waiting for dawn

After returning home, grandpa was waiting for him in a rage.

Qin Liming really found someone to find Grandpa here, Grandpa scolded him and asked him to call Qin Liming immediately to apologize.

His cell phone ran out of battery, so grandpa donated his cell phone to him. Zhang Tuming wanted to go back to the house to make this call, but his grandpa refused and forced him to expose the phone to the supervision.

After the call was made, Qin Liming's tone was a little hasty, "Grandpa Zhang, did Tu Ming find it?"

Zhang Tuming frowned, "Qin Liming, it's me."

Immediately, he was hit on the buttocks. It was Grandpa hitting him with a spoon, "Is it polite?"

Zhang Tuming turned his head and smiled at his grandfather, then slipped into his room, closed the door, and said, "Why do you like meddling so much?"

"I can't leave you alone if you lose it here."

"I'm such an old person, can I just throw it away?"

Qin Liming was silent, and after a while he said: "Just go home, let me know in advance if there is anything next time."

Zhang Tuming snorted, "It's nothing, I'll hang up."

"Don't, don't..." Qin Liming was so anxious that his voice became a little louder, "Did Grandpa Zhang tell you that tomorrow the school is on holiday, and I will go to your house to pay New Year's greetings."

Zhang Tuming squeezed the phone tightly, walked around to the bed and sat down, "Didn't your father always come here before?"

"He hasn't recovered from his cold. Ah, the main reason is that Grandpa Zhang wants to meet me, so I can talk about your studies."

"Talking about study?" Zhang Tuming snorted, "You don't live at my house, do you?"

Qin Liming said with some embarrassment: "Here, you may have to stay for a day, without a car at night, but I won't trouble you..."

Zhang Tuming interrupted him, "Bring me my black down jacket and underwear."

"……okay."

"There's still half a pack of cigarettes on my bedside table."

"Don't take the cigarettes."

"Grandpa knows that I smoke, if you don't take it, I will buy it again."

"..."

"Oh, there's more." Zhang Tuming said again: "My grandfather likes the jujube cake you have there, don't forget to buy some."

"no problem."

"Do you know how to get to my house?"

"I asked my dad, but there is still something unclear, you..."

"I won't pick you up."

Qin Liming was silent, but Zhang Tuming asked one more question, "Your wife won't come with you, will she?"

"She has to work overtime in the hospital, and it's probably quite busy during the Chinese New Year."

It was overtime again, and Lu Shan really couldn't find a better excuse. After Zhang Tuming hung up the phone, he found that his grandfather was still waiting for him in the living room, and asked him to help Qin Liming make a new bed.

There are a lot of empty rooms in the house, and there are quite a few quilts, but most of them are hidden in the closet, so Zhang Tuming said perfunctorily: "Wait a while, wait a while."

He was very different at home from Qin Liming's. Although his grandfather had a prosthetic limb, it still had some inconvenience in his movements, so when he was at home, he basically wouldn't let his grandfather move.

Serving water, rubbing his legs, Zhang Tuming was basically busy before grandpa went to bed, and after finally taking a few days off, he needed to have a good chat with grandpa.

When he finally lay down on his own bed, he felt exhausted from the exhaustion of the journey, and he forgot about making the bed.

Qin Liming had a meeting the next morning and took the noon train. It was already dark after arriving in Tongguang City.

Zhang Tuming and his grandfather lived in the countryside around the city. The roads outside the village were very wide, but inside the village they were twists and turns, making it difficult to find.

Sure enough, Qin Liming lost his way.

Zhang Tuming was forced by his grandfather to go out to pick him up. When he reached the entrance of the village, Qin Liming hadn't arrived yet, so Zhang Tuming found a place and got up.

After waiting for 10 minutes, I saw Qin Liming's figure, dragging a large suitcase, with various gift boxes hanging on his arms.

Zhang Tuming kept silent on purpose, watching Qin Liming go around needlessly, he also turned his mobile phone to silent, and when he saw Qin Liming's incoming call, he pressed it to hang up.

There were no lights in the village, but there were dogs. Qin Liming seemed a little afraid of dogs, and was so frightened by a little dirt dog that he rushed forward.

It's just that he can't rush fast, there are too many bits and pieces on his body, the suitcase alone is a big burden, and he is tinkling and panting, attracting more dogs to bark.

Zhang Tuming looked at it with interest for a while, and then quietly approached him from behind. Before he could react, he strangled his neck with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other hand.

Qin Liming struggled all the way, probably because his usual meal came in handy, and he was quite energetic. Zhang Tuming followed his cheek and touched the end of his eyes, "Aren't you crying?"

Qin Liming stopped struggling, and carefully confirmed, "Tu Ming?"

"Who isn't I?" Zhang Tuming let go of him, and pushed his head towards him, "Why so slow?"

"The train is late." Even in the darkness, Zhang Tuming could see that Qin Liming's expression had changed from panic to joy, "Just now Grandpa Zhang told me that you came out to pick me up, and I'm still wondering why not?" I saw you, and I called you, but no one answered..."

