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"Hello, boyfriend." Jiang Cun smiled.

"Come on, go get some chips. You've lost weight and you're eating junk food."

After confirming the relationship, Lin Lian began to release his nature. Not only did he have to hold other people's hands, he also had to eat other people's tofu from time to time, pinch his face, pull his waist, touch his butt... Jiang Cun has a thin skin and is embarrassed to be on the street It was really embarrassing to be caught by Lin Lian while his hands were still hanging in the air for doing such a small trick.

Lin Lian looked at him blushing and shriveled, and felt even happier. He smiled brightly, and there were many passers-by who turned their heads frequently.

I don't know who sniffed at the junk food just now, ran to the supermarket and stuffed a cart with the things he chose, and even picked half a watermelon in, Jiang Cun watched Lin Lian pushing the cart around the supermarket Wandering around, I suddenly felt that my boyfriend's mental age might only be three years old.

interested in everything.

There are actually very few things to do in a small county town. There is a park where the square dance mode will start at [-] pm. There is a small skating rink full of social people and elementary school students. There are dessert shops and seafood shops opening up one after another. Currently only a small number of cafes are tenaciously surviving.

Therefore, most people generally choose to hang out on Binjiang Road.

In summer, the water is shallow, and many people go to the river to bathe, fish and swim. The water recedes to reveal a large lawn, and some people sit there to have a picnic and take pictures.

The two of them still went to Binjiang Road, found a place with few people, and started eating junk food.

"Jiang Cun, do you think I am ashamed when I go to the supermarket?"

"It's a little bit," Jiang Cun tore open the bag of potato chips, "In other people's eyes, you may be a handsome guy with long legs, leisurely pushing the cart to buy things, maybe you will even praise in your heart... But I think You seem to like shopping in the supermarket, and it's easy to tell if you like something or not."

Lin Lian smiled, and shamelessly leaned over to grab the potato chips from Jiang Cun's hand: "I found out that you talk a lot, boyfriend... You told me something about you last time here, In exchange, I'll give you a bad one too."

"I won't feel sorry for the person who snatches my potato chips, but I may hold you and cry."

"Tsk, glib... When I was young, I didn't go to the supermarket very much. I lived and studied all the time. My parents always quarreled when I came home at the end of the semester. I had no money at that time, but I liked drinking Coke, so I often went to the supermarket," he said. He paused, closed his eyes, and seemed to recall the scene when he was a child, "I saw a lot of people, a family of three, pushing a car around, taking whatever they wanted, adults forbidding children to eat too much junk food, But as long as the children act coquettishly and pretend to cry, their hearts soften."

"Really, I was shocked at that time. I always thought that the way of getting along with parents all over the world is like my parents, quarrel, cold war, quarrel, cold war, endless loop. When I was in elementary school, my grades were not good and I loved to fight. I was often beaten..."

So when his mother cried again when she saw his report card, got angry and smashed things, he cried too.

He said: "Mom, I was wrong. I will definitely pass the exam next time. Don't be angry."

Then his mother slammed the door out, and he and his father stayed in the living room, smoking second-hand smoke in silence.

His grades in the final exam of the next semester were very good, and he got No.2 in the class all of a sudden, and he went home with the certificate and the little red flower in high spirits. When he found that his parents were still arguing, he cried "wow" again .

He is too young to understand many things, but the ferocious expressions of his parents are really scary to him.

Relatives at home often ask him: "Xiao Lian, do you like mom more or dad?"

When I was in kindergarten, I answered that I liked them all, when I was in second grade, I was silent, and when I was in fourth grade, I answered "I like my mother more".

The relatives smiled and asked why, but he didn't answer again.

why.

Because he gradually understood the content of the cold war between the two.

Nothing more than one word, money.

A violent mother and a cowardly father.

He used to cry secretly under the quilt, and kept repeating "It would be great if I hadn't been born". He didn't understand why kind people are always bullied.

So in another dinner quarrel, he stood up like a hero who defied death, his voice very soft, facing all the relatives on Dad's side.

He didn't know who gave him courage.

He didn't know that he could speak in such an annoying tone.

"Before you come back to eat next time, remember to bring your conscience first, otherwise you may suffer retribution when you go to hell."

Before his father's slap came over, what he thought in his heart was: Mom, I will say what you dare not say directly.Anyway, I'm a child, and I'm not afraid of childish speech, right?

He thinks about getting his parents to divorce all the time. When the two of them quarrel upside down, he hopes that the two of them can fight.

When we fight, it's better to beat me to death, it's better to beat me to death together, won't everyone be freed in this way?

During the winter and summer vacations, they only came back to live for a day or two, and then left in a hurry.

After the third grade, even during Chinese New Year, he stayed at home alone, watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV in a daze.

When did they stop arguing, Lin Lian had no idea.

When his mother came to see if he kicked the quilt at night, he heard her sigh, "If it wasn't for you, we would have divorced long ago."

Lin Lian stubbornly believed that his mother loved him, and his father loved him too, but the two did not love each other.

He doesn't care that his parents need to go to other places to work to earn money, just like tens of thousands of ordinary people struggling to survive, and he doesn't mind taking back the apologetic, a lot of money every month pocket money.

No one has ever understood Lin Lian. He just wanted to be like the most ordinary child, holding the hand of his parents and shopping in the supermarket together.

Ask for nothing else.

"It's over, don't you feel sorry for your handsome Lin?"

Jiang Cun looked seriously at him who was pretending to be relaxed: "If you want to go to the supermarket in the future, I will accompany you. I may quarrel with you, but I will not fight with you. I will fight more than anyone else in the world." I like you, unless you want to leave me alone. The premise is that when we are too old to walk, the person next to you will still be me."

