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Xing Ping was carrying an old suitcase, wearing a black overcoat, and a red plaid scarf around his neck. He tore the scarf to cover half of his face. mist.

He raised his hand to take off the scarf, and when the fog on his glasses cleared, he smiled and waved to Luo Jiaan.

Luo Jiaan couldn't bear it for a long time, and even though he was half an adult, he threw himself into Xing Ping's arms regardless. Xing Ping was also happy, put the box on the ground, opened his arms, and caught it firmly. Luo Jiaan, holding him in his arms, touched the boy's head with his big leather gloved hands, and said in a gentle voice, "Jia'an."

This soft call was transmitted straight down his chest to Luo Jia'an's ears, causing a slight tremor in his heart.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"I miss you." Luo Jia'an closed his eyes, put away most of his usual mischievousness, and his voice was full of the green and deep voice of the late stage of the boy's voice change, which was very special.

Only then did Xing Ping realize that the boy in his arms had grown up.

He gently pushed Jia An away, took off the gloves and handed them to him: "Look at your hands are cold, didn't your mother make you gloves?"

Luo Jiaan shook his head, put on the gloves slowly, and was still immersed in the joy and sadness of the reunion: "She doesn't bother to care about me."

Luo Jiaan led the boat over, took Xing Ping's box, and was about to reach out to help Xing Ping, but Xing Ping patted his hand back.

"Your brother is not a child, how can you help him like this?" Xing Ping stepped from the stone steps to the boat deck, straightened his clothes, and sat down in the boat tent.

Luo Jiaan laughed twice, glanced at Xing Ping behind him, and went to the bow of the boat to punt.

Xing Ping left home two years ago and has never returned. He still has a bit of nostalgia for the scenery of his hometown. He endured the sleepiness of running all night, propped his chin, and silently browsed the buildings on both sides of the water.

Whenever he was free, Luo Jiaan would use his peripheral vision to scan Xing Ping in the cabin, watching him sometimes drowsy, sometimes shaking his head, forcing himself to cheer up.

Xing Ping was born in a scholarly family, and when he returned home, he had to visit his uncles and aunts with some red tape, and he had to take a large group of juniors to play, and he also had to help the adults with things.

Luo Jiaan held back his words, looked at Xing Ping's appearance, and swallowed them all.

"We haven't seen each other for two years, why are we talking less?" Xing Ping asked with a smile.

Luo Jiaan: "I want you to sleep for a while."

"I'm not tired." Xing Ping shook his head: "I love listening to you talk, you are so quiet, I feel tired instead."

"Really?" Luo Jiaan seemed to have been unsealed, and poured out all the words in his belly in no particular order.

"Nantang is colder than usual this year, how many cotton coats did you bring back?"

"Not much, but enough to wear. I left in the third year of junior high school."

"Brother, will you be a teacher in the future?"

"meeting."

"Then will you come back? Come back to teach in the middle school in our town?"

"If you study hard, I'll come back."

Knowing that there was something in Xing Ping's words, Luo Jia'an lowered his tone: "I have dropped out of school, and I can never go back."

Xing Ping immediately became serious: "Who said you can't go back? If you want to go back? Who can stop you?"

Luo Jiaan: "I'm not expected to study, so I just do some business with my dad, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"If that's the case, then I won't say more."

Luo Jiaan glanced at Xing Ping nervously, seeing that his face was calm and unwavering, he still asked worriedly: "Are you angry?"

Xing Ping suddenly smiled faintly: "Why am I angry? Brat, watch the way."

Luo Jiaan turned his head in a regular manner, and couldn't help but turn back for a moment and said, "If I don't study, won't you come back?"

Xing Ping didn't answer for a long time, Luo Jiaan kept looking Xing Ping up and down.

Xing Ping untied his scarf, revealing his fair neck. Luo Jiaan glanced at it, and suddenly thought of something, and an unknown fire surged in his heart: "I think you won't come back even if I study! This poor village alley Yes, of course it can't compare to the gentleness in the city!"

