My reunion with you is a belated confession

The living room was kept spotless.

Pushing open the door of He Mingsheng's bedroom, it was as if the memories that had been dusty for a long time were opened, and all of them flooded into my mind in an instant.

It was the first time he entered He Mingsheng's room, and it was the first time he knew that this person was far from being indifferent as he appeared on the surface, and he cared about the people around him, the likes of his classmates, teachers, and parents' praise.

It's just that gentle people may not be treated gently, so He Mingsheng kept his gentleness, but he never took the initiative to approach anyone.

"What are you doing in a daze, go lie down and have a rest first, I'll cook, we'll eat here at noon." He Mingsheng asked again before waiting for an answer, "Huh?"

Xingheng went straight to He Mingsheng's wardrobe.

Open it, there is no accident inside, both his and He Mingsheng's clothes are still there.

There is no stale smell for many years, and there is still a faint fragrance.Presumably He Mingsheng took care of it, and He Mingsheng was always a gentle and considerate person from the beginning.

I just don't know if the clothes can still be worn after four years.

Compared with four years ago, he seems to have grown a bit taller, from 175 to 178.

"Brother, I've grown taller." Xingheng looked at the wardrobe and said suddenly.

He Mingsheng didn't have any doubts, but approached, said "um" to the side, then raised his hand to pull the clothes inside, and said, "I've grown too."

"I've grown by three centimeters." Xing Heng raised his eyes, looking at He Mingsheng arrogantly.

He Mingsheng raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and smiled: "Is that a coincidence or a coincidence, I also grew three centimeters, now 187."

Xingheng was slightly taken aback, thinking: What kind of damn destiny is this!

Pretending to be angry: "What, I thought our height difference could be shortened a little bit, but there is no way to cross the nine centimeters, right? I said standing in front of you, why didn't I feel it!"

He Mingsheng paused, with a calm expression: "It's not impossible."

"Huh?" Xing Heng asked: "Do you have a panacea or do you want to take advantage of the Chinese New Year to put me under the door?"

He Mingsheng leaned closer to Xingheng's ear, and whispered, "I'll give you a chance to attack me, and make up for the nine centimeters difference."

As if a bomb was suddenly placed all over his body, Xingheng jumped away suddenly, blushing, with eyes full of disbelief, trembling: "Brother...you you you, you say what?"

He Mingsheng leaned against the closet, raised his hand and unbuttoned the neckline, but he didn't look frivolous, and was even sexy and charming.

Xingheng backed away, backed to the edge of the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, stared at the shoes in a daze, clenched his hands tightly, twirling his index fingers together, and after a while he slowly opened his mouth: "I always thought I'm the one below, never thought..."

Not thinking about anything, Xingheng waited for a while before speaking: "Brother...I didn't think...for you..., I...I Won't......"

With a sound of "bang dang", Xingheng looked towards the source of the sound, and saw He Mingsheng with a look of astonishment on his face, holding a small notebook in his hand. Under Xingheng's gaze, "paji" fell into the big box that was pulled out .

In this situation, Xingheng realized that he was really thinking about this problem just now!

"You...were you just joking?"

He Mingsheng squatted down, looked at the things in the box, and smiled lightly against his lips: "If you really think about it, I can do it."

After speaking, go to the things in the box.

Xingheng looked over and realized that He Mingsheng's ears were a little red.

Wei Wei sat up, looking at the visibly flustered He Mingsheng, Xing Heng smiled.

In fact, it's no wonder he thought about it so carefully, and he couldn't laugh at He Mingsheng's red ears, because the two of them never mentioned anything about this matter.

I don't know He Mingsheng's attitude towards this matter, but at least as far as he is concerned, it seems logical that he feels the one below him.

If you want to ask why, it is probably really the nine centimeter height difference that cannot be opened.

"What are you thinking about?" He Mingsheng raised his head again, returning to his normal expression.

"I was thinking, why do you think I'm only nine centimeters?" Xing Heng said seriously, but it was difficult for He Mingsheng, and he was completely stunned.

It took me a long time to say: "Without growing up, nine centimeters...is very big."

"Oh, is that so?"

"En." He Mingsheng didn't want to say more, otherwise, based on his understanding of Xingheng, if he continued to talk about it, he would have to take off his pants and compare the size, so he changed the subject: "Come and see."

Only then did Xingheng get up, and slowly walked to the box step by step.

It was only when he saw the pencil case inside that he remembered what he was doing when he opened the closet just now.

"You haven't used this red pen again, why is there still water?" Xingheng picked up a pen from the box full of things, stroked it twice on the back of his hand, and asked when he saw that the water still came out .

"Ah."

A simple "um" without too much explanation, but Xingheng's heart moved slightly when he heard it.

What kind of thought did He Mingsheng have at that time, that he kept the pen that he had painted the little red flower so well.

"Brother, stretch out your hand." Xing Heng squatted on the ground, looking at He Mingsheng with bright eyes.

He Mingsheng stretched out his hand, but kept staring at Xingheng.

The emotions in the eyes flow, some are touched, some are touched, and some are moved.

Back in time, Xingheng raised his head and said to He Mingsheng: "I will draw you a little red flower once I see you in the future."

Corresponding to the present, Xingheng squatted in front of He Mingsheng, just like four years ago: "The little red flower that owes you, I will make it up to you slowly in the future."

Different promises, but got the same answer: "OK."

It doesn't need any drawing skills, it's just a very simple little red flower of a primary school student.

Looking at the pattern drawn on his hand, Xingheng suddenly leaned over and gently kissed He Mingsheng's hand.

"Brother, I love you very much."

"Ok, I know."

He has always known that Xingheng's liking for him has never been shy, and he has restrained it, but he does not hide it.

After lunch, Xing Heng lay on He Mingsheng's bed.Sucking the smell of the quilt, everything seemed to have not changed, he didn't know how He Mingsheng managed to restore it like this.

I don't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he was curled up in He Mingsheng's arms.

No one would believe him when he said it, but he actually felt that he was a little bit of a little bird.

His head was facing the window, and snowflakes fell outside at some point.

This winter seems to be particularly fond of snow.

Xingheng moved his body, trying to face He Mingsheng.

The people around him felt his movement and loosened the confinement, but there was no sign of waking up at all.

Xingheng suddenly thought of teasing, raised his head and kissed He Mingsheng's Adam's apple.

A pair of big hands suddenly imprisoned Xingheng's hand, the movement was too fast, and Xingheng suddenly raised his head in shock.

A pair of dark eyes were bottomless, with a fierce look, Xing Heng was shocked when he saw it.

But in just a few seconds, He Mingsheng's eyes returned to their original state.

Leaning against Xingheng's neck, the voice was hoarse after waking up: "Don't sleep again?"

"Snowing."

Xing Heng answered the wrong question, but He Mingsheng didn't hesitate, but nodded: "Yes."

After stretching his muscles and bones, He Mingsheng hugged Xingheng again and asked, "What's for dinner?"

Xingheng smiled and said, "Brother, you're almost turning me into a pig."

"Well, this is my first New Year's wish, I've already thought about it." He Mingsheng pinched the flesh on Xingheng's stomach: "Too thin."

It is true that he is not fat. Although Xingheng likes to eat meat, he was not a fat person in the past. Because of his spirit and mood, his whole body is a little weak. Every time He Mingsheng hugs him, he can feel that he is only thin and thin through the down jacket. of a rod.

He Mingsheng's embrace seemed to have supernatural powers, Xingheng seemed to hear He Mingsheng calling him in a daze, probably to go out or something, and he didn't know anything at all.

It was just the cold touch on his forehead, he knew that He Mingsheng had kissed him before leaving.