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"Uncle Liang, Liang Xun and I will go back first. We will come back after we are on vacation."

Liang Jingqi glanced at Liang Xun, who was pale in Feng Sheng's arms, and nodded at Feng Sheng, "Well, take care of Liang Xun."

"Yes."

Feng Sheng put Liang Xun in his arms into the passenger seat, sat in the driver's seat, kissed the corners of his lips distressedly, adjusted the most comfortable seat height, covered the thin quilt and fastened the seat belt, then started the car and drove away from Qinghai. city.

Liang Xun leaned on the back of the chair, clutching his stomach, feeling groggy, completely unaware of where he was and what time it was.

On the afternoon of the [-]th, You Zixiang, who had returned from abroad, arrived in Qingcheng, and Fang Hui then went back to Rongcheng with him.

Liang Xun was very excited when he came back from the Liang family’s old house, as if a bird that had been imprisoned for many years was suddenly released. First he took Feng Sheng to visit Teacher Miao Yao, and after chatting with the teacher for a long time, he went to Qingcheng High School. Relive the place they are familiar with again.

"Asheng, Asheng, the chair we used to sit on is still there." Liang Xun put his hands on the window sill and looked into the classroom against the clean glass.

Feng Sheng built a small tent on his eyebrows with one hand to block the orange sunlight cast on the glass at night. The tables, chairs and benches in the last two rows are the same as when they graduated. It seems that Teacher Miao Yao hasn't asked them to change seats yet. .

"A Sheng, do you think it's miraculous? Teacher Miao Yao has been teaching the students in this classroom, and they haven't changed for four years."

Feng Sheng glanced at the teacher's profile on the plastic sign at the door of the classroom, "The physical education teacher hasn't changed."

"Haha, did the physical education teacher look for you after you ran away at the sophomore sports meeting?" Liang Xun looked at Feng Sheng teasingly.

"No, the Zhou dinner is for me. After all, the result is what matters, the process doesn't matter."

The two walked to the back playground holding hands, and sat on the rostrum to watch the sunset. Liang Xun's slender legs dangling were very eye-catching, and his eyes fell on the workers who were busy working beside the fence. Liang Xun sat up a little puzzled, "Ah Sheng, what are you doing?"

Feng Sheng didn't understand, jumped off the rostrum, and stretched out his hand to Liang Xun, "I don't know, go and see."

Liang Xun jumped into Feng Sheng's arms, and the two walked towards the workers.

"Uncle, are you repairing the fence?"

The fence had just been demolished, and there was a mess of steel bars and bags of concrete placed in disorder.

The eldest brother worker raised his head from the work at hand to look at the two of them, and said, "Yes, raise the fence."

Feng Sheng sensed something unusual from his elder brother's words.

Liang Xun was puzzled: "Ah? Isn't it quite tall?"

"Aren't you students of this school?" The elder worker asked with his hands on the shovel.

"We are, but we are already in college. Come back and take a look during the vacation."

"Well, then you should have heard that there was a student who jumped over the fence in full view the year before last, and the school administrators were very upset about it. No, as soon as the funds for repairing the fence came, work started immediately."

Liang Xun and Feng Sheng looked at each other, Liang Xun looked at Feng Sheng with an embarrassed face, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

As the sun set and night fell, Liang Xun dragged Feng Sheng to Qingcheng's snack street, begging Feng Sheng to buy him the cold drink that he had been thinking about for a long time, and after eating the cold drink, he ate a lot. The side stalls were alternately hot and cold, and Liang Xun had diarrhea.

Liang Xun's horse with poor physique had diarrhea until midnight. He didn't close his eyes almost all night last night, and didn't fall asleep until morning.

Originally, Feng Sheng asked to go back early in the morning on the [-]th, but Liang Xun refused to agree. The class group requested that the class meeting be held at [-]:[-] pm on the [-]th. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet new friends, and he didn't know that he had stayed in the apartment for so long. What happened, Liang Xun was worried.

Feng Sheng had no choice but to drive Liang Xun back to the apartment.

"Ah Sheng, where have we been?"

Liang Xun weakly opened his heavy eyelids, raised his hands to cover the glare of the sun, his stomach growled, and he protested hunger.

"We're almost in Rongcheng. How is Brother Xun feeling? Are you hungry? There's hot milk and fruit crisps made by Wangshu in the thermos cup in the storage cabinet. Take them out to fill your stomach first."

Liang Xun raised the seat, took out the milk and drank a few sips, the empty stomach was comforted by the milk, he lightly hammered his sore waist, Liang Xun stretched his waist, and felt much better.

