Occasional ABO

Bai Zhijing was about to die of anger at the promise.

He angrily promised not to tell him when something happened, angrily promised that Qin Guoqiang would blackmail him again and again, angrily promised not to take good care of his body, and even came out in the middle of the night to set up a street stall in winter...

The most angry promise is thick-skinned, relying on Bai Zhijing's liking for him and loving him, knowing that he is wrong, he will not correct it!

"Smelly shameless!" Bai Zhijing snorted and gave a powerful evaluation.

Promise flicked his forehead, and gave him a more elegant way of saying: "This is called pride."

Bai Zhijing gave him a middle finger: "It's just smelly and shameless!"

"Okay little fool," Xu Xu gathered Bai Zhijing's fluffy scarf to cover most of his face, "Don't catch a cold, and go home obediently in half an hour."

Bai Zhijing's face was not big in the first place, but after being covered like this, only a pair of big round eyes were exposed, staring angrily at Xu Xu who was picking out books for the guests.

He was wearing a thick down jacket, with his hands tucked into the sleeves, and he sat on a small bench with his legs curled up, looking like a little round ball.

Such a little doll carved in powder and jade was kicked and smashed to make trouble yesterday, but today it is obedient and clever as a mascot. The owner of the barbecue stall next door thought it was strange, so he went to promise three times in one minute Finally, he couldn't help asking: "Xiaoying, you can do it, you, where did you get such a child laborer?"

"It's just a little melon." Xu Xu turned to look at Bai Zhijing, with a clear smile in his eyes, "Let's put it on to celebrate."

"You're a Japanese pirate," the boss Bai Zhijing said unwillingly, "You're a Japanese pirate!"

The boss was amused, and beckoned the waiter to take over the grilled chicken wings on the stove, wiped his hands on the apron, leaned over to Bai Zhijing, and teased him, "Child, what do you have to do with promise? There was such a big fight last night." , I thought you were some kind of gang collecting protection money!"

"Gangs have gangs. I have a wild bear gang. I have a local gang." Bai Zhijing didn't forget to give a publicity to his poor gang, and then pulled the scarf covering his face around his neck and said seriously, "But I There is no protection fee, I will protect the promise, the night market is very dangerous, he is a scholar, he has no strength to restrain a chicken, and he can't run away when he encounters bad guys."

He spoke seriously, and his expression was very serious. His delicate eyebrows were slightly gathered, and there was a trace of "Chuan" between his eyebrows.

The boss was almost taken aback by his serious and honest appearance, then a gust of wind blew by, Bai Zhijing shivered from the cold, a little snot came out from the tip of his nose——

"Pfft...hahahahahaha..." The boss couldn't help laughing, and decided not to tell Bai Zhijing about his promise to beat up a group of troublemakers a few days ago.

"Xiao Ying, where did you get this precious lump?"

Xu Xu had just finished a business, turned around and found that Bai Zhijing had torn off the scarf again, and said angrily, "I picked it up at the intersection ahead."

"That's impossible. I'm familiar with this street. I've been in this area 20 years ago," the boss laughed heartily. "I haven't seen such a precious thing anywhere!"

Bai Zhijing grunted twice, and promised, "I have a runny nose."

Xu Xu took out a handkerchief from his pocket: "Look up."

Without thinking about it, Bai Zhijing raised his chin, promised to blow Bai Zhijing's nose skillfully, and didn't feel disgusted at all, so he randomly folded the handkerchief twice and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"I didn't pick it up," Bai Zhijing pouted, and slapped Xu Xu unhappily, "I didn't pick it up either."

Xu Xu grabbed his palm and patted the white back of his hand twice: "Your paws feel uncomfortable when you are idle, right? Wrap your scarf well to avoid suffocation, right? You must be happy when you catch a cold, right?"

While talking, he rewrapped the scarf that Bai Zhijing had torn off, tied a knot behind his forehead, and rubbed Bai Zhijing's head: "Don't move."

The boss was dumbfounded: "Xiao Ying, you have a son at a young age?"

"No." Xu Xu shook his head helplessly, "This is my ancestor."

The boss laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist: "I don't usually find you so humorous!"

It has been more than half a month since Xu Xu came here to set up a stall. He is highly educated and well-educated, and he is polite and polite with everyone.But the boss has been out in the society since he was a teenager, and he has met more people than he has eaten rice, so he can't see that there is a cold and alienated heart hidden under the gentle appearance.But when this little ancestor came, the promise became different.

