The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

But this time the word "painter" that popped up on the phone's page was so conspicuous that Jiang Han couldn't resist taking Wen Yan's phone and pressing the home button.

The page lights up again, and a message from "Whale Tooth" reminds——

"Dear user 8703, you have been successfully promoted to a fan of 'painter', please receive your honorary title."

Jiang Han blinked slowly, and his heart beat heavily.

0603, Wen Yan's mobile phone password, Wen Yan never avoided him.

Jiang Han struggled for two seconds before typing in.

Finding "Whale Tooth", Jiang Han clicked in - only "painter" was followed in the list, no rewards were given, and only the game live broadcast of the painter was in the download.

Founded in [-], and paid attention to it for three years.

Jiang Han suddenly felt that the people who should meet would still meet in the dark. It turned out that after they separated, they had contacted a long time ago.

For countless late nights, Wen Yan might watch his live broadcast, get tired of watching, and then fall asleep.

He would say "good night" after every live broadcast. It turned out that Wen Yan had listened to this "good night" for three years.

Fate is so wonderful, look, God is letting them meet.

Jiang Han looked through the videos that Wen Yan had downloaded, most of them were group games, there were also small games, and there was also Tetris, which was not very popular at the beginning of the live broadcast.

This person has been paying attention to him silently for three years.

People who are sympathetic to each other are destined to have a kind of gravitational force that will lead each other to each other.

Jiang Han watched all Wen Yan's videos on the sofa until the sunset.

He opened the bedroom door lightly and called the sleeping person softly.

"Yanyan... got up."

The soundly asleep person opened his eyes, and his sight slowly focused.

"Hmm...is it dark?"

"No."

Jiang Han smiled, and rubbed Wen Yan's fluffy hair: "Go out for a walk, or your legs will be more sore tomorrow."

Wen Yan got up and sat down for a while.

Jiang Han put the shoes under his feet: "Little lazy cat, why can't you wake up?"

The sequelae of climbing the mountain slowly came up, Wen Yan felt sore all over his body, he shook when he stood up, and then his body was lifted into the air.

Princess Jiang Han hugged him and walked out of the bedroom.

Wen Yan woke up with a hot face: "Jiang Han, let me down."

Jiang Han put Wen Yan down on the sofa and joked, "Yanyan, if I don't hug you, you won't be able to stand still."

Wen Yan ignored him, got used to it, and went to the bedroom to wash his face.

Jiang Han watched comfortably from the side.

Almost everything was fine, the two of them went out and took Xiao Qi with them.

After holding back for a week, she was finally able to come out. Xiao Qi was very happy all the way, and she would go to see everything she saw.

In the evening, there are many people walking, in twos and threes, in groups.

The two of them took a walk along the river. The evening breeze was cool and the heat of the day dissipated. At night, the street began to be lively.

Food stalls popped up one after another, the air was mixed with the tempting aroma of food, and children were having a great time playing on the side of the road.

Jiang Han bought a bucket of popcorn to tease Xiao Qi, and threw it to Xiao Qi in the air, most of Xiao Qi fell to the ground, excitedly picking up the popcorn on the ground.

"Xiaoqi likes you very much." Wen Yan said.

"I don't like it very much." Jiang Han said.

Wen Yan smiled.

Jiang Han said sullenly: "Yanyan, do you know that I'm afraid of dogs?"

"Some people like dogs, and naturally some people are afraid of dogs."

Gentle answer.

Jiang Han was curious: "Don't you ask why?"

Wen Yan was silent for a short while, before saying, "Don't ask."

Jiang Han said "Oh".

After walking for half an hour, it was getting dark.

There are more couples on the street, youthful, beautiful and full of vigor, and there are also more shops selling flowers and accessories, which is very lively.

"Today is Qixi Festival." Jiang Han said suddenly, "Valentine's Day."

"We don't celebrate Valentine's Day."

Jiang Han nodded: "Also..."

"Have you ever been with them?"

It took Jiang Han a long time to realize who the "they" were referring to, and he smiled helplessly and amusedly: "Yanyan, do you think I'm that kind of scumbag?"

Wen Yan looked down at the road, pursed his lips and said "no".

Jiang Han sighed, and rubbed Wen Yan's head: "Yanyan, the conscience of the world can be learned from, I am so kind to you alone, and I give you all my heart."

Wen Yan squeezed his fingers to hide the emotion in his eyes.

Jiang Han didn't care, looked at the couples everywhere and asked, "Yanyan, what kind of person will you like in the future?"