"A Sheng, make me shrimp porridge for dinner, I want to drink it."

Feng Sheng turned his head and hooked Liang Xun's chin with one hand, and said with a smile, "Okay."

I bought fresh ingredients at the Zhuandao vegetable market, and it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the apartment.

Quanxue was well taken care of, his coat was shiny and white as snow, and his drooping head was glowing again when he walked away, and when he saw Liang Xun, he immediately rushed towards him affectionately.

Feng Sheng blocked the enthusiastic persuasion in time, and pushed it aside, "Persuasion, take it easy, brother Xun is very weak."

"It's okay, A Sheng, you go cook, I'll coax you to learn, it must miss us very much if we're not here for seven days."

Sitting on the sofa, Liang Xun kicked his legs back and threw himself into Liang Xun's arms. Liang Xun folded his waist back and took off most of the force from Quan Xue's rush, and pressed him in his arms.

"Quanxue, do you miss me?" Liang Xun hugged Quanxue affectionately, rubbing his cheek against its soft fur.

"Wow...uh...woof!"

"Ah, Quanxue misses us very much. Does Quanxue miss me more, or Brother Feng Sheng more?"

Feng Sheng pursed his lips, shook his head and smiled lightly, walked into the kitchen with the vegetables, and started making lunch and dinner.

Liang Xun was so weak that he couldn't play violent games with Quan Xue. Quan Xuetong was very human, and when he felt Liang Xun was uncomfortable, he obediently lay down on the sofa and accompanied him quietly, without making any noise.

Liang Xun had nothing to do, but he couldn't stay idle. He got up and took the watering can to water the plants in the house one by one.

When watering those few vegetable seedlings, Liang Xun was pleasantly surprised to find that the small tomato plant had dark yellow flowers, budding on the top of each branch, hanging on the branches, and it still needs to wait for the flowers to shed their knots and produce small edible ones. Here comes the tomato.

"A Sheng, A Sheng, the little tomato has sprouted!"

Liang Xun carried the flowerpot into the kitchen, Feng Sheng, who was immersed in chopping vegetables, raised his eyes when he heard that, the yellow flowers all over the branches were like little lanterns, and the green branches and leaves were very beautiful against it.

Compared to the yellow flowers that were fertilizing fruits, Liang Xun tilted his head and looked at him with eyes full of love, as if telling him, look, the tomatoes bear yellow flowers, just like our business has a good result, how wonderful it is.

Looking at this scene, Feng Sheng said like a ghost: "Brother Xun, after graduation, let's get married."

Liang Xun was stunned: "Ah? What?"

Is Ah Sheng proposing marriage?Why so suddenly?Liang Xun's heart was pounding, he didn't have time to react in such a hurry.

"Okay, if you don't object, you're acquiescing." Feng Sheng made a final decision.

Liang Xun curled his lips: "What? A Sheng, you are too domineering."

Feng Sheng looked at Liang Xun seriously, "Brother Xun, I wanted to marry you home a long time ago, don't you want to marry me?"

Liang Xun lowered his head and hugged the flower pot, his face hidden behind the plants made people look down on his emotions, "A Sheng, it's not marriage, we are equal, we are not married, we are husband and wife."

Feng Sheng was silent, put down the kitchen knife, took the flowerpot from Liang Xun's hand and put it on the table, took his hands, Liang Xun looked at him calmly, and heard his serious and precious voice in the kitchen.

"Yes, it's not a marriage, it's not a marriage, it's holding the hand of the son and growing old together with the son."

Liang Xun stood on tiptoe, hooked Feng Sheng's neck and kissed his lips with a smile.

That's what it's like, don't ask for more.

Extra part

It was raining outside the window, and the whole sky was gloomy and gloomy. Liang Xun opened his sleepy eyes and yawned to get up. Feng Sheng narrowed his eyes and grabbed his wrist accurately. Liang Xun fell into Feng Sheng's arms. In his arms, kissed his lips.

Feng Sheng kissed Liang Xun on the cheek, opened his dark eyes, and said with a smile, "Morning, Brother Xun."

With weakness in his waist, Liang Xun lay on Feng Sheng's body and nodded his nose, then smiled back at him, "Morning, A Sheng."

Feng Sheng put his arms around Liang Xun's waist, slowly rubbing it with his big hands, and after a while he started to be unruly, lifting Liang Xun's clothes with his fingertips to search upwards.

"A Sheng." Liang Xun stopped Feng Sheng's movements in time, turned over and got out of bed, opened all the half-covered curtains, and there was light rain outside the window.

