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Looking in a certain direction, "There is a restaurant over there, the pot stickers are super delicious, affordable and delicious."

Cheng Qin knew which one Chu Yang was talking about. It was an old shop. When he was studying in Yanda University, Wen Wenze was not popular yet, and he often went there for dinner when he came to see him.

"I want something spicy," Cheng Qin said, "There's a Sichuan restaurant over there in Heyan'er. It's delicious. Can you eat it?"

"I'm fine," Chu Yang looked at his hands, "Can you?"

"Okay," Cheng Qinxian flicked his slightly disabled paw, "I'm hungry, it's okay after a meal, let's go?"

"Okay, I'm not picky eaters."

"It's easy to feed." Cheng Qin patted Chu Yang's head, opened the car door and said, "Your uncle can't do it. You don't eat anything that is too spicy, you don't eat anything that is too sweet, you don't eat anything that is too sour. You have to eat every day." Say it, calculate the calories, tsk, it's hard to serve."

"He is a star, so he has to pay attention to his diet." Chu Yang put his backpack on the back seat, and put on his seat belt with a smile, "You know it quite well."

Cheng Qin was right in the heart, and resentfully said: "Yes, I understand."

On the way, Chu Yang took a peek at Cheng Qin and said casually, "Uncle Cheng, my uncle is actually like you."

"What kind of person?" Cheng Qin turned around and said generously, "It's just that they have different sexual orientations. What's the problem?"

"I don't mean anything else." Chu Yang said, scratching his hair, and said hesitantly: "I'm just, just, curious."

Cheng Qin was taken aback, "What's so curious about this is that they are in love, but they are all men. Your uncle's current... lover is my brother."

"Ah? Isn't it?" Chu Yang asked with wide-eyed eyes, "Isn't that... a coincidence?"

Cheng Qin said nothing, he hoped it was fake.

"I have never met my father, and I always regarded my uncle as my father. Then he left, and I asked my mother, where did my uncle go? My mother kept crying without saying anything. I didn't know the reason at the time. Then I When I grew up, I asked my uncle to find out the reason. He came out to the family and left," Chu Yang recalled, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he muttered to himself, "I didn't think it was Brother Cheng."

Regarding the news that Chu Yang didn't have a father, Cheng Qin looked at the child, and suddenly didn't know how to comfort him, or what tone to answer, and finally interrupted: "You can really do it, call me uncle, call my brother big brother, You are ranked by your generation, tsk, I am that old."

Chu Yang giggled, with a shy expression, "Although they look the same, I think Uncle Cheng is better-looking, but..." Chu Yang scratched his head and searched for words, "How should I put it, that is, you have more flavor than your brother."

There are many people who praise Cheng Qin for his good looks, but he never takes it seriously. One is that he does not belittle himself, and the other is that he is suspected of being flattering, but the child said it, as if he had snatched Xiong Er's honey in his heart, and he was flattered.

Cheng Qin said, "How much candy do you eat today?"

"Ah?" Chu Yang was taken aback, "I didn't eat it, I don't like sweets very much."

Cheng Qin shook his head with a smile, as expected, he took it seriously and had no sense of humor.

Cheng Qin, the manager of the house, always came. Even though it was just the two of them, the boss arranged a small private room for him.

Four dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, Cheng Qin couldn't hold half of a bowl of rice, but Chu Yang's two bowls of rice were all dry.

Chu Yang's hot lips were red, as if someone had kissed her red, and he stuck out his tongue and kept shouting hot.

Cheng Qin smiled, "Can I have another bowl of rice?"

"I'm full, don't eat."

Cheng Qin poured chrysanthemum tea and pushed it in front of Chu Yang, "Drink some water."

Chu Yang drank water obediently, put down his teacup and patted his face, "It's so hot, my face feels like it's burning."

"Seeing that you eat very well," Cheng Qin patted his forehead, "Let's go out and cool off."

Chu Yang walked in front, and when he was about to open the door, he realized that he didn't have a backpack, "Hey, I forgot my bag."

He turned around and threw himself into Cheng Qin's arms.

Chu Yang froze, and raised his head to meet Cheng Qin's tired eyes.

