Mr. Qin is always serious

Longdu, Zhoushui Street.

There are people coming and going on the street, Christmas songs are playing in the shops next to it, and Santa Claus with a white beard is delivering gifts in the square.

Wen Lang went to the store and bought two elk headbands and three small Christmas hats. The elk headbands were for him and Mr. Qin, and the small Christmas hats were for the three small animals at home.

Wen Lang put on the elk headband and tried to adjust the angle: "Is this okay?"

Qin Jingshen reached out and pinched the elk horns and moved to the left: "It's ok."

He let go of his hand, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his fingers lightly brushed across Wen Lang's cheek.

Wen Lang didn't pay attention, and looked at Qin Jingshen with another headband: "Mr. Qin, lower your head, your Santa Claus is going to give you an elk headband."

Qin Jingshen lowered his head according to his words, and Wen Lang put the headband on him with a smile: "Mr. Qin, you are cute."

Qin Jingshen seemed a little unaccustomed to wearing such things, so he pursed his lips and hummed, the more Wen Lang looked at him, the more cute he became, he took out his phone and tried to take a photo with him: "Mr. Qin, do you want to take a picture?"

His words were in a questioning tone, but the camera was already turned on, Qin Jingshen glanced down, held his hand after a while, and pressed the shooting button.

"Crack-"

Two people wearing elk headbands are frozen in the camera frame, one person's eyes are deep and gentle, the other person is a little dazed, turning his head to look at the person next to him, the elk antlers on his head touch each other lightly, Biyun Soft and sweeter than sugar.

Wen Lang's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't speak.

Qin Jingshen put the phone back into his pocket: "Let's go, let's go buy a red scarf."

So 10 minutes later, Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen both had red scarves around their necks.

The color and style are exactly the same, and each other's initials are embroidered on the inconspicuous part of the tail.

Wen Lang was very satisfied, and stretched out his hand to rub the scarf: "I will wear it to the set for filming later, and I can use it to feed Xi Yuan dog food when I have nothing to do."

Xi Yuan: Bah!shameless!

Qin Jingshen hid a smile in his eyes: "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said, "I will also wear it at work."

not easy.

Uncle Qin, the straight man of steel, finally got his senses.

Wen Lang was so moved that he rolled his eyes, "Then Qi Ya might have to cry too."

Qin Jingshen gave a low laugh: "Leave him alone."

Wen Lang nodded frankly, showing no guilt towards Xi Yuan and Qi Ya: "Then let's continue. When I came here just now, I saw a Sichuan hotpot restaurant over there. I heard that it seems to be pretty good. Do you want to eat it?"

Of course, Qin Jingshen would not disobey his wishes, he said yes softly, and finally added: "But you can't eat too much, you have to film tomorrow."

Uncle Qin is still strict today.

Wen Lang laughed: "I'm very good, Uncle Qin."

The words "Uncle Qin" came to his ears, Qin Jingshen pursed his lips and did not speak.

Wen Lang looked at it, and suddenly realized that Mr. Qin seemed to purse his lips every time at this time, it seemed that he was very concerned about the age difference.

So cute.

170 Nine-year-old Taotie Cub rubbed his chin, thinking that this is actually quite emotional.

As for how much older he is than Mr. Qin, His Majesty said that he doesn't care at all.

Unreasonable and strong, Mr. Lang is just so crazy.

In the endless society, Lang took his boyfriend, Mei Zizi, to eat hot pot next to him. After eating the hot pot for almost an hour, when he came out, he was covered in the smell of hot pot.

The snow outside has fallen a little more in the past hour, and there is a lot of snow on the ground, and there is a clear footprint when stepping on it.

Qin Jingshen went to the corner to get an umbrella, Wen Lang stood by the door and waited for half a minute, the scarf was already covered with a thin layer of snow.

He reached out to touch it, and Qin Jingshen also came over there, and raised his hand to cover him under the umbrella: "Let's go."

"Where are you going now?" Wen Lang looked at him.

Qin Jingshen didn't come out very often, and he had never had this kind of dating experience before, so he slightly lowered his eyes when he heard this.

Wen Lang just laughed, and reached out to poke him on the cheek: "Then don't think about it, isn't it just shopping when you come out to play? Let's do the same, and I want to buy you a gift Come on, do you want an orange cat doll?"

