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Xia Zang was awakened by thirst.

When I opened my eyes, my throat was smoldering and sore, with the sweet and bitter taste of butter and the unprovoked smell of blood.

"Yang Sheng..." subconsciously called the most familiar name, Xia Zang sat up slowly propped up on the bed.

The room was empty and dark, and there was no sound outside the door. Xia Zang squinted his eyes and sat for a while, feeling dizzy with a headache.

Want to drink water, want to... Yang Sheng.

He finally remembered to turn on the light, and the white light poured down, making him feel much more comfortable.

Soon he saw the thermos cup by the bed, leaned over to pick it up, and there was a note underneath.

Seeming to have a premonition, Xia Zang didn't immediately pick up the note, but gently unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, poured water, and drank it.

The water is lukewarm and slightly sweet in the mouth.

After a drink or two, the hollowness in my stomach was felt.

I should find something to eat, but my head is so dizzy and my body hurts.

The remnants of safflower oil were pungent and he sneezed.

Put the lid on and put the cup back on the nightstand.

The note was not pressed, and the light-colored paper was outlined with black ink.

Like a bunch of crooked ants, they came to him in line, waiting for his inspection.

His stomach was uncomfortably empty, and nothing could save him through the clothes and flesh.

He should look at the note and get something to eat.

Ready to look at ten lines, but the sentence is concise and clear.

He remembered that Yang Sheng's hand was injured, and it would take a lot of effort to write even one sentence.

The words are indeed uglier than usual, and the college entrance examination cannot be written like this.

Xia Zang carefully held the note in his palm and lifted the quilt out of bed.

On the table, Yang Sheng's books disappeared; when he opened the closet, he only saw his old clothes that had faded and couldn't fit.

With great difficulty, he remembered that he still had a brick cell phone, searched all over the room, and finally found it beside his pillow.

The number of "boyfriend" is still on the top, he called, turned off the phone, but no one answered.

The door lock moved, but without raising his eyes, he knew that it was Xia Man who had entered.

"Are you awake?" Xia Man closed the door with his backhand.

Xia Zang squeezed the phone, his eyes were empty and lifeless, "You drove Yang Sheng away?"

"Just ask him to study in another place, and take it easy." Xia Man sat next to him, "If you want to eat something, I'll order takeaway."

"You drove Auntie away too?" Xia Zang murmured back, "Drive her away to monitor Yang Sheng?"

"That's not a good thing you two did!" Xia Man spat fiercely, "I really did something wrong in my previous life, and I will be yelled at by you in this life!"

Xia Zang listened to him swearing meaninglessly, it went in one ear and out the other.

The stomach began to hurt, not the kind of cramping, but a dull pain, as if something heavy was pressing on it, and I couldn't get it out.

And Xia Zang obviously didn't even eat, his stomach was empty and there was only a little water.

Subconsciously, he pressed to open the mobile game. He was shaking so badly that the buttons were not stable.

The historical records of Snake Eating were all written by Yang Sheng. He read them one by one, and silently recited each number in his heart.

But the trembling and stomach pain didn't ease, but worsened.

Xia Man stopped beeping, put his hand on his shoulder, and called out tentatively, "Xia Zang?"

"Get lost." Xia Zang curled up, his knuckles turning white while holding the brick machine.

Xia Man didn't move, "I care about you, why are you talking to me?"

"I'll let you go!" Xia Zang roared, his head buzzed after the roar, his whole body was on strike, and he curled up even more.

To no avail.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving, you should be happy when I'm gone! Really, you didn't know that the pot is made of iron until you've been starving for two days!"

The door was slammed shut again. On the thirtieth year, Xia Man redecorated his house. Anyway, he was rich, and he would not lack for a series of mistresses and mistresses.

Xia Zang slowly fell back on the bed, he felt like a dying bug right now, the darkness would engulf his consciousness again soon.

The handwriting on the note was still swaying in front of his eyes, and he said it word by word, wishing he could disassemble every stroke of each word.

Break up and reassemble.

In fact, there is no need to do such strenuous reading comprehension, Yang Sheng has never played riddles with him.

He can be frank if he wants to talk, and he can be frank if he doesn't.