Cheng Qin forced Chu Yang back step by step, and followed the pressure to stick to the door panel.

Cheng Qin looked at the red lips and the wide-open deer eyes, and couldn't stop... agitation in his heart.

The eyes are too similar.

He remembered that one afternoon, two young people were very close to each other, their breaths were entangled, and the man's staring eyes, could it be that if he had been braver and done something at that time, would the ending be different now?

Cheng Qin looked into Chu Yang's eyes, pinched his chin, and his eyes fell on his lips.

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When Chu Yang's slightly parted lips were closed, Cheng Qin realized what he was doing.

Cheng Qin returned to his senses, looked into the shocked eyes of the other party, and said after a long time, "I'm sorry."

Chu Yang picked up his bag, found an excuse and ran out in a panic. Cheng Qin tidied up his clothes and left the restaurant.

The car was parked alone by the river, and the boy had long since disappeared.

Cheng Qin got into the car, thumped his forehead, and said belatedly, "Crazy, Cheng Qin."

There was still some problem with the heating at home, and it was deserted, so Cheng Qin went back to the old house and bought some snacks and fruits on the way.

Cheng Shuang gnawed at the apples, peeled off every bag, and said, "Second brother, you are so smart, all the things you buy are what you like to eat."

Cheng Ma walked towards the kitchen with a big bag and a small bag, and said, "Hmph, I'm too lazy to kill myself, it's true that I never treat my stomach badly."

Cheng Qin chuckled, he didn't bother to defend Ms. Wu's comments, they were all correct after all.

When Cheng Qin was a child, he raised a Samoyed named Yuan Bao. The dog was very intelligent. When Cheng Qin lay in bed, Yuan Bao would stretch out his front paws and gently scratch Cheng Qin's face. Come here, sometimes Cheng Qin would pat Yuan Bao's butt when he was tired of drawing, and Yuan Bao would come over with a small dried fish in his mouth.

Cheng's mother said that Cheng Qin was lazy like a cat, but he was fine with dogs.

Cheng Qin was dissatisfied for a while, but later he thought that he loves to eat fish, he is indeed the kind of master who can lie down and never sit, and can sit and never stand, and gradually got used to being called "lazy". .

Cheng's father and the old man went out for a walk, Cheng's mother made a fruit platter, and Cheng Shuang dog-legged a fruit fork to Cheng Qin, and showed him a naked and ingratiating smile.

Cheng Qin readily accepted, knowing that it was not a good thing for the girl to be appointed.

Cheng Shuang took Cheng Qin's arm, blinked and said, "Brother, do you want to try something new? Like cosplayer?"

Cheng Qin doesn't like to eat cut oranges. He likes to peel them with his bare hands and eat them petal by petal. He raised his eyes to see Cheng Shuang. Recently, this guy made it into a Two-dimensional again. He freed his hand to push Cheng Shuang's head away. , "Get tired of it!"

"Don't make trouble!" Cheng Shuang patted his arm, "Speaking seriously, I've found everything else, and the only thing missing is the protagonist. After thinking about it, girl, you are the most suitable."

"Don't go!"

Cheng Shuang said wronged: "You didn't even listen to me!"

Cheng Qin said: "Don't talk about meaningless things."

"What about "Shen Ding"? Is it meaningful to you?" Cheng Shuang said: "This is what you painted all the time at that time. I have seen it secretly. Don't think I don't know."

Cheng Qin wasn't surprised at all, because he didn't intend to hide it from his family. At that time, he wanted to do it as a career, but an accident happened later, so that the business had to stop.

Cheng Qin rubbed her head, not wanting her sister to mess with these messy things, and said earnestly, "I've stopped drawing a long time ago, girl, study hard, can you be normal."

"I know you don't draw anymore, your hand... is not good," Cheng Shuang opened his hand, thinking about how to say it, although everyone is relieved of the past, it does not mean that her brother is relieved of the "sequelae" No, she didn't want to make her brother sad.

"But it can't stop us from liking it."

Cheng Qin was stunned for a moment, seeing his sister's serious expression, he was immediately speechless, he was not willing to refuse this reason.

"Is the dusty character design inside based on your prototype?" Cheng Shuang looked it up and down, "Well, the queen of poisonous tongue suffers, and she's a little too cute."

Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows, "..."

Cheng Shuang continued: "Although you didn't say clearly that he and Lang Yu had feelings for each other, you handled many details very vaguely. You're a gay guy. You teased us through the veil. It's almost nosebleed."

Cheng Qin: "..."

"Lang Yu is the kind of coquettish, upright and pure-hearted, but in fact he is a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing. To Shang Chuchen's coquettish, coquettish, evil, wild and ghostly beast, I can imagine On his bed..." Cheng Shuang covered his face to hide his embarrassment, "Qi. Great job. Okay, I will definitely put Chuchen... ouch...what are you doing, let go!"

"I said, what are you thinking about?" Cheng Qin squeezed Cheng Shuang's face, and snorted, "Affirm what? Are you screaming? I'll make you scream first!!"

Cheng Shuang's tears were about to come out, and she hurriedly begged for mercy, "Brother, brother, second brother, Cheng Dachu, Cheng Dashen, damn it, Cheng Jiaohua, let me go!"

"Cheng Jiaohua?" Cheng Qin's face turned green, "Huh? Your second brother has always been aggressive, with an aggressive face..."

"What are you doing!" Mother Cheng rushed out halfway, and slapped Cheng Qin on the head, "I heard you two pinching here again from afar, why are you an older brother, Cheng Qin, and you have spent ten years of your life for nothing!" Bar."

"Mom, it's really pinching." Seeing Cheng Shuang, I feel pity, pointing to my face and complaining, "Look at me, I don't have the face to face people."

"When did you ever have a face, you should!" Cheng Ma wiped her hands with her apron, turned around and left, "I'm recently in menopause, please keep your voice down."

Cheng Qin: "..."

Cheng Shuang: "Baby baby."

Seeing that there were tears in Cheng Shuang's eyes, Cheng Qin couldn't help pushing her hand away, only to see that his sister's cheeks were flushed, and he coughed dryly, "I'm hitting hard."

Cheng Shuang glared at him, "Second brother is the most annoying."

Cheng Qin helped her rub it with a smile, but found that his hand was sticky, and said in disgust, "How much powder did you use?"

Cheng Shuang said angrily, "Are you sincere in your apology?"

Cheng Qin was wronged, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it."

Cheng Shuang shed tears, "Second brother always bullies people."

Cheng Qin nodded, "Okay, I was wrong."

Cheng Shuang pursed her mouth, tears poured down like rain, "Second brother won't help me."

"Okay, I'll help."

"The second brother cosplays!"

"Okay... not good!"

"Woooooooo..."

"...Okay, I promise you, I promise you, that's fine." Cheng Qin sighed, "Don't cry, auntie, Lafayette will hit me again when he comes later." My head is just right!

Cheng Shuang stopped sobbing in satisfaction, but secretly laughed inwardly.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

Cheng Qin lived in the old house, and he agreed to Cheng Shuang, so he naturally had to take care of it. That night, he began to draw the costume design draft according to Cheng Shuang's request.

His hands are too rough, he draws very slowly, he is not satisfied with a few strokes, he changes and changes, and the paper is torn and torn.

When Cheng Shuang passed by, he saw Cheng Qin's serious face, and when he gently closed the door, his heart was sour and distressed.

My brother said that he stopped painting, but he cared more about the characters in his paintings than anyone else.

Brother was born to eat this bowl of rice.

Thinking of this, he hated that official second generation to death, but thinking that these things were all caused by Cheng Tian, ​​he felt a little more complicated emotions in his heart, which finally turned into a sigh.

In the early hours of the morning, Cheng Qin spent the whole night designing the clothes of his youth according to the original design. From the big styles to the small buttons, he made notes by Yiyi, and he just had to find a suitable tailor to make the clothes.

Taking out his phone, Cheng Qin took a photo.

The screen is full of Weibo information. After Cheng Qin logged in, the latest one is that a netizen retweeted "Like you for a long time", that is, the Weibo of the painter who fried hairtail and @ him.

It read: Male God, Xiao Yu is not going well, please take care of me.

Cheng Qin clicked on the original post of "Like you for a long time", it was a passage.

