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During this season, every household in Anding Village will make sugar rice cakes.

The glutinous rice is mashed and then steamed. On the oiled chopping board, it is flattened and rounded. This step of physical work is often done by the eldest grandson Yao An.

The two members of the Yao family just finished sweeping the dust the day before yesterday, and everything that could be removed and wiped was spent under the broom and towel. Although it didn't work well in the earthen house, it showed more smoke marks on the walls of the kitchen.

Without further instructions from Grandma Yao, the misty rice ball was like a piece of hot snow, crumpled under Yao An's palm, and punched from time to time, dancing like a gong on a stainless steel chopping board.

"Don't play around, you're having fun!" Granny Yao shouted from the side, carrying a goldfish cloth bag on her shoulders.

"Grandma, I'm working so hard." Yao An hesitated, and fell on the desk again.

Yao Jianqi happened to step in, with a cat hanging on each of his left and right hands, the old and the young, hearing the sound, both of them fluffed up, screamed twice, and fled across the ground.

Yao An didn't notice it, and smiled unconsciously, "Here we are."

"Yeah." Yao Jianqi walked in, and the steam and fire made people feel warm, and he said to his grandma, "Grandpa is urging you."

"He's so slow, now he knows what to do? Let him wait!" Grandma Yao said loudly, as if she wanted to let people outside hear her.

"Go, go." Yao Jianqi turned her shoulders and urged her with a smile.

Grandma Yao hummed like an old child, and patted Yao Jianqi's hand with her rough palm. Before she left, she didn't forget to take off the two rabbit fur scarves that were placed on the chair by the stove, and told them: "Wok the pot!" There are steamed eggs in it."

After a while, the old couple drove away on the scooter to slaughter a fat piece of the freshest bacon.

Yao Jianqi leaned on the side of the stove, his heels were loose on the ground, watching how Yao An poked a hole in the fluffy white glutinous rice, and boasted to himself: "Does it look like a belly button?"

Yao Jianqi observed for a moment, then stretched out his hand leisurely.

"Ah." The back of his hand was touched, and he shrank back in pain.

Yao An said alertly: "You just touched the cat."

"Although." Yao Jianqi turned his hand around, leaving a warm fingerprint, "But you are so fierce to me now."

His aggrieved tone made Yao An's heart skip a beat, and he was really mixed with a bit of guilt.

Yao An rubbed the dough, reflected and denied at the same time: "No, I just hit you."

"You used to be reluctant to hit me." Yao Jianqi put down his hand disappointedly.

"..."

It seems to be true.

Yao An distractedly tore off a piece of glutinous rice, and on the other side, Yao Jianqi said, "You kicked me last night..."

"That's on the bed!" Yao An raised his voice to retort, "Isn't it because you insisted on hugging me!"

Yao Jianqi shot back: "You used to hug me by force."

"It used to be the past, how can it be the same now..." Yao An stuttered and stopped talking.

And Yao Jianqi seemed to be waiting for his words, and moved closer, his eyes sparkling: "What will happen now?"

Yao An swallowed, turned his face away: "It's not that good."

Yao Jianqi didn't let him go, pressed his ear and asked deeply, "What's the matter, brother?"

Yao An's ears itched, and his entire arm went limp, as if he had been hit by a Gu.

Oh shit.

He cursed secretly, and shouted out loudly: "It will react! Satisfied!!"

The surroundings fell into silence for a moment, and the sound of the cat grooming could almost be heard.

There was no laughter as expected.

Yao An was suspicious and turned his head tentatively again, from left eye to right eye, Yao Jianqi was staring at him, like staring at a piece of Xiuyu, even playing with it was pious.

Yao An couldn't hold his breath under such stares.

"Don't you think I can't?" Yao Jianqi finally spoke, with white lust in his voice.

Without any suspense, they approached millimeter by millimeter, and finally kissed together.

Yao An's hand was taken away from the glutinous rice dumpling by Yao Jianqi, and he put it on his waist, warm and cold at once, Yao Jianqi further rubbed into him, intentionally slowing down the kiss, so that he could taste the essence and taste more.

The fragrance of sawdust is still floating in the air, and the coarse porcelain wine glass is also full of echoes of the past. The older the scene is, the more provocative it is, and they feel out of control almost at the same moment.

He didn't know when the man broke in. When he woke up, he heard Yan Huai'en deliberately singing "La La La" while covering Kang Zi's eyes and pushing the man out of the door.

After the brick chimney was built, Yao An and Yao Jianqi looked at each other in dismay, embarrassed and emotional.

Pushing it all the way away from the big vat, Yan Huai'en withdrew his palm after another half a foot.

