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"Jiang Cun, you're fucking promising!" Jiang Pingguang punched again, before his hand touched Jiang Cun's face, he stopped in mid-air, squatted down in pain, and cursed.

Jiang Cun raised his leg and kicked him hard in the crotch.

Jiang Cun sneered in his heart, looked at him indifferently, grabbed Jiang Pingguang's sleeve as he did just now, and punched him hard in the stomach.

In just ten seconds, Lin Lian never thought that Jiang Pingguang, an idiot, would run out. Jiang Cun shook his head at him, but he didn't want to let it go.

It's really not elegant to fight with people in public. Lin Lian helped the boss clean up the booth. Seeing Jiang Pingguang come over like a madman, he pressed his shoulder and slapped him with his hand. He fell over his shoulder, and Jiang Pingguang lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

I understand the reason why you don't hit someone in the face.

He slapped it down with one palm, just to wake up Jiang Pingguang and relieve his anger by the way.

It's a pity that I haven't learned Taekwondo for a few years, and this fall is not enough. If it was him three years ago, he would have to press Jiang Pingguang to the ground and hammer it.

Lin Lian rubbed Jiang Cun's stomach distressedly, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Jiang Cun shook his head and stared closely at Jiang Pingguang. If eyes could kill, Jiang Pingguang's head would have been wrung off and twisted into twists.

Arrogant, arrogant, and reckless, Lin Lian seemed to have become a high school student who gave the teacher a headache again. He squatted down and smiled at Jiang Pingguang: "Have you played enough? Can you get out?"

Jiang Pingguang was resentful in his heart. The last time he made such a fuss at the police station, his drug use was exposed again. He was sent to the drug rehabilitation center and tortured for several months before he was released. Finally, he found out where Jiang Cun went. Let's see the two of them I come to visit Binjiang Road every day, and when I have settled down, I go up to threaten Jiang Cun, but I don't know that I have already contracted a strange disease, and my health is getting worse every day, so I can't steal a chicken and lose money.

He has no source of income, and when he came to Chuzhou these days, he picked up food that others didn't want, didn't change his clothes, and slept in the open all day long, let alone washing his face and brushing his teeth. There was a disgusting smell all over his body.

"Haha, I won't live long anyway, so it's better to let you be buried together." Jiang Pingguang lingered.

"Still buried with you? Are you fucking out of your mind?"

Lin Lian didn't even want to look at him, and cupped his fists, just wanting to see what kind of trouble he could make.

Seeing that Jiang Pingguang had stood up, the boss quickly went up and tugged at his sleeve. He seemed to feel too disgusted, so he immediately withdrew his hand, still trembling, and said, "Brother, I...you give me a piece of cake. If the stall is like this, how can I do business?"

"You still want me to compensate you?"

"You did it, who will pay if you don't pay?"

The tense atmosphere suddenly rose, the boss frowned, and was still ready to persuade others; the surrounding spectators also booed, "That's right, you did it all, you should pay for it!"

"I'll pay your mother!"

The persimmon was pinched softly, Jiang Ping looked at the boss who was weak and weak, he must be a master who could be knocked down in two or three strokes, but he didn't expect that the uppercut hadn't been thrown yet, and he felt dizzy and his mind was buzzing There was a sound, and there was a pain in the ribs, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn, dare to come to Lao Tzu's place to act wild?"

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the boss's beautiful attacking posture, completely unexpected that the owner of a small vendor could have such a skill.

In the distance, a woman ran over on high heels, took out a wet tissue from her bag and wiped his sweat, and said in a worried tone, "Husband, what's wrong?"

He took out his mobile phone and seemed to be sending text messages. After a while, several strong men with big arms and round waists rushed over, each with big flower tattoos on their arms, exuding a strong social atmosphere.

"Brother, is this rubbish?"

The boss nodded, and affectionately tied the woman's hair into a ponytail: "Honey, the stall is closed today, I'll go home and make fish heads with chopped peppers for you to eat."

