15 diary

"Then, my lord, what do you want to eat tonight?" Xie Yiran put down the kitchen knife slowly, turned around and grabbed Lu Heng's ear: "I said Lu Heng... are you conscious? ? Where’s the nest of steamed buns? Huh?!”

As expected, Lu Heng became aware of the danger, ran out of the kitchen into the bedroom, took out the woolen mat and spread it out, and took the proud steamed bun head back to the nest like an offering to his ancestors.

Lu Heng gradually realized that Mantou's status at home had begun to seriously threaten his own status, so he began to take many precautions against Mantou, for example, not allowing it to enter his and Xie Yiran's bedroom.

But every morning when I wake up, I find that the steamed bun has been nestled next to Xie Yiran's pillow at some point. At this time, what Xie Yiran is holding in his arms is often not him, but a steamed bun...

At this time, Lu Heng would mutter two words in a low voice and fiercely: "Little San!" Then, like a child snatching a baby, he would hug Xie Yiran back into his arms.

In Xie Yiran's first year of junior high school, the old cat brought to the countryside from his previous family also died of illness.

In the second year of junior high school, Xie Yiran went to the countryside to visit his parents’ grave, and found a stray cat wrapped in a paper bag and thrown away. His voice is hoarse, and this instinctive cry for help seems to be yelling until he dies.

Just like Xie Yiran, an orphan.

Xie Yiran ran over to pick it up. At that time, the steamed buns hadn't opened their eyes yet, and the upper and lower eyelids were still growing together.It looks exactly like the old cat that the family used to raise, so it was taken home by the aunt together with Xie Yiran, and became the only thing she misses about her parents.

Xie still loves steamed buns, second only to Lu Heng.But Lu Heng felt that Xie still loved him, second only to Mantou.

Now Mantou is no longer the little pompom it was at that time, it has grown up, it is 13 years old, how long can it stay with me?

Xie Yiran waited for a while before taking the medicine after eating, and felt that his head was heavy, so he went into the bedroom and lay down for a while.

Looking at the photos of himself and Lu Heng on the wall, as well as the oil painting he drew for Lu Heng, in the painting, two people leaning together and laughing, holding a steamed bun that looks like a white pompom in the middle.

It was a group photo taken five years ago. At that time, Lu Heng asked to kick the mantou out of the frame. Xie still didn't object, but turned his head and walked away. , took a "family portrait" together.

Later, this photo was turned into an oil painting by Xie Yiran, and once it was hung, it lasted for five years.

On the window sill, there is a green radish that I have raised for several years. The few leaves at the beginning have multiplied a lot, and it is lush green, like a vigorous and endless life climbing.At the beginning, this pot of green radish was almost killed in Lu Heng's hands.

Lu Heng seems to have no love or patience for anything except Xie Yiran.At the beginning, Xie still took the students out to sketch for a month and asked him to take care of the green radish, but when he came back in a month, seven or eight leaves turned yellow, and there were only a dozen leaves in total.

Lying on the bed, looking at the room full of memories, since Lu Heng left, he has not allowed anyone to enter this bedroom, except Lin Fei and Ji Bei, who can't control the steamed buns.

After lying down for a while, he became more and more dizzy, and felt the bed shaking like a boat, which was very uncomfortable. Xie still felt dry mouth, so he got up and went out of the house to drink water.

Mantou meowed, Xie Yiran lay on the table, resting his chin on his hands, Mantou seemed to feel Xie Yiran's discomfort, slowly moved over, and licked his hot forehead.

Tears were drawn out by this gentle concern, looking at the scald on his left hand, Xie Yiran cried.It's not too obvious, it's just a small piece, but it's like it's branded on his heart, so that every time he sees it, he can't forget Lu Heng, and he can't lose the memory or bury the past.Lu Heng has been away for three years. He knows that he will not come back, but he still waits vaguely for him to come back, even if the person standing beside him is no longer himself.As long as he can come back.

