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"What are you talking about?" Jing Zhuo turned his back to his bed.

"Talk about childhood." Cheng Luo said, "I was very annoying when I was young, and it should be the most annoying kind for your teacher."

Jing Zhuo really wants to say that you are not very likable now.

"I like cats and dogs, and I have been arguing to raise them many times. My parents disagree, saying that they don't have time for work." Cheng Luo turned his head to face Jing Zhuo, "One time when it was raining, I saw a little wild cat from downstairs and wanted to go home. The family put it in a box, but when the door was opened, there was an extra child in the house."

"It's very ugly, with swollen eyes, blisters and a nose bridge. My dad couldn't pinch her nose when he held her and blew her nose. When he pinched her, he pinched her upper lip."

Jing Zhuo listened quietly, imagining that a primary school student suddenly had a younger sister when he came home, it would be quite frustrating.

"At the beginning, I hated Cheng Xinran very much. My parents didn't have time to care about me, and they didn't even give me eyes when they came to this thing. They walked around her every day. I deliberately used her toys to make her cry. After crying dumb once, my dad beat me up."

Jing Zhuo couldn't help laughing, it really didn't look like Cheng Luo did it: "No wonder Cheng Xinran always bullies you now."

"It wasn't like this when I was a child, no matter how much I bothered her, she would still cling to her tightly." Cheng Luo also smiled, "I forgot to bring my admission ticket when I took the college entrance examination..."

"If I were your teacher, Yangshou would be turned into a negative number." Jing Zhuo said.

"I'm so nervous, the test admission ticket was written on my hand, and I didn't bring it when I went to wash it before entering the test room." Cheng Luo said, "My mother called Cheng Xinran, and when she got home in the police car, she was pale. With tears and snot all over his face, he handed the admission ticket to my mother with one hand, and threw the adoption certificate on the ground with the other."

"It wasn't young then." Jing Zhuo thought about it, he was probably eight|nine years old.

"Yeah." Cheng Luo's voice was very soft, "At that time, she was still alive and kicking and laughing as usual when she returned home on the first day after the exam. Xin Ran cried in the bedroom by herself, saying, brother, no wonder you hate me."

"Are you going to feel guilty?" Jing Zhuo turned over slowly, looking at the ceiling.

Cheng Luo smiled: "Yes, she was too young at that time, and she was most dependent on her family."

Jing Zhuo hadn't comforted anyone before, so he searched his brains for a long time: "Then at least...she can still rely on you."

"The relationship with my parents is not sound." Cheng Luo said.

"Healthy or not, it's the same for my unestablished one." Jing Zhuo said, "Don't burden too much."

Cheng Luo didn't say anything, and started to rustle, Jing Zhuo tilted his head to look, he was getting up to light the aromatherapy on the bedside.

This time I ordered white tea fragrance, which is much lighter than the previous musk fragrance.

"Which one smells better?" Cheng Luo asked.

"Anything is fine." Jing Zhuo sniffed, "This one."

Cheng Luo put the aromatherapy on the window sill, and sat back on the bed: "Do you want to rely on others occasionally?"

Jing Zhuo thought about it seriously: "I haven't thought about it."

When I was tired, confused, or in trouble, I didn't even think about it, and I didn't develop this line of thinking at all.

"Then ask me to experience it next time." Cheng Luo smiled.

"Cheng Luo." Jing Zhuo was silent for a while, then sat up, "I have something to talk about first."

"Yeah." Cheng Luo nodded.

"Don't open your experience hall to me."

"I haven't established a sound emotional relationship, but I also have my own views on emotions. If you try to test it with a frivolous gesture again and again, I will confuse a lot of things." Jing Zhuo looked at him after finishing speaking, "This is in other people's hands. It's flirting, it's joking, but I can't, I can't tell the difference between a courtesy and an invitation."

After he finished speaking, his heart beat fast. This was the first time he confessed to himself, and it was in front of Cheng Luo.

He couldn't grasp the distance between the danger zone and the safe zone, and he was begging the predator for mercy.

An inexperienced prey pleads for mercy from an inexperienced hunter.

Obviously, one said he was worried about it, and the other said he cared.

The room was silent for a long time.

