A branch of red apricot came out

Yan Nuo doesn't need to make friends with Fang Le, because Ye Cong doesn't have time to eat dog food at all.

Ye Rui was immersed in the brisk tone of the ukulele at first, staring at Fang Le playing like a little nymphomaniac, but when she turned her head and looked through the car window, she saw her half-disabled brother Sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were full of tears.

Ye Cong coaxed him all the way but couldn't coax him well, Xiao Ruirui grabbed his scarf and cried, "You still pretend I'm six years old and lie to me not to hurt, can you not hurt!"

Ye Cong hurriedly leaned on her, "It hurts, hurts, can't it hurt? Be good, little ancestor, don't cry."

Ye Rui continued to cry, "I don't want to be good! If it hurts to death, forget it!"

Yan Nuo was about to be overwhelmed by Ye Cong, turned around and laughed at him, "Chong'er, do you really know how to coax children?"

Ye Cong's head hurts more than his legs now, "I... I think I will have to deal with my parents' continuous questioning later, ah---, I am shivering."

After sending the brothers and sisters to the door, Ye Cong hugged the crying princess and thanked them, "I would like to trouble you to pick up the airport, I will treat you to dinner next time."

Fang Le took out a lollipop from his pocket and gave it to Ye Rui, but was thrown into his arms. Yan Nuo looked amused, and stretched out his hand to rub the little girl's head, then knelt down to knock Ye Cong's plaster Leg, "Take good care of your wounds. Picking you up is just incidental. Buying gifts for Xiaolongfeng is the real thing."

Tomorrow is Xiaolongfeng's fifth birthday.After waking up today, Fang Le drove Ding Yuan's old car, and the two of them went to the musical instrument city to choose gifts for the babies, each with a ukulele.

On the way back, Yan Nuo changed to drive. The snow made him very careful, and the speed of the car was only thirty. I like you, I hugged you just now, I'm so jealous."

Fang Le watched him smile, and there was more playfulness in the smile, which suddenly made Yan Nuo a little panicked.

Ever since Qiu Lianhui crawled all over the floor, Fang Le was the stickiest of the little guys, which directly caused Fang Le to have no resistance to all coquettish behaviors. He was as cunning as Lord Yan, so how could he not make good use of his boyfriend's weakness? , Unfortunately, it seems that this time it failed.

"I ask you..."

"We still..."

The two spoke in unison, and Fang Le laughed sullenly, "You go first."

Yan Nuo had a bad feeling, he said dryly, "Shall we go to the flower shop last year to order flowers for mom?"

Fang Le said "uh", "Didn't you already prepare a gift?"

really.

Yan Nuo's heart trembled, and he decided to deny it, "I didn't."

"Reinstall."

"Not really."

Fang Le pretended to ponder, and said, "You went to Mingchen's studio, didn't you?"

Yan Nuo looked at him in surprise, then hurriedly looked back, "No."

Fang Le continued, "Fortunately, our school holidays are early. If you are like Ye Cong and the others, you may be too late, right?"

Yan Nuo choked, and he was surprised, "I want to interview my boyfriend, did you major in investigation in the Department of Architecture? You...how did you know?"

Fang Le said, "Last night..."

Yan Nuo pressed, "Last night?"

Last night, the two of them wiped their guns and misfired in the bedroom and couldn't hold it back. They paid extra attention to the movement. Later, when Yan Nuo tried to cover Fang Le's mouth, he almost couldn't cover his breathing, and he was bullied very badly.

Fang Le glanced at him, "Before making out last night, you teased me with the strap on the hood of your sweater, do you remember?"

Of course Yan Nuo remembered, but why did she suddenly feel ashamed of being accused of being "childish".

"That's when I saw a tinge of green on the tape, much like the paint you use for your watercolors."

Yan Nuo choked again, "At that time, did you still have the mind to pay attention to this little detail?"

Fang Le smiled happily, "What about painting?"

"Put it in the drawer where you kept your comic books." Yan Nuo confessed in admiration, took his hand and kissed it on the tattoo on his ring finger, "You are amazing, huh?"

In the end, the two of them went to the flower shop to order a large bouquet of flowers, and made an appointment to pick them up tomorrow morning.

Back home, the two hurriedly hid the gift in the bedroom before Xiaolongfeng found it. Fang Le went to the drawer again, but took out two framed portraits.

One is Qiu Xiaoying, and the other is Fang Le and Sanhua.

