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(1)

Cheng Ran has always admired Song Yan.

"Ayan is very smart, even smarter than my father!"

This kind of words came out of my mouth before I was in elementary school.

After going to elementary school, this kind of talk seldom happened—he became more sensible, and he should also think about the face of his family's old Cheng.

Cheng's father loves to play chess, and coincidentally, Song Yan also loves it.

A big and a small get together to learn chess skills——

"Uncle, you can't walk like this," Xiao Songyan said very straightforwardly, "If you walk like this, you will die in the next step. If you change to another way of walking, you can wait a while before you die."

"Ayan, let him go a little bit." Xiao Chengran was worried, "He is an adult."

If you lose, you lose. Fortunately, Cheng Yingfang is used to being shameless, so he put the chess away generously, and took the two children out the door: "You are tired from playing chess, please go eat ice cream!"

"Dad, you have been playing chess with Xiao Yan for two months, and you have never won. You are so stupid, will your boss not want you?" Cheng Ran expressed his worry at the right time, "Then you don't even have ice cream. Can't afford it anymore."

"Nonsense!" Cheng's father pulled his face down and said fiercely to Cheng Ran, "I clearly won a game last week!"

However, Cheng Ran was not afraid of him, the little boy frowned and disliked his father: "That's because Xiao Yan made you regret six chess moves!"

Cheng Yingfang gave a "tsk" and pushed his son aside, and the two brothers embraced Song Yan's neck: "Don't pay attention to this little idiot, Xiaoyan, uncle will take you to eat ice cream, you still want the mango flavor, right? "

"I want it, I want it too! I want strawberry flavor!" Cheng Yingfang deliberately ignored him, and Cheng Ran yelled strangely from the side, "Look at you, old Cheng, you're so partial to the next door!"

Cheng Yingfang grimaced and snorted at his son.

——Childish to the extreme.

Because Song Heng and Cheng Yingfang are colleagues and neighbors, they have always been close as a matter of course.

Back then when Fu Sheng was pregnant, Cheng Yingfang often urged Cheng Ran, who had just walked away, to listen to the movement in her stomach: "Here, Xiao Ran, your wife is inside!"

Therefore, when Cheng Ran was very young, he had the concept of "I have a wife" and "the wife is Xiaoyan".

A month later, Fu Sheng gave birth.

boy.

Cheng Ran followed the newborn to take a bath, saw the same organ between the child's legs as his, and went home and told his father seriously: "Dad, let me tell you, girls also have small cocks."

Cheng Yingfang, who was drawing a blueprint, shook his hands—the dark green lines on the computer screen were exaggeratedly skewed.

"What did you say?" Cheng Yingfang looked at him incredulously.

Then Cheng Ran was suspected by his father of peeping at the little girl going to the toilet, and gave him a heavy beating.

Cheng Ran clutched his butt feeling aggrieved.

Then He Mingxi told him dumbfounded: Xiao Yan is a boy just like you.

The two boys grew up slowly.

Cheng Ran's parents like Song Yan very much, who doesn't like sensible and smart children?

Cheng Yingfang sighed more than once: "Oh! It would be great if the old Song family gave birth to a girl, such a good girl as Xiaoyan, marrying into our family, tsk, the life span of being pissed off by Cheng Ran grow back!"

Xiao Chengran was ignorant, and after hearing what his father said, he would ask: "Is Xiaoyan and I growing up, and we are going to get married?"

Father Cheng sighed too often, Cheng Ran had to confirm it every three days, and nodded seriously when he got the answer.but--

——Children who are in senior classes don’t know that “it would be great” means “no”. Isn’t that a headache?

Cheng Ran used his entire childhood to perform what it means to dote on his wife with strength: every day, he brought back the small snacks from the kindergarten and placed them in front of Song Yan's cradle; he read "Andersen's Fairy Tales" to Song Yan, who was neither literate nor pinyin , just looking at the pictures and making up things; He Mingxi bought a delicious little cake, he took a bite and was astonished, and ran to offer it to his wife.

It wasn't until the fifth grade that he asked the question "why Uncle Song and Dad have such a good relationship but don't get married".

Cheng Ran held his swollen buttocks again, only to realize that boys and boys are not allowed to marry.

To be honest, hey, a little disappointed.

The confused boy had grown up and stopped asking such silly questions.

But his relationship with Song Yan has always been very good.

Since Song Yan jumped two grades in the third grade and was in the same class as Cheng Ran, they sat at the front and back desks in elementary school, went home together every day in the next class in junior high school, and were assigned to the same class in the second year of high school, and later became deskmates.

Fortunately, never alienated.

At the end of the first year of high school, Song Yan's parents divorced.

Cheng Ran was sad for a long time when he heard from his parents that he was alone in the room.

He felt that Song Yan was really pitiful.Aunt Fu left, Uncle Song went to work all day, and there was no one who cared about him at home. Song Xiaobaicai cooked and washed clothes by herself, wrote homework and endorsed books by herself, took a bath and slept by herself, and lay alone in bed. Maybe I couldn't help but feel sad, and cried under the quilt——

His nose was sore and he almost dropped golden beans.

