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In November, it got dark early. Looking out from the glass window, it was very translucent black. There were no moon, stars, or clouds, only continuous lights.Xin Wan chose the barbecue restaurant as the place to eat.On the second floor by the window, you can see the employees who just got off work on the street, as well as those selling balloons and accessories.

Song Heng checked the menu with his ipad, without asking for his opinion.

There were a lot of people at this spot, and they were so stuffy that they seemed to be out of breath. Xin Wan sweated a lot, and her temples were wet to the touch. He heard Song Heng say, "Take off your coat."

It was only then that Xin Wan came to her senses and scolded herself for being an idiot, forgetting about it.

She wore a white long sleeve underneath, which was wrinkled. It got stuck at the left sleeve and took a lot of effort to pull it off. Xin Wan felt relieved and put the frock coat on the back of the chair.

Song Heng said: "You don't have to wear the watch all the time, just take it off when you leave school."

"I'm used to wearing it." Xin Wan glanced at the Casio watch on his wrist. It was the one that Song Heng gave him when school started. He didn't seem to take off this watch at all. He only took it off when he took a bath. Xin Wan felt a little uncomfortable. He hid his hands under the table freely, "If I take it off, I feel that something is missing, so I won't take it off."

The dishes and meat ordered came out, most of which were Xin Wan's favorite, and he picked up the meat with tongs.The redness on the tips of the ears began to fade a little, and the attention was drawn to the meat, the meat was sizzling and oily, and the surrounding area was burnt.

Song Heng has no interest in big oily things. When he was a child, he ate them secretly, causing stomach problems, so he lied to himself that he didn't like it, and after a long time, he really didn't like it. He only picked up a small piece of meat and ate it very slowly. .

Xin Wan ate with great enthusiasm, with a child's curiosity.

"This is the first time I've come to a barbecue restaurant, and I've never been here before." He took a bite of lettuce sandwiched with grilled pork belly, the corners of his mouth were covered with oil, and his words were vague, "My grandma didn't even bring me here, so she took me once. KFC."

Song Heng asked: "What does your grandma cook for you?"

"She can bake scallion pancakes, red bean glutinous rice balls, and bamboo tube dumplings, but what she cooks most often is porridge, which is very runny, and I drink it every day," Xin Wan said with a bright face. Yan, like a few treasures, "The Roujiamo she made is also delicious, you can try it when you go back to my house! It's better than outside."

Song Heng didn't know how to respond, "There is a chance."

I didn't talk much during this meal, and it wasn't awkward, but Xin Wan felt very good. He always suspected that Song Heng had a magnetic core, which could attract him to approach, and stop after a certain distance. Comfortable.

After eating, the shop also had ice sour plum juice as a gift, but Song Heng didn't want it.Xin Wan waited until the ice cubes were almost melted, then took a sip, opened her brows and eyes comfortably, and left the barbecue shop with Song Heng behind.

Pedestrians are hurrying on the road, vehicles pass by on the asphalt road beside them, and the mannequins in the shop windows are covered with light.

Xin Wan hugged the cup of sour plum juice and squeezed into the crowd, so she had to grab Song Heng's clothes to avoid getting separated.Song Heng was much taller than him, and when the crowd thinned out a little, Xin Wan said, "I'm so supportive." He rubbed his stomach, "It's a little bulging."

"You eat too much." Song Heng said.

"Because I want to grow taller," Xin Wan asked, "Why don't I grow taller?"

"Huh?" Song Heng didn't hear clearly.

"I said," Xin Wan said a little louder, "I'm in adolescence, why don't I grow taller!"

Song Heng heard it clearly this time, bowed his head and smiled, put his hand on top of his head, and drew it parallel to his chin, "It's taller than before."

Xin Wan had to admit that he liked Song Heng touching him, just touching his hair made him feel happy, like rubbing his stomach in the hospital, like hugging him in the morning, it was very comfortable, he didn't pay attention to Song Heng Heng's words made him smile brightly: "I can grow even taller in the future!"

He asked again: "Brother, why do you always smoke?"

"I'm used to it," Song Heng put his hands in his coat pockets, "It's like wearing a watch, you can't do without it."

"Can I smoke and try?"

"How old are you?" Song Heng laughed.

"How old were you when you started smoking?"

There was a long silence after this question, and after a while, Song Heng said, "You should be in your early twenties."

Xin Wan took the opportunity to ask, "Brother, how old are you now?"

"How old is what?" Song Heng asked subconsciously, and stopped talking abruptly, the tips of his ears turned red, and he lowered his head and coughed, "Age? 23."

Xin Wan squeezed the plastic body of sour plum juice, tried her best to bury her head, so as not to make her blushing too obvious under the light, "Oh, so young."

After drinking sour plum juice on the way, I went to the barber shop to have my hair cut.Xin Wan's hair grows very slowly, and she rarely comes here for a haircut. After washing her hair, she wears an apron. From the mirror, she can see Song Heng looking down at the "Philosophy of Art"—he has been helping to carry it.

Xin Wan looked at it secretly, feeling a secret pleasure.

After cutting my hair, I always feel cold, behind my ears, and my neck is also cold, and I have to shrink when the wind blows.Xin Wan followed Song Heng, thinking that it would be great if she could stay with Song Heng more often.

