intangible heritage

"Uncle Jiang is upset." Qin Nian who got into Qin Rong's embrace said so.

Qin Rong showed a little surprise, looked up at Jiang Xun who was leaning against the side of the car, looked down, with a cigarette between his slender knuckles,

In the twilight, it is as secluded as a finely crafted oil painting.

Jiang Xun seldom smokes, so rare that when Qin Rong occasionally sees him smoking, a question will pop up in his mind: When did he learn to smoke?

Qin Nian wrapped his arms around Qin Rong's neck and stuck to Qin Rong's side. Seeing that Qin Rong hadn't spoken, he repeated in a childlike voice, "Uncle Jiang is upset."

"Yeah." Qin Rong rubbed Qin Nian's head and replied in a low voice, "Dad heard it."

Seeing that Jiang Xun's expression had calmed down, he planned to ask Jiang Xun what happened when he got home. As for why Qin Nian repeated it twice, he must have been frightened and told him not to approach Jiang Xun.

Qin Rong reassured: "Nian Nian is not afraid, it's fine."

After hearing this, Qin Nian shook his head, "I'm not afraid, Dad." After saying that, he was about to get off Qin Rong's body. When he landed, he shook Qin Rong's hand, raised his head and said, "Daddy, go and comfort Uncle Jiang."

Qin Rong was surprised, he asked: "Why would Nian Nian say that?"

Qin Nian's slender eyebrows frowned, and his round face felt sad, "I patted the back of Uncle Jiang's hand, but Uncle Jiang was still crying. I don't know what to do."

In Qin Nian's world, as long as he pats the back of his hand, that person will become happy. Every time Qin Rong wakes up from a nightmare, he will do this, but it doesn't work when it comes to Jiang Xun.

The young Qin Nian didn't know why this method wouldn't work, nor did he understand what Jiang Xun's red eyes were replacing.

"Let's go there together, shall we?"

Qin Nian nodded.

Seeing Qin Nian ordering so quickly, Qin Rong couldn't help asking: "Is Nian Nian afraid of him?"

Qin Nian broke his little finger, thought for a while and said, "But he is very sad."

Qin Rong's heart softened, she picked up Qin Nian, and kissed Qin Nian's chubby face, "We Nian Nian are really good boys."

He put Qin Nian on the back seat and fastened his seat belt. Jiang Xun hugged Qin Rong's waist from the side, resting his head on Qin Rong's neck, rubbing against her every now and then.

Qin Rong smelled a faint scent of roses, but he didn't care. He laughed softly and said without any malice, "Crying?"

The hand holding him suddenly tightened, and Jiang Xun bit the flesh around his neck like a villain.

It doesn't hurt but itches, Qin Rong can't avoid it, he let Jiang Xun grind it, but after a while, Jiang Xun let go, he raised his head, the corners of his eyes were still red, "Brother laughed at me."

A touch of red made Qin Rong's breathing tight. His young master is very beautiful. When he was young, the sky was full of stars, but now it is a crescent moon.

Well, this crescent moon has grown a bit taller. Although it is an alpha, there are not many with a net height of 1.9 meters, so that every time they pounce on him, they seem to be captured by some kind of large beast.

What beast is more like it?

lion?tiger?

Qin Rong couldn't come to a conclusion for a while, and regretted coming to the clinic today. After listening to Brother Ruan Bai's animal theory all afternoon, he was now full of thoughts about what kind of animal Jiang Xun should be.

Jiang Xun saw that Qin Rong was distracted, pinched his earlobe, and said, "What do you think, brother?"

"Miss you." Like some animal.

Although the remaining few words were not said, they were not concealed, after all, they were indeed thinking about him.

Qin Rong doesn't often say such blunt love words, so if he says it once in a while, it will make Jiang Xun's heart flutter.

Jiang Xun's eyes darkened, and he forgot about the previous discomfort. He pinched Qin Rong's waist and said in a low voice, "Why don't we think about it in another place."

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It was early morning, but Jiang Xun was not in the room, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of two pheromones.

Qin Rong calmed down, touched the bedside table, and put on his glasses. He was tossed so badly that when he got out of bed, his legs were still trembling.

