can not help

Sporadic fireworks exploded in the air outside the window, scattering colorful colors.

The two of them ate their dinner in silence, as if the silence or noise outside had nothing to do with them.Qian Shucheng kept adding vegetables to Murong Ling, until the dishes in Murong Ling's bowl were piled up as high as a hill, then he reluctantly put the bowl on the small table, and broke the slightly delicate atmosphere first by opening his mouth.

"Enough, I can't eat so much."

Qian Shucheng picked up a small row and stuffed it into a bowl and said: "This is only a lot, hurry up and eat more, it's not easy for me to cook once, you have to cherish the opportunity to eat more."

Murong Ling smiled and picked up the bowl and chopsticks again. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't think about how to set the chopsticks, for fear that if he moved the bowl, all the food in the bowl would be poured.

Qian Shucheng bit his chopsticks, stared at Murong Ling's vegetables that looked like hills in the bowl, and burst out laughing, then picked up the leaves of vegetables that he thought were not nutritious and put them into his bowl.

"Is this okay to eat?"

Murong Ling was a little dumbfounded.

In the end, the dinner was finished in harmony, and Murong Ling felt that he had eaten three meals in one meal.

Qian Shucheng packed up his things and threw them aside. After going to the bathroom to wash his hands, he walked to the end of the bed expressionlessly, and then suddenly stretched his hands into the bed.

Murong Ling looked suspiciously at Qian Shucheng rubbing his hands under the bed, and moved to the head of the bed bit by bit.

Qian Shucheng is very good at pretending to be pitiful, and he often used this trick to deal with his brother in the past.Don't say this is not a man, so is a man useful?Can you find a wife?

Then this man, who will be able to bend and stretch to the end, raised his head with an aggrieved face and said, "Brother, cold hands, the water is so cold."

Murong Ling sighed, stepped aside and said, "Come on."

Qian Shucheng chuckled, took off his shoes and plunged them into the bed, and unceremoniously put his wrist around Murong Ling's waist.

Murong Ling's whole body froze, he was really not used to such intimate contact, and he looked at the head rubbing in his arms dully.

Qian Shucheng raised his head after rubbing enough, looked straight at the face on his head that was too beautiful every time he looked at it, and said: "Brother, you can't be so soft-hearted outside, you are called leading a wolf into the house, you know?"

Murong Ling hesitated for a moment, but raised his hand to rub Qian Shucheng's somewhat messy black hair and said softly, "No one dares to sleep on my bed except you."

Qian Shucheng: "..."

In other words, I have never talked about love.

Qian Shucheng happily let Murong Ling rub his hair into a mess and said, "Brother, I really like you."

Murong Ling paused for playing with his hair: "Yes."

Qian Shucheng tightened his arms around his waist and said, "I'm serious."

Murong Ling straightened the broken hair on Qian Shucheng's forehead to the side: "You are still young."

Qian Shucheng pulled Murong Ling's skirt with his hands and said, "It's not too young."

Murong Ling: "I'm 7 years older than you."

Qian Shucheng lifted the skirt of his shirt and touched the bandage around his waist: "So what."

Murong Ling: "I'm almost 30."

Qian Shucheng's hand moved up a few inches: "I'm almost there too."

Murong Ling: "..."

Qian Shucheng continued to say to himself: "And you see, I am anxious to grow up, you are so tender, and I will look older than you in a few years. The age itself is just a reminder of how long I have lived. , we still have such a long way to go in the future, why bother with this? No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the disaster, we should enjoy the present, don’t you think?”

The words are not serious, and the hands are not serious.

That dishonest hand was stroking back and forth on the warm and somewhat tight waistline, the delicate touch really made Qian Shucheng a little addicted.Subconsciously recalled the last intimate contact in my mind, why didn't I touch it properly?No, the hand feeling was not so good last time. There are many bumps and bumps on his back, which should be scars.

Thinking about it, Qian Shucheng felt a little distressed, and the movements of his hands were more gentle.

Murong Ling's whole body froze into a stone, and he was so unresponsive that he didn't even think that he should immediately pull out that messy claw and chop it up.

Qian Shucheng also knew that enough was enough, and felt that he might be thrown from upstairs if he went on so presumptuously.Reluctantly, he squeezed his hand for the last time, and quickly withdrew his hand before Murong Ling could react, and then asked Murong Ling with an innocent face: "What's wrong? The wound hurts again?"

Murong Ling raised his forehead, really didn't know what to say, went back and forth in his mind for several times, and finally only said two words: "No."

……

Approaching eleven o'clock, the sound of crackling firecrackers began to sound outside the window, and the fireworks bloomed 'bang bang bang', decorating the sky that had been silent for a year.

The temperature in the room was not high, Qian Shucheng was buried under the blanket, staring at his mobile phone to grab red envelopes among his high school classmates.When these working-class students get together, they basically give out a few cents and wrap them into several packages to see who can grab the most, and then the luckiest person will continue to give out.He was lucky, so he snatched almost 5 yuan in red envelopes and got the 'best luck' every time, and was despised by his classmates in turn.