So Xia Zang knew what he meant from the first moment he saw the note.

He asked Xia Zang to take care of the weed, and he was still waiting for spring.

Then Xia Zang has no reason to be so decadent and give up on himself like this.

It's not that he has no chance to see Yang Sheng again.

Wait until school starts, wait until graduation, wait until they grow into adults.

He always has a chance, because both he and his lover are young.

As long as they don't waste time and live up to the time, time will give them the gift of good children.

You wait for me, Yang Sheng.

wait for me.

The Spring Festival in the old community was extraordinarily lively. Even before twelve o'clock, firecrackers were already ringing off one after another.

Yang Sheng curled up on the hard bed, reciting the 3500 words required for the college entrance examination softly.

This is the original room of him and Xia Zang. A couple of tenants in the old house turned this room into a dump.

Xia Man should have hired a part-time worker to clean it, but he still didn't clear out the sundries.

The mother lived in the master bedroom, and she confiscated all of Yang Sheng's property and personal documents, and locked them in a small mahogany cabinet in the master bedroom.

The younger sister didn't come with her mother, Xia Man was really worried that Yang Sheng would attack his daughter.

Yang Sheng made dinner, boiled instant noodles.

In the old house, the water and electricity bills have been continued, and the previous tenant also left some oil, salt and seasonings that could not be taken away, and thoughtfully posted a post-it note, saying that these seasonings have not expired, so you can use them with confidence.

Originally, Xia Man wanted to sell the old house, but he went around looking for a buyer.

But it may be that the negotiation failed, and the house was not sold. Later, it was simply rented out to give the family an extra legal income.

Yang Sheng hasn't been back since he moved, but he doesn't know if Xia Zang has been here.

Compared to him, Xia Zang has more affection for this house.

The two packs of instant noodles were handled by Yang Sheng alone, and his mother locked herself in the master bedroom and ignored him.

He didn't need to rush to beg for scolding. After cleaning up the dishes, he took off the gauze to disinfect the wound.

Luckily no infection.

It's just that my throat is really bad, and I still can't speak after drinking several cups of hot water.

There was only a bed board and a dustproof cover left on the bed that was piled with debris. Yang Sheng took out the blanket he brought from home, put it on his thigh carelessly, and then curled up with his clothes and did not move.

His mother definitely didn't have the energy to clean up the house for him, so let's just make do with it for the night and let's talk about it tomorrow.

Anyway, at the age of thirty, it doesn't matter if you stay up late and don't sleep.

It's just that with both hands, I can't hold the pen for the time being, so I can only memorize words and knowledge.

Back with eyes open and eyes closed, back and forth over and over again.

He didn't dare to stop, if he stopped, he would think about Xia Zang.

I wondered if he woke up, wondered if he had a good meal, and wondered... many, many things.

I wondered if he would be impatient and sad if he didn't see himself when he woke up.

Yang Sheng didn't want to see him sad, so he was very cunning and slipped away before he woke up.

Leave a sentence that is unclear, and it doesn't matter whether people understand it or not.

It probably means, I'm leaving, don't bother me about this matter, and take good care of your flowers and your grass.

Live as you should.

Leave me alone.

But Yang Sheng is so cowardly, he obviously wants to let Xia Zang let go, but he chooses words and sentences but is not straightforward.

But there is still a hook left to catch him.

Yang Sheng has always been a selfish, despicable, and lowly person.

The only advantage is probably that he loves Natsuzo.

I don't want you to give up on me, I don't want you to leave me alone.

Selfish, despicable, lowly.

Misleading you with this nonsense, telling you that I can't be free and easy.

I can't let go of this.

So, brother, you wait for me.

The twelve o'clock bell rang in the silence, but the teenagers who fell asleep didn't know it.

Fortunately, they had already blessed each other before, even if this new year was not as happy as expected.

Qiu Guanghaoyue sent a group of blessings to his friends at zero o'clock.

Only Yang Sheng, the widow from the last century, still used a phone and watch, and she took the patience to send double blessing text messages to the widow and the widow's boyfriend.

Is there a more competent bridesmaid than her in this world?there is none left.

