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The warm and close breath made Song Xingfei's body tremble. He frowned helplessly, but he couldn't help smiling when he saw Jiang Chongyuan's eyes full of expectation:

"What's the rush? I'll tell you tonight."

Jiang Chongyuan pouted his nose in a bit of disappointment, lowered his head and sighed, "Okay, but Brother Fei wants to give two gifts, I got No.1 today."

Song Xingfei's smile deepened: "Have you heard the story of the river god and the woodcutter?"

Jiang Chongyuan pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes seemed to be glued to Song Xingfei's face, he actually felt that Song Xingfei's appearance today was particularly attractive.

It's just that Song Xingfei didn't realize what Jiang Chongyuan was thinking in his heart, and thought that Jiang Chongyuan was a little disappointed by what he said.

Song Xingfei comforted: "Okay, think about what to eat tonight, my champion."

After thinking about it, Song Xingfei said again: "I heard that there is a new restaurant opened on Changming Road, a holy place for young people to check in."

Jiang Chongyuan's light amber eyes moved slightly, and asked, "Where did Brother Fei see it?"

Song Xingfei smiled awkwardly: "... Dianping."

"Brother Fei, do you want to take me to dinner?" Jiang Chongyuan's expression was a little hesitant, and he couldn't see a hint of happiness: "Brother Fei, if you help me celebrate my birthday, can I choose the place?"

"Okay, you choose."

"Brother Fei, tell the driver to go home first. I'll take you somewhere tonight." Jiang Chongyuan's expression was very mysterious, and Song Xingfei couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Song Xingfei said with a smile.

……

After the closing ceremony of the sports meeting, Song Xingfei rejected the invitations of several leaders one after another, saying that he had important things to do and would definitely do it another day.

After a few false starts, the sky was getting late, and a translucent moon was faintly visible in the smoky blue mist.

Song Xingfei came to the place he had made an appointment with Jiang Zhongyuan. Jiang Zhongyuan was playing with his mobile phone silently with his head down, looking bored.

Song Xingfei said shyly, "Sorry, I'm late."

Jiang Chongyuan put away his phone, raised his head and smiled at Song Xingfei: "Brother Fei is never too late, I will always wait."

Song Xingfei's cheeks were inexplicably hot, and he looked away unnaturally, and asked lightly: "Didn't you say you want to take me somewhere? Let's go."

The smile in Jiang Chongyuan's eyes gradually solidified, and he was not very satisfied with Song Xingfei's deliberate avoidance, but he was only silent for a few seconds, and calmly said:

"it is good."

Song Xingfei walked a few steps before being stopped by Jiang Chongyuan, "Wait."

"This is for you."

Jiang Chongyuan came up, hung the medal in his arms around Song Xingfei's neck, and said with a smile:

"I haven't given Feige a gift yet. I got it with my own hard work. I hope Feige won't hold it back."

Song Xingfei was a little surprised: "You just got this, it means a lot to you, why did you give it to me?"

Jiang Chongyuan smiled: "Meaning is given by people. For me, it is more meaningful to stay here with Brother Fei."

The school made the medals very exquisitely, small and convenient yet aesthetically pleasing. The surface layer has been carved and polished by craftsmen with a shimmering light, like some kind of priceless gemstone.

Song Xingfei likes its design very much, even if it is worn on the body, it will not violate the harmony.

"I love so much."

Song Xingfei said.

"Well, in exchange, Brother Fei should also promise me a condition?"

Song Xingfei raised his head: "What conditions?"

"When I was young, my grandma would make dumplings for me every birthday. After my grandma passed away, I didn't eat them again. I want to try that taste again."

Jiang Chongyuan looked at Song Xingfei expectantly: "Brother Fei, can you make it for me?"

Song Xingfei was a little surprised by Jiang Chongyuan's request, he didn't expect that the conditions Jiang Chongyuan said were just that.

"But Chong Yuan, I won't." Song Xingfei was a little embarrassed, but still said the truth.

