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Lin Lian originally thought that Jiang Cun had learned badly from him and obtained the advanced skill "Spoken Talk", but in fact Jiang Cun just really wanted to eat sweets, and he didn't seem to be half-knowledgeable.

Holding the sugar painting with the words "Lin Lian" stuck on it, he bit it seriously.

Generally speaking, most of the people who sell these things are middle-aged or elderly people, and few children come out to do these things, but this little girl looks like she is only fifteen or sixteen years old, with two balls tied in her head. It's not too cold, and I shiver just looking at that short skirt.

But the technique of painting sugar is very good, not unfamiliar at all, it looks like it has been practiced for decades.

Her smile seemed to be cuter than candy, and she sweetly said thank you to the people who bought the candy. I don't know if it was because of this, but there were quite a lot of people queuing in front of her stall.

What's more interesting is that a boy of similar age was sitting next to her, with a complete explanation of Wang Houxiong's textbook spread out on his lap, staring at the titles in the book with all his attention. Occasionally, the girl turned around and said a few witty words to him, and he only responded lightly. shallow smile.

The sour smell of love is everywhere... the sweet smell.

Jiang Cun was quite dumbfounded, eating candy is eating candy, ignoring that his boyfriend waited in line for so long to get this hard-won "Lin Lian".I don't know whether to describe him as simple or scheming. He knew that Lin Lian would not let it go when he encountered such a situation, but he still couldn't see the angry Lin Lian, who was so focused that he only had his own sugar in his eyes.

"Give it back to me." Lin Lian snatched the candy from Jiang Cun's hand, narrowed his eyes childishly, with a dangerous expression on his face.

"If you want to eat, I'll buy you another one."

——What should I do if my boyfriend’s EQ is too low?Can the country change the allocation of packages?

Lin Lian intentionally licked the place where Jiang Cun gnawed, and showed Jiang Cun with a lot of movement: "The little girls are gone, where did you buy them?"

"Go to your heart."

Lin Lian said that he could immediately perform an explosion in place.

A heart attack.

When Jiang Cun said that, his face suddenly turned red, his lips were pursed and curled into an inconspicuous arc, his dark eyes stared at Lin Lian, and the translucent sunlight spared no effort to hit his face, creating a glare.

"You said my boyfriend, why is he so good-looking."

Lin Lian couldn't bear it anymore, walked over and hugged Jiang Cun tightly, and kissed Jiang Cun on the mouth without saying a word.

Shameless, not ashamed.

接着将已经看不出来字样的糖画递给江存，极度欠揍地舔了舔嘴唇：“挺甜的，你觉得呢？”

"I think..." Jiang Cun softly buried his head into the brim of Lin Lian's furry down jacket to cover his feverish cheeks, "You are sweeter."

Lin Lian has heard countless sentences like this, and he can come up with them at his fingertips, but why do they feel so different when they come from Jiang Cun's mouth?

Boyfriend filter or something, really enough.

But Lin Lian's good luck seems to have been used up. When he was about to buy a ticket, he found that the park was not open at all. There was a sign "under rectification, temporarily closed" hanging in front of him. He sat on the bench a little depressed, not knowing what to do .

This small county is too small and too backward to answer questions such as "what fun places do you have here", and there are no attractions "specially designed to trap outsiders". He can't even remember how he spent those boring days in the past Jiang Cunneng didn't have much time to stay here, Lin Lian just wanted to share some interesting things with him, but he always ran into a wall unexpectedly.

He wanted to occupy a bit more space in his memory, but he didn't want to be in such a helpless situation every time.

"Brother Lian, you don't have to be sad... as long as I can hold your hand, that's fine."

Jiang Cun wasn't trying to comfort him, he was just speaking his mind.He doesn't care about the life of the rich, the drunk, the lights, and the green, and he doesn't care about the social networking with many friends. His world is very simple, only divided into two frames of "like" and "dislike", and in the column of "like", only Two options.

One is painting, and the other is Lin Lian.

If possible, he didn't mind just sitting like this for an afternoon, relaxing and taking a nap for himself, and holding his boyfriend's hand tightly.

They wandered aimlessly for an unknown amount of time. Lin Lian suddenly pointed at a small shop and opened his eyes: "Jiang Cun, go eat Guokui, you have never eaten such delicious food."

That unremarkable shop is at the back of the business district, and the surrounding shops sell snacks, but the queue in front of this shop is the longest. It is just after three o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still many people waiting for food out of the oven.

At that time, children always seemed to be forced by adults to learn all kinds of things, to participate in countless interest classes, and to be full on weekends.Lin Lian was no exception. His grades in elementary school were not good, and he was on the way to tutoring every day. He wanted to skip class very much.

But in the heart of the child, the words of the parents and teachers are the imperial decree, so he only dared to dawdle on the road and step into the gate of the Youth Palace.

And this breakfast shop at the back of the business district was his only consolation after he drowned in the Olympiad Ocean and was salvaged.

Some people even describe the pot helmet here as the best pot helmet in the city.

This store has been around since he was in kindergarten. At that time, he was always clamoring for his mother and father to bring him to eat. The surrounding "Xueyun Baodian" and "Zhang'er Chaoshou" had already closed their stores. It's open now.

Pick up the plastic bag containing the pancakes, hold a small piece of oiled paper between your thumb and forefinger, pick up the pancakes, the temperature is quite hot, exuding attractive white smoke in winter, bite it down, the skin is crisp Yes, the noodles are soft, the amount of meat is just right, fat but not greasy; because it is too hot, I can only take a small bite at a time, and then chew slowly.

