Hedgehog and Tiger

Nearly November, the temperature in this city has dropped to single digits.

The rain in late autumn is the most freezing, and it falls into the neck like needles.

The rain was still falling, and the head seemed to be covered by something, and there was no cold rain pouring into it.

He Xinliang looked up, Yang Tang looked at him with an umbrella and said, "Is it cold?"

He Xinliang squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "It's cold."

He Xinliang came out in a hurry, so he was wearing a cotton sweater.Yang Tang took off his thick woolen coat and put it on him, saying: "Let's go, it's colder squatting."

Yang Tang was wearing a shirt inside, and even after taking off his clothes, he was very cold, and his breath was white.

The two walked home in silence, He Xinliang didn't say anything, Yang Tang naturally wouldn't tell him.

When he was about to go downstairs, He Xinliang suddenly stopped and said, "Did I make him angry?"

He ran away without saying anything, which must have scared his brother enough.

"No, you know." Yang Tang put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Your brother will never be angry with you."

The heating in the house was very good, He Xinliang took off his clothes, and he was sweating lightly.

His brother stood in a daze in the kitchen, as if he hadn't noticed that the pot in front of him was boiling, he stared at the soup with a stiff body.

The smell of ginger fills the whole room, which makes people's nose very comfortable.

He Xinliang pursed his lips and walked into the kitchen.

"Xinliang...ah, it's mushy, I'll cook some more ginger soup for you."

He Xinliang hummed angrily, and said, "Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"...Well, are you cold?"

"It's not cold, I'm going to take a shower."

"it is good."

Yang Tang watched He Xinliang run to the bathroom, turned his head away and sneezed.

Damn, it's so cold.

When He Xinliang came out of the bathroom to drink ginger soup, his eyes were red. After washing, the two brothers went back to the room to talk about themselves.

Yangtang left alone to watch the football game in the living room, rubbing his nose.

It's still warm at home.

"Tang?"

Yang Tang turned his head and sneezed, then looked back at An Jie without changing his face.

He has a stuffy nose and speaks in a low voice, which seems to be in line with his age.Usually, like a little old man in his fifties or sixties, he works with a sad face.Every time the secretary went in to tell him the itinerary, he was afraid of being pinched to death by his frowning eyebrows.

An Jie touched his forehead and said, "You have a fever? Aren't you the body of Little King Kong?"

fever.

Too old word.

Yang Tang sighed and said, "Is there anything else?"

"I can't let you do it. You go back and rest, I will let Chun come to pick you up."

"No." Yang Tang looked at his watch and said, "I have other things tonight."

An Jie stared, and said, "I'm dying? Your head is very hot, hotter than... hotter than Xiaolongbao."

"That's a soup dumpling."

After eating with Angkor and Fatty, Yang Tang wandered back home.

Top-heavy, really uncomfortable.

Yang Tang sneezed again, and after opening the door, He Xinchun immediately threw himself on him.

This kid is getting heavy again...

Yang Tang leaned back to hold the door, supported He Xinchun's waist and said, "Where's Xinliang?"

"Back to school." He Xinchun said with a smile, "Xinliang said that he will decide whether to contact him after the college entrance examination. He was crying last night, which is funny."

Yang Tang squeezed his waist.Said: "You still laugh at others. Who came to me crying and told me that Xinliang ran away?"

He wasn't angry when Yang Tang exposed his old background, he leaned on him and rubbed around.He paused suddenly and said, "Brother, you are so hot."