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Jiang Chifeng accepted Mrs. Lin's "winter vacation" and returned to Lin's home with the two old people the next day.

Lin's house is in the old town, a little far away from Jiang's house. It usually takes half an hour's drive. During the Chinese New Year, there was a traffic jam, and the driver drove slowly. It took nearly an hour on the road to get there.

Arriving at the familiar small two-story villa, the driver parked the car at the door, and then drove the car into the garage.Jiang Chifeng helped Mrs. Lin walk in from the garden full of flowers and plants, and yawned a little sleepily.

Mrs. Lin seemed to be infected, and she yawned too, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Sitting in the car for a long time is a bit sleepy.

Jiang Chifeng laughed: "Grandma, I'll help you go back to your room and sleep for a while."

He is still in primary school at the moment, and he speaks more lively, which makes Mrs. Lin happy.

Mrs. Lin patted the back of his hand: "Don't sleep, it's almost noon, grandma will cook sugar porridge for you."

There is nothing Jiang Chifeng can do about Mrs. Lin's obsession with cooking every time he comes to the house, but Aunt Qin, who is in charge of the two elderly people's diet and daily life, knows how to cook and serve the meals by herself while following Mrs. Lin. table, so Jiang Chifeng didn't dissuade him, but responded with a smile: "Then I'm lucky."

Mrs. Lin narrowed her eyes with a smile, the tears in the corners of her eyes disappeared, and all the troubles in her body were swept away, as if the thought of making sugar porridge for her grandson gave her inexhaustible strength.

Mr. Lin, who was walking behind the two, shook his head with a smile, and followed slowly.

Handing Mrs. Lin to Aunt Qin, Jiang Chifeng sat down on the sofa and poured a cup of hot tea for Mr. Lin.

"What time does the company go to work?"

A common problem among elderly people is memory loss. When Mr. Lin asked the question he asked yesterday, Jiang Chifeng was not impatient, and answered in a warm voice: "The tenth day of the lunar new year." He smiled and said, "So I plan to live until the fifth day, and then go to my grandpa’s house until the tenth day.”

Mr. Lin nodded: "spend more time with your grandma, she is in better spirits when you are here."

He thought for a while and said: "You haven't lived at home for some days, go to the room to see if there is anything missing."

Jiang Chifeng often lives in Jiang's and Lin's homes, so he has a copy of his things no matter where they are. Even if he has moved out to live alone in the past two years, he has not reduced his time with the elderly.That is to say, I was too busy with work some time ago, so neither of them took care of it.

Jiang Chifeng got up: "I'll go and have a look."

The room is cleaned by a maid every day, so it is very clean, except that the quilt on the bed has been replaced with a new one, and other places look the same as when he left.

The wooden bookshelves are filled with various awards, from the outstanding class cadres of the three good students in the elementary school to the mathematics competitions, calligraphy competitions and piano competitions in middle and high schools. The framed certificates are neatly arranged, like soldiers waiting for review at any time.

There are also some differences.

New sweaters and overcoats have been added to the cloakroom, looking thick and warm.

The snack box next to the computer desk is full of his favorite dried fruits.

The toiletries in the bathroom have been replaced with new ones, which are still his usual brands, and a new roll of face towels has also been placed, obviously thinking that he will come in a few days, so everything has been carefully prepared.

A child who is loved by others will not lack anything, someone will pick the stars and the moon for you.

Jiang Chifeng shook his head and smiled, turned back to the room, and opened the window.

The head-on cold wind in winter carries a faint fragrance of flowers and plants. If you look around, you can see a few villas in a patchwork pattern. When your sight falls close, it is a rich dark green, with thin branches and leaves swaying in the cold wind.

The flowers and plants carefully cared for by the gardener are not afraid of the severe cold, but the red plums in the corner stand tall and proud, and the scattered oncidiums are also blooming lively. Against the backdrop of the green leaves, a piece of yellow is like Stars fell into it.

There are also some unnamed flowers and plants that look very energetic.

Jiang Chifeng took a few pictures with his mobile phone and wanted to post them on Moments.

Clicking on WeChat, I first saw a few pictures and a video sent by Wei Wenxing.

In City B, it seemed to snow all night.

There is a thick layer of white snow on the ground, and it is completely white when you look around. In the video, the snow is still falling, like catkins rising in the wind and falling gracefully.

In the photo, there is a big snowman with a chubby head and body, a red scarf around the neck, a carrot nose, black buttons for the eyes, and dry branches stretched out straight, as if to help The crooked hat on his head.

Compared with the little snowman that was pinched yesterday, this big snowman is like a finely crafted work of art.

Jiang Chifeng smiled and typed a reply.

[Little God of Nothing: It snows a lot today. ]

[No matter little fairy: The snowman is also very big. ]

[Hello: It was piled up by a few children in the neighbor's house. ]

Wei Wenxing's reply was quick and honest, and Jiang Chifeng gave his hands a pause when he planned to save the picture.

How silly of him, really, to think that this man would have the heart to build him a big, beautiful snowman.