Then he secretly made up his mind that he must treat Song Yan better and better, and make up for the love that Aunt Fu and Uncle Song gave, so that he can still be a happy child.

When he returned to the room, his mood was still low.

——Xiao Yan must also be very sad. When he is so sad, how can he be left alone?

He lied about going downstairs to take out the garbage, greeted his parents and ran out quickly.

Before leaving, he did not forget to pinch a piece of dark green RMB. He thought to himself: "The cookies downstairs are delicious, bring him two boxes. Song Yan is only smart when he is studying, and he is usually dull. Bao Buqi hasn't had dinner yet."

Everything was well planned and Cheng Ran was very satisfied with himself.

But the plan was broken when he went downstairs: he just opened the door of the unit and saw Song Yan, squatting on the edge of the flower bed with his knees hugged.

He unconsciously took full steps and approached Song Yan lightly.

It was like approaching a small animal that was licking its wound. He was afraid that if he approached too much, the small animal would run away in panic.

Until he walked in front of Song Yan and called him softly: "Xiao Yan?"

The person sitting by the flower bed raised his head, there were no tears, but the corners of his eyes were indeed red, and his pupils were washed cold by something.

Cheng Ran suddenly felt that he couldn't say any comforting words, and he intuitively felt that those words that seemed to comfort Xiao Yan's mood should be another sword that broke his heart.

So he raised Cheng's signature and smirked, pretending to be heartless and asking him: "Ha, it's really you! I even told my dad to play ball with you next weekend!"

"En." Song Yan was not very enthusiastic, lowered his head and just answered vaguely.

"Are you here to play with me? Don't go up there, my parents are fighting again!" Cheng Ran wanted to give him a hug, but he didn't. Instead, he chose to wrap his arms around Song Yan's neck and put his arms around Song Yan. He walked forward, "My dad said it was my mother's turn to wash the dishes today, but my mother said that yesterday it was my dad's turn to wash the dishes and he didn't do it! Oh, how old is this? There's nothing to argue about. Then I Mom gave me 50 yuan to go out to play! Ah Yan, let’s go buy cookies! The new ones from the convenience store are delicious! You can buy two boxes for 20 yuan! We can exchange a box of chocolates and a box of milk eat!"

Cheng Ran thought sadly in his heart: "Really, as long as you don't feel bad, I'll give you both boxes of cookies."

——I am willing to buy you another [-] boxes...

——Who made me like you?

(2)

Song Yan, a top student at the School of Economics of University A, has been a little distressed recently.

——Someone has been obsessed with dating him recently.

The man had his class schedule in his hand, and he would come to him whenever he had the opportunity, and he never missed dinner or lunch every day.

I don't even know what method I used to get a meal card for A major.

Check in every day.

Song Yan occasionally had to deal with his sudden supper.

Headache, distressed and sweet.

Before Cheng Ran had recognized his college classmates, Song Yan's college classmates had already known him.He was very active in attending classes in their class, even more than some students.

Song Yan would also go to the University to find him in his spare time, bringing him fruit and iced drinks when he was training.

——still far away.

Even though the dormitory buildings of the two schools are only separated by a five-meter-wide road, they still feel far away.

After all, they are young people in love, and it is not enough to get tired of being together every minute.

……

In the morning, it was an advanced mathematics class, a class that even Cheng Ran didn't want to attend.

The professor is still very boring. I read those obscure words in front of the PPT, and the sound of the cicadas in summer accompanied by the professor singing and sighing three times, makes people drowsy.

Not many people were listening.As meal time approached, everyone secretly took out their mobile phones to order takeaway.

Song Yan didn't order, he never ordered takeaway, so he ate with Cheng Ran with ease.That guy and he searched all the delicious places near the university town, and took him to eat and drink every day without repetition.

——Counting the time, he should have been waiting outside, right?

Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't want to waste a second on the old professor.

Of course he did the same. He packed up his books and notes, and stooped out through the back door.

The sun is shining outside, the noise of the cicadas is clearer, and the large white gold is a bit dazzling.

He looked around and found that person easily. He was so tall that he could be seen in the crowd at a glance.

The hair of the man under the sun was smudged into a flaxen color, circling in the breeze.I can't see the expression clearly against the light, but how could it not be a smile?

This is his, the one he likes.

It was given to him by God, the most precious gift in this life.

Song Yan smiled and bent his crescent eyes, revealing the dimple on his right cheek, and walked forward——

"Let's go buy pudding later."

That person said yes.

His smile is as bright as the sun.

"Is it still mango and strawberry?"

(3)

——I can help you eat carrots and shiitake mushrooms that you don’t like.

——You can copy the new words for me to thank me.

——Of course if you don’t copy, I will still help you eat.

——Who made us good friends?

——Other children come to bully you, you have to tell me, I will protect you.

——Song Yan, I will marry you when I grow up! ! !

——Excerpt from the diary of Cheng Ran, a child in class three

The author has something to say:

I can't think of what to write about...

And it seems that no one is watching... Maybe it's over like this.

But it’s not good to say, in case I really love this article.

From the summer vacation to the winter vacation, I am really procrastinating...

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