Hedgehog and Tiger

warmth.

What the hell?

He Xinchun has always been used to writing argumentative essays. He raised his pen and started to write, but stopped after writing the title.

What kind of warmth.

There are so many examples of celebrities in his mind, Zhu Ziqing received the warmth from his father's back, but Li Qingzhao sniffed Qingmei the warmth of a girl's feelings?

He Xinchun thought for a long time, but left only one picture.

The man took off his clothes and wrapped them around him, shivering from the cold.

The water of the lake is very clear.

When he almost drowned, He Xinchun thought in his heart that if he could survive well, he would definitely not be able to live like before.

Do not contact anyone, do not want to have any human relationship.

If only I could leave something behind.

It would be nice to be remembered.

if……

"Xinchun, don't fall asleep...the ambulance is coming soon..."

He is usually a strategist, but he is trembling when he speaks.

The cotton sweater was really warm, with a fragrance, which made his eyes ache and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Hey, what did you write?"

"Is this the way to examine the questions? I seem to have strayed away when it's over?"

The classmates were discussing loudly, which made He Xinchun's brain ache.

The teacher is still waiting for them downstairs, each of them is more nervous than their students, with a pile of cigarette butts at their feet.

"How did you do in the Chinese New Year exam?"

"Ah...it should be okay." He Xinchun took his mobile phone and handed the admission ticket to the teacher.

The teacher patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Good boy." After speaking, he went upstairs with other teachers to invigilate the examination papers.

"Hey classmate! Which school are you from?" The girl with ball hair ran up to He Xinchun and asked him.

"Three middle school."

"No. [-] Middle School! Hello, I'm from No. [-] Foreign Language School. My name is Yuan Mei."

He Xinchun nodded, and said thoughtfully, "Second foreigner..."

Yuan Mei's eyes lit up and said, "Do you know anyone from the Second Foreign Language School?"

"Yes, Yang Tang."

"Ah...he..." Yuan Mei said in a low voice, stroked her hair again, and said, "He's still in the same class as me."

While there was no one around, Yuan Mei said: "Don't get too close to him, that person has some brain problems. Hanging out with others in junior high school seems to have killed him."

He Xinchun frowned, and before he could speak, he heard someone calling him outside.

Turning his head, he saw that the young man was wearing a denim shirt and slacks, looking neat.Leaning against the door now, he waved to him.

"Why are you here! Aren't you at your grandma's place? When did you come here? How long have you been waiting?"

Yang Tang laughed, and answered him one by one: "I'm here to pick you up, I just arrived, not long ago."

He Xinchun laughed so hard that his eyes almost disappeared. The girl said something just now that the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, and she quickly pulled his sleeve and said, "I'm going back to pack my things now!"

"No hurry, take your time, the ticket at five o'clock."

After speaking, he walked out holding He Xinchun's shoulders, Yang Tang listened to him complaining about the composition topic all the way, looked back at the woman's face in the courtyard, and sneered.

"Your name is He Xinchun? The name Xinchun is good..."

Seeing the old man, He Xinchun didn't know how to approach him, so he smiled awkwardly.

Yang Tang took the luggage into the house for him first, and his grandma followed behind to ask questions.

"Does that little classmate have a date?"

"He's so handsome, much handsomer than you."

"Are you always bullying others?"

"Where does he sleep tonight?"

Yang Tang answered the last question, hung He Xinchun's clothes in the closet, and said, "Sleep with me."

Grandma is getting old, she asks a lot of questions but doesn't want to hear the answer, she rests her chin on the window sill and looks.

He Xinchun had already consciously moved a small bench and sat in the yard picking corn kernels.Their family is quite traditional. They don't have a machine for crushing corn, so they can only use the soles of non-slip shoes, and pick up corn kernels one by one.

Although his family is also in this kind of small mountain village, he has never done this kind of work.He Xinchun pawed carefully, and his palms turned red after a while.

"... is a good boy." Grandma said softly.