Orange cat doll.

Primary school students may not be so easy to coax when they fall in love.

But Mr. Qin is so easy to coax, his eyes are instantly stained with an unconcealable softness and smile: "Yes."

"Let's go." Wen Lang looked across, "Have you seen that store? It's the one with the Cat's Claw sign. I've been eyeing it since I first came here. Apart from the orange cat doll, there seems to be a cup Pillows or something, buy them back and be with my Jingdong cat as a companion."

Qin Jingshen hummed, and walked over there with him holding an umbrella, his eyes were extremely gentle.

The two of them took a look around at the cat's claw store, and came out with a lot of rewards. Orange cat coasters, pillows, and small bookmarks were everything. Wen Lang also found an apron with an orange cat's head printed on it in the corner. It looked very similar to the style of the Shiba Inu apron at home. very similar.

So I immediately decided to buy it back.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark, and Wen Lang was still not finished, so he dragged Qin Jingshen to the nearby pedestrian street for two or three hours to go shopping and eat, and then came out to the sky and the night was dark, and the time on the clock tower was exactly set at nine o'clock in the evening.

Wen Lang was holding a bunch of shopping bags, and looked at Qin Jingshen reluctantly: "It's nine o'clock so soon, Mr. Qin, I have to go back. Brother Wen Rong has given the door control, and I have to go home before ten o'clock."

As he said that, he wanted to sigh, and he wanted to go home before ten o'clock, even a high school student couldn't do it logically.

People who are attracted by big names such as Queen Xiongqu will have self-study at 09:30 next night.

Qin Jingshen's eyes flickered slightly: "Do I have to go back?"

Wen Lang heard the meaning of his words, and immediately felt even more reluctant, but he couldn't help it, so he nodded helplessly.

Qin Jingshen didn't make things difficult for him, and reached out to take the shopping bag from Wen Lang's arms: "I'll take you back."

Wen Lang said good, paused and couldn't help but add: "Or we can wait a little later, after all, I bought brother Wen Rong a very pleasing gift, for the sake of the gift, he should You won't tell me..."

The last bar is particularly unassuming.

The smile in Qin Jingshen's eyes became more obvious, and he rubbed his hair with his free hand: "It's okay, let's go back."

Wen Lang wrinkled his nose, and went to the parking lot with his boyfriend with great reluctance. After getting in the car, he still didn't give up: "Should we really not be late?"

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly: "I don't want him to talk about you, as for the others..."

He turned his head to meet Wen Lang's eyes, his eyes were as soft as his voice: "Wen Lang, see you tomorrow."

The little unhappiness in Wen Lang's heart dissipated immediately.

He didn't continue to say these words. After staring at Qin Jingshen for a while, he suddenly got up and kissed the man in front of him hard on the lips, and smiled contentedly: "Christmas gift, Mr. Qin, wait for me to go home."

The voice is clear and bright, and the peach blossom eyes are slightly curved.

Qin Jingshen looked at him carefully for a long time before replying in a low voice.

"it is good."

When I went back, it was nine forty-five.

After a little farewell, they will be separated again. It's rare for Xiao Zai Zai to be hypocritical and clingy like never before.

The two of them stayed downstairs for a while. Seeing that the time was about to pass the gate control, Wen Lang had no choice but to temporarily suppress the stickiness, turned around and went upstairs with a bunch of things in his arms.

There was a light on outside the door, Wen Lang opened the door and went in, and saw Wen Rong, who was decorating the Christmas tree in the corner, with a red Christmas hat on his head.

Wen Lang put the things in his arms aside: "Brother, I'm back."

Wen Rong looked back at him: "Don't take off your coat, it's easy to catch a cold if you take it off as soon as you enter the door."

Wen Lang abruptly stopped the hand pulling the zipper: "Okay, okay."

Wen Rong then turned around and continued to decorate the Christmas tree. It seemed that he was doing this kind of thing for the first time. The little elk pendant was placed and disassembled, and he was not satisfied no matter how he looked at it.

Wen Lang walked over, and there was a Christmas hat on his head as soon as he got close, he looked up, Wen Rong looked at him: "Put it on, don't fall off."

Xiao Zai Zai fixed the hat obediently, and asked curiously: "Brother, why do you suddenly think about Christmas?"

