As a skilled bamboo horse, gradually change to attack

"Sister, do you want to go?" Ouyang Ziyu stood sideways, holding a helmet in one hand, with a short beard on his face, which looked like he hadn't shaved for a few days, and was a little bit vicissitudes.

Jiang Liumeng hid beside Jiang Linan, followed his gaze to look at the dazzling Jiang Zhou sitting in front of the piano, and muttered unhappily: "Is it so beautiful? You can't finish watching it. Everyday It’s not boring to watch them all.”

In this room, except for him, no one is in a good mood, and the notes pop out from his fingertips, propping up the only joy on New Year's Eve.

"I can't get tired of it," Jiang Linan leaned against the door frame and rubbed the back of his neck. He likes the boat in front of him the most. "I won't get tired of seeing it for many years."

Even he himself felt a little embarrassed when he said this.

Jiang Liumeng snorted jealously, and said dissatisfied: "You just said that you are not allowed to show affection in front of me, brother, why did you turn around and forget?"

Jiang Linan was at a loss for words for a moment, so he could only look away and rubbed Jiang Liumeng's head.

Don't look, just listen with your ears. The ears are satisfied, but the eyes are not.

"How did you come in?" Jiang Gaohan asked with a frown, holding the cold marble tabletop with one hand, his eyes also looked cold, when he saw Jiang Lin'an at the door, he suddenly understood, put his head down and smiled wryly, feeling a little crazy.

Exhausted, old and depressed, the benchmark image in Jiang Linan's heart suddenly shattered at this moment, revealing the most vulnerable part inside, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, his body involuntarily wanted to lean over, but the sound of the piano suddenly changed, His thoughts were pulled by the boat, it was the song he wanted to hear.

Xiao Zhou smiled softly at him, maybe he was the only one in this room who could smile so naturally at this moment.

Sister Tong stared at Ouyang Ziyu for a long time, her eyes scanned back and forth between the two men, and then she turned her eyes to Jiang Zhou in front of the piano, "I should be wrong, you know me too well That's right, how could I be with a dying person?"

She suddenly picked up a table knife, picked up the skirt and cut it open. No one had time to stop it. With the sound of fabric tearing, she cut off most of the skirt, revealing the denim shorts hidden inside. The long legs were exposed, kicked the shoes on the feet, and stood barefoot on the ground, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of this winter night.

The torn but still beautiful clothes are also out of place with this house.

When she passed by Jiang Gaohan, she was as firm as ever, but she was only one step away from Ouyang Ziyu, and when she reached out to pick up the helmet, she stopped, "But you shouldn't hide it I, I shouldn't hide it from me again. Xiaozhou, thank you."

The helmet was firmly taken over, and she walked out without turning her head. She didn't even look at Jiang Lin'an again. The two motorcycles under the steps started one after another. With the loud engine sound, Jiang Zhou The last key fell down.

"Brother, what about us? Do we want to go?" He asked.

"So you didn't choose anything, did you?" Jiang Linan looked at the distant spot of light, and his tone was flat. He felt that he had missed something. He couldn't just leave after Ouyang Ziyu came, "Nothing. If you want, you will have nothing, won’t you?”

Jiang Gaohan didn't answer, just stared blankly at the rags on the ground, Secretary Wu stood beside him, no matter whether he helped him or not.

"Zhouzhou, accompany me to the room to get some things, and we'll go back to school after we finish." Jiang Lin'an felt that he couldn't stand it any longer, and he couldn't help showing concern for his father, no matter how incompetent he was. , but in Jiang Linan's heart, the benchmark is always the benchmark, and it is difficult for him to accept his father's current state.

For the first time, Jiang Zhou didn't stand up gracefully from the piano chair. It was more like he couldn't wait. The chair was tilted and he didn't help it. He followed happily, but was deliberately bumped by Jiang Liumeng halfway.

"What's the hurry, my brother can't run!" Jiang Liumeng snorted, rubbed his arms, and shouted at Jiang Lin'an: "Brother! Your boyfriend bullied me!"

"?" Jiang Zhou was shocked and didn't say a word. There are few people in this world who are more shameless than him. He has perfected the kung fu of talking nonsense with his eyes open. He didn't expect to be robbed by a little girl. Didn't even complain.

I thought Jiang Linan would speak to him, but he listened, "You bully him back, he dare not fight back."

"???"

"An'an." Jiang Gaohan, who hadn't recovered from staring at the broken skirt for a long time, finally spoke.

Jiang Lin'an stopped, thinking that there must be something that made him not go back, and something to threaten him with. Frustrated in love, he thought he wanted to get back from his son.

"Your key."

With a jingle, a small silver key flew over, bounced twice on the ground, and landed right at Jiang Linan's feet.

"This is..." Before he could ask, he suddenly realized.

When he left two years ago, he locked everything related to the boat, and threw away the key at that time.

When he bent down with difficulty and picked up the silver key from the ground, he blurted out a thank you.

Being so polite makes him even less like a father and son.

Out of the corner of his eye, when he bent down, Jiang Gaohan also bent down and took the broken skirt in his hand.

