yourself with a quilt so you won't catch cold."

Dong Chuanlin blinked and stared at him, showing the most sincere smile, holding the quilt eager to try, and divided the quilt into half for him as soon as his feet were put on it.

Han Song smiled softly, "No need. I'm not cold." Glancing at him, he said, "Don't sit still, the wind will enter your back."

Dong Chuanlin lay down, tightly rolled up the quilt and looked at him sideways.

"What if I fall asleep again?"

Han Song said: "Sleep, I'll call you when the time comes soon."

"Aren't you sleepy?" Dong Chuanlin moved towards his position, and stopped until his arm touched his leg.Seeing Han Song shaking his head, he asked again: "When do you usually go to sleep, you are not sleepy at this point."

In ancient times, the night life was monotonous, and every family went to bed early. Usually, the village was dark at this point, and Dong Chuanlin fell asleep early.

Han Song leaned against the beam of the bed and looked ahead, "It may be sooner or later, I'm not sure."

"It's better to go to bed earlier, it's not so easy to get old." Dong Chuanlin sighed: "Sometimes I think about it, the ancient times are not bad. Although there is no mobile phone or computer to play, everyone is more kind and close, and I feel comfortable just sitting and chatting." As soon as he finished speaking, he added, "Just like we are now, how nice it is to be simple."

"You are forced to accept it." Han Song turned over the old account, "I didn't know who was nagging in my ear every day, saying that staying here is very boring."

Dong Chuanlin didn't expect that he could still remember such a long time, "That was the colorful life before my time travel, and I must not be used to it when I came here suddenly."

Just imagine, from the busy and fast-paced colorful life in the city to suddenly turning into a boring life day after day, no one can stand it.

There was some truth in what he said, Han Song didn't continue to contradict him, he pondered for a moment and asked, "What... was your name before."

"Yanyan." Dong Chuanlin looked up at him with interest, "You should know, right? I was an actor before, and I have acted in several movies and TV series."

Han Song recalled, and instantly found the trace of "Yanyan" in Luohui's memory.

The two had never met, but they were no strangers to Han Song in his memory.Yan Yan is too famous, saying that he has only made a few movies and TV series is too modest.

At that time, there were no advertisements for him in the streets and alleys, or on the TV lights.Any old lady on the street can call out his name accurately.

In the mind of Han Song, a person who never chases stars, he can also clearly recall his face.

"Have you remembered?" Dong Chuanlin looked at him with bright eyes.

"Yeah." Han Song nodded, "How can a big star not remember."

"No way." Dong Chuanlin chuckled in his heart, "It's just that he has made a few movies that are relatively popular, and the rest are just small troubles."

Han Song laughed, letting him demean himself.

Dong Chuanlin beamed with joy, tilted his head to look at him, "What about you? You haven't said your name yet."

He is very curious about the past of the people around him. He wants to know what kind of living environment created such...ordinary and hard-to-look people.

"I..." Han Song seemed to be lost in memory and remained silent for a long time. "I'm just an ordinary person, and you won't know who it is if you tell me."

How could Dong Chuanlin give up on this, and asked: "If you say it, you will know it. Say it quickly! I told you everything, but you still want to hold it back."

Han Song laughed twice, unmoved, "I'll tell you next time, just keep it in suspense."

"No." Dong Chuanlin crawled out of bed and sat down.

"It's almost time, go home." Han Song took his crutches and stood up.Seeing the person on the bed with his mouth pursed and his face cold, looking unhappy, Han Song couldn't help laughing again. "I won't lie to you, I will tell you next time."

"Why can't we say it now?"

"Always give me time to think about it." Han Song threw the clothes to him, "I'm no better than you, I can remember everything in a short time. I've been here for too long, and I almost forgot all the past. gone."

"Okay." Dong Chuanlin curled his lips and compromised, taking the identity of others for too long, and he would indeed forget the long-standing memories.He put on his clothes, and after getting out of bed, he said harshly on purpose: "You don't want to talk about it next time, be careful I'll scratch you to death!"

Han Song nodded with a smile and sent him out.

Walking to the gate, Dong Chuanlin said: "Let's send it here, the night is very humid, don't keep wandering around."

Han Song responded, watched his figure disappear into the darkness before retracting his eyes, closed the door and went back to the room.

The quilt was a mess, Han Song lifted the quilt and spread it out, touching the warm bed with the back of his hand, he paused, and reached up with his hand.

It's good to be young, with fresh blood, and after lying down for a while, the whole bed is full of warmth.