Cheng Luo got off the bed and walked over, tried to bend over, the wound was torn, so he had to squat down again, raised his hand to touch Jing Zhuo's face, then pressed his forehead, laid him down gently, and covered him with the quilt.

"Got it." Cheng Luo said.

This is Jing Zhuo's first Christmas.

In order to make ends meet.

When buying gifts from the Internet, I didn't know where to fill in the address. I asked the nurse to find out that there was a courier station at the entrance of the village.

The day I was discharged from the hospital happened to be Christmas Eve. During the days of hospitalization, the green chickens were raised by the neighbors, and they grew up after returning home.

The wound on Cheng Luo's back has been healed with the stitches taken out, and the minor wounds on Jing Zhuo's body are all healed, but he is still wearing a fixation belt.

When I arrived in the city, it was already dark. It was almost a month after five o'clock, and the roads were all pitch black, and I was not used to the bright lights at first glance.

It is impossible to make an appointment for a gun, but it is still possible to go shopping and have a meal.

When I got out of the car, I found that it was snowing. The fine snow particles danced wildly with the wind and hurt my face. It was not aesthetically pleasing, but it was enough for people on the street to take out their mobile phones to take pictures on Christmas Eve, and the flow of people froze.

"Let's take a picture." Cheng Luo raised his phone and hugged Jing Zhuo's shoulder.

Jing Zhuo put his hands in his pockets, admiring how these people can take pictures in the cold without shaking: "The background is the entrance of the parking lot."

Cheng Luo said "hmm" to show that he knew, and took several pictures.

"It can be seen that it's snowing." Jing Zhuo speechlessly grabbed his arm and pulled it aside. The two of them rotated 180 degrees. The street scene finally had the feeling of snow under the sufficient lighting, and the snow-white particles were flying in the warm color. Under the lights, the big Christmas elk at the entrance of the mall can also be photographed.

"What are you doing after dinner?" Cheng Luo poked his phone in satisfaction.

"Watching a movie." Jing Zhuo thought for a while, there is almost nothing to do in such a big shopping mall, except for some handicraft workshops and an ice rink, it is a movie theater.

"Let's watch a ghost movie." Cheng Luo put the phone back in his pocket, and suddenly smiled, very happily.

Jing Zhuo glanced at him in surprise, quickly took out his phone and booked the two middle seats in the front row before he regretted it.

It took me a long time to queue up for dinner before I got a number. There were many young couples and parents bringing their children out to play in the shopping mall on Christmas Eve, and it was crowded everywhere.

The clerk of the hot pot restaurant enthusiastically came over with a big heart-shaped box: "I'm sorry, sir, the round and square boxes are all delivered, only this kind..."

"It's okay." Cheng Luo smiled at the clerk, "Are there any flowers?"

"Ah... Yes, yes!" The clerk looked at him and then at Jing Zhuo, as if he understood something, and brought a rose when he came back.

Jing Zhuo was stunned, said "thank you" and took it, and the clerk left and put it on the table: "Why is it... a rose?"

"Maybe they think it's appropriate." Cheng Luo smiled, and put the phone on the table, "Look at Moments."

Jing Zhuo glanced at him vigilantly, clicked on Moments and almost threw his phone into the hot pot.

A single picture, a photo of him and Cheng Luo.

In the photo, Cheng Luo is still very handsome, his facial features are very clear, and he is holding him, with a helpless little reluctance on his expression, but he is not looking at the camera in a daze, maybe he was looking at the snow at that time.

People's Christmas Eve is all about showing affection and friendship, so he sent this one.

And what's even more suspicious is that Cheng Luo hardly posted anything other than Cheng Mao in Moments.

"Deleted." Jing Zhuo put down the phone, not long after his forehead healed, he felt a sudden pain again, "Hurry up."

Cheng Luo leaned back very naively and mentally, put the phone in his pocket, with a weary smile on his face: "No."

After the meal, the two hot pot-smelling people walked to the entrance of the studio, and Cheng Luo started laughing again.

"Are you so excited?" Jing Zhuo looked at him, "Cheng Xinran would laugh at you if he saw it."