——Because of some dazed things, I am distressed and curious, restless, in a bad mood, and don't want to draw.

Below is a picture, a Q version of Lang Yu's back squatting in the corner.

Cheng Qin smiled, hesitated for a moment, and uploaded the youth Chuchen he drew just now, with a postscript, "Xiaoyu, be happy." and @"I like you for a long time".

Cheng Qin stretched, ready to catch up on sleep, just lying down on the bed, "like you for a long time" sent him a private message.

——thank you, love you.

Cheng Qin thought about it, but didn't know how to reply, so he edited "Be Happy" and sent it over.

Quick reply over there.

——Male god, is that the character design of a young man from the world?So handsome, Mo Shangren is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world.

Cheng Qin yawned, his eyelids became heavier, and he made a smiley face, yes, the young people he just drew.

——[Surprise][Surprise] God, are you coming out of the arena again?

Cheng Qin's eyelids clenched and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

——Male god, are you gone?

——Are you running out of traffic?

——Male god, you follow me too, I have been following you for many years. 【tears】

——I like you, I'm already in a good mood [to finger] You ignore me.

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Early the next morning, because her son came back, Cheng's mother was in a sunny mood, humming a little song and preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Cheng Shuang, with her hair in her hair and a long pink lady's dress, strolled to the dining table with toast in her mouth and peeled eggs in her hands, interpreting the image of a loli below the head and a rough guy above the head.

Cheng Ma put the freshly fried octopus on the table, tapped Cheng Shuang with her chopsticks, "Have you washed your hands?"

Cheng Shuang rubbed his hands and stuck out his tongue, "How do you make so much breakfast? Did the brothers come back last night?"

"No, I'm filming in Tibet," Cheng Ma said, "Your second brother is back."

Cheng Shuang pouted, "When I'm at home, you can make do with it. As soon as the second child comes back, he eats and cuts meat in the morning. They say that my daughter is a little padded jacket. Why do you use me as a rag?"

"Okay, you, it's good to have a rag, not much better than a plastic bag?" Cheng Ma put the oatmeal porridge in front of each seat, and shouted to the old man who was doing Tai Chi in the yard: "Dad, eat gone."

Cheng Shuang rolled his eyes, and shouted upstairs in dissatisfaction: "Second Cheng, your mother is calling you to eat!"

A plate of fried octopus was almost wiped out by Cheng Qin, and the fish bones in front of the table could be stacked into a hill.

Cheng Mengtian picked some vegetables for Cheng Qin and asked, "Qin Zi, are you free on New Year's Day?"

Cheng Qin said, "Yes."

Cheng Mengtian said: "Let's go back to our hometown to have a look when we have time. Last night, I dreamed that the old man was sick. Go back and have a look."

Dad Cheng couldn't laugh or cry, "Dad, you still believe in dreams."

Cheng Mengtian said, "You don't understand at this age."

Cheng Qin thought for a while, and this time was when he had nothing to do, so he said, "Okay."

Cheng Qin went back to his home after eating, and slept until four o'clock in the afternoon from boredom. Then he found a more formal dress, trimmed his hair a little, and went to school in a glamorous manner.

The school celebration party of Yanda University is set at 6:[-] p.m., because the day after tomorrow New Year's Day, the students are more relaxed, and there are no seats left, especially for the opening dance. A few girls exposed their arms and thighs in the cold winter months, which attracted a crowd of diaosi nerds to cheer and climax pile up.

Cheng Qin is next to Xiao Zilin, he thinks that he looks like a dog in formal attire, who knows that Xiao Zilin's attire looks like the Milky Way, with a three-piece dark suit, he is simply domineering president, which attracted the etiquette on both sides of the stage to look sideways .

Cheng Qin actually thinks that Xiao Zilin's out of place attire is a bit silly.

Cheng Qin couldn't help but joked, "You're still pretty cool."

"You're still quite angry," Xiao Zilin gave him a sideways look, and said ambiguously, "No, why didn't we get along at the beginning?"

Cheng Qin stroked his hair, "The model doesn't have a good result."

Xiao Zilin shook his head and smiled, "You and me? Impossible."

Cheng Qin scolded with a smile: "Smelly shameless, you have a family."