Lin Lian held Jiang Cun's hand and stood aside. The normally kind and friendly boss uncle put away his fierce look, smiled at Lin Lian, and started to clean up the mess with his brothers, leaving the surroundings to watch the good show. People, drifting away.

Jiang Pingguang was also dragged away by them, without any strength to resist.

The master may be among the people.

Many passers-by around began to imagine the story of this boss—the middle-aged man who can freely switch between the identity of the balloon stand owner and the big brother of the society seems to be really imaginative.

Jiang Cun's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he calmed down slowly just now, leaning his head on Lin Lian's shoulder: "I will never see him again."

Others are living a happy life, but this idiot Jiang Pingguang wants to step in and muddy the water in the whole pond, which is really disgusting.

"Baby, no one can hurt you anymore, no more."

"Jiang Pingguang never hurt me," Jiang Cun said softly, "He doesn't deserve it."

Regardless of family affection or love, in the game of love, whoever moves his heart first loses.

And often the more affectionate you are, the deeper you are hurt.

Jiang Cun may have loved Jiang Pingguang - at the age of three, or at the age of four?

Those pitiful warmths also faded with time, and Jiang Pingguang's crazy look gave it a fatal blow, becoming shattered and wiped out.

The pain in the place where he was beaten has long since disappeared, but his heart is still suffocated, and he doesn't know who he is making trouble with.

His mind was full of slow replays of Jiang Pingguang's movements, rushing over, grabbing himself, shaking his fist, and showing a ferocious expression.

Jiang Pingguang is not a fucking human being.

When he was dragged away, Jiang Pingguang was still swearing at the street, pouring out a stream of obscenities that he didn't know where he learned from. People around him just shook their heads when they heard it. They had never seen such a low-quality person.

He watched Jiang Pingguang disappear into the horizon, heaved a sigh of relief, probably really let go.

No one can choose their parents. Jiang Cun once cut his fingers by thorns, entangled his ankles with water plants, and ran endlessly at night but could not find the light anyway.

But after all, that's all "once".

The tears that have been shed and the injuries that have been suffered do not need to be repeated in the future.

It's over, it's all over.

Jiang Cun said to himself in his heart.

The two of them were silently blowing the river breeze, and the good mood of the day was gone. They walked slowly with their own thoughts, until it was completely dark, and they were all ready to go home. Lin Lian suddenly stopped and said solemnly. Say to Jiang Cun——

"Lin Lian will always love Jiang Cun in his whole life."

On a summer night, the cool wind blows by, and the old man sitting beside the stone steps to enjoy the shade shakes his cattail fan, and the sound of allegro running water from the loudspeaker becomes their background music.

very nice.

Jiang Cun returned a gentle hug, only feeling his heart beating faster and faster.

He will never be lonely again.

Tear off this test paper full of red crosses, tomorrow is a new day.

Before preparing for the college entrance examination, the two didn't go out to play on Jiang Cun's birthday. They simply ate a small cake and it was over. Lin Lian's birthday was on August 8, and Jiang Cun thought about preparing a special birthday present for him.

Jiang Cun knew that Lin Lian only wanted love, and you would definitely make him happier if you played him a song and recorded a video with a guitar than a gift of hundreds of dollars.

The glue painting that Lin Lian gave him has been placed on the table, and you can see it when you look up; it is getting closer and closer to No.19, and he doesn't know if his gift can be delivered to him on time.

He clicked on a certain folder in the computer, counted the number of pictures, and then opened the drawing software to start drawing.

He didn't accept the manuscript for the whole month of August, and kept drawing non-stop in front of the computer. Out of respect, Lin Lian asked him if he could watch it but he refused, so he never peeped at his computer screen, not knowing what he was drawing. What.

Just a few days before his birthday, he was going to go out with his parents to visit relatives, and he came back on NO.18. Jiang Cun wanted to take advantage of this time to finish the matter at hand quickly.