Jiang Han didn't expect Wen Yan to answer him, but after a while, he heard Wen Yan whisper, "Be more mature."

Mature...

He thought of what Wen Yan said last semester, "I haven't liked anyone else", so it's because I haven't met anyone that I don't like anyone.

Another inexplicable loss.

It seems that ever since he met Wen Yan, his emotions have always fluctuated inexplicably with Wen Yan.

Jiang Han has always been blank about this complicated emotion, so he instinctively chose to ignore it. Until today, he found that he couldn't ignore it.

Because he suddenly discovered that Wen Yan will fall in love with someone else sooner or later, maybe that person will be as good as Wen Yan.

I will also protect him like myself, love him, and give him the best.

Thinking of this, Jiang Han felt that everything was reasonable and let nature take its course.

But why, when he thought that Wen Yan would fall in love with someone else, he felt a faint depression in his heart.

"Yanyan... If you have someone you like, you must remember to tell me."

Jiang Han kicked the stones on the side of the road sullenly, his mood was so low that he couldn't even notice it.

The stones swirled a few times on the surface of the river, stirring up the calm lake water, and the sparkling water waves spread along the microwave, bringing moonlight again.

Wen Yan looked at Wei Fuguang calmly, and said "yes": "I'm hungry."

"Then what do you want to eat? There are many night stalls in front of you." Jiang Han was distracted, "Barbecue, Mala Tang, home-cooked dishes, and Bobo chicken. Uncle Li's Bobo chicken is the best. Yan Yan, you Do you want to eat?"

"Okay, listen to you."

There are many people in the store, and there is a long queue.

The two waited for a while, because Jiang Han used to be a regular customer here and knew each other, so the clerk gave him a seat by the window.

"Hey, Jiang Han, I haven't seen you here for a long time."

The boss came over with a trolley of vegetables.

"Uncle Li."

Jiang Han shouted and said hello: "It's been a long time since I saw you, and you are more and more energetic."

"No way," the boss laughed when he was praised, "you can talk with such a small mouth. Well, the store is very busy, you and your classmates can eat slowly, and call me if you don't have enough."

"Okay, let's go slowly."

Put the things into the pot and wait for the water to boil, Wen Yan asked, "Come often?"

"I used to come with Wu Fei and the others."

Jiang Han said, and put the edible ones into Wen Yan's bowl: "There are more in winter, and the soup here is good, you can eat it."

Wen Yan ate a bunch of rice cakes, which were smooth but not greasy, moist and refreshing. Looking at Shang Jianghan's expectant eyes, Wen Yan said, "It's not bad."

"Eat more when you're hungry. There's a cup of watermelon milk for you in the refrigerator. You can go back to clear the heat just after eating."

Jiang Han controlled the heat, and put the cooked ones into Wen Yan's bowl.

Wen Yan ate half a bowl and felt a little full: "You eat too, you ordered too much."

"Can't you eat more?" Jiang Han put a piece of chicken to Wen Yan's mouth, "This piece is pure meat, I'll eat the rest."

In the past, Jiang Han would always feed Wen Yan when eating, and both of them were used to it, but today, the shop is full of couples, so this action has become a little different.

Jiang Han didn't notice, Wen Yan's face turned hot, but he still opened his mouth and bit it.

"Yanyan, your appetite is really too small." Jiang Han said while eating, "I'm full after just this little bit, and I can lift you up with one hand. I carried you down yesterday, and it will take half an hour."

Wen Yan watched him eat: "Am I... heavy?"

"It's not heavy, I can still carry you back and forth." As he spoke, Jiang Han glanced at Wen Yan, "You're so thin, you don't have any flesh anywhere."

It was natural to say this, but in fact Jiang Han only touched Wen Yan's waist.

Every time I say there is no meat, but I can't put it down every time I touch it.

Wen Yan was not used to being so calm outside, so he started by saying, "...you should eat quickly."

Walking home after eating, the whole journey is very leisurely and comfortable.

After arriving home, Jiang Han gave Wen Yan the milk watermelon to drink.

At 08:30, it was still early, and the two were playing games on the sofa.

Small kitchen games, cooperation to open a store, you have reached the master level before you know it.

After playing a few games, Jiang Han took a look at Wen Yan and said inadvertently, "Yanyan, you... also watch the live broadcast."

Wen Yan said "hmm" and played the game with his head down.

"When do you usually watch it?"

"Watch the live broadcast when you encounter it, and watch the recorded broadcast when it is late."

"Then why only pay attention to one person?"