"Happy." Cheng Luo held him down before he picked up the ticket, "Change your seat, it's too tiring to lean your neck in the first row."

"Say it straight up if you're afraid." Jing Zhuo asked, "Where should I change it?"

"The last row." Cheng Luo said, "It's not because I'm afraid."

"Yes, I believe it." Jing Zhuo changed his position.

Cheng Luo held back his laughter, pulled his wrist and pulled it towards him: "I'll tell you later."

After speaking, he smiled and turned around to buy popcorn, Liu Jingzhuo stood there with a question mark on his face.

Both the ticket gate and the food outlet were blocked, and when Jing Zhuo took the ticket and went to line up first, Cheng Luo was still queuing there.

Cheng Luo lined up before and after were young couples, and every boy had a girl who looked like a sloth hanging on his body. The picture was very cute, and he was standing alone in the line of couples exuding the fragrance of single dogs, which was inexplicably cute.

About ten meters away, this distance seems to Cheng Luo to be... pleasing to the eye.

The one who is particularly tall in the crowd, but not entirely outstanding because of his height, obviously dressed in low-key gray and black, but it is more eye-catching than the boys in front and behind him who are dressed in trendy and exaggerated clothes.

It is a unique temperament of a handsome adult man.

Moreover, Cheng Luo, who was picking a kitten-shaped handbag from the clerk, looked very different from the image in the hospital wearing a white coat.

What's different? Jing Zhuo can't tell, an angel in white descends to earth?

He couldn't help laughing, what a stupid idea.

He was facing Cheng Luo with a trance-like smile that he didn't know, when Cheng Luo suddenly turned his head and met his eyes, and asked in a very loud voice: "What temperature do you want the coffee at?"

Jing Zhuo suspected that this handsome man had actually attracted a lot of attention. When he asked this question, the young couples queuing up, front, back, left, and right, and the doll holder next to him all looked at Jing Zhuo.

A little girl may think that her voice is very low, so she poked her boyfriend: "I said that they must have brought their partners."

"...It's hot." Jing Zhuo said quickly.

After entering the theater, he strode ahead, and he was relieved when almost everyone sat down and the lights went out.

When Cheng Luo sat next to him, Jing Zhuo realized that he was smiling: "What's so happy about it, please share it?"

"The happiness I shared with you may be, bang, gone." Cheng Luo looked at him and smiled even more.

As for what, Jing Zhuo curled his lips as if he said it was boring, and took the coffee from his hand: "Speak, I promise not to let your happiness disappear."

Cheng Luo curled his lips and glanced at the densely packed young couples in front of him, then turned his head and approached him: "Isn't it a bit like a date?"

It seems that he didn't listen to what Jing Zhuo said that night.

Of course, it may be completely listened to, so I went a step further.

But Jing Zhuo's heart was beating a little fast, he didn't feel this way on the bed, instead, he lost his ability to think for a while without being prodded under the bed.

Cheng Luo looked at him with a speechless and tangled face, the tips of his ears were red, and couldn't help but reached out and pinched his ears: "Can my happiness be complete for a while?"

"Then..." Jing Zhuo gritted his teeth and glanced at him quickly, "Take it as a date."

There's really no need to live with this little bit of happiness, because the dating vibe evaporates when the film begins.

For horror movies that tend to be suspenseful and deciphered, Jing Zhuo watches them as dramas, and occasionally squints his eyes when there is a stimulating scene, very calm.

Cheng Luo didn't have such a strong psychological quality, and he almost yelled after the little girl in the Penumbra Hall several times.

The main reason was that someone had a boyfriend in his arms, and a boyfriend covered his eyes, and Cheng Luo was holding a cat-shaped popcorn bag by himself, and several pieces of popcorn were sifted out.

Poor thing.

In particular, there was a girl three seats away from him who reacted very strongly. She was really scared. If it wasn't for her boyfriend who pressed her down, she would probably jump up straight away.

While being frightened by the movie, Cheng Luo wanted to be frightened again by her. At first, he was taken aback, but then he just leaned back and remained silent.

Jing Zhuo glanced to the side, and found that he closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

"The male lead has escaped." Jing Zhuo said to the scene where the male lead had just been cut in half.