Xiao Zilin took out his mobile phone, and on the screensaver was a handsome man, "He's handsome."

"He's pretty cool." Cheng Qin nodded, "You're a crazy wife."

Just as he was talking, the host on the stage called Xiao Zilin's name and asked him to go up to present the awards. He tidied up his clothes and stepped onto the stage.

Cheng Qin yawned. He really didn't understand the significance of this awards show at this moment.

After yawning, he found Cheng Shuang in pink clothes.

Cheng Qin was quite surprised. He didn't expect Cheng Shuang to be a student cadre in the school. He always thought that she was obsessed with Two-dimensional. He didn't expect that she would embark on an "official career".

Cheng Qin smiled, took out his phone to take a photo and sent Cheng Shuang a WeChat message.

[The skirt is beautiful, but the legs are short. 】

Xiao Zilin said a few words before stepping down with Cheng Shuang. After a while, Cheng Shuang replied:

[Go away, my sister has legs from the waist down, with fish essence. 】

Cheng Qin smiled, the title of fish spirit is quite suitable for him.

Then, Cheng Qin was invited to the stage again, and awarded certificates to outstanding freshmen as outstanding graduates. Although he was borrowing, the aura of his works and his face still couldn't stop him from becoming a man of the school.

The host came prepared, with correct words and humor, "Wow, the graduates of our school are all handsome. There are school grass every day, and today there are especially many."

There was laughter under the stage.

Cheng Qin smiled the whole time, and his cheeks hurt. At this time, the host brought outstanding freshmen to the stage. Cheng Qin casually scanned and found Chu Yang, who was outstanding in appearance and height.

Chu Yang looked at him silently, then turned to the audience, not sure if he was angry or shy.

Cheng Qin raised his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead to cover it up.

"Senior, so handsome!" After a girl screamed in the audience, everyone shouted in response.

The host smiled and said, "Girls downstairs, calm down, I can't hold the microphone anymore."

Cheng Qin: "..."

"Senior, do you have a girlfriend?"

Then there was another commotion. It was obviously winter, but it made people smell the breath of spring.

The host shrugged and asked, "I was just about to ask this too," then handed the microphone to Cheng Qin's mouth.

Cheng Qin said, "No."

The audience looked like they were at a vegetable market, Xiao Zilin smiled inscrutablely, and the principal looked unhappy.

"Does that have a boyfriend?" A boy from an unknown corner shouted.

After a short period of silence, whistles came and went as the pan was poured with cold water.

Cheng Qin raised his eyebrows. He obviously didn't realize that the current students are so "advancing with the times". This kind of things that come out of the closet can be known to oneself and the lover. .

He tilted his head to look at Chu Yang, and the child was looking at him with burning eyes.

Cheng Qin turned his gaze back, stroked his eyebrows, and was suddenly a little satisfied with Chu Yang's eyes.

Xiao Zilin's smile in the audience is very meaningful, but the principal's face is already a little green, what if his hair is green again?

Cheng Qin decided not to say a word. Anyway, he is not embarrassed, so let others find a way to embarrass themselves. Adjusting the atmosphere and controlling the rhythm are the host's job.

The host accepts it when he sees it, "That classmate, your girlfriend told you not to leave after school."

There was laughter under the stage.

Cheng Qin issued certificates to the five freshmen, all of which were empty, just a cover for formalities.

When handing it to Chu Yang, the child said, "Thank you." Cheng Qin took a deep look at him and stepped down.

After the party, the teachers and principals gathered for a dinner, talking about their great achievements, using themselves as an example to encourage young people, and the young teachers toasted one after another, no matter where the flattery was taken, anyway, they picked up nice words.

Cheng Qin hid in the corner, Xiao Zilin also felt bored, the two found an excuse to leave early, and went outside with a few alumni to have a drink and chat.

Cheng Qin was silent during the interlacing of touch and light. He thought about Chu Yang, and as he thought about it, the moment when he painted Wen Wenze's portrait appeared in his mind. The two people kept changing in his mind, and finally they all merged into one person.

After drinking until after eleven o'clock, Xiao Zilin was picked up by the man on the screensaver, and the others walked together, and finally Cheng Qin was left to sit on the curb to sober himself up.