The live broadcast continued, and the bullet screens still praised Jiang Cun tirelessly every day, and fewer and fewer people asked about "that little brother" and gradually disappeared.

He didn't complete the task until the morning of NO.18. He took the USB flash drive and found a photocopying shop around, and carefully sealed the gift with pink wrapping paper, took it home, and waited for Lin Grab a surprise.

The owner of the copy shop is a young man, no more than 30 years old. When he saw the pieces of paper printed out from the machine, he felt a little emotional: "This paper is not cheap, you guys are quite romantic."

Jiang Cun responded embarrassingly, and stayed in the copy shop to watch the boss skillfully cut, sorted, and bound the paper. Not long after, he handed the thick notebook to Jiang Cun, with a slightly envious tone: "The typesetting is very beautiful. Your friend is so happy."

"Thank you." He took the beautifully made paper bag, and his steps became brisk.

NO.18 Lin Lian just got home in the evening, and ran to Jiang Cun’s house after dinner. Lin Jianshu laughed at his son’s old age and couldn’t keep him anymore. He bared his teeth and walked away with the gadgets he brought back from his relatives. Ran.

Knocking on the door sounded like ghosts, just as Jiang Cun opened the door with a small gap, he saw something fly into the room, and then Lin Lian threw himself on him, hugging him tightly: "Honey, I'm back!"

Lin Lian happily picked up the bag that had been thrown on the ground, took out things one by one from inside, and put them on the bed: "This, it seems to be the out-of-print art book you mentioned last time, when I was visiting a bookstore I saw it, I shouldn’t have bought it wrong, right? And this one, don’t you think it’s so cute? When I saw it, I thought it looked so much like you, with the same expression..."

"I'm not facial paralyzed," Jiang Cun reluctantly picked up the little wooden doll, which was quite delicate, "Brother Lian, you're so noisy."

"There is another one. Yours is Jiang Xiaocun, and mine is Lin Xiaolian." Lin Lian lifted up another wooden figure, bumped into the one in Jiang Cun's hand arrogantly, and laughed flamboyantly.

Jiang Cun looked at it carefully and said, "Jiang Xiaocun looks better."

Lin Lian gave him a white look and asked, "Why aren't you drawing today?"

"I wanted to draw." Jiang Cun suddenly stretched out his hand, and his cold fingertips touched Lin Lian's forehead, making him feel uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"baby what are you doing?"

Jiang Cun's tone showed [-]% seriousness: "Let me see if you have a fever."

"You are enough!"

Lin Lian grabbed Jiang Cun's wrist, burst into laughter, threw him onto the bed, imprisoned him with his legs, and kept scratching his itchy flesh with his fingers. Get lost, like a cat snatching food, very naive; for a moment, Jiang Cun suddenly returned to his expressionless state, staring at Lin Lian with amber-like eyes, Lin Lian was stunned, and saw him suddenly pulling from behind. He took out a pillow and slammed it hard on Lin Lian's face, both of them laughed happily.

"Fuck baby, are you crazy?"

"You hit me first."

"Still complaining to the teacher? Are you ashamed?"

"I learn it from you."

After arguing for a while, both of them were tired, lying on the soft quilt, slowly melting into marshmallows like a ball of butter, Jiang Cun lay on his side, looking at Lin Lian motionlessly, looking at him Closing her eyes, she said a little tiredly: "Honey, I'll sleep for a while, call me later."

It is conservatively estimated that in less than ten seconds, Lin Lian's breathing became even, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Jiang Cun yelled "Brother Lian" several times and he didn't answer, for fear that he would catch a cold, so he just got out of bed and was about to cover him with the quilt, when he saw Lin Lian turned over skillfully and wrapped the quilt into his arms , No matter how you pull it, you can't pull it out.

"Brother Lian, are you really asleep?"

Still no one answered him.