Seeing Wen Yan looking at him, Jiang Han hastily said, "I didn't mean to look at your phone. You were sleeping at that time, and a message came in, so I helped you...check it."

This explanation is very far-fetched, but Wen Yan didn't say anything: "As a tutor in junior high school, the children follow me on my mobile phone."

Jiang Han didn't ask why he didn't delete it. This kind of connection in the vast sea of ​​people made him feel happy and happy, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Wen Yan didn't understand what Jiang Han was laughing at. Anyway, he felt that Jiang Han was a little weird tonight.

"It's pretty good. But this summer vacation doesn't seem to be live broadcasting much, and I haven't watched it much."

Jiang Han was proud, thinking that of course he didn't broadcast much.

Because they are all with you.

The corners of Jiang Han's brows and eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't understand what he said, so he got up and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Go." Jiang Han said proactively, "I'll memorize the words first."

In order to ensure that he would not forget all his knowledge of English at the beginning of school, Wen Yan began to make a study plan for Jiang Han in the past few days. The first thing was to memorize fifty words every night.

Jiang Han didn't have the habit of memorizing words at night, so he didn't memorize them until he was about to sleep, or he only memorized them when Wen Yan reminded him, but this time he offered to memorize them, and Wen Yan couldn't help but look at him more.

Both of them took a shower and began to dictate words.

Very efficient, all right.

10:30pm, go to bed.

Jiang Han's hands and feet were still dishonest, rubbing against Wen Yan's body, Wen Yan was used to it, let him do it.

After lying down for a while, the person on him was really noisy, so Wen Yan pushed him: "Sleep..."

"Words..."

Jiang Han buried his head on Wen Yan's neck, and shouted in a muffled voice: "Yanyan, I only want you to be mine..."

Wen Yan was quiet and didn't speak, his eyes were a little far away.

The hand at the waist went in along the clothes, and stroked Wen Yan's back.

Jiang Han's voice was muffled: "Yanyan, is it true that you will never refuse me to do anything to you?"

"Yanyan, don't like others, okay..."

Gentle and tired, but with a strong and strong possessive desire.

I know it in midsummer, but I am inclined to it in cold winter.

Their feelings have already melted into the flesh and blood.

"Yanyan... don't like others, okay, I will go crazy with jealousy..."

Jiang Han pressed Wen Yan's hands on top of his head, and bit down on his fair collarbone.

When the stinging pain came, Wen Yan murmured. He snorted and opened his eyes wide in a daze.

There is no one else, it has always been you...

The blood beads scabbed and popped up again soon, Jiang Han licked them off bit by bit.

"Yanyan... If that day really comes, I can't help but lock you up..."

This monstrous strength, yes, made Wen Yan tremble slightly.

Every time the blood condensed and was licked off by Jiang Han, he felt Wen Yan's slight trembling, but it didn't stop.

He was determined to let Wen Yan remember.

Jiang Han bit Wen Yan's wound again, and blood beads came out quickly.

Wen Yan's voice trembled a little: "Jiang Han..."

He was afraid, he believed that Jiang Han would really go mad with jealousy, and also believed that Jiang Han would really lock himself up.

This person pampered him to the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't tolerate him to the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Han didn't allow the wound to solidify. Every time a scab formed, it would be licked off again.

Feel that sharp sting again.

Unable to bear it, Wen Yan raised his head slightly, his voice choked with sobs: "Jiang Han... you let me go..."

"Yanyan..." Jiang Han whispered in Wen Yan's ear, "Say you won't like others."

"Jiang Han..." Wen Yan's eyes were a little distracted, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Jiang Han at the moment, "I...wouldn't like others."

only like you.

Jiang Han's dark pupils quietly looked at Wen Yan's wet eyes, raised his hand to gently wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of Wen Yan's eyes, and comforted him again: "I'm sorry, I hurt you..."

Wen Yan let Jiang Han hold him in his arms and didn't move.

"Does it still hurt?" Jiang Han's voice softened.

Wen Yan shook his head, and after a while he said softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Good boy..." Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan tightly, just like when he was a child, "You can bite it back."

Listening to his steady breathing, Wen Yan slowly wrapped his arms around Jiang Han's waist, and said aggrievedly: "Jiang Han, I don't like others, can you stop biting me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Han's heart trembled suddenly, and he hugged Wen Yan even tighter: "Yanyan, it's my fault, I won't do it in the future."

Feeling relieved, the person in his arms slowly fell asleep.

In the dark, Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan for a long time.

Possession, jealousy, madness, all turned into a whispered sigh in the end.

"Yanyan, what should I do with you..."