"Yeah." Cheng Luo nodded and said deeply, "I guessed it just now."

Jing Zhuo couldn't hold back his joy.

He glanced to the side, and everyone around him was watching a movie intently with their arms around each other.

When he stretched his hand halfway, he hesitated for a moment, but still lightly touched Cheng Luo's eyes.

Then he felt Cheng Luo's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyelashes made his palms itch and trembled, but he didn't take them away.

After all, people cover their eyes when they are dating, right?

"Spoon." Cheng Luo could only see the top of the head of the person below through his fingers, and whispered, "Just put a black blindfold on me."

Whoever wants to cover your uncle's legs!

Just as Jing Zhuo was about to withdraw his hand, Cheng Luo suddenly leaned on his shoulder, because he was a bit taller than him, so he took a nap and sat down before leaning on him. After waiting for a long time, he turned to look at Jing Zhuo: " hand?"

His tone was a little aggrieved.

In the last row of the theater, two men cuddled up awkwardly, one covering the eyes of the other, and watched the second half of the show quietly.

Jing Zhuo walked into the parking lot clutching the side of his neck: "Shoulders are numb."

Cheng Luo pinched him with one hand: "After watching this show, I have experienced the fun, and I will watch it when I go back..."

"Don't." Jing Zhuo hurriedly interrupted, "Let me go."

When the two walked to the side of the car, someone called "Xiao Cheng" from behind.

He was a good-looking man with his hair combed back. He seemed to be about the same age as Cheng Luo.

"Come out for shopping?" The man smiled at Cheng Luo and glanced at Jing Zhuo.

Cheng Luo's hand was still on the back of his neck, Jing Zhuo was a little embarrassed, he waved to the side to signal for him to take his hand off, Cheng Luo didn't move: "Well, let's join in the fun during the festival."

The man nodded, but his gaze remained on Jing Zhuo's body: "This is...?"

"Friend." Cheng Luo smiled.

"Oh, I thought it was..." The man looked away, "Are you busy recently? It seems that you are not talking in the group."

"Quite busy." Cheng Luo said.

At this point, Jing Zhuo almost understood that this person is also of the same kind, and that group doesn't sound like a serious group.

Cheng Luo didn't greet that person much, and his attitude was always polite and alienated, but that person was very good at chatting, and he could even pull out the neighbor of their mutual friend's second cousin, colleague's uncle, who just gave birth to a child. , Jing Zhuo couldn't get in the conversation and stood aside, so he could only take out his mobile phone and swipe.

In the end, he asked Cheng Luo to wait a while, took out a rose from the car and gave it to Cheng Luo, and blinked greasyly: "Happy holidays."

Within a day, Jing Zhuo felt uncomfortable seeing Rose for the second time.

After getting in the car, he still felt uncomfortable from the talkative man: "Is that man interested in you?"

Cheng Luo casually put the flowers beside the armrest box: "I chased after me before."

"Then why didn't you catch up?" Jing Zhuo looked at the bent flower nestled beside the armrest box, "It's growing pretty well."

"It's enough to be good-looking?" Cheng Luo smiled, why is he thinking so naively.

"Then the bed is not to your liking?" Jing Zhuo also smiled, twitching the corners of his mouth jokingly.

Cheng Luo knew what he was trying to get out of, so he drove the car for a while without saying a word before saying, "I haven't slept."

"...Oh." Jing Zhuo turned his head and looked out of the window, seeing that the flower was still in a rush.

He doesn't know what kind of relationship he has with Cheng Luo now, whether it's far or near.

He did say he cared, and they did have a date on Christmas Eve.

But when Jing Zhuo saw that the talkative man was upset, he didn't have the position to ask more questions. He has done the most intimate thing, so he has no right to be jealous.

Their relationship can go back and forth, and it doesn't take shape at all.At any time, Cheng Luo could hold his new partner and give him a faint smile and say that he was tired of sex, or let him cover his eyes like other couples in the movie theater.

Many things that couples and bed partners do overlap, but the relationship between the latter is deformed to such an extent that Jing Zhuo is in a mess and doesn't know where to start.

