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Fragment one:

Guan Jie is afraid of the cold, and his hands and feet are often cold before winter, so he put on thick clothes early.Fortunately, the one at home was like a "stove", and Guan Jie was able to sleep peacefully against his warm chest until dawn.

This year seems to be a warm winter, perhaps the relationship between the greenhouse effect.However, central heating is not provided in the south, and the house is still very cold.Guan Jie dragged out the thick quilt at home to bask in the sun.Zhang Yang, who was still sleeping late, was awakened by the sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes, and sat up sleepily with his curly hair on his head, watching his lover humming and carrying the quilt.

"What are you doing?"

"Drying the quilt, I think the weather is not bad today, so hurry up and take out the thick quilt to dry it."

"It's not yet the coldest time, your quilt is so heavy, every time you cover it, it's like a ghost pressing the bed."

"Then don't cover it! You are a ghost!"

"It's not enough for me to suppress you, do you still want ghosts to suppress you? I can't satisfy you anymore?" Zhang Yang lowered his head and pressed his phone for a while, got out of bed, walked over barefoot, and hugged Guan Jie.

Guan Jie was wrapped up a little dryly, and his face also turned red, "Get out! You rascal! You're sinking to death!"

Zhang Yang smiled and kissed Guan Jie on the cheek, holding the quilt in one hand and his lover in the other to the balcony to help Guan Jie dry the quilt.

"Hey, the weather is really good today, let's go out for a walk!" Zhang Yang said, patting the quilt.

"where to?"

"Let's go to the supermarket, I want to eat pork rib soup." Zhang Yang smiled and moved his face to Guan Jie's side.

"Pig! Just know how to eat!" Guan Jie gave him a sideways look, couldn't help laughing, touched the mouth of his "stove" symbolically, and ran away blushing, "Go and brush your teeth! It stinks!" !"

Zhang Yang was as happy as getting candy, he would not let it go, he opened his mouth and yelled at Guan Jie, "Then you will stink to death! Don't run away! Hahaha! Don't run away!"

The two of them fought and fought all morning before returning from the supermarket.The midday sun was warm, and it was very comfortable to hit the body.

Zhang Yang carried all the things he bought, while Guan Jie stretched out his arms to bask in the sun.When his whole body was hot, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Yang, "Let me get some."

Zhang Yang was tilting his head to look at him, and after listening, he moved everything to his left hand, and the free hand just held the hand he extended. "Just take this little."

The name "Stove" was not called for nothing, the heat in his hands crept into his heart little by little along his arms.Guan Jie squeezed the hand in his hand and held it firmly. "Let's have rib soup for lunch."

A courier arrived home in the afternoon, and Guan Jie signed for it.It turned out to be an electric heater!

"You decided?"

"Otherwise?" Zhang Yang, who was squatting on the ground installing the electric heater, raised his eyebrows at him, "Could it still be the ghost who pressed the bed?"

Guan Jie wanted to punch him hard, but he stretched out his hand to brush his hair involuntarily.

It seems that the thick quilt that was dried this morning is no longer needed.

After all, it is warm winter, and there is a person like a little sun beside me.Guan Jie raised the corner of his mouth quietly.

The spring in the south also came early, but after a few rains, the grass became green.

Guan Jie likes many strange smells, such as the smell of soil after rain, the smell of grass cut by a lawn mower, and the faint smell of soap after someone takes a bath.

There was an open space behind the house where the two lived. Guan Jie planted a lot of flowers and plants there when he was free. Zhang Yang was serious about playing, so he went to the building materials city to buy a swing frame. Jingle on the swing.When the swing was set up, Guan Jie's yard was already full of flowers.

This weekend, Guan Jie was watering the flowers with a hose, while Zhang Yang sat on the swing with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Guan Jie, Guan Jie! Come and push me." Zhang Yang sat on it and kicked his legs.

"Wait a minute! Watering the flowers."

"Guan Jie, Guan Jie! Look at me!"

"Wait a minute! It will be ready soon." Guan Jie didn't look up.

"Guan Jie! Guan Jie! Look at me!"

Guan Jie had no choice but to stand up, but his blood didn't seem to be able to catch up with him right away. Looking at Zhang Yang, he was actually dangling on a swing!The swing has been swinging more than half a meter high.At this moment, there was a "boom" in the head, and the eyes went black. "You fucking don't want to die! Come down quickly."

"It's okay, it's not that high!" Zhang Yang was having fun.

"Come down quickly! Do you hear me?" The scene in front of him gradually became clear, Guan Jie took a step forward, and saw Zhang Yang let go of the rope and jumped.

"Zhang Yang!"

After Zhang Yang landed firmly and excitedly ran over to hug him, Guan Jie's blood began to flow again.

"I succeeded! Hahaha! How is it? Awesome?"

Guan Jie, who had regained his strength, pushed him away and kicked him up, "Are you a fucking idiot? What if you fall to your death? Fall! Die! What to do!"

Zhang Yang giggled and avoided, "Who will satisfy you when I die!", and hugged him again.

After struggling a few times, he was hugged even tighter, and Guan Jie gave him two more hammers to relieve his anger.Listening to the powerful heartbeat of the lover, she gradually calmed down, wrapped her arms around the other's waist, and said sullenly: "Don't be scary anymore!"

Knowing that this time it was a bit too much, Zhang Yang kissed the tip of his lover's hair, then kissed his forehead, then kissed his lover's mouth, and comforted him: "Well, I'm sorry."

Another punch in the back.It doesn't hurt.Zhang Yang grinned, hugging his lover tightly.

"Stinky B, I punish you for doing the dishes today!"

The swing on the side was still swinging creakingly on the shelf, and the rhododendrons in the yard were in full bloom.

The author has something to say: This style of narration may be more suitable, so I plan to rewrite the story in this way.