Xiao Lang Jing

The next day the weather was fine, Zhao Meng woke up early, Song Qiran went into the bathroom to take a bath, Zhao Meng poured boiled water into the mineral water bottle outside, and waited for Song Qiran to come out of the bath fragrant and tender. Then he pushed him to have breakfast with the whole family in the big house.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Zhao heard that Zhao Meng and Zhao Dong were going up to the mountain to pick dandelions. She said that the daughter-in-law of Yao’s family in the east of the village had just given birth and was breastfeeding. Primiparaes who are breastfeeding can also drink dandelion water or grind dandelions. In order to make a paste and apply it on the breasts to prevent mastitis, Zhao Lin was sent up the mountain to gather as much as possible.The three children all went up the mountain, and of course Song Qiran also went together.

Boss Zhao Lin didn't want to. After yesterday, she received the idol's autographed photo. Today, she looks at Song Qiran more pleasingly. It's good to go out with the handsome guy, but the mountain road is difficult to walk, and the place to pick dandelions is muddy. If she goes with him Can't wear my new sneakers and favorite pair of jeans.

Zhao Dong fiddled with the kindle Song Qiran gave him.Yesterday he just learned how to synchronize online book lists, and he downloaded a free original popular science book from Amazon. He was reading it line by line to understand the meaning, and wanted to practice his English.He saw a sentence, the subject was incident energy, he knew both words, incident was event, energy was energy, but together they didn’t know each other, Zhao Lin studied hotel management, and her English wasn’t very good, so Zhao Dong hesitated After a while, he patted Song Qiran's arm.

"Brother Song, what does this event energy mean?"

Song Qiran looked at the context of the whole sentence with his hand, and understood.

"You didn't understand the meaning of incident, it can't be translated into an incident."

"Does that mean secondary energy?" Zhao Dong asked, he remembered that there is a variant of the word incidental, which means incidental, incidental, secondary.

"Different parts of speech cannot be used universally. This is a term in physics, which means emission. You can refer to other commonly used phrases. For example, incident angle is the angle of incidence, and incident ray is the incident ray. The incident energy here refers to the context, which refers to the electrons from the ground state. A burst of incident energy released."

He explained it once, and Zhao Dong nodded, somewhat half-understood.

Zhao Meng stuffed a boiled egg into the bowls of the three villains in front of him, and sighed.

"If you don't eat enough for breakfast, you will be hungry when you reach the mountain, and you won't be able to cry."

"Did it take a long time last time?" Song Qiran asked.

"It will take a long time," Zhao Dong replied first, "there will be water in the middle section, and the road will be difficult to walk, so mother will make a stove bag for us later, and every time my brother and I go up together, we will eat on the mountain. It's too late for lunch."

Song Qiran propped his chin and thought for a while.

"I did bring a sketchbook..."

He is an art examinee. Although he changed his major to study art management in university, he has always had his skills. It is rare for him to go out, so he brought sketches with him. He also heard that he would stay on the mountain for a long time. It's a little itchy.

"So you can draw?" Zhao Lin was very excited, "That's great, I haven't seen other people's paintings up close! You can draw, I want to see it, and I will find it for you when I go up the mountain. Let my brother and Dongzi work in a place with a good view!"

She spoke confidently, Zhao Meng shook his head, and nodded helplessly on his sister's nose.

There are two roads up the mountain, one is steep, go faster, and the other is gentle, go slowly. Basically, as long as you take your younger siblings with you, Zhao Meng will choose the slow road. Zhao Dong is used to it. Without asking, he automatically walked in the front and opened the way.As he said, the middle section of the road was flooded by the overflowing stream, and a ravine that was not deep and not shallow was rushed out. The dead branches and leaves and the stagnant water that did not flow here were silted in the ditch, making it turbid. The mud is so thick that you have to step on it with a big stone.Zhao Dong stopped and began to take off his shoes with ease, and rolled up his trouser legs, which he and Zhao Meng learned from, tied the shoelaces together and hung them around his neck, so that he could walk barefoot without slipping.But this time Zhao Meng didn't let him get wet with the mud. As soon as Zhao Dong rolled up his trousers and straightened his waist, his brother picked them up and carried them on his shoulders like a chicken. into the mud.He carried his brother to the other side.

Zhao Dong's face was red, and as soon as he walked in, he muttered, "I've grown so big", scratching his hair and picking at the seam of his trousers, Zhao Meng looked at him with loving eyes.

"Brother is willing to carry you."

He turned back again, this time changing his position, with his sister behind his back.

Zhao Lin hugged his neck affectionately and kissed Zhao Meng on the cheek.

"Brother, you are the best big brother in the world!"

Zhao Meng turned his head and smiled.

Song Qiran, who was waiting behind, was also laughing. He was very cooperative and sat leaning against an old tree stump by the side of the road. He didn't even tidy up his shoes and socks. He knew that Zhao Meng would definitely come back in a while.He knew it when Zhao Mengfang turned his head. He secretly glanced at Song Qiran, and he didn't even notice Zhao Lin, who was being carried on his back.