"It's so delicious. Its taste hasn't changed for so many years." Lin Lian still had a small mouthful of pancake stuffed in his mouth, speaking vaguely, "Only this family makes pancakes that are absolutely not oily and very delicious. "

Seeing his satisfied expression, Jiang Cun took a bite, shook his burned finger, and smiled at Lin Lian.Originally thought that Lin Lian was bragging because he liked the taste of this cake, but he didn't expect that his evaluation was really not too much.

It's even... worse.

Obviously selling things is selling things, but when eating pancakes, there is really an inexplicable taste of home, very warm, and I want people to eat another one, just for liking, not for satiety.

"This is really delicious..."

Jiang Cun chewed slowly. Eating was more elegant. Lin Lian finished the thing in his hand in three or two mouthfuls, and sighed with emotion: "Of course, who are you, brother Lian, I really want to eat another one."

"I have some change, can I still buy it?"

Lin Lian shook his head, then looked at Jiang Cun intently.

"If you eat it again, you will get tired of it. No matter what it is, you can't be greedy because of desire. You must always keep it in mind, otherwise the next time you eat it, it won't be so delicious."

He has always believed that the best attitude towards anything should be four words—never forgetting, always remembering its taste, and always keeping it in mind.There are many things he likes to eat, but none of them are delicate things, such as the cold potato chips made by his mother, braised pork with soybeans, mung bean soup and white fungus soup. The taste of those things in his memory is more delicious than delicacies from mountains and seas, but now he eats them again, but I can't find that feeling anymore.

Especially when his mother made him braised pork every day during a certain summer vacation at home, as if to make up for him, he almost vomited.

Things are different, people are different, times have changed, it is too cruel words.

But he firmly believes that there are many things that will make him feel bored, but no matter what, the most important position in his heart must be Jiang Cun, and he will not tire of him.

Many inexplicable dialogues have been compiled in textbooks for students to learn, but the phrase "howtimeflies" is immortal.The dead are like a husband, Jiang Cun will go to training again in a blink of an eye, and Lin Lian will also go back to school to join the lavish army of make-up lessons.

The tutoring alone almost occupied the entire winter vacation, and only a few days during the Chinese New Year can let everyone rest.When they returned to the classroom, everyone was obviously tired, unwilling to leave the warm quilt and indulge in the indulgence of the previous few days.

In the past, Lin Lian basically just passed by, but now he is a person who has set goals. During class, his spine is straight and his expression is focused, and his eyes are so hot that he almost pokes a hole in the blackboard.

His enthusiasm for learning is unprecedented.

While reading by himself, he also helped Jiang Cun to make key notes after class, and wrote them neatly in a newly bought notebook. It was so precious that no one was allowed to touch it; and the consequence of serious writing was that Lin Lian was unexpectedly caught by the teacher. Praise, it's still the history teacher who had a feud with him before - he has forgotten the previous unpleasantness, and said earnestly: "You are a small county, you can still produce talents, so you still have to write well, you see , doesn't this look comfortable?"

Strange to say, Mr. Zhan only served as a substitute for half a month, and fought wits with a class of classmates for two weeks. After he stopped attending classes, he worked as the grade director at the school, and the relationship with the classmates eased.He is just too impatient and doesn't know how to communicate with students. Although he is good at class, he will always be the "most hated teacher" in the hearts of students.

And after he left class one, he listened carefully to the students' opinions. Although the mantra may not be changed, he has become a little more approachable. When he meets students, everyone smiles and calls "Brother Zhan" , as if they were really in a ball.

Teacher Zhan is a good teacher, and he also explained why he said "you are a small county" - he just wanted to use this to stimulate the students to work hard, get into a good university, and see farther away; but he didn't control Haodu, originally a good intention, turned into a malicious ridicule when he said it.

And now "Your small county" has become a meme in the first class, and occasionally it comes out of the mouth with a tacit smile.

Lin Lian couldn't judge whether his approach was useful. It might motivate some students to be self-motivated, and it might make more students lack self-confidence.But there is no doubt that this can easily lead to an extreme mentality and distort the source of learning motivation.

Whether it is self-abased or conceited, a person's bearing and mind have nothing to do with his environment. To be a human being is to think highly of yourself first, fight for the rights you deserve, and respect others.

During the make-up class period, the management is relatively loose, and self-study is over at nine o'clock in the evening. Lin Lian has given up his mobile phone since he really wanted to work hard. He only sends harassing messages to Jiang Cunfa after class. The two encourage each other and say good night. .

Lin Lian had been sending him WeChat messages all the time, but suddenly remembered that he had not let Jiang Cun keep it since he changed his mobile phone number, and now suddenly there is another entertainment pastime-sending text messages.

I broke my mobile phone before, and replaced it with a new one, and got a new card. I still use the old card for making calls. Only Wen Mingche knows the new number, and I have been forgetting to tell Jiang Cun.

Usually, they are very busy with their studies, and the most frequently spoken words between the two of them are "Come on—Come on boyfriend—Good night, love you—Good night."

If you don't go to Fang Jiewa for three days, you describe Lin Lian's type.

Childish and cute.

But when he sent the short message, he automatically ignored the fact that "Jiang Cun didn't save my new mobile phone number", and what was conveyed from behind the screen every day was a blockbuster yearning.

Jiang Cun never replied, because in his heart, the mobile phone is really just a decoration. Apart from answering the phone and chatting with Lin Lian, he does nothing, and never clicks on unread messages or missed calls. Is a Buddhist mobile phone holder.

And Lin Lian usually uses WeChat to talk to him, which is called convenient for recalling the chat records when he can't see him, but in fact, he wants to listen to Jiang Cun's voice and video messages to him.

So a very embarrassing scene happened. His mobile phone was placed on the table and was seen by passing classmates. He subconsciously stared at the content on the screen and read it directly.

Public execution.