Wen Rong paused, and took off the elk doll that had just been hung up: "I haven't celebrated festivals with you for many years, and I heard from Paixiu that cubs as old as you like these foreign festivals now, so I want to Trying to do it...but I'm not used to it, it doesn't seem to be right."

Wen Lang was stunned.

He knows Wen Rong, the ancient auspicious beast Bai Ze, who guards something almost obsessively in his bones. In the past many years, he only wears Tang suits for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and those in the West are never touched.

But now, the head of the family is standing in the corner and trying hard to decorate a Christmas tree for the little one at home, trying to make it as beautiful as possible, and he is not willing to compromise at all.

Wen Lang's nose suddenly felt a little sour, and he reached out to take the elk doll in Wen Rong's hand and hung it up: "Does this look good?"

Wen Rong took a step back and looked at it: "It looks good."

"Then let's come together." Wen Lang moved closer to him, "Is this little Santa Claus going to be placed on top of the elk?"

"should be."

Wen Rong said uncertainly, and after finishing speaking, he watched Wen Lang put the Santa Claus doll on it casually, tilted his head and smiled at him: "No, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's not important, let's have a good time until the Spring Festival, suddenly I really want to eat the dumplings you made, the kind with copper coins inside, and I also really want small gifts like paper-cut figurines and lanterns."

"If you want, don't wait until then, I'll make it for you when I'm free."

"That won't work, there's no atmosphere." Wen Lang stretched out his arms to hug Wen Rong's waist, "There is still lucky money, I can't just save this just because I have financial resources now."

Wen Rong laughed and looked at him indulgently: "There are all of them."

His voice was clear and clear, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was still the taste in Wen Lang's memory.

It was always like this when I was a child, there were only the two of them in the family, and when they grew up, they would make New Year's Eve dinner and small paper-cut lanterns by themselves. Wen Lang liked them very much.

So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, Wen Rong still remembers him, but he himself just wanted to go home later.

Wen Lang felt a little uncomfortable, and buried his face on Wen Rong: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Wen Rong lowered his head: "Huh?"

Wen Lang told Wen Rong his current mood in a very low voice. After speaking, he suddenly felt even more uncomfortable, his eyelashes trembled, and he repeated again: "I'm sorry."

Just a few seconds after the voice fell, I felt my hair was gently rubbed, and then a warm and gentle voice sounded from above: "Lang Lang, it's okay."

Wen Lang didn't speak.

Wen Rong smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to hold his face and lifted it up, his eyes were gentle and gentle: "Isn't my little cub going home now? That's enough, but——"

Wen Lang looked at him and subconsciously sucked his nose.

Wen Rong was amused by Zai Zai's silly look, and rubbed his hair again: "However, if Qin Jingshen comes over next time, you can call him up to stay for a while, but you are not allowed to stay overnight."

huh huh?

Wen Lang thought for a moment that he had heard wrong, and his peach blossom eyes opened into the arc of almond eyes.

Wen Rong then laughed: "Okay, why are you so coquettish for such a big man, are you hungry? I put a gift for you in my bedroom, go and see if you like it."

After speaking, he raised his hand to decorate the Christmas tree again, and did not continue to look at Wen Lang.

Wen Lang knew that the elders were afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he stood up and went to the bedroom as he said, and opened the door to look inside, he was stunned.

——There are two plush dolls, one big and one small, in the middle of the bed. The big one is just a white plush ball, lying there with bent legs and slightly bowing its head. Its eyes are as gentle as lake water. It is looking at the little one. The doll, a brown ball, seemed to be asleep when leaning against it, with a few wisps of silly hair rubbing off its head.

Wen Lang often did this when he was a child. He liked to turn into his original shape and bask in the sun with Wen Rong. He fell asleep after a while, and didn't wake up until evening.

Wen Lang stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly laughed after a while, turned around and opened the door and smiled at Wen Rong: "Brother, I like this gift very much! The small brown dumplings are cute, and the big white dumplings are even cuter!"

The people in the corner didn't look back and didn't respond, they continued to decorate the Christmas tree in front of them, but their lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Silly cub.

Obviously you are the cutest.

The author has something to say: Wow, I felt so soft when I wrote this chapter!

Hugging me, Bai Ze, is a sprint of tens of thousands of miles!You chase!No!arrive!