This picture looks familiar, balcony, rocking chair, two bottles of cocktails on the table, moonlight like gauze, in the picture I am holding Sanhua in my arms, eyes are closed, lips are curled up, as if I am humming softly.

Fang Le turned to look at Yan Nuo and questioned him with his eyes.

"After painting my mother, I felt that the hand felt very good, so I started to paint like a god." Yan Nuo sat on the side of the bed, pulled Fang Le and hugged his waist, "Do you like it? I thought I would give it to you later."

Fang Le put down the frame carefully, held Yan Nuo's face condescendingly and kissed her, muttering, "I like it. No wonder I had to tell me."

This is at Shanhaiguan's home, so I have to restrain myself a bit, Yan Nuo raised his head and chased and sucked it a few times before letting go, "I'll hug you when I go back to the seventh floor in the afternoon." Then he buried his head in Fang Le On her stomach, she looked like a coquettish child, "I'm really jealous of Ye Rui."

Fang Le is funny and helpless, but he is also her boyfriend, what else can she do besides pampering him?

Fang Le rubbed his hair on purpose, making it a mess, "Is it okay to hug you, Yan Sansui."

This time when he came back, Yan Nuo was clearly arranged to live in Shanhaiguanli and share the bed with Fang Le, because the old community was about to be demolished.

The old community is really too old, and everything is old, the trees are old, the roads are old, and the people are old.

When the two of them came, they didn't drive any more, they walked all the way drenched in light snow, Yan Nuo took Fang Le's hand and put it in his pocket, the temperature could keep warming his heart.

The community is quiet and quiet, no one can be seen, presumably they all signed the demolition documents and moved out, until the only dilapidated small flower bed, I saw a dirty wild cat rummaging through the trash can , and there were two rickety old men on crutches chatting.

Fang Le was a little bit reluctant, he followed Yan Nuo to climb the stairs, the rusty iron railings were caressed by his fingers, and pieces of debris fell off crisply, Fang Le stretched out his hand to hold Yan Nuo again.

"I didn't feel much nostalgia before." Yan Nuo sighed, "Just after signing, I suddenly feel so reluctant."

Fang Le said, "I don't know what will be built here in the future."

"When they called me to inform me about the demolition, I was modeling the character and I was in a good mood." Yan Nuo recalled while looking for the key to open the door, "I think I must ask for money not to pay back the house. Let’s look around with you, if we buy something suitable, we will have our own hut.”

The last time I came back was last summer, and the room that hadn't been cleaned for a long time was full of dust.

Fang Le went to the balcony, pushed a rocking chair, and made an old creaking sound. He smiled softly, "Who would have thought of such a wonderful scene, followed by you kissing my bloody mouth?" ?”

Yan Nuo also laughed, "Stop, don't recall, otherwise there will be stories to tell everywhere in this room."

Fang Le didn't agree, and he stood in front of the locker embedded in the wall. There were two scratches on the door of the locker, six or seven centimeters apart in length. Fang Le greeted Yan Nuo, "Come and see my four-year-old Are you tall enough?"

Yan Nuoyi deliberately hugged the person in his arms before looking at the height line, "It's grown, it can grow to about three centimeters."

Fang Le is quite unwilling, he has grown up, Yan Nuo has not stood still, how much taller than him in the second year of high school, and now he is still much taller than himself.

Yan Nuo hugged him and refused to let go, but he couldn't sit or lean on him, so he simply walked and moved towards the study.

He kissed Fang Le's ear and whispered, "I went to Japan for an internship when I started school. The food is definitely not as good as in China. You can eat more during this year, and maybe you can catch up."

Fang Le was not comforted, he buried his face into Yan Nuo's neck, "I will go to find you if I miss you, I guess two or three times a month."

Yan Nuo chuckled, and didn't say anything to reject him, only said, "I will come back to find you if I miss you."

The room was actually empty, only the study room and some old man Ding's paintings remained. Yan Nuo tidied them up one by one and put them in a cardboard box. He asked, "Let's go."

Fang Le didn't want to leave. There were so many memories in this room. He dug out a fairly clean rag from the kitchen drawer and wiped the rocking chair. "Let's sit for a while and stay with it for a while."

Yan Nuo smiled slightly, his eyes were a little moist, he hugged Fang Le into his arms again, and the two squeezed into the creaking rocking chair to keep each other warm, enjoying the tranquility of the world.

There is still snowflakes outside the window, another year.