He took out his mobile phone and called Wen Wenze.

The connection was made over there, and I kept asking him what's wrong and where is he?

Cheng Qin suddenly realized that he was insane, it was a habit, when he was drunk, Wen Wenze would always make a cup of honey water and pass it to him.

Cheng Qin replied stiffly, "It's nothing, just to tell you that I like the gift you gave me very much."

There was a long silence over there, and he said, "Xiaoqin, have you been drinking?"

"No, it's just... I'm asleep, goodbye." Cheng Qin wanted to say, but he was unwilling, why did you choose Cheng Tian and not me!

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Qin raised his head, turned around and lowered his head again, he felt a little nauseous.

Then, there was an extra pair of sneakers in front of him.

Cheng Qin raised his head, facing a pair of gentle eyes, the pupils were as black as the ink in the inkstone.

"Uncle Cheng, I'll take you home."

Cheng Qin grinned, tried his best to gather his distracted eyes, and gave a silly smile, "You're still here."

Chu Yang frowned, did not speak, and carried Cheng Qin by heart.He didn't have a driver's license, and he was terrified along the way, fearing that he would run into a traffic policeman on duty.

When they arrived at Cheng Qin's house, Chu Yang opened the door behind his back and sent him to the bedroom.

When he turned around to pour water, Cheng Qin grabbed the hem of his clothes and said in a slightly aggrieved voice, "Are you leaving again?"

Chu Yang was silent for a while, looked at Cheng Qin whose eyes were half-opened, and said, "Uncle Cheng, I'm Chu Yang."

Cheng Qin tilted his head and thought for a while, let go of his hand and said "oh", then turned over and hugged a doll and curled up.

Chu Yang brewed a cup of honey water for Cheng Qin, helped him to bring it to his mouth, "Uncle Cheng, drink some honey water, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

Cheng Qin obediently drank a few sips, put his eyes in focus and touched Chu Yang's eyes. He didn't know where the strength came from, turned over and pushed him down on the bed.

The cup was knocked over onto the carpet and the water inside was completely absorbed.

"Cheng...uh..."

Cheng Qin held Chu Yang's face in his arms and kissed it. It was a messy kiss, rather than a bite. The emotions in it included grievance, resentment, and unfathomable happiness.

Still remembering someone's name.

Chu Yang was a little nervous, or it was the first time he had such an intense kiss. He patted Cheng Qin on the back, "Uncle Cheng, I'm not Ah Zhe, I'm Chu Yang."

Patted and clapped, Chu Yang's hand froze in the air, and then gently placed it on Cheng Qin's back. Facing a person named "Azhe" who lived there, his eyes suddenly darkened, which was almost the same as the gentle and caring face just now. It's like two different people.

At this time, Cheng Qin stood up and took off his shirt.

Chu Yang blinked and looked at Cheng Qin in shock, "You, what are you going to do?"

"Do what you've never done, what you've always wanted to do." Cheng Qin's eyes were hazy, with a smirk on his lips, "Just do it. Kill you!"

"I'm not... um..." Chu Yang struggled, and watched Cheng Qin take out the baby from his pants, poked it into his mouth twice, and said plausibly, "Holding, I think you're holding it .”

Chu Yang was angry, angry because of jealousy.

As soon as he grabbed Cheng Qin's wrist and turned it outward, the tenderness and lethargy in his eyes turned into countless sharp ice blades.

"Cheng Qin, look carefully, who am I!?"

Cheng Qin was stunned by the yelling, and tilted his head to look left and right, "Huh, little brat?"

Chu Yang's face turned dark, "I'm Chu Yang!"

"That's right, you are Chu Yang," Cheng Qin smirked, then lay in his arms and closed his eyes, "Little sheep, I want to eat fried hairtail tomorrow."

Chu Yang: "..."

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Cheng Qin knew that he didn't drink very much, but he rarely drank sips. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he had no other excuses except that he might have been stimulated.He said that Xiao Zilin's show of affection provoked him, but he really couldn't convince himself. After thinking about it, he had to admit that the source of the irritation was that little sheep surnamed Chu.

It was he who tactfully coaxed people to leave.

What's the matter with caring so much about others now?