Kangzi's eyes were blurred, and he looked inside blankly and annoyed: "What happened???"

"Hey." Yan Huai'en pushed his head down, "Guess who's inside?"

"Could it be that there are female relatives taking a bath?" Kangzi's jaw dropped.

"Really—not at all."

Yan Huai'en clapped his hands and smiled, thinking that the two of them were almost done, when he heard the sound of scattered footsteps, the two victims could be figured out.

The two brothers stood together under the dripping eaves, well-dressed and dignified, and their greetings were warmer than usual: "Come in and enjoy the fire, it's so cold outside."

Kang Zi looked at them suspiciously, in the dark, "Is there anything dirty inside?"

"I'm making rice cakes." Yao An showed his hands innocently, "It's almost ready."

Yao Jianqi also nodded his chin in cooperation.

When Kang Zi heard that he could eat and drink skin, he immediately cast his doubts out of the clouds, kicked them on the gravel with a few steps, pushed them away and rushed in.

Yao An stroked his forehead, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when a flash of electricity flashed through his mind, making him almost unable to stand still.

He found himself overlooking a very important detail.

When did Yan Huaien know about it? !

Hearing Yao An's astonishment, the room murmured Kang Zi's words like the soundtrack: "Your glutinous rice is cold!"

Yao An turned a deaf ear to it, and looked at Yan Huai'en in amazement. The latter put his life on the line, made a dumbfounded expression, and trotted in through the adjacent door.

His gaze returned to Yao Jianqi.

Yao An: "Explain?"

Yao Jianqi was calm and unhurried: "Okay."

"?" After waiting for a while, Yao An puffed his cheeks, "What do you mean?"

"Oh." Yao Jianqi paused and said, "Brother Wynn knows."

Yao An almost vomited blood. He turned his eyes to the room, dragged Yao Jianqi to a window, and said in a low voice, "I know he knows, but what I want to know is why I don't know he knows!"

"..."

Yao Jianqi judged his meaning not from the semantics but from the tone of his voice, and he was anxious, not for anything else.

"Anyway, he knows."

This sentence has a hint of blatant coquettishness, and it is used for Yao An's most terrible thing.

Sure enough, Yao An was not in a hurry anymore, he opened and closed his upper and lower teeth several times, but he didn't collide with each other to utter a single word.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you tonight." There was an inevitable explanation, Yao Jianqi hooked his index finger and sauntered, "Let's go, we're still waiting to eat rice cakes."

It was an hour before the rice cakes were on the table.Yan Huai'en helped to evenly divide the rice balls into four petals, cut one petal into slices, and put it into the boiling pot. Kangzi served with sesame oil, chopped green onion and folded ear root, rolled one petal into a ball, rolled it in brown sugar powder after scalding, the stars Little by little, like a red plum on snow, the remaining two petals are all left to the elders of the Yao family.

Just then he used a strainer to fish out the salty rice cakes from the first pot, and was about to distribute them among the three bowls one by one, but Yao An shook his head and picked one up: "We can eat the sweet ones."

Yao Jianqi was holding two lumps of sticky and inseparable rice cakes with his chopsticks, frowning, and he eagerly brought them to Yao An's mouth.

Yao An bit down one with his front teeth, sugar was all over his lips, he wiped it with his hands while chewing.Yao Jianqi looked at him, and slowly licked his own.

Yan Huai'en quietly put on a look of indecent look, and greeted Kang Zi: "Come on, let's eat more."

Holding a full bowl, Kangzi moved his index finger wildly, and started to smack and smack on the stove before the table was served, dipping a mouthful of oil in his mouth and still not forgetting to look like his big brother.

"It's a pity if you two don't eat it." Kang Zi looked at them horizontally, "This is the authentic rice cake, what sweet are you eating?"

"I'm happy." Yao An swallowed the thick whole, almost choking to death.

A glass of water appeared, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago, Yao Jianqi smiled beside him and swung the teacup.

Yao An was impatient, and it was common for him to choke on food until his neck turned red, but he was a little embarrassed at the moment, and he didn't forget to give Yao Jianqi a look from the top of the teacup after drinking the water.

"Kangzi, let's go to the next room to eat." Yan Huaien put the colander into the trough, picked up his bowl through the towel, kicked Kangzi's calf, and retreated tactically again.

"Is it so urgent?" Kang Zi stared blankly at the direction of Yan Huai'en running, and then looked back at the two brothers, "I'm very confused today, what are you doing?"

Yao Jianqi drew along the tile line on the stovetop, as if he didn't hear it, the problem fell to Yao An.

Yao An didn't speak for a while, hesitating how to answer.