Do nothing, just walk on the road, walk over the overpass, walk under the street lamp, and then go home together.

But there was only one power outage in Shuyueli, Xin Wan had no way to ask Song Heng to take him out for dinner again, and he was really busy recently, always coming back at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

The last class on Friday was physical education. Xin Wan skipped class. Before leaving, she met Fang Yichuan's eyes and mouthed "bye".To the west of No. [-] Middle School is the bicycle shed. There is a gap behind the third bicycle. Xin Wan got out from there, wiping dirty ash on the white school uniform.

There are many people in the supermarket, children are clamoring for toys, husband and wife are arguing over several bundles of celery, Xin Wan rarely goes out to buy vegetables, but she is a little dazed in the bustle, pushing a trolley, not knowing what to buy.

——The day before yesterday, he had a good discussion with the nanny, and told her not to cook on Friday night.The nanny cooks dinner at six o'clock every night, and when Song Heng comes back, the food has already cooled down. Even if the taste hasn't changed, the taste will not be good.

Why don't he come and cook for him.

Originally, I was full of confidence, but I spent half a cent buying a vegetable, and it was still heavy to carry.Xin Wan carried two bags of vegetables and fruits up to the sixteenth floor, and felt relieved when she put them down.Potatoes, tomatoes, spinach, eggplant, etc. are placed on the table, like a feast of raw food.

Although Xin Wan's living conditions were not good, she seldom went to the kitchen, and her grandmother took care of most of the chores.

Now that it was time for him to do it himself, Xin Wan held a kitchen knife and stared at the washed potato. It was round and round, and she couldn't imagine how it would become silky.

Is it straight from the side?

Xin Wan swallowed, and made the first cut. At this time, he especially hated that he had no nails and couldn't fasten the potatoes.Just as he was about to make the second cut, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind him.Xin Wan turned her head in a daze, and met Song Heng's eyes.

He was wearing a smoky gray suit, which was not buttoned tightly, but was left open to reveal the shirt underneath, which had a charming slackness that made people unable to take their eyes off it.

"Auntie didn't come to cook?" The door closed, Song Heng lowered his head and changed his leather shoes.

"I didn't let her come," Xin Wan said indiscriminately, her eyes dodging, "I wanted to cook for you..."

Song Heng dragged the cotton and walked over, the magical magnetic attraction came into effect again, Xin Wan subconsciously clenched the kitchen knife in her hand, as funny as a gangster who was about to commit murder.Song Heng stood beside him, seeing the potato with only one piece peeled off on the board, he wanted to laugh: "Why do you want to cook?"

"You came back too late." Xin Wan felt that her soul had escaped from her body, and she stood in the perspective of a third party, looking at herself ashamed, "I also cook very slowly, so the food will still be hot when you come back of."

Song Heng's eyes moved, and he looked at him quietly.

"Go watch TV, or read documents!" Xin Wan turned her back again, with the tip of the knife hanging on the potato, tremblingly about to fall, "I'll be fine soon, don't worry."

Song Heng whispered, "I'll do it."

"No need!" Xin Wan's voice suddenly became louder, and she hid the knife towards her. She answered quickly, and then said guiltily, "I will—know, just shred potatoes slowly."

The tip of the knife finally fell down, and the shape of the cut potato was strange. Xin Wan could feel Song Heng looking at him. The timeline stretched very long and thin, stretched in Xin Wan's mind, and would be disconnected at any time.His ears must be very red, hot without touching them.

Song Heng's body moved suddenly, and before Xin Wan could react, warmth came from the back of his hand.

"It's not cut like this," the voice was two or three inches away from the ear, and Song Heng clasped his hand lightly, "Cut it in half first. If you cut it directly like this, it's easy for the knife to slip."

Xin Wan heard that the tight thread in her mind was disconnected, and there was no movement, only he knew.

He stared intently at the potatoes on the chopping board, cutting them in half with the knife.The hand is too stiff, and it is difficult to hold it. When it is cut in half, the edge of the blade will come out, leaving only a four-dimensional shape.

"Don't use too much force," Song Heng said helplessly, "Relax."

Xin Wan slowly relaxed his hand, Song Heng guided him, and cut the slices neatly, the bright light outside the window fell on the juice on the surface of the potato slices, "Press here again, change the knife to shreds, if you are not skilled, you can Slower."

Xin Wan felt that she might never be able to forget this moment in her life. Outside was the boundary between dusk and night, the kitchen was brightly lit, Song Heng was so close to him, and she could smell the very faint smell of aftershave and men's perfume. Light, teach him how to cut potatoes.

Kind of funny.

When cutting the second piece, Xin Wan chose to lose, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, you, you come, I will add dog food to Qiuqiu."

Hugging and leaving behind him, Xin Wan was released as a felony, completely relieved, Luo Huang ran to the bathroom, and saw that her face was completely red.

He couldn't lie to himself.

Qiuqiu was lying in the kennel, and when he saw him coming, she barked happily, her paws actively pushed the food bowl forward, but Xin Wan didn't pour the dog food for it, and hugged Qiuqiu in her arms, burying her face in the kennel. Inside the white fluffy fur, the voice was very small and muffled: "What should I do?"

My heart is about to jump out.

How to do?

The author says:

Xin Wan: awsl (little man lying on the ground crying

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