I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"If there is such a day, it will also belong to you."

When Chu Tingdong left, Zhong Xun went home alone. The way back was inexplicably colder than when he came. He sent a message to Chu Tingdong when he got home, and quickly got into bed and continued to sleep.

I fell asleep hard, woke up and opened my eyes, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

He sent a message to Chu Tingdong again, but after waiting for a long time without reply, he kicked his legs under the quilt, and then remembered, fuck, Chu Tingdong should still be on the plane at this point.

Zhong Xun got up quite bored, soaked a bowl of noodles, and then made paper rolls.

In fact, even if Chu Tingdong asked him to go out, he would have nowhere to go during the Chinese New Year, he was the only one in Ningcheng.

Song Yijin wanted to go back to his hometown, a small county town next to Ningcheng. He didn’t come back until the sixth day of the lunar new year. His grandparents and younger sister were all picked up by his uncle.

Even Pan Yu will take advantage of the Chinese New Year to go to the provincial capital to meet old friends from the figure skating team.

Every time he is alone with several keys, he can sleep anywhere he wants on New Year's Eve, but no matter where he goes, he still stays by himself.

In fact, Zhong Zhonglin is not allowed to stay at home during the Chinese New Year.

But it was even more uncomfortable at home. Zhong Zhonglin and Wu Yulan made dumplings together, talked and laughed and watched the party, Zhong Xun didn't dare to leave the bedroom, and when they saw it, the living room would suddenly fall silent.

Only the party was left, and the sound of fireworks exploding outside the window made his chest tight and uncomfortable.

Make him feel that he is not only superfluous, but also like a monster, who will scare others and make everyone unhappy when he appears.

He would rather hide in the security room to survive the cold, or go to an Internet cafe to fix photos, anyway, he can spend the night no matter what.

In previous years, he would ride a motorcycle to the city center to help Wu Yulan buy some New Year's goods, but this year he doesn't need it anymore. After he edited the black and white photos for Zhong Zhonglin last time, Wu Yulan never spoke to him again.

He stayed in Chu Tingdong's bedroom, and besides sending messages to Chu Tingdong, he would go to the group to see what Song Yijin and the others were talking about, and then continued to write papers with his head down.

Boring is boring, but there is no feeling of irritability in my heart.

Even if no one at home pays attention to him, he doesn't care. After Zhong Zhonglin finished handling the company's affairs, he found that the New Year's goods were not ready when he got home, and he didn't mind pointing and cursing in the living room.

He already has a boyfriend, and his boyfriend will accompany him during the New Year, so he doesn't care about it.

"What did your family buy for the Chinese New Year?" Zhong Xun made a video call with Chu Tingdong at night, lying on Chu Tingdong's bed, with his chin resting on the little white dog, his eyes wide open, looking at Chu Tingdong's room.

"I don't know." Chu Tingdong shook his head.

Zhong Xun seduced him and drew out what he wanted to say. He lowered his eyelashes and asked Chu Tingdong shamelessly, "Then what do you want for Chinese New Year with me? I'll go buy it and put it in the security room. Anyway, no one is there."

"You can buy whatever you like," Chu Tingdong smiled at him, "There will be fireworks over the Linjiang Bridge. I guess there will be no cars at night. I'll rent a motorcycle to take you to see it."

"Brother, I'm going to buy fireworks," Zhong Xun pondered for a while, picked up the little white dog and kissed him, and said to him, "We'll go and set them off ourselves!"

Anyway, they can't help fireworks here.

Chu Tingdong left him alone, as long as he felt happy, Zhong Xun made a list to buy fireworks, snacks, quick-frozen dumplings... He also wanted to have a barbecue with Chu Tingdong, so he reserved a seat in advance.

"Baby," Chu Tingdong discussed with him, "Don't run around on New Year's Eve, I will send you a message when I get to Ningcheng, then go downstairs and I will pick you up."

Zhong Xun couldn't help blushing when he heard his voice calling him coldly, and then he agreed.