"Come on." Kang Zi has never been one to break through the casserole to the end, not to mention that he hasn't figured out where the pot is and whether there is such a pot.

He took a sip of the soup, and walked away carelessly: "Eat vegetables and drink more soup, so you won't get hurt when you grow old."

At night, withered Miscanthus submerged in it, a few fragrant crows fluttered like fan-shaped black clouds between the mountains and the houses.After eating rice cakes in the afternoon and a full dinner, the stomach was inevitably overloaded, so Yao An and Yao Jianqi went for a walk together.

It is rare that there is no wind this night, and walking is not considered a trek, and the stars are scattered, and it is a bit comfortable.Yao An kept Yao Jianqi's hand in his pocket as usual, and on his right hand he held a wind lantern, which cast a shadow along the road.

Just as he was talking about what he would know by asking Yan Huai'en, Yao Jianqi who was beside him made a sound.

"Aren't you afraid now?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Yao Jianqi moved the hands they were holding in his pockets in a gesture. Not far away, there was a family of people who were cooking mulberry in front of the door.

Yao An recalled what happened on the Gingko Road at school last time, and was afraid that Yao Jianqi would be offended, so he hurriedly said, "I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid. If you gossip, I'll make them split their forks."

Yao Jianqi was amused, and looked at him from the corner of his eyes: "It's exaggerated."

"The conscience of heaven and earth." Yao An's face was frank, and he was about to swear.

Yao Jianqi chuckled lightly into the air, and led him closer to the house. The faces were familiar, and they smiled at each other, dribbling with water.

Passing the turn of the road without saying a word, he said without warning: "It was last year."

Yao An didn't keep up with his thoughts, "Huh?" He stared at Yao Jianqi slightly and explained in person helplessly: "Wynn only found out about it last year."

Only then did Yao An know and nodded, his eyes wandered, and he asked again: "How do you know?"

This time it was Yao Jianqi's turn to be aphasia, Xiao thought about it, it was always a bit obscene to say it.It's okay, what I'm afraid of is that Yao An will destroy the sketchbook as soon as he knows about it.

That would be a big loss.

"He saw it by himself." Yao Jianqi said calmly, and deeply believed that this was not a lie.

"You saw it yourself?" Yao An expressed surprise, "Tell me, what do you think?"

"..." Yao Jianqi walked gingerly by the pit, wanting to say something, "Because I see love in your eyes."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Yao Jianqi obviously felt the wind lamp in front of the road swaying violently without wind. He guessed that Yao An must have been caught. Looking over, the other party faltered and said evasively: "Don't always ...you can't stop saying that."

"Oh." Yao Jianqi responded, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Then what." Yao An changed the subject, "There is nothing else I don't know."

Yao Jianqi almost forgot and replaced "no" with "yes".

"What else?" Yao An looked at him, as if to say, "You're quite capable."

Yao Jianqi could only continue with a smile: "I also told Yuan Jian and Chen Zhe, there is no one else."

After a pause, he asked again, "Can I?"

"They." As expected, Yao An wasn't too surprised, "They're all your friends, as long as you think it's okay."

Yao Jianqi felt relieved and squeezed Yao An's hand: "I'm afraid you will be angry."

"I'm afraid of a ghost." Yao An said so, but his forehead was buried.

He was ashamed of himself for not being honest, because until now, he had never announced their relationship to anyone.

"Tired?" Yao Jianqi asked.

Yao An raised his head abruptly: "No, no."

Yao Jianqi stretched out an index finger from his sleeve, pointing at the lamp that unknowingly hung down to the seam of his trousers: "Give it to me."

"I'll do it." Yao An lifted his spirits and raised his hands to the front.

But within half a second, the lamp was snatched away, Yao Jianqi picked up the copper ring, and he said, "Hands are swollen from cold."

Yao An smiled dryly and punched his swollen right hand.

"Let's go back." Yao Jianqi stopped, led Yao An to turn around, and put his cold hand into his pocket.

In contrast, Yao saw Qi Suu's cold hand wrapped around a palm of thin warmth, and Yao An absorbed a small amount of warmth from it.

"See you." Yao An called him.

"Huh?" He didn't call him that for a while, Yao Jianqi turned his head slightly.

Yao An looked down at the flaming lamp in his hand, his eyes seemed warm and genuine: "Give me some time."

He raised his eyebrows and repeated again honestly: "Give me some time, I promise."

Luckily, Yao Jianqi understood the sentence that was cut from the beginning to the end.

He smiled softly: "Who urged you?"

Yao Jianqi took half a step, touched Yao An's forehead, and said amidst the sound of falling pine needles, "It doesn't matter how long."