After robbing the quilt to no avail, Jiang Cun was reluctant to wake him up, so he took out a book to pass the time, and waited for him to wake up naturally.

The books are of course Lin Lian's. Since he started living here in Jiang Cun, he has taken his books to Jiang Cun's house one by one like a little ant moving house. Thinking of it came in handy at this time.

Li Bihua's "Dumplings", Jiang Cun felt nauseous just after reading the first chapter, his stomach was overwhelmed, he closed the book and asked himself why he chose this one that would make him physically uncomfortable.

In the past, no matter how serious the illness was, Jiang Cun never really thought about dying, because he was afraid of pain, and he couldn't find any way to commit suicide that he could accept; whether it was reading novels or watching movies, he couldn't accept it the most. The picture is fighting and killing people. He can transfer almost all the pain he sees to himself, which is really incredible.

Putting the book back on the table, he remembered that the album of paintings that Lin Lian had given him hadn't been opened yet, so he admired the paintings with great interest, suppressing the nausea.

He usually has a regular schedule, and he usually goes to bed at [-] o'clock after the holiday. It was late at night, and his biological clock vaguely reminded him that it was time to go to bed. He wanted to wait for Lin Lian to "wake up after a short nap." , holding the album and squinting on the chair.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already three o'clock in the morning——Jiang Cun slid off the chair, knocked the chair half a meter away, and the stabbing sound was like a needle stabbing their brains , Jiang Cun rolled soberly, Lin Lian was still half asleep and said "stop making trouble".

Originally, I wanted to sing birthday song to Lin Lian just before midnight, but I missed it.

The paper bag was still on the bedside table, the cake was still lying in the refrigerator, and all the planned things were driven away by drowsiness, which was a bit of a disappointment.

The cake was made by Jiang Cun himself. He and the lady in the cake shop squeezed out several flowers to outline a circle of beautiful pink roses. The white cream was covered with some edible pearls. It cost tens of dollars a piece. He also bought a box of strawberries and cherries without hesitation, and served them with mint leaves, which was very refreshing.

After sleeping for a few hours and then waking up, Jiang Cun was not tired at this time. He took out the paper bag from the bedside table and stared at it ecstatically. He just kept looking at it without thinking about anything.

"baby?"

Lin Lian yawned, and fell into a dreamy sleep. Just as he opened it, he saw Jiang Cun sitting by the bed holding something.

"Brother Lian, happy birthday."

Jiang Cun evoked a shallow smile at him, and handed over the paper bag in his hand.

The Lin family had never paid much attention to birthdays. Lin Lian suddenly realized what Jiang Cun said, and he lost all drowsiness. He was very touched, but he didn't know how to express it. After holding back for a long time, he only uttered an inexplicable sentence: "I... Damn it, I'm getting old."

"It was made impromptu and crudely made. If you don't like it...then there's nothing you can do about it."

When Jiang Cun was in junior high school, he bought the paper bag from a small stall in front of the school. The engraved patterns and textures were very beautiful. It was as beautiful as paper-cutting. Even though he knew it was useless, he stubbornly took it home. .One is blue with large birds and oceans, the other is pink with peach blossoms and bright moon, and the blue one was accidentally damaged when cleaning the house, and he felt distressed for a long time.

"Badly made? You'd be less humble baby, I can guess how long it took you to prepare it."

Untiing the ribbon tied into a bow, Lin Lian suddenly remembered that he should take a photo of Wen Mingche to show off—look, my boyfriend's taste is much better than your glass brick, right?

"It's okay, you can take pictures later." Looking at Lin Lian's vivid and unpredictable expression, Jiang Cun felt a little helpless.

Carefully unfolding the wrapping paper, what came into view was a pure white cover with two rows of gilded block letters on it - "Jiang Cun has a diary named Lin Lian".

At the bottom, there is a row of small black characters in Song Dynasty, which reads, "It's considered a lifetime of liver and gallbladder, because people are always hot."