"Yo, how long have you been pretending to be good, and you've revealed your true nature?" Xing Ping's eyes twitched slightly, looking at the young man's angry back, he finally regained his old feeling.He lit a cigarette, held the body of the cigarette between his slender fingers, slowly brought it to his mouth, and then slowly exhaled a layer of smoke rings, listening to the familiar local accent from the passing ship.

***

On the night of New Year's Eve, every household closed their doors, and the red whips were piled up in the yard, and they were kept until twelve o'clock.

Luo Jiaan slipped out while people were busy, and went to the edge of the river alone. He didn't know whether it was out of anger or what. He didn't care if the grass on the ground was wet and muddy, and he just lay on the ground with his hands on his hands, borrowing the shallow soil Poe, looking at the dots of fluorescence in the courtyard on the opposite bank.

"Sneaked out and didn't find a good place to stay?"

With a mellow and gentle voice, Luo Jiaan knew who it was as soon as he heard it, he hurriedly sat up from the grass, half turned around to look at Xing Ping who was standing not far away.

He wore little, and the thin overcoat on his body was tailored appropriately, which made him appear tall and handsome.He strode over and sat next to him, the smell of alcohol wafting from his body.

Luo Jiaan approached: "Have you been drinking?"

"Have some drinks with my uncle." Xing Ping had one leg bent and the other stretched out straight, without the usual restraint, a little blush on his cheeks, a drunken posture, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Luo Jiaan stopped talking.

The back of this river beach is close to the foot of the mountain, and few people usually come here. When he was young, he followed Xing Ping and ran around playing around. When he was tired, he would come here to lie down, wash his dirty clothes, or lie on the grass to sleep. For a while, no one bothered.

"Brother, where did your Jade Guanyin go?" Luo Jiaan asked softly while lying side by side with him.

Xing Ping laughed as soon as he heard it: "So you were angry during the day because of this."

The Jade Guanyin was worn by Xing Ping around his neck since he was a child to keep him safe.The custom of Nantang: If you want to give a gift, it is usually given to the important person in your heart, expressing the most sincere blessing.

All in all, it's a very important thing.

Luo Jiaan turned his face away: "I'm out of breath!"

After being silent for a while, Luo Jia'an, who had been punctured, took the initiative to provoke the topic with some guilt: "It's icy and snowy, what are you doing here?"

Xing Ping picked up a stone, threw it into the water with a plop, turned to him and asked, "Did you know that your sister came to my house today?"

"Why, my sister was dragged by my mother to go on a blind date today." After Luo Jiaan finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes wide: "My sister went to your house?"

Xing Ping nodded, put his coat on Luo Jia'an, was silent for a while, got up and wanted to leave: "Let's go, you too..."

He got up from half his body when someone grabbed his wrist.He fell back to the ground, and Luo Jiaan's powerful hands locked his hand firmly on the ground.

He wanted to raise his other hand to resist, but Luo Jiaan quickly grabbed it and pushed it aside.

Xing Ping: "Why, are you going to rebel?"

"Brother." Luo Jiaan stared at him, with a few strands of broken hair hanging down his forehead.

"I did refute your sister's face today, if you want to hit it, hit it." Xing Ping met Luo Jiaan's gaze calmly, looked at Jia'an's slightly sad eyes, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Xing Ping!" Luo Jiaan was a little crazy, the warm hands in his hands had appeared in his dreams countless times, and now they were really in his hands, he was a little panicked, but he couldn't help it. Reluctant to let go: "Do you know...I..."

The person in front of him, how long he thought about it, how long he read it, I am afraid that only he himself knows the most deeply.

However, when the words came to his lips, he seemed to be frozen by the ice and snow, and he didn't know how to speak so as not to disturb him.

Enduring to the extreme and mourning to the extreme, he finally compromised: "I...my sister is a person who loses face, so at least you should wait a couple of days before refusing."

After saying that, he staggered up and left without looking back: "It's very cold here, remember to go back early."