The first time Xie Yiran and Lu Heng met was in the fourth grade of elementary school, when Xie Yiran was 10 years old and Lu Heng was 11 years old.

At that time, Xie still had a wealthy family and his parents were still alive.

Lu Heng and Xie Yiran were assigned to the same class in the fourth grade. At that time, Xie Yiran was pretty, cute, quiet and introverted, while Lu Heng was active and bold.

Perhaps from the very first sight, the 11-year-old Lu Heng has already harbored ill intentions towards the 10-year-old Xie Yiran.

Once the teacher asked the students in the class about their dreams when they grew up. When they arrived at Lu Heng, Lu Heng stood up and said loudly as if reading aloud: "My dream is, Xie Yiran!"

Looking back now, at that moment, Lu Heng was young, with firm eyes, bright smile, innocent but serious.

How could the teacher know the meaning of the words of an 11-year-old child, so he only thought that he meant: Xie Yiran has excellent grades, and my ideal is to be as outstanding as Xie Yiran...

To be honest, Lu Heng is indeed not outstanding, and this CP is purely a combination of a master and a scum.

The encounter between Lu Heng's father and his mother can be described as a clash of cultures between the two countries. Lu Heng's father's father was influenced by calligraphy and ink, so he made Lu Heng's father into a person of poetry and ink, and loved him. Chinese studies, good at Chinese studies.

Lu Heng's mother is an American, a lady from a rich business family. Her amateur oil paintings are more professional than a group of Chinese majors, and her mother is very interested in China's profound culture, but she doesn't understand Chinese painting.

When Lu Heng's father was young, he was a handsome guy with a clear mind and a higher vision. His mother was an open-minded American girl with a good heart. Then he met Lu Heng's father, Lu Mingqing.

Lu Heng's father and his mother finally talked as ordinary friends, and the translation is as follows:

His mother: "Oil paintings are more realistic than Chinese paintings?"

His father: "Chinese painting has moved from realism to abstraction thousands of years ago. In 1910, Kandinsky's "Improvisation" began to renovate the Western painting circle."

His mother: "It may take 5 years to create an oil painting, but it takes less than 5 minutes to create a Chinese painting. It's easy to do."

His father: "The random strokes in Chinese paintings, the hard work behind them is more than five years."

So, his mother started to learn Chinese painting from his father, then became obsessed with Chinese painting, then became obsessed with Lu Heng's father, and finally got married and had Lu Heng.But the Lu family, the heir of poetry and etiquette, failed to allow Lu Heng to perform poetry and etiquette.

Lu Heng has been naughty since he was a child, like a playboy in a famous family.

Lu Heng quarreled and fought with a group of brothers after class, just to get Xie Yiran to notice him, but he couldn't get Xie Yiran to look up at him.

Later, when Xie Yiran went home one time, he found someone following him all the way, and only saw a boy when he turned around.Under the setting sun, the child's silhouette was of mixed race, which was particularly distinct in the dim yellow light. He narrowed his eyes and waved to himself with a smile: "Hey..."

Xie still didn't speak.

Embarrassed for a long time, Lu Heng scratched his head and didn't speak. He was such a bully in his class that he could actually blush and become awkward.

Xie Yiran glanced at him, continued to walk, walked to the door of the house, opened the door to enter, and closed the door.

Lu Heng stood blankly at the door, did he have nothing to ask?For example: Classmate Lu, hello!

Facts have proved that Lu Heng was too optimistic, because the next Sunday, Lu Heng squatted in front of Xie Yiran's house in the early morning. Xie Yiran was wearing blush pajamas and came out to throw garbage bags, so cute.Lu Heng looked at him with sly eyes. When Xie Yiran came out and saw him, he was very surprised, so he asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Lu Heng was stunned, and after a long time shouted in frustration: "I'm Lu Heng! I'm a classmate in the third row behind you!"

It turned out that after half a semester, I didn't even notice that I was a classmate...

A week later, Xie Yiran dropped out of school. No one in the class knew the exact reason for dropping out.So far, Lu Heng has never seen Xie Yiran again.

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