Lin Lian felt the tip of his nose sore, and quickly made a fake joke: "You are quite educated, baby."

"Copied from the junior high school textbook, I'll accept it."

Turning to the first page, there are words written by Jiang Cun to him.

It is said that his writing is like a person's writing, and Jiang Cun is as regular as his writing. If it weren't for Lin Lian to tease cats and grass, he might have to stay in this aggrieved matte for the rest of his life and dare not go out.

"Student Lin Lian, happy birthday. Finally, I can give you this 'book' as a birthday gift. I can't say enough sensational words. I wish you a bright future and success in everything. When we grow old and have gray hair and beard, we can still Hold hands together, take a walk together; I said that if you write articles in the future, I will draw pictures for you, and it is a deal.”

Lin Lian didn't dare to look up to see Jiang Cun's expression, so he turned another page, which was part of the situation when the two met for the first time, and it was drawn into two pages of cartoons.

His flamboyant appearance was vividly portrayed by Jiang Cun, and he didn't even notice that the smile on the corner of his mouth was getting stronger and stronger.

The accompanying text on the back is a sentence that Jiang Cun once said, with slight changes, "After all, no one would have thought that the person who asked me to borrow my student ID back then has now become my boyfriend."

Turn another page, and there are two bottles of strawberry soda with water droplets on it. Turn another page, and the oil painting Jiang Cun gave Lin Lian was printed on the paper.

Lin Lian didn't dare to read any more. He already knew that Jiang Cun saw himself in this "diary". He was afraid that if he looked at it one more time, he wouldn't be able to help crying in front of Jiang Cun. Knowing that he overestimated his ability to bear, the circles of his eyes were already red, and the tears fell freely, staining the paper with water stains.

There is also a pink envelope in the notebook, which is a love letter written by Jiang Cun with his 18 years of literary skills. I've recited it countless times, and it's almost memorized.

When they were teenagers, no matter how childish the students were, they were poets, and no matter how childish their love letters were, they were all poems—after all, they were only teenagers, the most poetic age.

"Baby, why are you so... I really, really like you."

He wiped away his tears, and smiled brightly at Jiang Cun, choked with sobs and didn't know what to say.

He is just hypocritical, he is moved, and he just likes the feeling of being taken to heart by the person he likes.

No one has ever seriously recalled the things he experienced together, recorded them, and compiled them into a booklet for himself. No one has ever done such a romantic thing.

Jiang Cun helped him wipe away his tears, blushing because of Lin Lian's sudden confession, and muttered, "Anyway, it's fine if you like it."

"Baby," Lin Lian hugged him, "You are an arsonist, can you let me kiss you?"

Before he could answer, Lin Lian brushed his face like duckweed, and then held the book lovingly, staring at the white cover all the time: "This is the interest, the principal will be paid back slowly later."

"Cake? It's in the fridge."

"I took it out to take a picture, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep after eating it now."

"The flowers are a bit ugly."

"Baby, you are so ingenious, what book should I read, I don't want to read it anymore, I'm messing with Brother Cun."

Jiang Cun poked half of a butter flower with his index finger and stuffed it into Lin Lian's mouth: "You know how to talk nonsense."

"Well, this cream is delicious, like you."

He took a photo with the unattractive light. In the photo, there is a cake with half of a flower missing, the cover of the book, the ribbon and wrapping paper that have been removed, and the envelope that Lin Lian brought back. The two villains, the whole picture is full, looking very comfortable.

Turn off the lights, go to bed, sleep, no one can see clearly in the dark night, only a vague outline appears in front of my eyes.

"Good Night, Darling."

"Good night."

In fact, almost half of the blank space was left at the back of the book, all of which were used to record things after August. Jiang Cun was looking forward to the day when he finished writing this book, and he also looked forward to waiting until they were too old to walk and could read from the drawer. Pulling out a stack of notebooks, wearing reading glasses, reminiscing about my teenage years with relish.

That would be the best.