"I'm really going to buy fireworks, don't lie to me," Zhong Xunlin hung up the video, suddenly felt uneasy, and said hesitantly, "If you don't come back, just tell me."

"Why lie to you?" Chu Tingdong said speechlessly, "I will arrive in Ningcheng in the morning, maybe later."

Zhong Xun was completely relieved, he took Chu Tingdong's bicycle keys and ran out to buy things. At the end of the year, the supermarket was crowded with people, he didn't know what to buy, and wanted to take everything he saw.

A couple walking in front of him pushed a trolley and was picking out Spring Festival couplets and lanterns, and he also picked out a copy.

Although he didn't know where to post it, he didn't live with Chu Tingdong.

Who cares, at worst, wait for him to go home, tear up Zhong Zhonglin's, and then paste this up.

I even bought a lot of messy fireworks.

The ice rink was closed for the new year, it was deserted, and the cracks on the ice surface were obvious. Zhong Xun put everything away, took a few photos with his SLR, and then lowered his head to fill up the ice.

He wasn't in a hurry to make up, but he couldn't be idle.

After Chu Tingdong went to deal with his uncle and relatives, he picked up his phone and saw a dozen photos sent to him by Zhong Xun.

The door of the ice rink was open, and the light passed through countless fine dust, leaving a bright and clear path.

Just like Zhong Xun was sleeping soundly on his shoulder on the bus before, he couldn't help but take the photo of Zhong Xun, under the Tyndall effect, the light emerged into shape.

He didn't know how Zhong Xun did it. The light hit the crack of the ice straight, and he saw countless lights and shadows in the crack. It was a beautiful rose color, inlaid with gold leaf, like waves, like waves. The stars are more gorgeous than a kaleidoscope.

Among the different angles of more than a dozen photos, one of them turned into the color of sea water again, like seeing groups of small fish swimming under the ice, with traces of light jumping on their bodies.

It was as if the world in his eyes became bright and splendid because of this beam of refracted light.

Chu Tingdong slid his fingertips on the screen and watched for a long time before replying to Zhong Xun.

[The shot is beautiful. 】

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, the language was thin and boring for a moment, as if no matter what he said, he couldn't match it, he even remembered the time when Zhong Xun gave him ice skating before.

The deserted ice rink under the night seems to have fallen into a hot and enthusiastic star.

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Zhong Xun tossed about on the ice rink for a few days, and the paper that Chu Tingdong left him was almost finished, and finally waited until the day before New Year's Eve.

Playing games with Song Yijin and the others at night, Song Yijin couldn't help asking him, "Xun'er, you really don't want to come to my house? Let my brother drive you here, let's go out on the first day of the new year..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhong Xun.

"No, I'm waiting for someone." Zhong Xun hugged the little white dog and the little orangutan, lying on the bed, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and said very dissatisfied, "Who doesn't have a brother yet."

Song Yijin almost rolled his eyes, he knew that it was impossible for Zhong Xun to break up, so he tricked someone into getting himself involved.

Zhong Xun couldn't sleep well, and couldn't help turning over at six o'clock in the morning. He ran downstairs to buy deep-fried dough sticks and tofu nao, and took them home to eat. Zhong Zhonglin got up at night and was startled by him.

He sat in the dark living room without turning on the light, and his face was illuminated by the faint light of the mobile phone screen.

"Crazy!" Zhong Zhonglin said angrily, "The Chinese New Year is still going on, what are you trying to do?!"

Zhong Xun ignored him at all, lowered his head and bit the tip of his chopsticks with a smirk.

Zhong Zhonglin suddenly felt unlucky, he snorted coldly with a dark face, and went back to the bedroom.

He and Wu Yulan got up to have breakfast after eight o'clock, but Zhong Xun was still at home. After cleaning up in the morning and starting to prepare the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhong Xun was still there.

Wu Yulan was also heartbroken, she originally wanted Chu Tingdong to celebrate the New Year in Ningcheng, but she missed it again.

