Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

Take it out and open it, it's shortbread.

Wan Xin took a piece, "Zaqing, don't go back, come home with me to celebrate the New Year."

Miao Zaiqing shook her head, sat back on the chair, and was not in a rush to pack things, it was still early.

Wan Xin stuffed the shortbread into his stomach in two or three bites, then zipped up the box, sighing silently.

In the past few days, he did not know how many invitations he had sent to Miao Zaiqing, but no matter what he said, Miao Zaiqing insisted on going home.

When he turned his head, Wan Xin became even more angry.

Yes, I ate it too.

"Pack up your things quickly."

Miao Zaiqing looked at him, his mouth was filled with shortbread, and both sides of his cheeks were distorted.

Probably because beauty is in the eye of a beholder, Wan Xin also thinks that this ghostly Miao Zaiqing has a different cuteness.

Saved my life, brother narrator.

Wan Xinsheng shook his head resignedly, opened Miao Zaiqing's cabinet, and helped him put the books into his bag.

Miao Zaiqing finished eating the shortbread, washed her hands and came back, taking the schoolbag from Wan Xin.

"Do you want to go to the supermarket and buy something to take back?"

The sound of zipping was paused for a second.

"Ah."

"Damn, still not good?"

That's what Ke Ming said when he pushed the door open.

Wan Xin didn't know if it was too late to cut off his robe and judge his righteousness.

Seriously, it's a nuisance.

Miao Zaiqing followed the two brothers home, put away their things, and then went straight to the mall.

Miao Zaiqing pushed the shopping cart and followed the two brothers aimlessly, saying that he wanted to buy something to take home, but in fact, he didn't even know what to buy.

Dad is not around, and it feels superfluous for him to buy everything by himself.

It's not that he couldn't get rid of that face and insisted on rejecting Wan Xin's invitation. It's really inappropriate to go to other people's houses during the Chinese New Year.

Moreover, this is the first year that Dad left, he must go home.

Ke Ming kept talking about how long they had been walking along the way.

Miao Zaiqing didn't know where he was talking so much.

It's not that he dislikes Ke Ming's talkativeness, on the contrary, he's quite envious.

In the end, Miao Zaiqing was carrying big and small bags.Under the watchful eyes of Wan Xin and Ke Ming, they got on the bus going home.

In the middle of the night, Ke Ming sat in the living room on the second floor of Wanxin's house, holding a mobile phone in his hand, operating it while chanting.

Wan Xin came out of the room, staring at the phone screen while walking.

After Ke Ming finished playing, he invited Wan Xin.

Wan Xin exited the chat and opened the game.

"Fuck, wait a minute."

As Ke Ming said, he was going to grab Wan Xin's cell phone.

Wan Xin quickly put it away.

"Tsk, show me."

"What's there to see."

Ke Ming didn't say anything, and made a gesture to rush over.

While talking, Wan Xin raised his hand to stop Ke Ming's attack, "What's wrong with you?"

"Your phone wallpaper?"

Wan Xin understood, "Downloaded from the Internet."

"cut."

"Whether you want to hit or not, don't hit to sleep."

Ke Ming pouted, temporarily giving up the idea of ​​finding out, "Hit."

Ke Ming forgot about this unintentional episode the next day, but when he accidentally saw it again one day, it was another scene.

New Year's Eve.

Since noon, the sound of firecrackers in Miao Zaiqing's area has not stopped.

Crackling, crackling, crackling, it's hard for people not to hear the sound.

After Miao Zaiqing had dinner on the first floor, she rode a motorcycle and went out.

It was still the top of the mountain, but it took a little more time today, because he had to take a detour to avoid the intercepted traffic police.

The snow on the top of the mountain hadn't completely melted yet, the biting cold wind howled and blew across the forest, bringing up a few drops of snow water and floating on Miao Zaiqing's face.

For the first time, he celebrated the New Year alone.

On this festive day, staying at home alone, he felt breathless in his chest.

If he didn't come out to blow some air, he felt that he would cry.

He doesn't like to cry.

Miao Zaiqing's face was so stiff from the wind that she couldn't even lift a smile.

He suddenly felt a little lonely.

How nice it would be if dad was here.

After Wan Xin had the New Year's Eve dinner with his family, he sat for a while, and after finishing the process of receiving the red envelopes, he followed his father Wan Yong back home.

In the living room, the father and son surnamed Wan sat silently at one end of the sofa, facing their mobile phones.

After half an hour.

Wan Xin received a transfer from his father.

"Thank you dad."

Wan Yong rubbed his eyebrows, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"Rest early, I'm going back to my room."

Not long after Wan Yong left, Wan Xin also turned off the light and went back to his room.

Wan Xin opened WeChat, and the interface was still a circle of friends sent by Miao Zaiqing that he had seen just now.

happy.

The picture below is a night scene photo.

Wan Xin slid back to the dialog box and sent a video directly.

It was connected there for a few seconds, and he just hung up when he saw the face.

Wan Xin continued to fight.

Miao Zaiqing clicked to hang up.

[what? ]

The first one just now was accidentally picked up when he took it out of his pocket.

