Wait till the sun rises

Li Annian, who was innocently lying on the gun, received a call from Xu Jiming when he got home.

Li Annian hung up the phone angrily, and only after drinking half a bowl of porridge did he realize that he didn't know why Xu Jiming was angry.

"Crazy." Li Annian cursed secretly, seeing his father frowning and staring at him, stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

All the responsibility for the weird dream was passed on to Li Annian. After a few days, Xu Jiming was full of guilt towards Xia Yang while packing up some clothes and rushed to County S amidst Han Ling's instructions to pay attention to safety.

All kinds of shops and small shops passed by. A few years ago, this place was a relatively remote suburb. After so many years of development, it has become much more prosperous.

Xu Jiming got out of the taxi and walked towards Xia Yang's house with his big and small bags.

The original dirt road was covered with gravel, which creaked when stepped on. This place can be regarded as the junction of urban and rural areas, with the hustle and bustle of towns, but more of the tranquility and tranquility of the countryside.

There are neatly arranged trees on both sides of the road, and the doorways of several houses are full of old people chatting. Because it is Chinese New Year, people who have gone out to work have returned home, so it is particularly lively.

The place with an old tree in front of the gate in the distance is Xia Yang's home.

From a distance, Xu Jiming saw Xia Yang sitting on a stool on the concrete floor at the door, holding a four or five-year-old child in his arms, reading the fairy tales in the book seriously with his head down.

The first heavy snowfall of the year fell last night, the ground was pure white, reflecting the clear and cold sunlight, giving off a kind of cold silver light.

Xia Yang was wearing a light blue down jacket, which made him fairer and more handsome, with the childishness of a teenager, and a taste that Xu Jiming himself could not describe.At his feet lay a big, lazy black dog, basking in the sun with its eyes squinted.

Xu Jiming smiled when such a warm picture appeared in front of his eyes.

As he got closer, Bailey, a big black dog lying on the ground, came towards him wagging his tail. Bailey was already more than ten years old this year, and he was considered old in the age of a dog, but he still wanted to greet him with his tail.

"Hey, did you get motion sick this time?" Xu Jiming put the thing in one hand, and gently rubbed Bailey's dog's head with his free hand, and the black dog stuck out its tongue to lick his. palm.

Xia Yang closed the book and put it on a chair beside him, stepped forward to take the things in Xu Jiming's hand, saw his slender fingers stretched out dark purple by the bag, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

Xia Yang said: "It's a good time to come back this time, no motion sickness."

Xu Jiming took half of the bag in Xia Yang's hand, looked down at Bailey and said with a smile, "I've made progress. I'll give you a reward. I'll have chicken legs for lunch."

Xia Yang led him in with his things, Xu Jiming looked at the little follower who followed Xia Yang closely, and asked with a smile, "Whose child is this?"

"Grandpa Zhao's great-grandson next door."

"Where is Grandpa?"

"Going to visit." Xia Yang put the things he brought on the table, and when he was about to speak, Xu Jiming interrupted him first, "Don't talk about me anymore, my parents asked me to bring them , let’s take it as food expenses.”

The little baby raised his head and looked at the two with wide eyes, looking very immature and cute.

Xu Jiming took out a few candies from his pocket, and the child was not afraid to step forward and grab them in his hands. He raised an eyebrow and said to Xia Yang, "Look, it's much cuter than when you were young."

Xia Yang glanced at him, then at the clock, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, he said, "It's time to cook." Xu Jiming shrugged his shoulders, grabbed the candy-eating child, and sat down like a fool. On the solid wooden chair on the side, "I'm exhausted, so I won't help you."

Xia Yang nodded and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

The child in Xu Jiming's arms has obviously become familiar with Xia Yang these days, before Xu Jiming could speak, he shouted in a childish voice, "Eat egg custard."

Holding the child in his arms, Xu Jiming nodded to Xia Yang and said, "Okay, let's eat egg custard with milk."

Although he was tired from yelling, after Xia Yang washed the dishes, Xu Jiming still squeezed into the kitchen. Xia Yang glanced at him and ordered naturally, "Scrape a piece of ginger for me."

Xu Jiming looked out. The child sat on the chair in a proper manner and counted the candies in his hand. Seeing him looking over, he raised his head and smiled at him. Xu Jiming responded with a bright smile.

Xu Jiming squatted by the trash can, holding Jiang in his hands, and said to Xia Yang, "This kid is really nice, and he is not shy at all. What else do you want, I will wash it for you together."

Xia Yang glanced at it and said, "No more, I've done everything else."

Click.Xia Yang was distracted for a moment, and he didn't control the force of the kitchen knife in his hand, and the blade hit the wooden board with a click.The index finger of Xia Yang's left hand spurted bright red blood instantly.

Xu Jiming threw the ginger in his hand, frowned and pulled Xia Yang's finger. Xia Yang reached into his trousers pocket for a tissue, but Xu Jiming took his bleeding fingertips in his mouth first.

