tall rose

The taxi took Yang Shengxiazang directly to the entrance of the community.

I don't know if it's because he didn't come back after a long time, or because he didn't wake up, Xia Zang looked dazed.

Yang Sheng simply took his arm, supported him and walked together.

It may be time for a nap at this moment, there is no one around the community, and the swing swings alone in the cold wind.

Xia Zang, who was still dazed at first, became excited, and slowly revealed a smile of reminiscence. They all walked the swing for a long way, and the smile on Xia Zang's face hadn't completely dissipated.

"What are you thinking, laughing so happily?" Yang Sheng asked.

"Well, I suddenly thought of something from my childhood." Xia Zang tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, but he didn't, "I forgot that evening, I happened to pass by the swing after school, and there were children sitting on it and swinging, you just Stand on the open space next to it and watch. Wait until someone jumps off and walks away, then you go over and shake yourself."

"It's really cute and cute, but it's a pity that I didn't know much about it back then."

"You don't know much about the goods, you still stand there and watch for a long time." Yang Sheng teased, his side face was slightly stained with blush.

"That's why I've never seen anyone swinging on a swing." Xia Zang said seriously, "If you're free these two days, you can also go on a swing. I can just stand by and watch for a while."

"Your hobby is also very special." Yang Sheng pursed his lips and smiled unconsciously, "What if I can't catch other children? The swing set is the most popular entertainment facility in the community."

"I'm thick-skinned, so I'll grab it for you." Xia Zang said, "If you buy a house in the future, you can build one in the house. If you like it, you can hang around every day."

"In the future?" Yang Sheng slyly extracted the key words.

Xia Zang was a little embarrassed, but still responded calmly: "Well, in the future."

The home is on the third floor of No.20, take the elevator up.

After getting out of the elevator, he dawdled and let go of his hands, adjusted his mood and breathing a little, and Yang Sheng knocked on the door.

It was still the mother who opened the door, and when she saw Yang Sheng, she frowned and said, "Why did you delay coming back until now?"

Xia Zang rushed to answer for Yang Sheng: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I was too slow."

The mother looked away, tried her best to smile naturally: "Xiao Zang, it's good that you're back."

Xia Zang secretly tugged on the corner of Yang Sheng's clothes, Yang Sheng shook his head slightly at him, and smiled at his mother in a blink of an eye: "Then let's go pack the luggage first, we have already eaten lunch outside."

"Mom, go and rest."

"That's okay, be gentle, don't disturb your father and your sister." The mother told Yang Sheng a few words, and then looked at Xia Zang with a light smile, "Xiao Zang, it's rare for you to come back, and Auntie doesn't have anything to entertain you." Yes, I'm really sorry."

"I'm the one who bothered you, Auntie." Xia Zang nodded.

If he didn't know that his boyfriend is straightforward, Yang Sheng would definitely applaud such a very decent retort and sarcasm.

The smile on Guozhen's mother froze instantly, she waved her hand and took two steps back: "Then don't stand outside, it's cold outside."

After entering the house, Yang Sheng lowered his head to find slippers for Xia Zang, and said to his mother casually: "Mom, you go and take care of the little sister, don't worry about us."

After scanning around, he didn't find many plush slippers. Yang Sheng dropped the bag in his hand and handed the plush slippers on the shoe rack to Xia Zang, then bent down to open the shoe cabinet, and found a pair of summer cool Drag yourself to put on.

"You get along pretty well." The mother stood beside the Eight Treasures Stand, and glanced coldly at the two brothers who were pushing a pair of slippers at the entrance.

"Well, because Yang Sheng is very cute." Xia Zang couldn't give in to Yang Sheng, and said in a slightly annoyed and pitiful tone.

Yang Sheng's eyes widened instantly: Brother, wake up, the person you're talking to right now is my mother!not me!

Fortunately, the mother whose tail was stepped on turned around and went to the nursery of her younger sister. Yang Sheng sighed for her old man's deteriorating acting skills, but at the same time felt helpless for Xia Zang's rough nerves.

"Brother, isn't my mother really boasting that we have a good relationship." Yang Sheng said in a low voice, walked around behind Xia Zang and closed the door, and squeezed his arms twice as if to vent his anger.

"But you are really cute." Xia Zangyou said with a smile as Yang Sheng made a fuss.

There was no one around at the moment, Yang Sheng was still looking left and right. After making sure, he pecked at the corner of Xia Zang's mouth.