Wan Xin invited him to his house more than once to celebrate the New Year, and he knew what that meant.

He didn't want Wan Xin to feel sorry for him, although it was true.

But, there you go.

No one has any self-esteem.

After chatting with Wan Xin for a while, Miao Zaiqing felt that his hands were almost numb.

After hastily sending a voice message, he rode down the mountain.

Wan Xin checked the time, and when it was almost twelve o'clock, he dialed a video for Miao Zaiqing.

This time it was connected, and the background over there should be on the bed.

"Sleep?"

"Come on, you haven't slept yet?"

"No, I won't sleep until after twelve o'clock."

The two didn't chat a few words, and it was twelve o'clock.

Wan Xin looked at the four zeros on the upper left corner of the phone, and then at the person on the screen.

"Zaiqing, Happy New Year."

Miao Zaiqing gave a shallow smile, "Happy New Year."

After saying Happy New Year, the two quickly said good night.

28, 28

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Wan Yong will be busy, and when he gets busy, it means that he has to leave home again.

Wan Xin sat in the dining room after having breakfast with his father Wan Yong.

"I'm leaving." Wan Yong said standing at the door.

Wan Xin nodded inside the door, "Well, goodbye."

Seeing Wan Yong's car go away, Wan Xin went back to the room, turned on his phone, and checked the ticket.

Full house, not a single ticket left.

He opened the taxi app again, entered the destination, and began to pack his luggage.

An hour later, there was no movement, and he went to the street again to buy something.

Before I finished shopping, I was reminded that someone would pick it up, and it showed that it was only 10 minutes before the driver arrived at his house.

Wan Xin hurriedly bought something and rushed home.

Half an hour later, Wan Xin boarded the car bound for Guanyin Town.

Originally, he thought that taking the high speed would save some time, but unexpectedly.

Wan Xin looked at the car with no end in sight on the expressway, feeling hopeless and lost the mood he had when he first got on the car.

When Miao Zaiqing stared and answered the phone, and heard Wan Xin tell him to go down and open the door, he couldn't recover for a long time.

"In Qing?"

Miao Zaiqing replied sleepily, his eyelids were heavy, and he still wanted to sleep.

"Come down and open the door, it's cold outside."

Miao Zaiqing supported the bed and sat up, after a few seconds.

"Are you downstairs?"

"Ah."

Miao stood up from the bed in a flash. He first went to the window to take a look.

Probably because he heard some movement, Wan Xin walked from under the eaves to the middle of the road.

Seeing Miao Zaiqing's head, he waved his hand.

I couldn't tell what my mood was, but Miao Zaiqing clearly felt how fast his pulse was beating.

Wan Xin was dressed in black, but his smile was extraordinarily bright, just like the sunshine in winter.

Miao Zaiqing instantly felt a warm current flow through her empty heart.

Without thinking about why Wan Xin appeared here, he turned around and ran downstairs quickly.

Wan Xin walked in with the suitcase, and saw Miao Zaiqing's attire clearly.

He also wears pajamas mostly when he is at home, but...

"not cold?"

"Ah."

Wan Xin quickened his pace.

Upstairs, Miao Zaiqing went back to her room, put on her coat, and turned on the heater placed in front of the sofa.

"How did you come?"

"have you eaten?"

Wan Xin sat on the sofa, although he was smiling, his tone was a little bit aggrieved, "No."

Miao Zaiqing went back to her room and changed out of her pajamas, then went into the kitchen to boil water, "I'm going out to buy some food, and you can drink some water when it's boiled."

Wan Xin nodded.

When Miao Zaiqing went out, Wan Xin took out a book from behind her.

"Reconciling with Childhood Trauma"

Wan Xin is no stranger to this book, because he also has a copy at home, and he went to buy it a month after visiting the bookstore with Miao Zaiqing.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with reading the book, but he just felt that something was wrong.

The title of this book is too clear at a glance, if he was to believe that Miao Zaiqing would read this kind of book for no reason, he would not believe it at all.

Wan Xin flipped through the pages casually, quickly opening and closing the pages one by one, with his fingertips resting on the folded corner of the page.

Although he had already seen it, he watched it again.

blah blah.

blah blah.

blah blah.

As the footsteps approached, Wan Xin put the book into the gap of the sofa to make it less obvious.

Miao Zaiqing entered the door with a bag, and when she passed the sofa, she took out two siu mai from her pocket.

"Cushion first."

Wan Xin took it, it was hot.

Miao Zaiqing went into the kitchen to work, and Wan Xin went to the kitchen after finishing the siu mai.

Miao Zaiqing was washing the vegetables, and Wan Xin walked beside him to help pull off the vegetable leaves one by one.

Miao Zaiqing stir-fried vegetables, and Wan Xin handed over the plate to serve.

The two had nothing to say, and they cooperated tacitly.

To be honest, the taste of Miao Zaiqing's dishes was mediocre, but this did not affect Wan Xin's appetite, he ate with great relish.

After dinner, the two sat in front of the heater to keep warm, one read a book, the other looked at the mobile phone, and on the table were placed the