Xia Yang's fingertips trembled, his amber eyes widened, and his whole body froze into a statue, just like the snow-covered river not far outside.

Xu Jiming held Xia Yang's finger in his mouth, and his ears froze when he saw Xia Yang's red glow.Did he call himself a fool in his heart?Cut your hand to find medicine?Or flush it with water, what are you doing?

Xu Jiming had just washed the ginger with drops of water on his hand, so he grabbed Xia Yang's wrist with his wet palm like this. He looked away uncomfortably, but he couldn't spit it out, because it would only make him look worse. Awkward.

Xu Jiming tried his best to make his facial expression look natural, frowned slightly and sucked the blood from Xia Yang's fingers before spitting out his fingers.

The mouth was full of sweet rust, Xu Jiming pursed his lips, Xia Yang looked at the red blood stains on his light-colored lips, and tightly clenched the hand hanging by his side.

Invisible embarrassment permeated the kitchen, and the two of them were like puppets placed in the middle of the house motionless.After an unknown amount of time, Xia Yang twitched his arm lightly, and Xu Jiming let go of his hand like an electric shock, and took a step back.

"Then what?" Xu Jiming cleared his throat, and managed to find his own voice, "It is said in the book that saliva can be disinfected, so I'm in a hurry, just... oh, stop laughing."

Seeing that Xu Jiming, who is usually eloquent, suddenly became incoherent, Xia Yang laughed.

Xu Jiming was a little speechless, and he was a little embarrassed at first, but the discomfort disappeared in an instant with his smile.

After driving Xia Yang out and closing the kitchen door, Xu Jiming thought while cleaning the unlucky piece of ginger, Xia Yang is really a miraculous person, and of course he is also miraculous when he is with him.

It wasn't until Xu Jiming shredded the ginger that he realized that the wound on Xia Yang's hand hadn't been treated. He opened the door and saw Xia Yang coming out of the bedroom holding a band-aid.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yang asked.

Xu Jiming said, "You don't disinfect?" After speaking, he looked at Xia Yang's half-smiling eyes and almost bit his tongue.He slammed the door shut.Xia Yang's hearty and joyful laughter was outside, but he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Xu Jiming remained silent. Grandpa Xia looked at him several times while eating, thinking that he was in a bad mood, which made Xia Yang laugh.

It wasn't until Xu Jiming finished washing the dishes that he patted his forehead angrily, thinking: "I really... Xia Yang and I grew up wearing the same pair of pants, and he doesn't mind me? What's the matter? Mother-in-law Yes, am I worried about my brother? This is awkward, if you don’t know, you may think something is wrong with me.”

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Xu Jiming yawned, and finally put the English book in his hand aside.He put his hands behind his head and let out a long breath, "Xia Yang, have you thought about which university you want to go to?"

"Why do you remember to ask this?"

Xu Jiming: "I want to be with you."

Xia Yang turned around when he heard the words, looked into Xu Jiming's eyes and said seriously: "You miss that school, I'll go find you."

Xu Jiming smiled and said, "Okay, I'll make a note of it, and then don't play tricks."

After falling asleep and waking up naturally, Xu Jiming turned over and saw Xia Yang lying beside him, eyes closed, sound asleep.His soft black hair was scattered on the pillow, and the sunlight coming in from the window seemed to gild him with a layer of gold.

Xu Jiming smiled, and stretched out his hand to brush aside the hair on Xia Yang's cheeks. Seeing his thick and long eyelashes trembling slightly, he thought he was about to wake up, so Xu Jiming quickly withdrew his hand.

Because of his haste, his fingers brushed against Xia Yang's soft lips, and somehow Xu Jiming's gaze fell on Xia Yang's light-colored lips.

Those thin lips were tightly pressed, with a soft and pink luster, and somehow the absurd dream he had a few days ago came to mind.

The good taste in the dream...

Xu Jiming sat up, covering Xia Yang with his whole body vainly, with one hand resting beside Xia Yang's head, the back of his hand even touched his soft hair, then, Xu Jiming stared at those beautifully shaped lips, Slowly lowered his body.

When their lips were still a few millimeters apart, Xia Yang snorted and moved uncomfortably, Xu Jiming just woke up like a dream.

Xia Yang's sleeping face was all in front of his eyes, and he was pressing on Xia Yang's body.

What is he doing?Xu Jiming's complexion instantly became pale and dignified.

Who can tell him, what the hell is he doing?

Maybe someone was pressing on him, Xia Yang moved his legs uncomfortably, but touched a semi-hard part, he snorted a suspicious sound from his nose, and finally opened his eyes slowly.

Before Xia Yang was fully awake, Xu Jiming jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.Instead of using warm water, he slapped himself on the cheek with cold water.

He and Xia Yang are good friends, good brothers.

In the mirror, Xu Jiming's hands trembled, his face was as pale as a ghost, and his eyes were red. He clenched his fists and slammed them hard against the wall.

Now who can tell him why he desires/desires his good brother?

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