At the beginning, he carried everyone across the mud pond, just to have a reasonable reason to carry Song Qiran there too.Looking from where Song Qiran was standing, Zhao Meng's shoulders were very broad, with a weight on his back, and every step was still very steady.When Zhao Meng put Zhao Lin on the ground and turned back from a distance, Song Qiran was ready to open his hand.

Zhao Meng also turned his back like he did when he carried his sister, and squatted down.He didn't say anything else, and his younger brother and sister were still watching from a distance. In this situation, the process of waiting for the body to approach made his heart beat faster, as if time had been slowed down a bit.To him, Song Qiran was that fragile little guy who often shed tears and said that he needed him. Although he was the eldest in the family since he was a child, no matter how much he took care of his younger siblings, he hoped that they would grow up and become stronger as soon as possible. Sometimes, but I just want to hide this person in the softest and safest corner of my heart, and keep it as long as possible, as if if I let go, the other person will be blown away by the wind like flying catkins, and I can never find him again.

Song Qiran seemed to have received a gift.Restless, he put his knee against Zhao Meng's back and bit his ear.

"Brother Meng," he said imitating Zhao Lin, "you are the best in the world."

Zhao Meng walked very slowly, pinching Song Qiran's ass with a hand behind his back.

"Be honest," he said.

Song Qiran was disobedient, he pushed back the hair behind his ear, and found a thin scar at the base of the ear near the edge of the mandible.The scar was not deep, and its location was not conspicuous. Song Qiran would not have noticed it if he hadn't been so close to Zhao Meng in his current posture.He touched it with his finger.

Zhao Meng knew what he meant.

"When I was a child, I fell from a tree and rubbed against the edge of a stone."

The boy has a solid skin, bumps and bumps on his body are normal, and he didn't hurt his face. He didn't take it seriously, and didn't even apply red medicine.

Song Qiran let out an "um", his voice was so deep that he didn't even notice it.

"I won't hurt you again in the future."

No matter how Zhao Meng heard it, he found it funny.

"What are you talking about..."

"No more." Song Qiran insisted stubbornly, lying on Zhao Meng's back, clung to him, and did not move.

After arriving at the ground, Zhao Meng and Zhao Dong stretched out the plastic sheet, took off the dandelions and spread them out in the sun, occasionally turning a few handfuls.Song Qiran sat under a tree not far away from the sun, with his sketchbook spread out on his lap, drawing some shadows of branches and grass. Weave the largest and brightest ones into several garlands of different sizes.She put one of them on Song Qiran's head.

The young man's forehead hair is very soft, with the fresh scent of washing in the morning, and the undried dew on the petals, making it look smooth and slippery.He originally lowered his head, and his quiet side face was reflected in the distant mountains. When Zhao Lin touched him, he raised his eyes again. The faint smile on his brows was full of gentle and bright warmth, driving away the cold mountain scenery. , as if the sky shone away from the clouds, and all the flowers in Kazuki bloomed.

Zhao Lin was dumbfounded.

"You're so pretty." She said shyly, holding another garland she had made for herself and didn't want to put it on her head.She turned around and waved to Zhao Meng.

"Brother, look at the wreath I made for Ranran! He looks better than a big star, take Ranran away, or I'm going to climb the wall!"

However, Zhao Meng laughed when he heard what his younger sister Huranan's name on Song Qiran's head was, what he thought, it sounded cute.

Zhao Dong didn't look in the direction of Zhao Lin's yelling, he sneaked up behind Zhao Meng and tugged at his sleeve.While the others were far away, he wanted to have a quick whisper with his elder brother.

"Brother, do you know any people or units in the provincial capital that are recruiting part-time jobs, the kind that can be done online?"

"Why do you ask this?" Zhao Meng was taken aback. Zhao Dong was very competitive. He had always had good grades in his majors. The idea of ​​going out to work.

"I just got the sixth-level certificate recently. I heard that there are online translators who can do private work part-time. I want to try to get some and make some money."

"You don't have enough money?"

"My own is enough." Zhao Dong lowered his eyes and became a little shy, "But I... I have a female classmate I like..."

Zhao Meng understood in an instant.

My brother is in love.

"She has a very interesting personality, she is very kind to people, and she smiles at everyone she sees." Zhao Dong told him, "We will be in our senior year soon, and once we leave school for an internship, we will have fewer opportunities to meet, and there will be few more." This month is her birthday, I want to take advantage of this time to do some part-time work and save some money, don't tell your parents about this, I'm afraid..." He didn't finish speaking, he was worried, since Dad had already sent a message yesterday, Now the family has to save money everywhere, so naturally they will not support him to use the money earned from part-time jobs to buy gifts for girls. The young man secretly looks at the expression of his elder brother, but now Zhao Meng can only smirk.

That's great, he thought, my brother is in love, that's great.