Murong Ling is still reading the previous document. There are many places in it that he needs to scrutinize over and over again before continuing to read. This is the slowest document he has read in his life. It is really because of another person lying on the bed. , It is enough to play with the mobile phone with one hand, and the other hand is always restless.

In the end, Murong Ling really had no choice but to hold the wriggling paw in his hand, and then he settled down.

Qian Shucheng's classmates were jubilant at this time, the person who had been passing by the 'luckiest' finally won the lottery, everyone booed together and asked Qian Shucheng to contribute all the property he had embezzled before.

Qian Shucheng stared at the phone screen dumbfounded but read every word, all the attention was attracted by the hand holding him.I don't know if it's because Murong Ling has been holding documents outside the bed, or because of his natural physique, his hand is cold and cold attached to Qian Shucheng's hand, and a trace of strangeness penetrates into the skin from the back of his hand, and then flows into it along with the blood. Qian Shucheng's heart that almost stopped beating.

'Hey, brother, are you fallen?Run away for a few cents?The students are going to raise funds and offer rewards to chase you down! '

While Qian Shucheng was still immersed in the tactile sensation from his hand, a buzzing message came from his phone.Only then did he realize that he had just become a 'unlucky guy', and he was also a 'unlucky guy' who absconded with money.The group condemned him, saying that digging three feet into the ground would also dig him out as a 'corrupt' person.

It was really inconvenient to type with one hand, and after struggling again and again, Qian Shucheng took his hand out of Murong Ling's without much effort.

Murong Ling remained calm on the face, but secretly sighed in his heart, as expected...

Before he could figure out why, Qian Shucheng squeezed his hand that was one size smaller than his, and squeezed Murong Ling's calloused fingers from time to time.The other hand struggled for a long time and finally managed to send out the red envelope.

Murong Ling lowered his head and looked at Qian Shucheng, who was frowning with half of his head exposed, who was concentrating on practicing One Finger Zen. He felt his hands were a little hot, and he wanted to break free from the fire that bound him.But he was a little bit reluctant, the warmth he finally got, even if he persisted for a second, even if it was only for a second.

Murong Ling withdrew his gaze and put it on the document again, trying to divert his attention, but the words on the paper seemed to be a feud with him, and all of them turned mischievously for a while, without catching a single word in his eyes.

'I'll go, Dabao. '

'thank you boss. '

'So just now, Uncle Qian went to transfer money in order to send us big packages? '

'thanks. '

'Mr. Qian, I apologize to you for my ignorance just now. For the sake of my sincerity, adults don't remember the mistakes of villains, and don't be as knowledgeable as small ones.You see, do you want to send another one? '

Qian Shucheng looked at the phone and laughed endlessly, and the endless shaking successfully attracted Murong Ling who was distracted beside him.

"What laughing?"

He's not a gossip person, it's all because he can't pay attention to the business, and his hands are very hot, and he wants to lure Qian Shucheng to talk to him.After the words were out of his mouth, Murong Ling regretted it. What he laughed at must have nothing to do with him. It would be impolite to ask so many other people's private facts.

"Huh? We were playing red envelope solitaire, and they all gave out a few cents. I sent a red envelope of 5 yuan. These people are going to call me daddy, hahahahahaha." After finishing speaking, Qian Shucheng also put his mobile phone He leaned in front of Murong Ling and showed him.

Sure enough, all the groups were 'Thank you local tyrant', 'Writer master', 'Thank you boss', and there was really a 'Thank you dad'.

Murong Ling: "..."

He really didn't know what to say, this situation... He was not familiar with it.

Qian Shucheng looked at Murong Ling with bright eyes, and said, "I robbed a total of 5 yuan, and I donated it all because of a handshake. I have lost all my New Year's money, what should I do?"

Murong Ling looked at him, and silently took out his phone.

Not long after, Qian Shucheng's mobile phone 'ding', he picked it up and took a look, swallowed unconsciously.

Murong Ling raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a treacherous smile, "Is it enough for the annual fee?"

Qian Shucheng sat up abruptly, raised Murong Ling's hands to his chest, clasped them tightly and said reverently, "That's enough, sir, please take care of me, I can warm the bed."

Murong Ling pushed him back into the quilt without laughing or laughing: "Go in quickly, don't catch a cold."

Qian Shucheng got under the covers again, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the document in Murong Ling's hand saying 'Haichuang Technology'. For some reason, he felt that these words looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he saw them.He frowned and then let go, forget it, it has nothing to do with him, why bother.

He arched himself under the quilt, found a comfortable position, showed his dark eyes, and said, "Brother, do you have any wishes for the New Year?"

Murong Ling raised his eyebrows: "What wish do you have?"

Qian Shucheng squeezed Murong Ling's hand and said, "I have three wishes."

"tell me the story."

"The first one, as you know, is to avenge my brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Shucheng clearly felt that the hand he was holding moved almost inaudibly. If he hadn't paid attention, then the subtle movement might have been ignored.

Qian Shucheng continued calmly, "Second, you should be my boyfriend."

Now the stiffness in Murong Ling's hand became more obvious.

"The third one, I won't tell you yet."