"Get up, I have to clean up the house today."

Feng Sheng got up and put his arms around Liang Xun's waist, buried his head in his slender waist, nodded, and let out a lazy voice from his nose, "En."

There are cardboard boxes scattered all over the living room. Some of the boxes contain the clothes of the two of them. They are neatly classified according to the season and need to be sealed. Some of the boxes contain kitchen utensils. The utensils have been used for more than four years. , Put them all back together properly, and they can be used again when they arrive at their new home in Qingcheng.

The small tomato plant and a group of flowers and plants were placed on the balcony for a summer vacation when the two of them traveled to other places the year before last. They forgot to water them and withered. Liu Yuexue survived with tenacious vitality.

The computer that Liang Xun had used for live broadcasting for four years was moved to Feng Sheng's room when they shared the same bed, and it was also disassembled and boxed and placed on Feng Sheng's desk.

Liang Xun moved the box down with great effort and began to tidy up Feng Sheng's desk. Feng Sheng's desk was very tidy, unlike his usual carelessness. All the items on the desk had been the same since the beginning of renting the apartment.

Liang Xun usually doesn't touch Feng Sheng's things, he always sticks to one sentence: no matter how close two people are, they need their own space.Liang Xun would never move unless Feng Sheng asked him to help that thing.

Liang Xun put the empty cardboard box on the desk, carefully put the organized pens, inks, papers and inkstones into the box, taped it tightly and then labeled it.

Please handle valuables with care.

The red sandalwood box under the table quietly revealed a sharp corner. Liang Xun passed by, saw the box from the corner of his eye, and squatted down. This box has been here for four years. The box is huge, and the carved patterns are simple and thick. You know it's worth a lot.

Every time Feng Sheng finished writing, he would put it here. He had written a lot in the past four years, but he didn't see anything from it. Liang Xun was a little curious.

"A Sheng, do we have a big box that can hold the rosewood box?"

Feng Sheng brought out breakfast from the kitchen, put it on the empty space of the coffee table, and squatted beside the wooden box like Liang Xun, shaking his head, "I'm afraid not."

"Brother Xun, do you want to know what's in it?"

Liang Xun nodded, "Think."

Feng Sheng pulled Liang Xun up, "Eat breakfast first, and I'll show you after eating."

Liang Xun bit the delicious potato pancake and asked Feng Sheng, "Is there anything else in it besides your writing?"

Feng Sheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Only words."

Liang Xun took another bite of the potato pancake, chewing and guessing, seeing Feng Sheng's appearance, the words written on the paper are the most important thing, what could it be?

There is no lock on the red sandalwood box, but the wooden box has a heavy lid. Liang Xun was able to open it with the help of Feng Sheng. As imagined, the box was full of rice paper, but there were large and small ones. The big ones were rolled into cylinders and tied with red strings. Standing, the small ones are scattered here and there.

Liang Xun carefully unfolded a piece of crumpled rice paper, and the strong handwriting appeared on the paper, which was a sentence.

He fell asleep on my shoulder.followed by a date.

Liang Xun looked at Feng Sheng, Feng Sheng was calm and composed.

Liang Xun unfolded another sheet, still with one sentence.

He finally belongs to me completely and completely.

Liang Xun was startled, seeing the date's cheeks flushed, he threw the paper into Feng Sheng's arms angrily, "A Sheng, I thought you were practicing calligraphy seriously every day...you..."

Feng Sheng looked at Liang Xun innocently, "Brother Xun, I'm very serious, don't these words look good?"

Liang Xun was dumb, the words were good, but... just... "Oh, forget it." Liang Xun took the paper back and put it away, and A Sheng recorded the beautiful moment between them with one sentence. Can't say anything bad.

Feng Sheng smiled, and covered the red sandalwood box. The bottom of the box was filled with cursive script, and there were only two characters on the paper: Liang Xun.

It was written by Feng Sheng when Liang Xun ran away from home, but he would not let Liang Xun know, otherwise Liang Xun would feel guilty again.

Life is as big as this red sandalwood box. It depends on what you choose to put in it. If you have more pain, you will have less happiness. If you have more happiness, you will have less pain. It all depends on personal choice.

The author has something to say: the text is not enough to add extras to you, I regret, I...I am sorry everyone.

It's over, a little abruptly, but it's over.

But I can't change it, and I'm not sure about it.

Okay, I admit, I'm a half-baked guy, but at least I've finished writing it, and it's not unfinished, and I haven't dug a hole.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it other than the lack of words.

Another: The new article is still in preparation, and I will come back soon, within three days, I promise (I don’t believe it →_→)