"When can I bring it home?" Zhao Meng leaned over and asked.

"How can it be, she hasn't written her horoscope yet..." Zhao Dong said embarrassingly, "Besides, I would have a headache if I really wanted to take her home. She is good at everything, but her hobbies are quite strange. She likes to see two men for nothing. Going around, won't it be perverted? I've told her several times and she still doesn't want to change. I'm afraid that my parents will find out that I have thoughts about her..."

Zhao Meng's dazed smile froze.Zhao Dong thought he minded, and hurriedly waved at him.

"No, no, she is really nice, except for this, everything is fine, even if I don't want to, I can only bear it, who made me like her..." After a pause, he said again,

"But brother, sometimes I don't understand. What's so good about two men together? She showed me once. It's not a real person, it's a fake, just that kind of cartoon, but I still can't accept it. I think It's not normal, I really don't know how anyone in the world can draw something like that..."

Zhao Meng patted the grass whiskers off his hands, and squeezed the flesh on the back of his younger brother's neck.

"Don't think about it, you will be fine. When you return to the provincial capital, I will help you find out. I hope you can succeed, and I want to see you marry a wife and have children."

"Don't be kidding." Zhao Dong shook his head, "Mom and Dad definitely don't want to, they have talked about it several times when you were away, you must be the first to get married in our family."

"Really." Zhao Meng smiled and stopped talking.

The midday sun on the mountain was very hot, so they had a good meal under the tree on the ground and watched Song Qiran draw several pictures. Most of the dandelions had been evaporated from the surface moisture and became wilted. Cheng put the ones he grasped into plastic bags and took them down the mountain, so they won't be damaged or spoiled.

Most of the previous work was done by Zhao Meng alone. After the meal, Zhao Lin changed shifts with him, and the siblings went to collect the dried dandelions together.Leaving Zhao Meng to accompany Song Qiran as a guest, he unscrewed the mineral water bottle and handed it to him to drink.

Song Qiran found that he had been looking at the direction Zhao Dong and Zhao Lin were working.

"What did you brothers say about yourself just now?" he asked.

Zhao Meng looked at his younger brother's back with soft eyes.

"Do you know, Dongzi seems to be in love," he told Song Qiran in a small voice, "He is more promising than me, and he likes girls."

Song Qiran frowned, he didn't like what Zhao Meng said.

"There's no right or wrong kind of person you like," he said.

He wanted to say something, but was stopped by Zhao Meng.

"It's not wrong, but it's also dark. The world is cruel, and this will never change. Sometimes I often wonder if I have dragged them down. With a big brother like me, if others find out about it in the future, they will surely be ashamed." You will feel puzzled and embarrassed. You know the two of them, one is 12 years younger than me, and the other is 13 years younger than me. When my parents were away when I was young, I was their parents. They are like two little meatballs sticking together Behind the buttocks, they would come to me when they quarreled with others, they would come to me when they peed their pants, and they would come to me crying when the lollipop fell on the floor. I’m rusty. Sometimes I dream, hoping that one day my parents will find me and tell me that we’re too far apart in age. I’m actually not their own child, I picked it up, so they won’t have an abnormal Big brother, I won’t get involved with things they hate. I don’t deserve them to call me brother, Dongzi is the real son that the old Zhao family should have.”

Zhao Meng didn't say any more, Song Qiran grabbed his hand.It was a very abrupt movement. Although Zhao Lin and Zhao Dong were separated by a certain distance, they might turn around at any time. Zhao Meng turned his head nervously to look at Song Qiran, and found that his complexion became very bad.

"Don't say such things in front of me in the future, I will feel uncomfortable after hearing it..."

Song Qiran gritted his teeth.Zhao Meng intuitively felt that his state was not right, and when he got closer, he realized that he was shaking. Song Qiran turned his eyes away and didn't look at him again. He lowered his head, his lips seemed to lose color, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Zhao Meng turned pale with shock.

"What's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

He fumbled around Song Qiran's body at a loss, as if looking for a wound that didn't exist, anxiously trying to figure out what went wrong.

"I don't know...it's just..."

It was very difficult for Song Qiran to say those words.He was in pain, so painful that his bones were about to crack, he could only hold onto Zhao Meng's fingers, desperately trying to focus himself, so as to wait for the sharpest tingling pain to pass, that feeling was very hard to bear, he Feeling dizzy, white lights flashed in front of my eyes, and even my vest became sweaty.Unable to hold back, he bent down and hugged the left half of his head.

He was having a headache, Zhao Meng understood.Once again, there was no sign like the previous one. After taking the medicine, Zhao Meng was beside him, but he had a sudden attack, but compared with the previous one, the symptoms were even worse, and Song Qiran seemed to be in more pain.

Zhao Meng couldn't think of the reason, and he had no solution. He was so anxious that his heart was constricted, but there was no solution. He couldn't find a solution at all.

Zhao Meng panicked for a moment.