"A Xun?"

No one should answer.

Putting on a coat, Qin Rong went to the rooftop——Jiang Xun likes to blow cold wind when he is depressed.

Qin Rong knew it, but he had never gone up to find Jiang Xun. He wanted to stay away from Jiang Xun before, so he didn't dare, but now he thought that Jiang Xun would always have something he wanted to vent.

But now, Qin Rong wants to go up and have a look.

Sure enough, a lonely and slender figure was leaning on the edge, with a gloomy face, a hostile look on his brows, a cigarette between his fingers, and slowly puffing out the clouds.

What happened today, Qin Rong knew the general idea from Qin Nian's mouth. Apart from being distressed, he was even more surprised that Jiang Xun didn't lose his temper at all.

Jiang Xun has a bad temper, eccentric and irritable, but after being together, Jiang Xun seems to have suppressed all his temper to the bottom of his heart, and he will always be gentle to him and Qin Nian.

As if aware of the second person coming to the rooftop, Jiang Xun turned his head and glanced indifferently, but when he found that it was Qin Rong, the indifference in his eyes disintegrated in an instant.

At that moment, Jiang Xun's eyes became strange, hot and crazy, as if he wanted to take Qin Rong as his own and swallow it up.

But soon disappeared again, he crushed out the cigarette, and hurried forward, "Why did my brother come up with such little clothes on?"

There was a strong wind on the roof, making his clothes rattle. He put his coat on Qin Rong's shoulders without hesitation.

"Blow the wind together?"

"it is good."

Talking about blowing wind is really blowing wind, the two sat on the roof for half an hour, until Qin Rong coughed, Jiang Xun nervously pulled him back.

Before leaving, Jiang Xun looked back at the wide rooftop.

The boy who was huddled in the corner disappeared, and someone finally found him, held his hand firmly, and led him away step by step.

The next morning, Qin Nian followed Jiang Xun step by step with his small schoolbag on his back.

He was afraid of Jiang Xun, so Jiang Xun never led him, but only slowed down and waited for him.

Qin Nian looked at it, and suddenly felt a little courage, and carefully grabbed Jiang Xun's clothes.

Feeling the weak pull from the hem of his clothes, Jiang Xun immediately stopped, thinking that Qin Nian couldn't keep up because he was walking too fast, and didn't want to call him, but he couldn't, Qin Nian blushed , "Uncle Jiang, can I hold your hand?"

Jiang Xun was stunned, and after realizing it, he was so flattered that he didn't even know where to put his hands, and finally he squatted down and put his hands flat in front of Qin Nian, his voice was hoarse with nervousness, "Isn't Nian Nian afraid of me?" ?”

Qin Nian shook his head, "Scared."

Qin Sheng has always taught him that to be an honest child, yes is yes, no is no, if you like it, you like it, and if you hate it, just say you hate it.

Jiang Xun's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon he raised the corners of his lips. He raised his head and wanted to rub Qin Nian's head, but Qin Nian flinched and froze in mid-air, "Then I won't hold you back."

"Dad told me that Uncle Jiang likes me, but it hurts to be carried around the neck."

What Qin Nian said didn't match the words, but Jiang Xun understood, and the sourness made his tongue roll with a layer of bitterness.

Qin Nian opened his round eyes and asked seriously, "Will Uncle Jiang hold my neck again?"

Jiang Xun's heart felt as if someone had punched him hard, "No."

Qin Nian raised his little finger, "Pull the hook."

Seeing that Jiang Xun hooked it, he specially stamped it, and said in a childish voice, "The hook cannot be changed for 100 years after being hanged."

"constant."

After the words fell to the ground, Qin Nian stretched out his hand to caress the center of Jiang Xun's frowning brows, seeming to smooth it over and over again.

"Uncle Jiang, don't be sad in the future. Dad will be unhappy if you are sad."

[The author has something to say]: It's ending!

Thanks to the famous dry rice master Huazhen for the Nautilus*1

Thanks to the trilobite who picked up the orange peel*1

Thanks to the trilobites rewarded at the end of Daydream*1

Thank you for the trilobites who whistled and walked slowly*1