Touching the calluses on his knuckles, Jiang Chifeng lost his mind for a moment, and then replied: "The pile is beautiful."

"When will you come back? You invite me to watch the snow, and I will treat you to a drink."

A few fine snowflakes were blown onto the screen of the phone by the wind. The moment Wei Wenxing saw the reply clearly, his heart beat uncontrollably, as if reminding him to respond quickly.

Wiping away the cold snow particles with his fingertips, Wei Wenxing recalled vaguely that day when the young master held his hand, it was warm and warm, and the moment his skin touched it warmed his heart.

"Chapter six." He typed out the reply word by word, "You pick the time, I can do it."

"it is good."

Jiang Chifeng curled his lips, clicked on Moments, chose the photo of the ugly little snowman last night and the garden he just took, and sent a Moments.

No matter little fairy: all things grow. [Image] [image]

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On the day of drinking, Jiang Chifeng chose the eighth day of the eighth day.When Wei Wenxing came back on the sixth day of the lunar new year, he had to rest for a day after the long and slow journey.

Jiang Chifeng seems to have a temperament that does not care about everything, but in fact, as long as he thinks about it, he is very considerate.This is what Shen Li said, but he has never met anyone who can make him think about these details, and finally met one, he really cares a little bit.He has been staying at Mr. Jiang’s house for the past two days. He made an appointment at 9:9 p.m. He left the house after dinner, went home, picked out clothes, changed clothes, looked in the mirror before going out when he was satisfied, went to Gujiu, and left at [-]:[-] Only ten minutes away.

Before Wei Wenxing arrived, Jiang Chifeng ordered a cup of heart-warming roses and chatted with Shen Li who was at the bar.After chatting for a few words, he looked at the door, Shen Li washed him a plate of strawberries, and teased him: "You might as well wait at the door."

"How can he have such a big face." Jiang Chifeng looked away, took a strawberry and ate it, "It's very sweet, where did you buy it?"

"It's the nearby supermarket." Shen Li glanced at him, "You are in a good mood and everything is sweet."

While talking, someone came in from the door, just cutting the song, the background sound suddenly quieted down, under the warm dim light, the man walked up unhurriedly, with a tall and straight figure, his eyebrows and eyes were slowly rendered by the warm light from the dark, It looks deeper, like the sea under the night, the color is dark and deep, with only a little sparkle in the eyes.

That sparkling light, impartial, fell on Jiang Chifeng.

"This way." Jiang Chifeng raised his hand with a smile in his eyes.

"Let me introduce you." Wei Wenxing sat down next to Jiang Chifeng, listened to the young master's voice, and looked at Shen Li, "This is my friend and the boss of the liquor store, Shen Li."

Shen Li smiled politely at him.

It was the handsome and gentle young man that night. The young boss had a handsome appearance, and he seemed to be a person who liked to laugh, just like the young master.

But the young master is more ostentatious, his eyes are like black glazed beads filled in clear water, clear and translucent, with a slight bend, the clear waves ripple out, making people feel happy when they look at it.

"This is Wei Wenxing."

The word "friend" passed in his mind, and Wei Wenxing said to Shen Ruo, "Hello."

"What do you want to drink?" Jiang Chifeng didn't introduce too much, and turned his head to look at Wei Wenxing, "Shall we go to the booth?"

"You can order, I can do it." Wei Wenxing hadn't been to bars very much before, and drinking with friends was only at dinner parties or at home with friends. It dates back to the last time I went to a bar, probably when I was a student and my roommate went outside the school. Qingba has a lot of knowledge, and the time is too long, so that he looks at the surrounding environment with some curiosity.

Follow Jiang Chifeng to the booth and sit down, watching Jiang Chifeng's wine and snack platters and fruit platters on the table. The light here is very dim. With the bursting drums, rhythmic keyboards and lingering singing, Wei Wenxing felt a little tipsy before he started drinking.

"Have you never been to a bar?" Jiang Chifeng poured him a drink, looked at his bright eyes, and caught the discomfort in his eyes, "Can you drink pure whiskey? Or add ice hockey or semi With ice?"

"I've never been to a bar like this before." Wei Wenxing glanced at the crystal clear amber in his glass, "Drink pure."

"Gujiu" is more lively than the Qing bar, and cleaner than the stereotyped disco. There is no enchanting and twisting body, only the wide garden stage filled with musical instruments and resident bands, and everyone gathered in the booth. It's friends who chat and drink. In addition to the programs arranged by the bar, there are also guests who come to sing or dance on the stage on a whim, and there seems to be a quiet place going up the spiral stairs.

Jiang Chifeng followed his gaze and said, "There is a private room upstairs. There are two of us. The private room is not interesting."

He clinked glasses with Wei Wenxing: "Next time I will invite some more friends, we will go to the private room to play, we can sing and play billiards."

Wei Wenxing raised his eyes to look at him, saying that this was only the third time they met, but Jiang Chifeng already regarded him as a good friend in both words and deeds, this unexplained intimacy and the clear and mellow wine flowed down his throat together Going down made his heart beat a few beats faster.

"Do you come here often?"