"Teacher Jing, how am I doing?" In the quiet carriage, Cheng Luo suddenly interrupted his wild thoughts, "Everyone is sending flowers, why don't you?"

"Why did I send it?" Jing Zhuo glanced at him, "I chased you?"

Cheng Luo laughed for a while: "Shao, do you know that you are particularly choked when you speak now. It's not the smell of fire|powder, it's the smell of vinegar."

Jing Zhuo really couldn't accept these words, so he simply stopped talking.

After entering the village, I returned to a night that was not very quiet and dogs barked and sheep barked everywhere. The snow had stopped, and the lights on the streets on Christmas Eve seemed to have never existed.

The lights are gone, the excitement is gone, and many turbulent emotions are actually caused by the atmosphere.

Jing Zhuo breathed into the air, and stood on tiptoe in the cold wind: "I'm back."

"Stay here tonight." Cheng Luo walked to his side and looked down at him, "You can't spend the holidays with someone to the end, what's the point of being abandoned halfway through?"

That's really not a big deal, Cheng Luo didn't leave him behind in the drug den and ran away.

Jing Zhuo stood with his back to the wind, his hair was messed up by the wind, Cheng Luo let him put it on the back of his head, then opened the rear car door and took a paper bag, took out a bunch of gray things from it, shook it off and put it on his neck .

Suddenly wrapped in warmth, Jing Zhuo didn't react, he shuddered, feeling his head and neck being wrapped twice before his eyes emerged from the scarf.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and surprise flashed in his shiny brown eyes.

Cheng Luo clasped the back of his neck and lowered his head to touch his forehead.

"Christmas Eve, so be safe." Cheng Luo said, "Stay away from the hospital and away from the doctors, except me."

"Although I don't know where the down jacket can be seen better with the hat off than with it on, but according to my observations, all of your coat collars are bald." Cheng Luo said with a smile.

"...Thank you." Jing Zhuo murmured in his scarf and whispered, "It's safe and sound."

He opened the trunk again and magically brought out a bouquet of roses.

The roses were sparse, one bald than the other, uneven, so ugly that it spoiled the atmosphere.

But the wrapping paper and ribbons are exquisite, and they should be wrapped by someone in the shop for my own flowers.

"This is all the flowers on the window sill." Cheng Luo handed him, "The rest were taken by the cat to the petal bath."

Jing Zhuo took it and laughed, and the two of them stood in the middle of the patio foolishly and had fun for a long time.

It took a long time to stop laughing, and Cheng Luo pinched the tip of his frozen red nose: "Shao, there is only one window with flowers in my house, and there is only one cat taking a flower petal bath."

Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, the yard had just accumulated snow, and his heart was very quiet at the moment.

"So it's not like buying a bouquet somewhere and being given a bouquet, it's not as frivolous as you think."

The heart is quiet, but it is beating fast, Jing Zhuo lowered his head to interrupt him: "Yeah."

Cheng Luo wanted to say something, but he suddenly didn't have the courage to listen.

Accustomed to the vague tongues of flame, when the outline of the fire became clear and it was burning hot, he wanted to take a step back, leaving some leeway for another moment of hesitation.

Jing Zhuo took out of his pocket the Christmas gift that he hadn't found a chance to give all night. He wanted to leave it quietly in his car before leaving.

Cheng Luo was not very surprised, I knew that I was also proud of the gift, and took the box from him.

But he didn't expect that this gift was carefully selected by Jing Zhuo, and the agreed-upon candy suddenly became a serious Christmas gift.

After returning to the house, Cheng Luo unwrapped the present. It was a heavy pen with delicate texture.

"Don't carry that pen case with you, it's for stickers and shared gel pens." Jing Zhuo somehow remembered A Doraemon's pocket, "The pen can be used, so it's better to borrow it." Get it back, and it won’t take up space.”

Cheng Luo had never thought about this before. He was in a state of desperation in the hospital, and when he was in a hurry to write the medical records, whatever he drew from the pen holder was a dotted line.Later, I always kept a large box of gel pens, and I couldn’t use them if I borrowed them. If I forgot to refill them, I had to look for pens all over the world.

"Retire all broken pens in the unit when we go back." Cheng Luo smiled, "Do you often not find red pens?"