In the past, she didn't care that Zhong Xun was at home, but regarding the posthumous photo, she really felt that the child was vicious. Zhong Xun inadvertently glanced at her. That face was beautiful and glamorous, and his eyes were slightly cold. Panicked.

It is impossible for her to have any good looks towards Zhong Xun.

In fact, Zhong Xun just looked blankly. During the Chinese New Year period, it was snowing everywhere, especially around Ningcheng. Chu Tingdong told him that he had rebooked a flight and might be late.

[Zhong puppy victim: I'm sorry, baby, don't wait for me to eat, go eat first when you're hungry. 】

Zhong Xun was not very hungry, but Chu Tingdong asked him to eat, so he ate a little first.

He was lying in Chu Tingdong's room and taking a nap. After Chu Tingdong got on the plane, there was no way to contact him again. It was too uncomfortable for him to just wait, so he simply slept for a while and went to play at night.

When he woke up again after three o'clock in the afternoon, there was no news from Chu Tingdong, probably not yet at the airport.

He went to match a few games, and at about 04:30, Chu Tingdong sent him a message, saying that he had arrived at the airport in the provincial capital.

Zhong Xun was still languid at first, but he sat up while clutching his phone. He moved too much and accidentally knocked down the clothes hanger next to him. With a loud bang, Zhong Zhonglin was furious.

"Are you finished?!" Zhong Zhonglin's face turned darker when he saw him in Chu Tingdong's bedroom.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhong Xun was so annoyed to death, he didn't want to provoke Zhong Zhonglin, but Zhong Zhonglin had to come and teach him a lesson, even if he didn't care anymore, he couldn't help but rushed to him, "Did I drop your things? You didn't buy it, and my brother didn't scold me!"

Dare to mention it? !

Zhong Zhonglin was so angry that his face flushed, and he was unwilling to quarrel with him, for fear that Wu Yulan would notice something.

Finally, she pointed at him fiercely and left the bedroom door.

Zhong Xun thought that Chu Tingdong would arrive in Ningcheng around [-]:[-] p.m., and he started to wait now, changed into a new pair of jeans, and then put on his royal blue thin sweater.

After wrapping it in the down jacket for a while, it felt too hot, so I took it off again, and held it in my arms together with the scarf.

He couldn't help but send a message to Chu Tingdong every half an hour. In fact, if he couldn't bear it, he wanted to keep calling Chu Tingdong.

But he has also taken the high-speed rail. This line passes through many caves, and the signal on the way to Ningcheng is very bad.

Chu Tingdong has been patiently replying to him.

Zhong Xun sent him doggy emoticons in a mess, and he responded with a head-touching emoji.

Zhong Xun woke up when it was still dark in the early morning, and when it was dark at night, and the bedroom lights were not turned on, he sat quietly at the desk and heard Zhong Zhonglin and the others watching the party in the living room again.

The New Year's Eve dinner seemed to be on the table, and he could smell the stewed fish even when he was hiding in the bedroom.

【Brother, when will you come back? I'll pick you up. 】

Zhong Xun also felt that he was quite annoying. In fact, Chu Tingdong told him how long it would take to arrive at the station, but he still asked over and over again, unable to control himself at all.

After he sent the message, he wanted to go to the refrigerator to find some bread to eat. Zhong Zhonglin was joking with Wu Yulan and serving her some food. When he turned his head and saw Zhong Xun, his face turned cold instantly, and his brows were deeply frowned.

Zhong Xun pursed his lips, rolled his eyelids coldly, avoided Zhong Zhonglin, and ignored him.

"Get out!" Zhong Zhonglin was extremely annoyed by his look, couldn't hold back his anger, and immediately dropped his chopsticks.

This little bastard was messing with a man, but he didn't break his legs, he didn't drive him out of the house like Song Yiling, it's okay if he doesn't know how to feel guilty and regret it, and he even turned his head to fight him.