It's a pity that I didn't ask for Xia Zang's contact information, otherwise I could talk to him about the photos in private.

The bridesmaid couldn't bear to see how he wanted it so much but didn't dare to ask for it openly.

And Mr. Yang is so good-looking, he should take more pictures!He should take more pictures with his good-looking boyfriend!

But after waiting for about ten minutes, Yang Sheng still hasn't replied to her, at least he wished her a happy new year.

You can see that classmate Xiao Jiang is on the road, not only has New Year blessings, but also New Year red envelopes.

Although there is a suspicion of taking advantage, Haoyue is still very happy to receive [-].

It means hair hair.

Just as he was thinking about this, Xiao Jiang called.

Haoyue pressed the button to connect: "Xu, just bring the red envelope, there's no need to be so polite and make a phone call..."

"No, Sister Yue, did Yang Sheng contact you?" Jiang Yanxu interrupted her.

"No, he didn't reply when I sent him a message." Haoyue replied truthfully, "What's wrong?"

"I called him just now, but he turned off the phone." Jiang Yanxu said, "It was clearly agreed to be together for the New Year's Eve."

Haoyue originally wanted to say that maybe the young couple lived in a two-person world, but as far as she knew, Yang Sheng was not the kind of person who would break appointments.

And Xia Zang probably wouldn't let him break the appointment.

"Is something wrong?" Jiang Yanxu asked.

It made Haoyue thump a bit: "It's New Year's Eve, don't talk nonsense."

"That's right, Brother Xia is here." Xiao Jiang breathed a sigh of relief instantly, but Haoyue didn't come up after hearing the words.

Yes, she remembered Yang Sheng saying that he would go home with Xia Zang for the New Year.

The two of them, brothers become lovers, and then go home...

Nima, isn't this a standard plot where you are likely to be forced to come out?

No, no, no, you have to believe that Teacher Yang believes in Brother Xia, they are both steady people, and they should be cautious these two days... But it is not ruled out that there will be accidents!

"Xu, do you have Brother Xia's phone number? Why don't you call him and ask?"

"I just don't, Sister Yue."

Haoyue was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, "Then do you know where Yang Sheng's family lives?"

"Well, I went there a few times in my freshman year of high school, I know that." Jiang Yanxu thought for a while and said.

"Well, if you don't want to leave relatives tomorrow, come with me to Yang Sheng's house." Haoyue exhaled and said slowly.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow afternoon, there will be guests at home in the morning." Jiang Yanxu agreed, and asked belatedly, "Sister Yue, don't scare me, nothing really happened, right?"

"I hope not." Haoyue muttered to herself, but found that her father had stood beside her at some point.

After fooling Jiang Yanxu for a few words, after hanging up the phone, Haoyue turned her head to look at her father's shining silver lenses calmly: "What's the matter, Dad?"

"You have to go out tomorrow." The old man said lightly.

"Well, it's agreed to go to the classmate's house to get the review materials." Haoyue continued to fool around without changing her face.

"A boy's house?" Dad continued calmly.

Haoyue squeezed out a forced smile: "Well, the male classmate's home."

"Then I'll take you there." Dad said, "Anyway, our family doesn't have any relatives to leave, and I'm worried that I have nothing to do."

"Okay, okay."

"Unexpectedly, Boss Lu is quite popular, and the phone has not stopped after midnight." Lu Shangyuan hugged a pillow in his arms, staring intently at the Happy Landlords interface on his mobile phone, cheerful background music matched with cheerful king Fried, very Chinese New Year atmosphere.

If the two of them hadn't been shirtless and half lying on the messy bed, they would probably have a more New Year's atmosphere.Lu Jiaxiao thought so.

But there's no way, it's because of him that they haven't eaten much meat these years, so it's so easy to wait for people to have a holiday, so naturally they have to let others slaughter them.

The combined age of the two middle-aged people is more than 90, but they can still mess around like young people in their early twenties.

From the opening prelude of the Spring Festival Gala to the sound of the midnight bell, after the flags die down, you fight your landlord, I answer my phone, equality and friendship, non-interference.