"Go to my room." Yang Sheng said.

Xia Zang rarely refused: "No, go to my room."

Yang Sheng raised his eyebrows: "The rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins depends on whoever wins."

Then, Yang Sheng lost in a rare way.

Xia Zang shook his scissors hands triumphantly: "Acceptance, acquiescence."

Yang Sheng took his luggage bag and went to...Xia Zang's room without looking back.

Inexplicably, he is also familiar with the road, oh, yes, he sleepwalked for a month before, so he is familiar with the road.

Xia Zang quickly followed him, and put his arms around his shoulders, "Open the door."

"Trust me so much?" Yang Sheng stretched out his hand to press the doorknob, and twisted it lightly.

In the sound of "squeaks", Xia Zang said: "You have already done the bed test for me, so you must trust me."

Hey, blatantly connoting him.

Enter the door, put the bag, and then lock the house habitually.

When Yang Sheng came back to his senses, Xia Zang had already reached the side of the bookcase and was rummaging around for something.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Sheng couldn't see it clearly, so Yang Sheng had no choice but to help tear off the bed cover and throw it on the low sofa beside him.

The color of the bed is gray-blue as usual, and it is estimated that the mother used the quilt left by Natsuzang before to arrange it for him.

Yang Sheng threw himself onto the bed, thinking that when he returned to the rental house after the year, he should wash the quilt and replace it with a light and thin style.

Xia Zang quickly hugged the booklet and sat beside Yang Sheng.

"Hmm..." Yang Sheng supported the bed and sat up, "What is this?"

"Album." Xia Zang showed the cover to Yang Sheng, and then unfolded it on his lap, "Look?"

Yang Sheng leaned over and rested his chin on Xia Zang's shoulder.

It was a half-hugging posture, and from this angle, he could clearly see a certain snow-white ball on the first page of the album.

Xia Zang quickly turned over the first few pages, and Yang Sheng quickly pressed them down.

"I haven't seen it clearly, brother." Yang Sheng clasped Xia Zang's hand, and said in a coquettish tone, "Didn't you say you want to show me?"

"These few pages are not good!" Xia Zang regretted his recklessness.

"Brother—don't be so stingy, I've seen you all, haven't you..." Yang Sheng stepped up his coquetry, but he didn't want his boyfriend to give him a chance to continue casting spells, so he turned around and blocked his lips. up.

"Shut up!" Xia Zang threatened, wrinkling his nose and licking the corner of his mouth.

"But I really want to read those pages." Yang Sheng said aggrievedly, "This request is not too much..."

The last "ba" quickly hooked up the crying voice, Xia Zang didn't eat hard and soft, but he was so afraid that Yang Sheng would act coquettishly and feel wronged.

All right, all right, all right, he asked for it anyway.

Xia Zang flipped through the photo album resignedly, thinking that his childhood black history was read by his boyfriend, and it wasn't a big deal...it's a big deal...

"puff."

"Don't laugh!"

"I'm sorry, but it's really...so cute, you look like a glutinous rice dumpling."

The little hamster, who is a dumpling himself, laughed so hard, oh, he has a lot of twitches now.

Xia Zang watched someone laugh idiotically at those photos over and over again, and couldn't help but recall the snapshot that Mr. Qiao showed him at the sports meeting.

Well, sure enough, I have to find a chance to trouble Haoyue, no matter what, he has to get that photo and save it!

Gradually, Yang Sheng got used to Xia Zang's reduced N size, and began to carefully flip through each one, page by page. When Xia Zang turned to look at him, he found his dark eyes were calm and affectionate.

"It's so amazing." Yang Sheng flipped the booklet backwards. In the photo, Xia Zang went from waking up in the cradle to toddling, and then running vigorously, shaking his head at the poetry list on the wall.

He grows so slowly, day by day, month by month, year by year; and he grows so fast, flipping through photos one by one, he grows from glutinous rice dumpling to a little boy in a blink of an eye.

This is before Yang Sheng met Xia Zang, when Xia Zang was a child.

That period of life that Yang Sheng had no chance to participate in.

I don't know if it was done on purpose, but in these photos, there are single or two people, but the uncle has never been seen.

Yang Sheng saw that aunt, the lady who spoke as briskly as Xia Zang and had a soft tail.

Xia Zang obviously looks more like an uncle, but his demeanor and demeanor make him look like his aunt's own son.

"Auntie is very beautiful." Yang Sheng said sincerely.