This is a trick thought up by people who have no pens at work, Jing Zhuo also smiled: "I often ask the students in the first row to borrow them, and they disappear in a blink of an eye after the homework is approved."

Cheng Luo sat by the bed, fiddling with a pen for a long time, then stood up, "I'm in such a good mood today, I want to go to the kitchen to harm things, please give instructions from Teacher Jing."

"Sure." Jing Zhuo said.

When he went to inspect the kitchen after playing with his mobile phone for a while in the house, he especially wanted to withdraw his approval.

The landlord's kitchen doesn't have an oven, just a microwave oven. Hearing the sound of cracking inside, Jing Zhuo immediately rushed over and unplugged the plug to cut off the electricity.

Cheng Luo didn't notice the smell of smell in the room, "It's not time yet."

"What is this!" Jing Zhuo was startled when he turned on the microwave oven. It was a lump of black and black smoke, and there were cracks on closer inspection. It looked very wild and industrial punk.

"Cake." Cheng Luo stared at the black lump he took out, and was stunned, "...it was."

"Your recipe didn't say to use an oven. Is there any temperature control?" Jing Zhuo slapped the black lumps on the chopping board, threw it away, took out a piece of paper and wiped the chopping board, and was surprised to find that it couldn't be wiped off. No matter how hard you rub the dish soap, there is still a black square mark, "Don't use a pen, just put it in your pocket and go to work, and anyone who doesn't have a pen will cut it off for him."

Cheng Luo looked at the phone: "It said 190 degrees."

"This microwave oven has been turned on for [-]." Jing Zhuo wiped the mark with a steel wool for the third time, but it still hasn't been wiped off.

He took a deep breath, pushed the chopping board aside, took the phone from Cheng Luo's hand, and rolled up his sleeves: "Look at it."

Jing Zhuo is the kind of person who is too lazy to cook. He lives by himself and is tired after get off work. When he is diligent, he goes out to eat or cook fast food by himself. dinner.

The pot of instant small wontons he made last time is almost his daily level.

"Watch." Jing Zhuo quickly mixed the flour and milk and put it aside, then directly knocked the egg into the bowl, and picked out the yolk with a spoon, but it broke when it failed.

"It says that there should be no egg yolk residue in the egg white." Cheng Luo looked at his movements as quickly as a ten-year professional pastry chef, and looked at his phone. From the steps to the ingredients, everything was wrong.

Jing Zhuo started to pass the egg white mixed with egg yolk: "Listen to me."

When the whole lump of paste was sent into the microwave oven, Cheng Luo was still studying the steps carefully.

I didn't use pure protein, didn't send it to the top, and added more raw materials such as milk, and didn't follow the standard dosage of grams and milliliters throughout the process.

Cheng Luo didn't want to hit him, but he still took out a new steel ball, ready to witness the birth of the second piece of industrial punk artwork.

The two walked out of the kitchen, and it started snowing again outside.The snow fell intermittently, pure snow without rain, and the snow in the yard had already accumulated quite thick.

As they walked towards the main room one after the other, Cheng Luo suddenly stopped and looked at the ground thoughtfully.

Jing Zhuo took a step back vigilantly: "Don't owe me anything."

Cheng Luo quickly grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on him.

"How old are you?" Jing Zhuo looked at him suspiciously, "Don't go to work tomorrow, why don't you go to the village primary school?"

"If you go to preschool, I'll beat you with a snowball fight." Cheng Luo threw a few more balls of snow on him.

A strange desire to win was aroused.

Jing Zhuo went back to the kitchen and took a plastic basin, scooped it along the window sill, and poured it all over him when he came out.

"Open?" Cheng Luo shook his clothes in surprise.

"You too." Jing Zhuo raised the basin again.

Before I could splash it out, my eyes suddenly turned white, and the snow fell on my head and shoulders.

Cheng Luo shook the tree again, and the snow poured down again.He smiled smugly: "Is it hanging?"

The snow fight escalated into a fierce snow fight, and the two ran all over the place, and the smooth snow on the ground was ravaged to be skinless and hairless.

The green chicken fluttered out to see the two of them, was accidentally injured by the flying snowball, and went back to the house crookedly with its head covered in snow.