Cheng Qin rubbed his face and sat up from the bed like a "woman who just gave birth". His head hurt like lead and he fell back. Then he fell back with a look of hopelessness. He took out his mobile phone, and there were more than a dozen missed calls on it, all of which were fixed lines at home. Only then did Cheng Qin remember that he was going back to his hometown with his grandfather today.

So I quickly returned a call, then quickly got out of bed, dressed and went to the bathroom.

When passing by the living room, there was breakfast on the dining table, two peeled boiled eggs, a plate of green cold diced cucumbers, a little bit of sesame oil, and there was a post-it note next to it, with bowls and chopsticks drawn on it The simple strokes and a line of small characters in regular script.

——There is white porridge warm in the pot, hangover, and eat less greasy food, so there is no fried octopus.

"Little sheep, I want to eat fried hairtail tomorrow."

Cheng Qin gasped.

The first impression is, useless!

On a sunny day, the wind and cloud suddenly changed, and a thunderbolt struck Cheng Qin, giving Cheng Qin a scorched outside and tender inside.

A certain clip from last night is automatically staged in someone's mind, and those indescribable images are played back infinitely in the end.

Cheng Qin was annoyed "Oh" for a long time, beat his head, wishing he could change the memory chip inside, picked up the post-it note, crumpled it into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can, as if he couldn't beat his brain, and reminded him to do it. Throwing away a note that did something stupid would have the same effect.

A few seconds later, he picked up the post-it note again, smoothed the wrinkles on it, and put it in the storage box on the dining table.

The writing is beautiful and the painting is not bad, it's a pity to throw it away.

Cheng Qin chewed an egg, drank half a bowl of porridge, and returned to the old house with a somewhat fucked up mood.

When Cheng Shuang saw him, he asked suspiciously if he had a brother with the surname Bao?Cheng Qin didn't speak, and looked at Cheng Shuang with a face of "what do you mean?" Cheng Shuang wanted this kind of effect, grinned and said, looking at your face as black as charcoal, I thought you were going to be a civil servant in Kaifeng What about Fu Yin?

Cheng Qin rolled his eyes, drifted away, and didn't even fight back.

After lunch, Cheng Qin took the old man back to his hometown in Xiang County with two boxes of Cordyceps sinensis. Originally, Cheng Shuang was going to talk to his classmates and asked Cheng Qin to take her with him.

Cheng Qin was not happy, "No."

Cheng Shuang asked, "Why?"

Cheng Qin said, "Waste oil."

Only now did Cheng Shuang figure out that this guy was keeping a record for her, and obviously lost her weight.

Cheng Shuang rolled her eyes and floated away arrogantly.

On the way, Cheng Mengtian asked, "Why didn't you bring your sister?"

Cheng Qin said: "It will be evening when she puts on her makeup."

Cheng Mengtian smiled, "Girls love beauty."

Cheng Qin smiled, "You're a natural beauty, don't worry about it."

"That's true, the three of you brothers and sisters are not ugly,"

Cheng Qin smiled and said nothing, the old man was also a handsome guy when he was young.

Halfway through the journey, Cheng Qin asked, "Grandpa, whose house are you going to?"

"It's just next door to our old house, old man Chu's house."

Cheng Qin thought for a long time, and asked uncertainly: "Grandpa Chu? Is it the aunt's house next door? I remember he has a son, what's his name, it's been a long time, I have forgotten."

Cheng Mengtian laughed, "When I was a child, I always went to other people's houses for dinner, and I don't even remember their names?"

"It's been more than ten years. I don't have a good memory." Cheng Qin touched his nose and thought, if it wasn't for the fried octopus, he might have forgotten even such a person. "They still live in the country?"

"Well, old man Chu thinks the air in the countryside is good, and his daughter likes it too," Cheng Mengtian said, "I heard that her son was admitted to university last year and came to the city."

"Oh," Cheng Qin tried hard to recall, "I remember that child lost two front teeth, and cried with a gaping tooth."

"You were such a bastard when you were young," Cheng Mengtian snorted, "When you get old, you don't talk about eating, and you always bully other people's sons."

Cheng Qin turned around and asked in surprise, "Me?"