Zhong Xun knew why Chu Tingdong asked him to wait at home. Xiujing Street was very chaotic during the Chinese New Year period, and he couldn't guarantee whether he would encounter trouble or fight with others when he went out.

But he really couldn't stay any longer, and if he stayed for a few more minutes, he was afraid that he would fight Zhong Zhonglin first.

He went to the bedroom, put on his down jacket, picked up the scarf and keys, and left. Zhong Zhonglin didn't want him at home. He didn't want to celebrate the New Year with them, and he also had a boyfriend to accompany him.

Zhong Xun didn't tell Chu Tingdong, anyway, when Chu Tingdong sent him a message later, he just went downstairs and waited for him.

Just come out of the house.

The night is very dark, the sound insulation of the corridor is not very good, and you can still hear the sound of every household playing a party.

He went downstairs and didn't know where to go. At this time, almost everyone was watching the Spring Festival Gala and having a reunion dinner at home. He put his hands in his pockets and walked down Xiujing Street.

On New Year's Eve, festive lanterns are hung all over the street, reflecting the white snow light.

他给楚听冬发消息，09:30、十点、10:30……楚听冬10:30回复他说已经上了大巴车，在来宁城的路上。

Then for more than half an hour, I didn't talk to him again.

Zhong Xun swiped open the screen several times, but it was still empty. He lowered his head and put the phone in his pocket, his messy and slightly curly hair fell down, blocking his eyelashes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He turned down the alley to the ice rink.

Chu Tingdong originally wanted to take the flight last night, but was told to change it. He simply bought a ticket for another flight, and took a few high-speed trains in between, which turned out to be faster.

But it had just snowed, and the bus on the way to Ningcheng was driving very slowly. He was tossed and turned for a whole day, and all the equipment on his body had run out of battery.

The car was stuffy and smelly, and the smell was terrible. Chu Tingdong got up to borrow it, and waited for the phone to turn on again. In fact, it didn't take long, but he sent a message to Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun didn't reply.

Made a few phone calls, but didn't answer.

Chu Tingdong frowned, and after getting off the car, he went directly to Zhong Xun's house to have a look.

Zhong Zhonglin and the others were very surprised that he would come back suddenly, especially Zhong Zhonglin, he had a complex expression on his face and didn't know how to treat Chu Tingdong, but because of his ex-wife, he still said: "It's good to be home, I'll heat up the New Year's Eve dinner. "

"No need, uncle." Chu Tingdong went to the bedroom to check, but Zhong Xun was not there, so he turned around and planned to leave.

"Going out so late?" Wu Yulan frowned and held him back, "If you don't stay at home during the Chinese New Year, what are you going to do?"

She gradually realized that she couldn't understand Chu Tingdong at all. Even if she hadn't seen him for many years, the blood relationship could not be erased. How could she be so estranged with her? She couldn't help but feel chilled.

Chu Tingdong's eyes were deep and dark, and he gently pushed her hand away.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't want to ask them why they didn't want to let Zhong Xun stay one more night, and he had to force him to leave.

He asked Zhong Xun to wait for him at home. If nothing happened, Zhong Xun would definitely not run away secretly.

Zhong Xun went to the ice rink to drag out all the fireworks he had bought before. In the group, Song Yijin and the others dragged him to play games, but he didn't go. He rode to the place by the river where he wanted to set off the fireworks.

He picked it for a long time, and felt that this place was the most suitable, with a wide view and a place to sit.

He waited until 11:30 to start setting off. He set off a string of firecrackers first, then lit them one by one in a row, and then ran away, hiding behind the abandoned cement pipes on the roadside, squatting in the snow to watch, and the fireworks rose into the air with rustle. , reflecting the dark night.

Countless beams of bright fireworks bloomed in the thick night, with different colors, just like the fireworks he set off for Chu Tingdong at the Internet cafe, reflected brilliantly in his pupils.

Zhong Xun raised his head and kept staring at the vigorous fireworks in the night, his eyes were sore from staring, and he felt a little stinging, and the shaking was uncomfortable, but he still didn't move away.