The door of the Westinghouse was paved with marble, and the snow cover could not be seen on it. When the two stepped on it at the same time, they fell very crisply.

Jing Zhuo's ribs were not completely healed, Cheng Luo tried his best to pull him to bring his weight to his side at the moment before he fell down, and didn't let him hit the ground directly.

After chasing, fighting, and having fun for a long time, Jing Zhuo tried to get up, and then leaned on the marble slab, and slammed Cheng Luo back again.

The two of them lay on top of each other in the corner of the patio like mentally handicapped, laughing uncontrollably.

He was obviously bluffing and screaming, but Jing Zhuo felt very at ease in his heart, a kind of strange at ease that was different from being at home when he was idle.

Underneath Cheng Luoyi sat up with all his might, borrowed some strength when he got up, and held Jing Zhuo with one hand.

Finally stopped being silly, the warm breath sprayed on the ears, and the snow flakes melted instantly.

When it was quiet and only exhalation was left, the small voice was very clear in the snow.

Jing Zhuo tugged at his hand: "Get up, I've caught a cold."

Because his hand was barely covered with snow, it was warm, but when he touched Cheng Luo's hand, he was startled by the ice.

Cheng Luo also seemed to feel that he was stunned for a moment, paused, and whispered in his ear: "Hands are cold."

Ruthless snowball fighters, whoever is cold is whoever you are.

But with his back against Cheng Luo's arms, his red ears were not from the cold, but were blown red by his breathing and voice.

He lowered his eyes to look at the hand with sharp bones in front of him. The first time he saw it was in the emergency room late at night. The big hand covering the mouse was long and slender, with a sense of strength.

"You said, you've done everything you need to do, how can you overcome the friendship relationship?" Cheng Luo's lips pressed against the tips of his ears, it was hot.

"How?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"That's it." Cheng Luo moved his arms to hold him back tighter, and took his hand.

They have touched everything that should be touched in other places, and have also passed the negative distance, but this is the first time like this, holding hands palm to palm.

Jing Zhuo's heart beats fast.

He hesitated and stretched out his other hand to rub Cheng Luo, hiding his panic.

The temperature of the palms gradually became the same.

"It should be familiar after rubbing again." Cheng Luo said.

The two of them patted the snow off their bodies and stood up. Just as the atmosphere of friendship was awkward, Jing Zhuo suddenly remembered something: "Cake!"

The cake was still alive when it got to the kitchen.

But also just survived.

A fluffy brown mass with abnormal skin burst.

"This looks a bit unqualified." Cheng Luo suppressed a smile.

It doesn't look like food, but it tastes surprisingly good. The milk is replaced with water and the aroma is stronger.

"You've done this before?" Cheng Luo was surprised.

"No." Jing Zhuo said, "Based on my feeling, the tutorial is not necessarily reliable, and the steps can be messed up at my fingertips, so I fumbled for it."

Cheng Luo was so enlightened that he even wanted to try again.

"Get out." Jing Zhuo pushed him out of the kitchen.

A pair of friends who have surpassed the relationship between friends and friends, the awkwardness of twisting and fighting finally dispersed a little.

After spending a month in secret in the old village in the deep mountains, even Cheng Xinran could tell that Teacher Laijing and her brother seemed to have gotten a lot closer when they returned to the county after New Year's Day.

There is a kind of tacit understanding that only exists in the aura of the two of them. For example, when her brother said that he wanted to bake a cake when he went back, Teacher Jing directly yelled at him without saying a word.

The smell of the chicken is too strong, it is not safe to keep it with the cat, and it is not easy to raise it upstairs. Cheng Luo and Cheng Xinran sent the chicken to grandma's house on weekends.

"Let me see your back." Back at her parents' house at night, Cheng Xinran quietly pulled him into the bedroom.

"It's ready." Cheng Luo lifted up his pajamas.

Cheng Xinran gasped, and touched his scar.

"I didn't ask at the time, but if you hadn't gone to look for Brother Jing, you wouldn't have met those people, would you?" Cheng Xinran asked in a low voice.

Cheng Luo didn't deny it: "I can't ignore whoever it is."