The original promise is like an exquisite ice sculpture. Even if he is sitting on a small bench and setting up a street stall, he is not at all popular. He does not deliberately keep a distance from anyone, but once you try to warm up to him, you will be caught by him. The cold and oppressive breath on his body scared him away.But today's promise is different, he has become like a living person, whenever he looks at Bai Zhijing, promises that even every eyelash is natural and vivid.

"Ancestor," Xu Xu patted the back of Bai Zhijing's head, "Can you live in peace?"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went to sell books. The boss echoed: "It's really worrying!"

Half of Bai Zhijing's face was wrapped in a fur scarf, he turned his head with great difficulty, and said to the boss very seriously: "I also worry about the promise, I worry about him much more than he worries about me, the promise He is the most ignorant and disobedient, sometimes he is very immature, like a child."

The boss looked at the promise who was recommending the college entrance examination teaching aids to the guests, and then at the little furball Bai Zhijing huddled up on the bench, nodded and said, "Okay, I pretended to believe it."

Bai Zhijing saw the corner of the boss's mouth twitching as he held back his laughter, curled his lips and said, "You're already old, and you're still as promised, so immature!"

The boss was so teased that he burst into tears, waved his hands and said, "He promises to come to the next door later, brother treats you to eat roasted wings!"

He was just about to leave when Bai Zhijing called him softly: "Brother, wait a moment."

"Huh?" the boss asked, "what's the matter?"

Bai Zhijing fumbled in the pockets of his cotton-padded jacket with both hands, and then took out something like a stack of small square pieces of paper: "Here you are."

The boss took it and saw that it was a stack of warm stickers.

"I'll stick it on your stomach." Bai Zhijing patted his stomach, "It's very warm. Once it's warm, you won't get frostbite."

"Yo?" The boss raised his eyebrows and said flattered, "The little ancestor still knows how to take care of people?"

"I'll take care of you, can you take care of Xu Xu?" Bai Zhijing said in a low voice, "I have to go to class during the day, so I can't stay too late, so you can take care of me. You will suffer."

When Bai Zhijing said this, he was still a little nervous and cautious. His knowledge of the world was very limited, and he only remembered that it was always done like this in TV dramas - when you set up a stall in a place, you have to make some connections with other shopkeepers around you. This is called "worshiping the land", Xu Xu must not understand this, so why not ask him to explain it?

It was the first time he did this kind of thing, he always felt unnatural, and wrinkled his nose while talking: "I will come tomorrow too, and I will bring you a warm baby, and I can put it on my forehead to refresh you Warm paste, dizzy and cool."

The boss stuffed the stack of warm babies into his pocket with a smile, and yelled at Xu Xu: "Xiao Ying, you should keep a close eye on your baby bump, if you loosen up, you will be abducted by others!"

Xu Xu turned his head and raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's tight, if it can be made smaller, I wish I could put my hands down and cover it with my heart."

Bai Zhijing didn't understand, thinking Xu Xu scolded him for not being tall enough, "I can't help it, I can still grow taller after my birthday, maybe I can grow to 1.8 meters..."

The boss laughed out loud.

Bai Zhijing wanted to come to promise to set up a stall here with him every night, but promise disagreed, the little guy had classes during the day, and high school students had a lot of homework, how could they delay their homework because of these things.

Although Bai Zhijing was not happy, it's not that he didn't know the seriousness. Besides, his father would not allow him to stay in the night market until midnight every night.

So the two made a three-pronged agreement, Bai Zhijing promised to come only on Friday and Saturday nights, and not to interfere with his studies because of the promised things; Xu Xu also agreed to close the booth at [-] o'clock in the morning at the latest every night, and promised not to wait until he got the bonus in May. Do this.

When I first came to the night market and spread plastic sheets on the ground, Xu Xu was already at a loss. Every late at night when I finished collecting the stalls and rode my bike home, Xu Xu could not feel the cold—he was already numb from the cold.For this period of time, night has meant death to him, loneliness and struggle that go deep into the marrow.

But it's different now, he has been counting the days since Monday, waiting for Bai Zhijing to jump towards him on Friday night, Bai Zhijing will help him when he sells books, and Bai Zhijing will go to the street before closing the stall He buys a bowl of hot haggis soup, and brings along a piece of strawberry and candied haws that he likes to eat. Sometimes he is really greedy, so he lifts the plastic sheet outside the candied haws and secretly licks it.