But this doesn't mean that someone will be able to divide the landlord in peace and contentment. Every time Lu Jiaxiao answers a call, one caller will be pissed off by Lu Shangyuan.

But after answering the phone, Lu Shangyuan felt strange anger on Lu Jiaxiao's head.

It doesn't make sense, thanks to the fact that he has been a people's teacher for so many years.

But Lu Jiaxiao knew that he couldn't reason with Teacher Lu, and it was so easy to make people happy during the New Year's Eve, so don't say a word and go back to before liberation.

Isn't it just yin and yang, come on, be more weird, Lu Jiaxiao can't wait.

"Okay, don't smirk, just pinch my legs, I just had a cramp." Lu Shangyuan waited for a long time until someone hugged the quilt and giggled, so he had to admit that he was unlucky and accepted his magical powers, and stretched his calf unceremoniously, pressing Live in Lujiaxiao's lap.

"Your body is not as good as mine." Lu Jiaxiao teased happily while pinching the man's calf.

"That's right, I'm popular every day, how can I be in good health?" Lu Shangyuan played another game of Fighting the Landlord, this time he grabbed the Landlord card, and the background notification sounded joyously.

"This should have nothing to do with me." Lu Jiaxiao hurriedly said to himself to prove his innocence.

Lu Shangyuan laughed: "It has nothing to do with your old man, I mean my students."

"It is estimated that someone will pay me New Year's greetings when I get up today, and discuss with me about asking for a few more days off."

"The main reason is that your senior year winter vacation is too short." Lu Jiaxiao sighed leisurely.

"Anyway, the summer vacation is long enough." Lu Shangyuan said, the two "peasants" in his game seemed to be hanging out, and the three belts and one hits of the serial straight caught him off guard.

When there was only one card left on the opposite side, Lu Jiaxiao kissed him.

"By the way, did that boy Yang Sheng call you for New Year's greetings?" Lu Shangyuan put down his phone for the time being, planning to start another round after the bad luck cleared up.

"Usually, it's time to call." Lu Jiaxiao replied, "Maybe you left him too much homework this year, making the child forget it."

"Hey, you've done it wrong." Lu Shangyuan lightly kicked Lu Jiaxiao's belly, "I never give them homework during holidays."

"Yeah." Lu Jiaxiao just smiled, kicking him sorely.

"But I can't guarantee that other teachers won't give them homework." Lu Shangyuan touched the teacher's conscience and added truthfully.

"I'd better call and ask, after all, the old traditions can't be lost." Lu Jiaxiao grabbed the man's ankle, so he stopped thumping wildly.

Lu Shangyuan pouted, "By the way, how about his homework?"

The so-called head teacher syndrome is also, that is, I can't help but want to ask the students if they study hard during the holidays, even if they can guarantee that he has not left homework for the students.

But that doesn't mean students can't find homework on their own.

While Lu Jiaxiao was giving someone a favor, he was calling Yang Sheng at the same time.

Shut down, do you fall asleep at this hour?

But you don't have to turn it off to sleep.

After thinking about it, Lu Jiaxiao called another child.

Xia Zang was woken up by the vibration of the brick machine, obviously he didn't set the alarm clock.

I didn't dream anything, and woke up as if I hadn't rested.

He groped in the dark and answered the phone in a daze.

Boss Lu's long-lost voice came over.

"Xatsuzang, happy new year."

The author has something to say:

Tibet: Stomach pain, head pain, body pain.

Voice: Disabled hands, disabled voice, mentally disabled.

Although I have said many times that they have a good understanding, their brain circuits are still different in many cases.

Zang is relatively straightforward, there are no twists and turns, and a certain result can be thought of; Sheng is a lot of thinking around the bush before arriving at the result.

When I was writing before, I thought that Zang was the kind of intact and tough porcelain, and external forces could not easily defeat him. He simply closed his heart and no longer asked for anything from the outside world; Sheng Sheng has been defeated many times. , break yourself into many, many pieces, as long as you suffer enough injuries, it is enough to numb those injuries.

Then the two of them met, and Sheng was the one who opened Zang; then Zang was the one who put Sheng back together.

I'm tired of saying the word "good fit".

I really like these two characters.