"You yourself are too stupid to find your way."

"Uh, yes."

Zhang Tuming snorted, turned his head and lit a cigarette, and by the way chased the little local dog who was not afraid of death just far away.

Qin Liming walked slowly, but Zhang Tuming didn't intend to help him, he just tapped his suitcase with his toe, "You must be sick, you still need to bring such a big suitcase for a day stay."

"Oh, there is your down jacket inside, and a pair of cotton shoes for you."

Zhang Tuming didn't say a word anymore, he buried his head in smoking the cigarette in his hand, and he was almost home soon.

He crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, then stretched out a hand towards Qin Liming, "Bring it."

"what?"

Zhang Tuming said unhappily: "Grandpa will definitely scold me again when he sees that I don't help you with the things. Hurry up and give them to me before you get home."

"This, no need, I can carry it by myself..."

Zhang Tuming didn't want to waste any more words, so he simply started directly, and took all the pile of things into his hands.

Different from Qin Liming's difficulties just now, Zhang Tuming was still walking like flying, Qin Liming trotted to keep up, "Are you tired?"

"Tired fart." Zhang Tuming glanced at him, "You think everyone is as weak as you."

Grandpa attached great importance to Qin Liming's arrival, and even stepped on a prosthetic leg to welcome him at the door.

After entering the room, they exchanged warm greetings for a long time. Grandpa couldn't control his emotions. He kept rubbing Qin Liming's face with his hands, "Liming is still as obedient and cute as when he was a child."

Zhang Tuming pushed his grandfather's hand aside, "He is no longer a child."

Grandpa scolded him a few words and drove him to the kitchen to cook.

"Tu Ming doesn't know how to cook very much, let me go with him."

"Hasn't Zhang Tuming, a little bastard, cooked for you?"

"Uh..." Qin Liming sat back again, "I've done it, it's quite delicious..."

Qin Liming didn't know that Zhang Tuming grew up cooking from a young age, and he also liked to cook some of his grandfather's favorite dishes in different ways. If Qin Liming could be called good at cooking, then Zhang Tuming was a master.

After making a table of dishes, there were no duplicates, and there was a bit of elegant presentation on the plate. Qin Liming couldn't help but praise after being amazed, but Zhang Tuming gave him a blank look, "Eat it, eat anyway." After this meal, there will be no next meal.”

Zhang Tuming was naturally scolded by his grandfather again.

After dinner, it was getting late, and it was time to go to bed after chatting for a while.

Zhang Tuming had been dragging on without making the bed, and at this moment his grandfather was urging him even more, Qin Liming took the initiative to say: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, just squeeze with Tuming."

Zhang Tuming gave him a weird look, and grandpa waved his hand, "You don't know that he's such a stubborn guy, he..."

"It's fine." Zhang Tuming answered suddenly, "It's just for one night, I don't want to bother you so much."

Zhang Tuming's bed is a large bed, and the decoration inside the house is not bad. It was installed by his own father who didn't come back home for two years. In fact, the yard has also been renovated, not for anything else, but for the past few years. There have been signs of demolition.

There were two quilts on the bed, which didn't look very thick in the cold winter weather. Qin Liming followed him into the room, feeling a little cramped, "I'll bring another quilt over here."

Zhang Tuming took off his coat and threw it on the bed casually, "The quilt is in the closet in Grandpa's room, he has already fallen asleep, do you want to wake him up again?"

Qin Liming couldn't move an inch.

Zhang Tuming continued to press, "Or do you have any bad habits when you sleep? It's easy to think everyone is your wife?"

"That's nothing." Qin Liming smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, "I don't care, I just think you have a personality, and you probably wouldn't like to share a bed with others."

"I'm sick." Zhang Tuming lowered his head and swung the sweater off his body. There was no other clothes under the sweater, and he had a young and strong body.

Qin Liming was still sitting blankly by the bed, Zhang Tuming unbuttoned his jeans and took them off in a blink of an eye, and stepped onto the bed with bare legs and bare feet.

Covering his legs with the quilt, Zhang Tuming turned his head to look at Qin Liming, and then waved, "Come up."

Qin Liming smiled dawdly, "You also like to sleep without clothes?"

"I like it in winter."

"Do you have fitness at such a young age?"

Zhang Tuming didn't answer, Qin Liming rubbed his hands and said, "I have applied for a fitness card before, and I practiced for a long time, but I still don't look strong."

Zhang Tuming snorted, "It's a matter of breed."

Qin Liming lowered his head and thought for a while, and was about to take off his shoes, but was called out by Zhang Tuming, "Help me get a cigarette."

Qin Liming always resisted with his mouth, but his behavior had already followed his orders before his consciousness. Although he could not avoid preaching, the smoke still reached Zhang Tuming's hands smoothly.

Zhang Tuming played with the cigarette on his fingertips, and suddenly he didn't want to smoke anymore. He squinted his eyes and saw that Qin Liming had also taken off his down jacket. Inside was a pure white sweater with a slightly wide neckline, revealing his neck The collarbone almost blended with the color of his clothes, all in a cool white tone.