The room was very clean, with clean sheets and quilt covers, and the whole room was warmed up and even incensed. The fragrance was faint but not strong.

"I asked my aunt to tidy up for you, thinking that maybe you won't leave tonight." Jiang Liumeng said as if asking for credit, sat down on the soft bed, and then lay down comfortably, "Brother, do you want to leave?" Why don't you stay one night, Dad must be very sad when that woman leaves, and if you leave too, he doesn't know how sad he will be."

"What's sad? No matter how sad, he didn't make it by himself." Jiang Zhou also walked over and sat down, and said happily: "I haven't slept on this bed for a long time. To be honest, I still miss it a little bit."

Jiang Liumeng turned around and looked at him lying down, "What do you miss?"

"I miss... sleeping with my brother on this bed!"

"Brother! He's playing hooligans!"

When the two children got together, they were either arguing or fighting. Jiang Linan wandered around the room. There was nothing missing or too much. Everything was exactly the same as when he left. The school uniform also stood there intact.

Feeling a little emotional in his heart, and for some reason, the tired figure of his father was hard to dissipate in his mind for a long time.

In fact, he didn't want to take anything away, he just wanted to take a look at it. Now that he has the key, he really wants to take one or two things with him.

The silver key was inserted into the lock, and with a soft sound, he opened the cabinet.

"What?" Jiang Zhou probed over, but at the moment he saw it, he seemed to lose his soul. He stumbled out of bed and murmured: "This is not, isn't this all given to you by me?" something?"

He squatted next to Jiang Linan's legs like a puppy, looking from the bottom floor, "Do you have any videos of me playing the piano when I was eight years old?! These photos, no, I don't have any of these photos, I almost forgot about me Played the piano here, brother! Where did you come from!"

As he flipped through everything, Jiang Zhou's expression became more and more complicated. He raised his head to look at Jiang Lin'an, trying to see something from his expression, but found that he was still calm.

"This! I drew the two of us in my elementary school painting class!" Jiang Zhou found a drawing stuck in the middle of the photo album. On the drawing, two ugly, even crooked little boys were holding hands, one head An is written on the head, and Zhou is written on the head.

On the far side is a row of words written in a pen in an extremely uncoordinated manner. The handwriting is beautiful, but immature.

[Zhouzhou asked me today what kind of person I like, and I said I like cute ones, shorter than me, younger than me, and those who draw ugly.He was very sad and said that I didn't like him, because his paintings were so beautiful, they were the most beautiful ones in the class. ]

Jiang Zhou swallowed, raised his head and said, "Brother, what should I do? I draw so beautifully, and I'm taller than you."

Jiang Linan looked down at him, and didn't want to answer him a word, but just found a photo frame in the innermost part.

A woman in a white dress is hugging a little girl. On the side of the skirt is a little boy who is holding onto the hem of her skirt and refuses to let go. red.

And next to the little boy was a boy who was shorter than him, holding his arm, as milky as if it had been soaked in a milk jug.

Anyone who looked at it would think that Jiang Lin'an's ears were red because of Xiao Xiaozhou's anger, but only the person involved knew that he had just learned the word "like" and was pestered by the person he liked. ashamed.

As soon as his hand touched Xiaozhou's soft hair, before he could touch it carefully, Jiang Liumeng rolled over from the bed and gave him a look to let him know.

He sighed in his heart, and had no choice but to take his hands back. No matter what, he should take care of his little sister's mood.

He stepped aside and let the two kids rummage through his closet full of secrets.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his fingertips back and forth on the woman's face. Looking at that face, he felt a little strange for some reason.

The leg was caught suddenly, Xiaozhou didn't care about Jiang Liumeng who was making trouble at the side, adjusted a suitable posture, leaned comfortably on Jiang Linan's calf, looked up at the same time triumphantly, and asked with a smile : "Brother, can I take all of these away?"

"No," Jiang Linan handed him the photo frame, "I can only bring this."

Jiang Zhou twisted unhappily, "That's a pity, maybe we can only take it away when we get married?"

"Marry? Marry a fart!" Jiang Liumeng pulled Jiang Zhou's clothes angrily, trying to get him up, but her strength was too weak, and she looked pitiful, so she had to start playing her temper again , "Brother! You said you would make out with him in front of me!"

Jiang Linan was helpless, just about to pull his legs away, but Jiang Zhou suddenly stood up, grabbed Jiang Liumeng's arm, and led her to the door of the bedroom without saying a word, no matter how much the little girl struggled and tore in his hands , He didn't let go, he just threw it out.

He quickly closed the door, locked it, and did it in one go, like an old hand.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Linan's legs were still in mid-air, startled by Xiao Zhou's actions, and he suddenly panicked when he heard his sister's sound of beating, beating, and cursing outside.

"Doesn't she want to see it? I'll just get it out." Jiang Zhou walked over slowly, and gently placed the photo frame in his hand on the head of the bed. On the back of his neck, suppressing his smile, he leaned closer and said, "Underage girls can't see this."