Ning Cheng was very cold in the middle of the night. After squatting for a while, his hands and feet became cold, and he got up to continue to put it on. He didn't care about the mobile phone that was placed aside. He heard a few rings, but he didn't look at it.

He waited all day and didn't want to wait any longer. At first he thought that Chu Tingdong would come back in the morning, but there was no news until noon, and now it's been half the night, and it will be midnight soon.

It's better for Chu Tingdong to tell him directly that he can't come back.

He kept waiting, as if there was no end, just like that New Year's Eve for many years, he couldn't tell how many times it got dark.

Zhong Xun took a cigarette in his mouth, his fingers were stiff from the cold, he paused for a few moments before he lighted the cigarette, he lowered his head and took a puff, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were inexplicably blurred.

He remembered that on the way here, he met Song Yiling and a boy he didn't know in front of the Internet cafe. Song Yiling would definitely not be able to go home during the Chinese New Year, so he probably wanted to have a room with that boy.

There was a bloody smell in his throat, thinking that if he went to sleep with any random man, Chu Tingdong would definitely die of anger, but just thinking about it made him sick to the point of nausea.

Forget it.

Zhong Xun almost finished setting off all the fireworks. He didn't stop until he was tired. He sat on a chair by the side of the road and watched the last bunch of fireworks suddenly light up and fall in the night.

Chu Tingdong didn’t find him when he went to the ice rink, so he thought he would come here. When he passed by, he saw fireworks rising from the night, one after another. He looked for him in this direction, and when he looked up, he saw Zhong Xun in the snow.

Zhong Xun also heard footsteps behind him.

He didn't know what time it was, it felt like it was already past twelve, he thought that he would definitely be unable to control himself and would yell at Chu Tingdong, but now he didn't have any hysterical impulse.

Chu Tingdong grabbed his cold wrist, and he stood up, his feet were so numb that he couldn't stand still, Chu Tingdong stretched out his hand to support him.

Zhong Xun didn't know what to say, he was just a little at a loss.

"The fireworks are all over, I'm sorry," Zhong Xun's complexion was pale with cold, and the corners of his eyes were a little red from the cold. He raised his eyelashes and looked at Chu Tingdong. Chu Tingdong's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to talk to him. Talking, he turned his head, "Are you going to scold me, I know I shouldn't run out alone, but luckily I didn't meet anyone at night, please come and find me."

The last cluster of fireworks has also been burned.

"You go home, everyone should be waiting for you," Zhong Xun bent over the lying silkworm, "I'll go to the Internet cafe for one night, and I won't go back. Song Yijin and the others have all left, and there is no one in the shop."

Zhong Xun didn't eat much all day. Although Chu Tingdong told him not to wait, he still couldn't help but want to wait. He agreed to have a barbecue with Chu Tingdong in the evening, and he still had a belly.

As a result, his stomach hurts from hunger now, his face is getting paler, but the circles of his eyes are red, and his back is covered with thin sweat in the cold winter months.

"Shall I... go first?" Zhong Xun raised his head, pulled away his wrist, and whispered hesitantly.

"I'm sorry." Chu Tingdong didn't interrupt him, wanting him to finish speaking in one breath without holding back, but his heart ached from being told, his whole body was slightly stiff, and his breathing seemed to have stopped. lips, before reaching out to hug him.

Zhong Xun was trembling a little, he almost had a fever, his forehead was hot, and his eye sockets were also hot.

The clock chiming the time in the distance rang, and it was exactly zero o'clock. Chu Tingdong hugged him tightly and leaned over to his ear.

In the sound of fireworks bursting suddenly by the riverside, I said to him: "Happy New Year, Xiao Xun."

Zhong Xun's eyes became hot, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Chu Tingdong took his hand and went back to the ice rink, which is not too far from the ice rink. When passing by a convenience store, he bought him a hot water bottle and put it in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Xun's body gradually warmed up, Chu Tingdong went to get him some dumplings from the small pot in the security room, he took a bowl and ate a few with his head down, and saw Chu Tingdong turn on the lights of the ice rink .

