my husband is crazy

Hearing the duck-like laughter, Ling Xiran ran to turn on the light, and the moonlight and stars in the room suddenly disappeared and became bright.

Qin Buchuan got out from behind the bed, Ling Xiran waved his hands, and picked up the biscuit box on the ground: "Go and bury the bird, and, what are you laughing at, what's so funny about it."

Seeing that Ling Xiran didn't look angry, Qin Buchuan ran to Ling Xiran's side with confidence. Just as he stood beside him, Ling Xiran suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his round face. Light red marks.

Qin Buchuan didn't feel the pain, but he also covered his face. Because it didn't hurt, he still smiled and said, "If you want revenge, I'll let you kiss me back. Why pinch me?"

Ling Xiran held the biscuit box with one hand, which contained his little bird, and held Qin Buchuan's hand with the other. Qin Buchuan did not hide, and naturally held hands with Ling Xiran.

Ling Xiran said: "I kiss you. I don't think it's revenge. How many people wish I could kiss them. Kissing you isn't revenge, it's just letting you take advantage."

Qin Buchuan's hand was held, he was a villain in his heart, the villain opened his mouth wide, it's really amazing that there are such narcissistic people like my brother in the world.

But he didn't say it, his heart, the hand he held with brother Xiran, made him feel that his hands were small hands.Ling Xiran looked thin, but his hands were big compared to his.Now the big hand is holding the small hand, and the two of them are out of the house.

It is cold in winter night outside the house, all the way from the house to the yard outside, the road is silent and dark, as if there is nothing in this world, no light, no people, no sound, but I don’t think the quiet is scary, nor will I feel lonely.

They hold each other's hands, and holding each other's hands will no longer be lonely and alone.

The two of them didn't look at each other until they reached the courtyard, and they shivered unanimously due to the cold wind. At the same time, they realized that both of them forgot to put on their coats.

Ling Xiran couldn't blame Qin Buchuan for being stupid, he blamed him, he didn't even think that wearing a coat is also stupid... He lowered his head to hide it, looking at himself with a pair of cotton slippers on, and his feet were a little cold.Qin Buchuan let go of his hand, and ran directly to the flower planting place in the yard. He squatted by the flower bed and groaned, not knowing what to do.

Ling Xiran slapped on her slippers and walked over. The yard was very quiet, and the lights in the servant's room were on, which made the yard a bit bright.Ling Xiran slapped his slippers a little loudly. He walked up to Qin Buchuan. Qin Buchuan raised his head and pointed to a small hole that had already been dug.

Ling Xiran squatted down, and saw that Qin Buchuan's two chubby paws were covered with mud, and this kid actually started digging a hole directly. He didn't know what to say, so he had to think that it's normal for a kid at this age to play with mud.But I still couldn't help but said like a lesson: "You really don't pay attention."

Qin Buchuan didn't care about Xiran's elder brother's disciplinary tone, and he was not a glass-hearted person. He was told what he said, but he just heard Ling Xiran's disciplinary tone, and looked at Ling Xiran with his own face.

Ling Xiran took out the bird from the biscuit box and put the bird into the pit.The soil in winter is cold and hard, Ling Xiran won't touch it, and he wouldn't touch it in spring and summer either. He pays attention to cleanliness and everything he does must be tidy and decent. In short, he won't do something like Qin Buchuan's bare-handed digging.

"Buried." Ling Xiran withdrew his hand, thinking that Qin Buchuan's hands were already dirty anyway, so he ordered Qin Buchuan to bury the pit with peace of mind.

Qin Buchuan didn't say much, and went to bury the pit. Ling Xiran looked at him and saw the dust on his face and chin——is this kid careless? He even held his face with his dirty hands.

"You!"

Qin Buchuan buried the bird, and when he raised his head, before he could say anything, Ling Xiran grabbed his chin with one hand, and Ling Xiran pulled his shirt sleeve with the other hand to wipe his face.

"I said brother Chuan, brother Xiaochuan, your room and clothes are clean every day anyway, and you look like a pretty child, why are you so sloppy if you don't pay attention!"

Qin Buchuan's chin was clenched, he couldn't move, he couldn't even open his mouth when he spoke, and his face was still in pain from being rubbed by Ling Xiran--Ling Xiran looked weak, why is his hand so strong? !

Ling Xiran really had to clean up, so he wiped brother Xiaochuan's face with all his strength before letting go.Letting go of his hand, he took a closer look and saw that Xiao Chuan's brother had a white face again, and then he smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Take a shower when it's dirty." Qin Buchuan stood up and went to pull Ling Xiran. Ling Xiran reached out to hold him, stood up and let out a "hi" and frowned, feeling that his hands had been polluted by Qin Buchuan, and also stained. the soil of this garden.

"And why am I called sloppy?" Qin Buchuan felt that the hat was wrongly worn, he dragged Ling Xiran into the house, this time he turned off the lights all the way, and the whole room was brightly lit.Qin Buchuan took Ling Xiran to wash his hands. In the bathroom, two people squeezed under a faucet, pouring water with both hands together to wash.

Ling Xiran got his hands wet and washed off the soil, took the soap and soaped Brother Xiao Chuan's hands first, and told him: "Rub more, when the bubbles get foamy, wash your hands and under your fingernails."

Qin Buchuan rubbed his hands together: "Brother Ran, you are older than my nanny."

Ling Xiran groaned in his heart, and didn't bother to pay attention to this sentence, it was really a bad sentence.

Qin Buchuan rubbed out foam and was about to flush it. Ling Xiran grabbed his hand and criticized him harshly: "Have you washed it? Your fingernails are still dark. Why are you so lazy? You still feel wronged when you say you are sloppy." ?”

Qin Buchuan curled his lips, his hands were pulled by Brother Ran, and Brother Ran started to pinch his nails one by one, he spread his hands and let Brother Ran do this, looked at him, and said, "Brother Ran, you Your sleeves are all dirty, and you look like a slob, too."

Ling Xiran scolded her in her heart, laughed angrily, and said in a cool tone, "Why do you say my sleeves are dirty? You still have the nerve to say it, it's not just for wiping your face."

Qin Buchuan closed his mouth, feeling that he was wronged and dared not speak any more.After washing their hands, the two of them each drank a cup of hot water. Half a sweet potato and a glass of water filled their stomachs, so they no longer thought about going to the kitchen to find bread and butter.

The two yawned in unison again, looked up at the clock in the living room, only to realize that it was already nine o'clock, and it was time to go to bed, so they accompanied each other to turn off the lights in the whole room.

After turning off the light, the moonlight appeared in the room without the light, Ling Xiran thought about it, and was too lazy to go back to his yard, "Brother Xiaochuan, I won't go back to my room, can I sleep with you?"

He wanted to sleep with Qin Buchuan, but Qin Buchuan didn't dislike him at all, his brain turned around, and his dimples appeared from a smile: "It's just what I wish for, my brother!"

The two boys didn't wear pajamas either. Ling Xiran and Qin Buchuan slept together for the third night.There is no way to talk about coddling. The two little boys took off their clothes and stripped naked. Their bare buttocks were covered with quilts.

At the beginning, they were lying on each other, with a palm width between them, but when they were naked, they suddenly covered the quilt. The bed was cold and the quilt was cold. move.Two arms and four hands hug each other, the big one hugs the little one, and the little one complains: "Hey, I need a girl who warms the bed, it's cold every time I just step into the quilt."

The big one patted the little one: "Just you Jingui, you still need a bed warming girl, a yellow-haired boy—do you know what a bed warming girl does?"

"Isn't it the girl who keeps the bed and quilt warm?"