three years old

From that day on, Xing Cheng discovered that Ning Xi did not resist all his offensives, and Ning Xi was able to face the behavior of holding hands even if there was a disagreement.

At the beginning of December, all the third year of senior high school entered a state of preparation again, and the first clinical examination in early January was about to usher in.

Ning Xi was at home every day after school with her head hanging on her buttocks. She had tasted the sweetness a few days before the trip, and when she became nervous, she experienced a three-way relationship and never entered the same family. She didn't dare to provoke Ning Xi at all.

All senior high school students in Chengdu will take three city-wide diagnostic exams before the college entrance examination, and they will be directly ranked in the city, including the surrounding satellite cities of Chengdu, etc., so that they can see that their scores are at the level of the entire city of Chengdu.

Shizhong's liberal arts is the best in Chengdu, and Ning Xi's grades are ranked high in his grade. The ranking of this exam has a deep impact on him, so the importance is naturally obvious.

Ying and Chen are just a kid from Beijing. They didn’t figure out the situation during the zero-diagnosis this year. They thought it was a physical examination, and they were nervous for a while. fly?

After school for lunch at noon, Ning Xi didn't leave the classroom, so Xing Cheng made a copy of dumplings.

The clear soup was mixed with some spicy millet, and Ning Xi almost choked on a sip of the soup, her eyes were reddened by the heat, and tears overflowed, avoiding Xing Cheng's probing fingertips, and scolded ferociously: "You're not cruel. "

Xing Cheng was quite nervous, and smiled: "Isn't this waiting for you to abuse me?"

Taking advantage of Ning Xi's busy days, Xing Cheng completely forgot that he had to wait for the final exam at the beginning of January, so he rode his bicycle and went out after studying in the evening.

A group of boys in the second year of high school have just figured out the routine of the school. They don't have the tension of the third year of high school. They are more familiar with this land than the first year of high school.

Qingyang District is very large, and it is the central urban area of ​​Chengdu. After a few generations, Xing Cheng and Ning Xi are both born and bred. Both ID cards start with 510105. At that time, Xing Cheng’s family was still in the army.

At that time, the Chengdu Military Region had not yet been included in the Western Theater Command. The military agencies, the Provincial Party Committee and the Political Consultative Conference were all located in the area under their jurisdiction, and almost all of their homes and jobs were in this area.

Three-fifths of the ancient city of Shu are located in Qingyang District, Jiangjun Street, and Dongchenggen Street. These areas are all places where chasing Ning Xi and riding a bike. During the Spring Festival, the children in the area have to carry bags to load goods.

Cheng Cheng led a large group of boys to ride by the Funan River. The lights at night were dim, and there were no people on the road. After turning a corner, Cheng Cheng saw the residential area beside him that had been particularly mysterious to him since he was a child. .

What was the name of the villa here before, and now it has a better name.

Xingcheng especially likes Huanhua's houses, single-family villas, deep in the downtown area, quiet and elegant, beige-colored exterior walls, square, grand and simple, which must be particularly in line with his brother's aesthetics.

I heard from junior high school students that there is an independent library, a private garden, a breeze and greenery, and the law and order are very good. The walls must be one meter thick...

I passed by there several times on a detour by bicycle, with my back resting on Qintai Road, facing the Funan River, next to Baihuatan Park, I can take a walk when I am old!

Think far.

There will definitely be no new properties in the future. This is a problem.

Xing Cheng walked around to the sales department to check the price, felt a little bit in his heart, and thought to himself, let's set a goal first.

For such a thick wall, he had to work hard.

When I arrived at the square where I had supper, I stopped the car and sent a message to Ning Xi. I couldn't control the thoughts in my head, and asked his brother, would he buy a second-hand house in the future?

Ning Xi was still thinking, is this kid planning to study hard and want to sell second-hand houses? After thinking about it, it should mean the future, and he couldn't help being a little touched, and replied: If you have it, you will.

While Xing Cheng was making skewers, he was almost figuring out what material to use for the sofa at home...

But it still depends on what his brother likes.

Xing Cheng packed the barbecue and replied to him: In terms of villas, second-hand houses are actually fine.

Ning Xi replied slowly: That's not what it means.

He turned over the exercise book, and the night wind rolled up the corner of the curtain, gently blowing away the rubber scraps on Ning Xi's math book, and then blowing away, there was an old-fashioned desk underneath, with a wooden table top piece of glass.

A photo of Xing Cheng's ID was pressed under the glass plate, which was the same as the one on Xing Cheng's school card.

The photo was secretly taken by Ning Xi, took it to a print shop and printed it out, cut out six one-inch pieces, and threw away the first five, leaving only this one lying quietly under the glass.

Ning Xi lowered her head and let out a light breath towards the glass, a white mist appeared on the table.

With a few fingertip taps, Xing Cheng's face gradually became clear, and Ning Xi sighed.

He picked up the phone and typed slowly.

I mean, it's good to have you.

……

The winter solstice was a waste of time, and Xing Cheng never asked Ning Xi.

He sometimes felt that he and his brother would never be able to empathize with each other in terms of family.

All Xing Cheng can do is to accompany, protect, and use his own power to make Ning Xi's life better.

Except for the occasional necessary hooliganism and being treated coldly by his brother, Xing Cheng has a pretty good life.

Now, no matter what he said to Ning Xi, he would always respond.

Emotions have responded, and life has become more tacit.

Xing Cheng felt like a sail had grown on his head, everything was going well with the wind and the water.

This Saturday, the second year of high school still does not have classes, and the third year of high school has a slightly longer break at noon. After getting off the court, Xing Cheng went to Ning Xi's house for dinner.