"It's okay, I can teach you." Jiang Chongyuan paused for a moment after finishing speaking, and asked with some concern:

"Is Brother Fei unwilling to agree to my request?"

Song Xingfei said bluntly: "Of course not."

Jiang Chongyuan's eyes smiled into two crescents, and he said with joy, "Thank you Brother Fei."

After Song Xingfei went to the car to get the cake, he asked the driver to go back first, then turned to Jiang Chongyuan and said, "Let's go."

……

Jiang Chongyuan took out the key to open the door, and Song Xingfei stood behind him and asked, "Chongyuan, is this your home?"

Jiang Chongyuan hummed, then turned to Song Xingfei and said:

"It was my home when I was a child. After my mother passed away, I seldom came back. I came back occasionally to see it. I didn't want these furniture to fall into dust."

Song Xingfei nodded, even if he didn't ask, he knew that Jiang Chongyuan had a deep affection for this house. There were fresh fruits on the coffee table, and the floor and furniture were spotless. It seemed that Jiang Chongyuan had just returned not long ago.

Jiang Chongyuan walked towards the kitchen with the bag, and said to himself:

"Brother Fei was the first person I brought to this house. I just came back to clean the room not long ago, but I still dare not spend the night here alone. Even if I deliberately create a homely atmosphere, I can't deceive myself."

His eyes were very calm when he spoke, and Song Xingfei could see neither sadness nor expectation in his eyes, it seemed that he was just stating an ordinary matter.

"Brother Fei, you made a mistake." Jiang Chongyuan glanced at Song Xingfei and said with a little disgust.

Only then did Song Xingfei come back to his senses, and found that he had unknowingly kneaded the dumplings into dough pancakes.

Jiang Chongyuan's fingers were very slender, and he spread out the dumpling skin methodically in his palm, dug out a small ball of meat filling with a spoon, and kneaded it into a good-looking dumpling in two or three strokes.

Although it was said that they were making dumplings together, Song Xingfei really didn't do much to help except chop the stuffing and add seasonings.

Jiang Chongyuan patiently taught Song Xingfei what to do, but Song Xingfei's hands just didn't listen, his eyes learned but his hands didn't.

"Look, the shape this time seems to be almost the same as yours," Song Xingfei said.

In the end, Jiang Chongyuan smiled and sighed helplessly, so he had no choice but to go to the battle himself and teach Song Xingfei how to pinch the edge of the dumpling wrapper:

"Come on, Brother Fei, I'll teach you."

Before Song Xingfei could speak, he felt the heat of Jiang Chongyuan's body, and leaned close to his back, holding Song Xingfei's hands with a pair of slender and beautiful hands, with gentle and delicate movements.

The hour hand turned much slower, and Song Xingfei could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

Suddenly, Jiang Chongyuan let go of his hand very badly, and wiped Song Xingfei's cheek with his flour-sticky fingers.

Song Xingfei was stunned for a moment, and laughed at Jiang Chongyuan's childishness. Jiang Chongyuan also laughed with him, and kept avoiding Song Xingfei's "revenge".

The two went all the way to the living room, Song Xingfei wiped some flour on Jiang Chongyuan's face when he turned around, Jiang Chongyuan innocently yelled: "Brother Fei, you are bullying."

"Obviously you started the trouble, but why did the villain file the complaint first?"

Song Xingfei couldn't stand Jiang Chongyuan's expression the most, like a bullied little rabbit, he said helplessly, "Come here, I'll wipe it off for you."

"You liar, your hands are full of flour, how can you wipe it for me?" Jiang Chongyuan dodged like a loach, he looked at Song Xingfei firmly and said, "You must still want to make a face on me."

Song Xingfei took out some tissues from the coffee table, shook them with his hand and said, "Let's reply now."

Jiang Chongyuan finally calmed down, and sat on the sofa obediently with his face up for Song Xingfei to wipe.

"Feigo."

Jiang Chongyuan stared intently at Song Xingfei, narrowed his eyes, and smiled very innocently:

"You have beautiful eyes."

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