The blue sky, the fragrant grass, the young mother in a white dress is holding her immature son in her arms, like a mural on a church, so holy and beautiful that people dare not have the desire to destroy it.

"Well, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Xia Zang said with a smile.

It can be seen that Xia Zang really loves and cares about Auntie.

Before meeting Yang Sheng, Xia Zang must have been the happiest child in the world.

For no reason, Yang Sheng felt a little lonely and distressed.

If he hadn't met him, would Xia Zang have a more fulfilling life?

And Xia Zang quickly flipped through these pages for him, reminding him softly, "Look at the back."

Alas, Xia Zang always understood him and was always afraid that he would be sad.

Occasionally, you also feel sorry for yourself, isn't it good?

Yang Sheng wanted to say that, but he knew that when he said it, Xia Zang had to jokingly take it away.

Or pretend to be angry, saying that he can only think about it all day.

Soon the page numbers froze, and the front page flew over like a butterfly. Yang Sheng saw a photo of two people among a bunch of thin photos of single people who almost didn't have any smiles.

It was taken after my mother and uncle got married and took them to a photo studio.

Yang Sheng remembered that the young man in the peaked cap lowered his voice to tease the child: "Smile, yes, don't laugh too much, smile slightly, smile slightly. Hey, look, what handsome boys!"

In fact, when the official photos came out, the two of them didn't look very energetic, and their smiles were so stiff that they were under duress.

At that time, Yang Sheng was indeed half a head shorter than Xia Zang, so they could be seen more clearly when taking pictures side by side.

But anyway, there is a little smile, even if it is not sincere, it has become a bright embellishment.

"Oh, I really miss that time when you obediently called me brother." Xia Zang sighed suddenly, "Now that I have grown up, my temper has gone astray, and my brother doesn't listen to what he says."

Yang Sheng stared at the side of his face earnestly and remained silent.

Xia Zang, who sighed for a while, felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, turned his face and asked, "Why are you silent all of a sudden?"

"Be obedient, brother." Yang Sheng's voice was soft and sweet, and the smile on his face was innocent and harmless.

Xia Zang took a deep breath in an instant: "I'm getting goosebumps, yelling."

"But brother, your face is so red too." Yang Sheng continued to squeeze his voice resolutely, and squeezed against Xia Zang, "Can I kiss you, brother?"

"Brother wants to cut you." Xia Zang gave up on himself. At first he was so shy that he wanted to close his eyes, but his boyfriend's facial features were magnified in front of his eyes, making him look extraordinarily good-looking.

"Brother, you don't love me anymore, you still want to cut me." Hearing this, the little heartless man immediately pouted his lips and turned his face, but still didn't back down, relying on his good looks and shamelessly rubbed against him.

Xia Zang had no choice but to put the photo album that was in the way aside first, then pushed the little heartless one into his arms, and patted it gently.

The down jacket is fluffy, but it is not strong enough to shoot, but the sound is quite loud.

In a moment, Xiao Wuxin seized the handle: "Look, look, it's still shooting!"

"The villain should sue first, this is you!" Xia Zang retorted, so anxious that he didn't even care about the order of words.

And the little heartless man took the opportunity to turn against the guest, and went downstream to put his hand into his clothes, grabbed the soft flesh around his waist and threw him down smoothly.

He suppressed it but stopped moving, leaning against Xia Zang's chest, wondering what to think.

Xia Zang then murmured brokenly: "Little heartless, little bastard, little rascal..."

The little heartless man didn't refute. He closed his eyes now, did he fall asleep?

Xia Zang subconsciously cleared his throat and called out, "Little boyfriend?"

"Well, I'm here." Yang Sheng closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth a lot.

There's really no way to get him.

Xia Zang groped and put his arms around his back, and said softly, "I'm going to put some more photos in the album, including yours and mine."

"My photo is so ugly...don't let it go." Yang Sheng muttered.

"Don't be modest." Xia Zang smiled, "My boyfriend looks good."

Thinking about that snapshot made my heart itch, and added: "It's very, very beautiful."

The author has something to say:

Yang Sheng's mother: You have to be clear, even if you come back now, this home will not be yours in the future.

Xia Zang: It doesn’t matter whether this family is mine or not, the important thing is that your son must be mine~

Yang Sheng thought he was on the fifth floor, seeing through all his mother's tricks; unexpectedly, his boyfriend was in the atmosphere.