He deliberately went to the school gate to buy two beef rice noodles, turned into the supermarket and bought two bottles of red pomegranate soda, flickered, and when he returned to Ning Xi's house, he unscrewed the bottle cap, fuck, sprayed it all on himself.

Ning Xi didn't even bother to laugh at him, so she wiped the floor with a rag and threw it into the sink for washing.

As for the smell of Xing Cheng, let yourself roll aside and think of a way, go to the bathroom to wash!

When Xing Cheng wanted to wash off his drink, he had to take off the wristband on his hand, and put it on the side cabinet if he took it casually.

Ning Xi was sitting at the small table and was putting vinegar into the rice noodles. With sharp eyes, he saw some unnatural redness in the inner circle of the wristband. He picked it up and saw that the layer next to the skin had some light spots. Light bloodstains.

Deep red and sticky, he would never admit it wrong.

When Xing Cheng came out of the bathroom, Ning Xi put the wristband back to its original position.

Although he is introverted, he has a straightforward personality. He raised his eyes and asked Xing Cheng: "Why is there blood in the wristband?"

Xing Cheng was taken aback by the question, and quickly reacted!

I won money playing streetball last night. I played too wildly and got a little injured. I went home to stop the bleeding. I didn’t pay attention to whether the wristband was stained with blood...

Xingcheng took apart the convenient chopsticks, and while adding chili peppers, he answered seriously: "I was hurt yesterday when I was playing."

Ning Xi suspected that it was a fight or something else, but after looking at Xing Cheng, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him, so he forced Xing Cheng to lift up his clothes before giving up.

But Ning Xi still couldn't change the habit of protecting the calf, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't help asking him after eating a few mouthfuls: "Which group did you fight with, with such a dark hand?"

Now Xing Cheng secretly complained, if he just mentioned a few people, next time his brother met him, shouldn't they be dealt with on the field?

"Hey, just the few other people in the school team who are together with Qi Ming, they probably haven't played streetball in the district, so they have no way out."

After Xing Cheng finished speaking, he couldn't make it up anymore, making him lie in front of Ning Xi would be fatal.

He looked at Ning Xi's face, and decided to change the subject: "Brother, you can buy me a wristband for four or five hundred, where did you get the money?"?

Ning Xi glanced at him: "Saved."

This time Chang Xingcheng couldn't believe it: "Really?"

I don't give much money every month, can I save it?

He hesitated for a while, then continued to ask: "Why did you buy a wristband? Because I gave you one before?"

Ning Xi finished eating rice noodles, wiped his mouth with a tissue, stretched out his other hand to clasp Xing Cheng's wrist, and said softly, "It's locked."

Xing Cheng suddenly used his strength to hold Ning Xi with his backhand, and the two fingertips faced each other, gradually staggered, and their fingers intertwined...

Stretched out his thumb and lightly picked Ning Xi's palm, a smirk hung on his lips, his whole handsome face was immersed in the winter afternoon sun, Ning Xi couldn't help but pull out his hand...

It gave him a brain jump.

The little fool grows up and is still a big fool.

Xing Cheng covered his head and was about to die of pain, but he still didn't give up and asked: "Brother, do you know what it means for me to pick your palm?"

Ning Xi picked up the two empty bowls she had eaten and walked towards the kitchen, and said, "You skin."

Seeing his brother beating him, Xingcheng thought he really understood, but now he rekindled the fire of hope, and shouted at the kitchen: "Go to Baidu later!"

This is what he knew when he went to Lugu Lake a few years ago. The local Mosuo people have a custom...

Later Ning Xi checked on Baidu, Xing Cheng didn't know, but he spread his palms when his brother turned around, and said again: "You should also pick me back."

Ning Xi walked over and raised his hand, Xing Cheng thought his brother was going to slap him on the hand.

Ning Xi bent her knuckles, touched the palm of Xing Cheng's palm with her fingertips, and scratched gently.

After the action was done, Ning Xi blushed and said to him: "Childish."

Hearing these two words, Xingcheng was still quite sensitive. He cared about his brother's attitude towards these things, straightened his back, measured his height of 1.8 meters, and secretly decided to show it to his brother one day what a real man.

Regarding the issue of height, Xingcheng is still very satisfied.

There is a wall in Ning Xi's house, where the height is measured, and the height is recorded every year.

When it’s a bit longer, use a pencil to draw a horizontal line, and then write a row of small pencil characters beside it, such as "2004.8.12"...

In a certain year, the handwriting became gentler, and the strength was not so strong. Xing Cheng managed to see the year clearly, and guessed it, it should be the year after Uncle Ning passed away, and he came to help Ning Xi record his height. She became Ning Xi's mother.

From then on, it still happened every year, until Ning Xi's mother remarried, and the pencil marks stopped, and the little Ning Xi seemed to really stay in that year.

But it happened that he really grew up in that year.

After making a few gestures, Xing Cheng laughed at Ning Xi's shortness, and begged for a pencil to make up his own.

According to the memory, I made up for the forgotten years little by little.

The two of them could clearly see that at the intersection of a certain year, Xing Cheng's height gradually surpassed Ning Xi's, and he was always above him.

Xingcheng reached out and touched the dark gray pencil mark, and said, "When I grow up, I will always be five centimeters taller than you."

Always cover you.

After Xing Cheng finished speaking, he kicked the basketball placed by the shoe cabinet and came over.

The basketball rolled to Xing Cheng's feet, Ning Xi leaned against the wall, supported Xing Cheng's shoulders, and stepped on it.

They kiss against the wall.

Xing Cheng surrounded Ning Xi in one place like this, and he was a little shorter, his face was held by Ning Xi, and the kiss was delicate and tender.

Always cover you, and always protect you.