The little guy pretends to be smart, always thinking that the promise didn't find out that he was stealing, but in fact the promise knew about it.

They kissed in the warehouse, Bai Zhijing's tongue was stained with syrup, promised that he didn't like sugar, but thought the taste of strawberries and candied haws was not bad.

Time flies, Bai Zhijing's monthly exams have improved, and her math scores have improved; Qin Guoqiang doesn't know if it's a sex change or something, and hasn't harassed Xu Xu for nearly half a month; Ying Yingzi is nervously preparing for the performance, She danced very well this time, promised to buy her the new dancing shoes she had dreamed of......

In mid-April, Bai Zhijing finally took off his heavy down jacket, and the promised frostbite almost disappeared.

On the day of Guyu, a lantern festival was held under the dam. Bai Zhijing dragged Jing Feifei and Song Baobao dragged Li Fu to join in the fun.

They bought a few Kongming lanterns, and it is said that if you write your wishes on them, they will be seen by the gods.

Jing Feifei wrote down a line of beautiful small words - I want to see my mother, just after the last stroke, his expression was a little gloomy, he crossed out the line, and wrote again:

——I want to be a great mathematician like Goldbach.

Perhaps in his heart, seeing his mother is a far more distant and unrealizable delusion than becoming Goldbach.

There was nothing written on Li Fu's lamp, Song Baobao urged him, "Hurry up and write!"

"I don't know how to write it," Li Fu shook his head, "Forget it."

"Don't you have a lot of wishes?" Baby Song frowned, "Such as flying, studying abroad, etc."

Li Fu looked at the blank lampshade in his hand calmly, and gently played with the Buddhist beads on his left wrist with his right hand: "Forget it."

"Why forget it," Song Baobao looked at him, "You have so many things you want to do but haven't done yet, why forget it?"

"There are too many things I want to do but haven't done yet," Li Fu smiled, showing no emotion, "I can't write it down."

"Then I'll help you write." Baby Song took the pen from him and asked him, "Want to ride the Ferris wheel?"

Li Fu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Song Baobao would really write down his wish for him: "...um."

Baby Song: "Want to fly?"

Li Fu: "I think so."

Song Baobao asked again: "Do you want to go abroad to study?"

Li Fu sighed lightly: "I think."

Baby Song asked more than a dozen questions in a row, and Li Fu answered them one by one. He looked at Baby Song's profile, and his heart clicked in a daze, as if he had turned on a switch that he had been forcibly ignoring.

Baby Song pursed her lips: "Do you want to fall in love?"

Li Fu's pupils shrank, his lips trembled, but no syllables came out.

Baby Song looked up at Li Fu: "Do you want to?"

Li Fu didn't speak, but felt his half-dead heart suddenly beating fast, which even made him a little flustered.

So Baby Song smiled flamboyantly and recklessly: "I went to get a tattoo two months ago, and I never had the nerve to show it to you. Do you want to see it?"

Li Fu subconsciously took off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, as if he had taken off a certain shackle that had been holding him.

Song Baobao took Li Fu's hand and pulled him to a secluded corner.

Bai Zhijing and Xu Xu didn't notice that the other two left quietly, Bai Zhijing was worried with his pen in his mouth, and didn't start writing after pondering for a long time, Xu Xu laughed at him and said, "Why are you just standing there?"

"I wish too much, how can I write it?" Bai Zhijing said with drooping lips, "Give me ten lamps and I can't finish it..."

"Greedy." Xu Xu tapped his head with the cap of his pen.

"What did you write?" Bai Zhijing leaned forward, "Give me a reference!"

There are only four words on the lamp of promise.

——Know the scenery, know the scenery.

"Me?" Bai Zhijing pointed at his nose, "Why did you write my name? Write it twice, what do you mean?"

Xu Xu smiled, obviously not intending to answer.

"Tell me, tell me," Bai Zhijing asked persistently, "Tell me!"

"Think for yourself." Xu Xu nodded his forehead.

"Cut—" Bai Zhijing snorted, turned his head sullenly, continued to think about his wish, and muttered in a low voice, "Forget it, I'll write it myself, write him a hundred and eighty words... ..”

Xu Xu lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, his wish was very simple.

The first wish is to pray to the gods to let him be lucky enough to have Zhijing;

The second wish is to pray to the gods that Zhijing will always be Zhijing.