Chu Tingdong didn't explain, but rubbed his head, and whispered to him, "Wait for me."

Zhong Xun watched him walking back and forth blankly, Chu Tingdong didn't know how to get Pan Yu's key, opened the warehouse door, and took out a pair of skates.

Then he pulled Zhong Xun, handed him the hot water bottle again, and asked him to sit on the chair next to the ice surface.

Zhong Xun was still in a daze, but his heart beat like a drum for a moment.

Chu Tingdong borrowed the ice rink equipment from Pan Yu before. He turned on all the headlights, put on his skates, and adjusted the sound. Zhong Xun fell countless times, and only heard the familiar prelude, he knew it was the " Aphrodite at Sea".

He didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Chu Tingdong, but Chu Tingdong was already close to the ice surface. The moment his ice blade touched the ice surface, Zhong Xun held his breath along with him.

But Chu Tingdong slid up without the slightest hesitation. It was just a simple skating, and Zhong Xun could tell that it looked much better than his previous clumsy posture.

Although he couldn't tell exactly what was different, his eyes were already moist.

Chu Tingdong didn't go for the quadruple jump, he was not sure yet, he didn't want to fall in front of Zhong Xun, especially at night, when he saw his embarrassed side.

But he can still pick up the triple axel.

Except when Pan Yuan taught him before, this was the first time Zhong Xun watched a figure skating performance at such a close distance.

He stared blankly at Chu Tingdong, and met Chu Tingdong's eyes every time he jumped. Chu Tingdong didn't have a serious face like he did during the competition, but when he met his gaze, his eyes were deep and gentle.

Zhong Xun stared at his ice blade, almost shocked.

It's as if the photo he took came true. In the photo where the crevasse in the ice was taken as the shadow of a school of fish, he actually placed a pair of skates on the ice, and the light refracted from the ice blade was reflected in the crevasse.

He was like a fish swimming under the ice, he raised his head and saw a gleam of light refracted from the ice blade, and he couldn't move his eyes any longer.

When Chu Tingdong slid in front of him, he hadn't reacted yet, his lips were slightly parted, and he was even a little dizzy.

"Didn't you say you want me to show you the slide next time?" Chu Tingdong leaned down towards him, and raised the corners of his lips at him.

Zhong Xun was still staring at his face, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse, the corners of his eyes were still red, he raised his head to look at Chu Tingdong, and murmured to him for the first time in such a serious way: "You are in my heart , has always been a world champion."

After speaking, he felt that it was not enough, and he couldn't do it in his heart. He hoped that it would become true in the future.

But Chu Tingdong already understood, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and pulled off the sweater covering his wrist, in fact, Zhong Xun had vaguely seen something just now, only now did he realize that it was really gauze.

Chu Tingdong removed the gauze, revealing a little blood, Zhong Xun lowered his head again, and froze on the spot.

Chu Tingdong added a pair of fluffy puppy ears to the writing, next to the letters. At first he wanted to add Zhong Xunhua's two villains, but the wrist part was not easy to add.

Zhong Xun's eyelashes trembled, and a tear rolled down his face. It seemed that it was no longer a retirement day, but his birthday.

Instead of gloomy and gloomy, a string of cold-toned numbers has become lovely and bright.

In fact, Chu Tingdong doesn't think Zhong Xun is clumsy, even if Zhong Xun is not good enough in skating, it is hard for him not to be touched. Compared with technique, this is also the charm of figure skating.

He wasn't motivated by Zhong Xun either, as Zhong Xun said, he could do it with such a stupidity, he was once a champion, why not?

He just wanted to be brave.

Chu Tingdong knew very well that he had missed the best stage, whether it was old injuries or physical development, it was impossible for him to compare with his past self.

But he still couldn't stop his heart from moving slightly.

"If there is such a day," Chu Tingdong caressed his cheek with his palm, smiled at him, and said in a low voice, "That also belongs to you."

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