"It's really sensational, come and give Brother Lian a kiss." Lin Lian's eyes were red, and he smiled, showing eight teeth in a standard way. "The top students of Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts will be waiting for me then!"

"How did you know that I was going to be admitted to Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts?"

"It's a secret."

Lin Lian was a rascal, so Jiang Cun had no choice but to follow him: "Okay, let's not talk about it, do you want to eat watermelon? There are two yuan left."

"I can't eat, I'm too full, you think everyone is like a pig like you."

"Just stop...do you want to eat only the sweetest bit?"

After a long time, when Lin Lian recalled this incident, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"My parents never told me that, so I felt depressed. I asked myself why I like him, and what came to my mind was that summer, or autumn, when I ate watermelon. Jiang Cun asked me if I wanted to eat watermelon. Eat the sweetest part."

"At that time, I felt that my whole life might be planted in his heart."

"You feed me."

When did Jiang Cun stand this kind of teasing?Even though he was used to seeing Lin Lian's faceless face, he still blushed, took a bite of watermelon, and lightly pecked Lin Lian's mouth like a bird, then turned his head with flushed cheeks, and muttered softly: " Brother Lian, I can't do it."

Lin Lian liked Jiang Cun's appearance more and more, and that seemingly unintentional low-pitched complaint hit his heart even more. Jiang Cun's lips and white shirt were stained red by watermelon juice, and he suddenly had another brainstorm , leaned over and took a big bite on the watermelon, chewed it quickly, and immediately unscrewed the cap of the soda bottle, took a big sip, then held Jiang Cun's face in both hands, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Brother Lian needs to teach you what kissing is."

17 years old, the nominal autumn, the temperature is still very high.

Here they are kissing.

The sky was a clean blue, cloudless, and the water droplets on the grass blades beside me reflected a thin rainbow.

The wind was dry, with the coolness unique to the river, and the hair of the two of them trembled slightly.

The first kiss was the taste of watermelon mixed with strawberry soda.

Sweet, cool, bursting bubbles.

"I kissed you, and you will be mine from now on."

Lin Lian licked his lips, not knowing when his face also started to have a fever.

Dizzy, is the temperature of a person in love.

"You're such a rascal."

"So what?" Lin Lian raised his eyebrows and took another sip of soda, "I'm only playing hooligans with you."

Jiang Cun only rested for one weekend, and then went back to the studio for training.

The new studio he was looking for was in the main city. When Lin Lian asked him why he didn't stay here, he seemed to think of something suddenly and chuckled.

"Brother Lian, if I stay in the local area, I won't be able to continue painting. They are all nice and enthusiastic, and the teachers' teaching quality is very high, and they don't put on airs." He looked up, "I want to go to a place where no one knows. Place, concentrate on training. And... you are here, I'm afraid I can't help but go find you..."

In fact, the teacher now advised him to go to the main city to find a good studio, saying that he would be reckless if he stayed here, so he contacted his old classmate and said hello, so Jiang Cun had the opportunity to go to the studio where almost all art students Longing for the studio to learn painting.

"My boyfriend is amazing! The last sentence is the key point, right?" Lin Lian was quite happy, but he was dissatisfied that he had to wait a long time to see Jiang Cun.

How can the feeling of chatting online be the same as holding hands in reality.

"Brother Lian, I want to take the Qingmei exam."

He knew what Jiang Cun meant, and raised the papers and reference books in his hand: "If you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth when you are young, where will you go crazy in the future? Just wait, brother Lian is number one in the world!"

Jiang Cun is really relieved now. He has always known that Lin Lian's grades are good, and he actually feels wronged by studying here. He goes out to play.If he can be in the top 985 of his grade, 211 and [-] must be chosen randomly.

But why don't people who can touch the sun try to fly farther?

Nobody wants geniuses to fall.

"As the number one boyfriend in the world, I'm quite terrified."

Jiang Cun laughed.

At that moment, everything around him seemed to lose its color, and all Lin Lian could see was his smile.

"I won't see you off, I'll go back and do the quizzes."

He took the materials and walked towards the distance step by step without looking back.

The days of studying the questions are actually quite difficult, and the second is not being able to solve the questions. What is even more uncomfortable is sitting at the table like a machine every day, writing papers motionlessly and numbly.

Lin Lian had no goals before. Apart from being able to get a scholarship, he didn't have high requirements for himself. He would definitely complete his homework during the class and not bring it back to the dormitory. He had enough sleep, and occasionally stayed up late just to play games and read idle books.

He may be the person who "doesn't have to study hard to get a high score" in the eyes of others, but he knows very well that the purpose of doing this is to escape the pressure of study. It may be too much progress, it is better to muddle through, anyway, the heavy capital will definitely be able to pay.

Everyone is working hard.

He wanted to be that kind of guy too, but he wasn't.

The note "Entered in the top ten of the grade" was pasted on the table. When Wen Mingche knew it, he was quite surprised: "Brother Lian, you changed your style, why did you start working hard? This word... doesn't look like your original work?"

Jiang Cun's handwriting is square and upright, and the writing is very neat. His English composition can be copied directly as a copybook. Lin Lian's handwriting is more generous. He has never practiced calligraphy, but he has his own style. He wrote with a pen - writing a love letter on behalf of him. It turned out that the girl was Lin Lian's little fan girl. The confession failed, but the letter was treasured.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is what my boyfriend wrote for me, isn't it pretty?"

"Stop embarrassing, I will ask my girlfriend to write one for me later."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Where do you want to take the test?"

——Ask out at the same time.

"Peking University."

"Fudan."

— answer at the same time.

When Lin Lian answered, Jiang Cun's face appeared in his mind, and he smiled brightly: "My boyfriend wants to take the Qingmei exam, isn't he awesome?"