Cheng Xinran was thoughtful: "Really."

"And your old class was tied up by those people. It's not unrelated to us. Those people recognized him at the time."

Cheng Xinran didn't speak, but still looked thoughtful.

Cheng Luo felt that the child might be thinking in a subtle way, but Cheng Xinran felt sorry for her brother, and said obediently: "Cheng Luo, don't think that Brother Jing is my teacher so I get very close to him. Is he straight?"

Cheng Luo almost spit out a sip of tea, and frowned: "Is this how your brother looks in your mind?"

Cheng Xinran thought for a while: "You are not."

"Then what kind of person do you think your old class is?" Cheng Luo was a little curious about the image of Jing Zhuo in the eyes of the students.

"Brother Jing is actually pretty good except for being fierce. Although he manages tightly, he doesn't embarrass others and respects us very much." Cheng Xinran said, "If you vote for the most popular teacher over the years, I will definitely vote for him."

"Is the evaluation so high?" Cheng Luo laughed. Since Cheng Xinran was in junior high school, he had heard her complain every day about having a new teacher who was stupid|serious, and said that it was the first time that he really liked the teacher.

Blaming him for asking too much and showing a trance smile, Cheng Xinran's train of thought finally turned to subtle.She raised her eyebrows and looked at Cheng Luo: "What's the meaning of the circle of friends at Christmas? They block parents."

Cheng Luo didn't speak, but still smiled.

Cheng Xinran was even more shocked: "I...fuck!"

"Don't swear." Cheng Luo pointed at her.

"What the hell do you mean!" Cheng Xinran jumped up, "If you don't tell me, I'll recite my swear word dictionary!"

"Nothing interesting." Cheng Luo walked out with a smile on his tea, "I just want to show off, I had Teacher Jing that day."

Now that the relationship is not so awkward, Jing Zhuo can finally face up to the fact that Cheng Luo is his savior. He has to let go of his thin skin and try to treat Cheng Luo better.

It's nothing more than treat him to a meal if the meal time coincides occasionally, buy two fruit drinks on the way home from get off work, and hang them on his doorknob.

He has never been kind to people, will not be kind to people, and has never even had a pet. The only animal he has taken care of since he was a child is himself.

Sometimes I always feel weird, and I even searched how to repay others. What is Yishuier's answer more than ten years ago?

But this feeling of thinking about someone every time I go to the supermarket... It's okay.

On Friday, Jingzhuo had no classes in the afternoon, and it was also in time for the students to take a big break. School ended at [-]:[-] pm, but the final exam was approaching, and the teachers of all grades had a meeting, and they didn't come out until dark.

The weather has been bad recently, and the snow has been out of tune. It has been sleet and sleet all day long.

As soon as it got cold, he wanted to get off work and go home quickly. Jing Zhuo went to the office building to pick up the car, and planned to go to the school gate to buy some wonton rice sausages and the like.

As soon as he reached a small shop street, someone honked his horn behind him.

Jing Zhuo gave way to the side, the bicycles and electric vehicles were parked randomly, making it difficult to ride.

Then the car behind followed closely, and continued to honk, very annoying rhythm, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Jing Zhuo couldn't bear it anymore and was just about to choke on the stupid driver, when he turned his head and saw Cheng Luo with his arms on the car window, with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing him all of a sudden in a very tired state, Jing Zhuo inexplicably felt a little bit recovered.

"The arms will freeze after a while." He walked to the side of the car, "Why are you here?"

"Any plans for the evening?" Cheng Luo retracted his arms and unlocked the car door.

"It's fine to just say no to dinner on WeChat." Jing Zhuo got into the passenger seat.

"This place is a bit special today, I have to come to invite you." Cheng Luo reversed the car and exited the congested old street.

Jing Zhuo really couldn't think of any special tricks he could come up with: "Where are you going?"

"My house." Cheng Luo said.

"Is it special?" Jing Zhuo was puzzled, "Cheng Mao invited some cat friends to avoid scaring me?"

Cheng Luo laughed: "To be precise, it's the home you visited before."

Jing Zhuo paused for a second, then suddenly turned to stare at him.

"My parents' house." Cheng Luo said.