"It's not who you are! When I was a child, I was naughty and naughty. I was like a bandit. I stripped naked for other people's children and tied ropes to other people's chickens. Who do you ask?"

"No, Grandpa," Cheng Qin said, "Am I that perverted?"

"I also drew a picture for others, saying it is art."

"No way!" Cheng Qin opened his mouth in surprise, "Grandpa, is that kid strong now?"

"what happened?"

Cheng Qin lazily said, "I'm afraid people will beat me up."

"The children in the country are all doing farm work, you have to be careful, don't look for your teeth all over the place," Cheng Mengtian laughed and nodded his head, and then said: "However, not long after you went abroad, I fell while planting vegetables. , your father brought me to the city, and I haven't seen that child for a long time, and I don't know if he is stronger than you."

Cheng Qin thought about it carefully, and patted his thigh, "By the way, my meeting was quite strange. I have lived in the old house for so long, and it seems that I have never seen the child's father."

"Hey, it was just the three of them when we came here. I haven't seen the child's father, and his surname is the same as his mother's."

"Oh, I don't know much about that."

"What do you know? You know how to eat at that time."

Cheng Qin: "..."

Cheng Mengtian's hometown is in a village named Daluzhang in Xiangxian County. The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Because no developers have come to develop it, many villagers still live a life of relying on the mountains.

The only main road into the village has not yet been repaired, the ground is full of potholes, and there is water in a shallow pit. At this time, it was freezing cold, and there was a dark plane. Cheng Qin made a detour, and the tires were covered with mud.

When we arrived at the middle street of the village, the road conditions here were several times better than the main road outside the village. There were many ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the cement road. In autumn, it must be very beautiful.

Cheng Qin couldn't help complaining: "How did the village committee plan this road? The outside is so delicious, but the inside is so good. I thought I was in a paradise."

Cheng Mengtian said: "It is estimated that old man Chu paid for the repair. At that time, he said that he would repair it. He hated the bad roads. It rained, snowed and accumulated water. If he went to visit our house, he would have to hang a foot of mud. I said, it's just hypocrisy."

Cheng Qin was quite surprised, "Hey, then his family's conditions are very good, but the village committee should also contribute. No matter how much money there is, it is the real money of Grandpa Chu, and no one's money is just blown by the wind."

Cheng Mengtian snorted and said, "What can the village committee do? It's just a decoration, except that the door plaque with the characters 'Village Committee' is pretty good. The biggest function is to hang banners every year when the straw is burned. , see that fence in front? That's it."

Cheng Qin looked at Cheng Mengtian's finger, drove a few more meters, and parked the car.

The yard is surrounded by wooden fences and painted with white paint. In the simple country layout, it is unique and has a touch of pastoral style. Inside, there is a winding path paved with cobblestones, leading directly to the house with white walls and black tiles. Hanging a few strings of yellow corn and bright red peppers, it looks like a bumper harvest and a family with surplus food. On both sides of the path are vegetable fields, where Chinese cabbage, white radish, and green onions are planted.

Cheng Mengtian said: "I almost admitted my mistake, his house has been renovated again."

Cheng Qin got out of the car and helped Mr. Cheng down. The air in the countryside is good and there is a natural oxygen bar, but compared with the greenhouse effect in the city, it is obviously a few degrees lower and it is very cold.

Cheng Qin squeezed Cheng Mengtian's arm, "Grandpa, are you cold?"

"I'm wearing thick clothes, it's not cold." The old man looked at the sky and directed Cheng Qin, "Put your things out, the weather is bad, go back early."

"Well, you wait for a while, I'll get it," Cheng Qin went to get the gift, when he heard a crisp voice as he opened the trunk.

"Grandpa Cheng? Are you back?"

Cheng Qin was taken aback, the voice sounded familiar, he closed the trunk suspiciously, subconsciously tidied up his clothes, and then walked out from the back of the car.

Chu Yang turned sideways, and saw Cheng Qin holding two red boxes in one hand and putting the other in his pocket.

If Cheng Tian is the kind of introverted and positive, then Cheng Qin is flamboyant and wild, with a provocative sexiness in his laziness.

Chu Yang was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Why are you here?"

The author has something to say: When I was young, you tied my dick, it was fine, when I grow up