winter

Ling Nan supported the door frame and watched the two parents enter the elevator, until the two iron boards slowly rolled up blocked his last sight.He held the doorknob, turned his head to close the door, and gave a gentle smile to the man standing two meters away—almost didn't scare him.

The red bean and barley soup in the kitchen was still cooking. Mother Dong weighed the meat on his arm before leaving, and asked him to drink more bowls with pity on her face, otherwise, how could the small arms and legs survive.Guessing it was almost time, there was a puff of white air called maternal love, urging the little weak chicken to drink up.

Ling Nan took out two chopsticks from the shelf, and used the chopsticks to flick the pressure limiting valve that buzzed like a bee, releasing a large amount of scalding water vapor.He propped up the table with one hand, looked back at the clock hanging in the living room, watched the second hand of the old ox cart slowly crawl a few times, and was cut off just as he was about to reach out for a piece of cloth to lift the pressure limiting valve Hu.

Ling Nan didn't bother to raise her head, her tone didn't fluctuate, "What are you doing?"

Dong Sheng shyly smiled and moved closer to the person, "Be careful of your hands being hot, be careful of your hands." But he didn't notice that he got burned.

The fiery iron bumps fell to the table, drawing an unsightly arc in the air before landing.

Holding his breath for a whole morning, Ling Nan couldn't hold back his fake smile anymore, Ling Nan shook his eyebrows subconsciously, and slapped him on the back of the head, beating a strong man pretending to be a daughter-in-law to his knees. He said, "Pretend, you pretend again!" Turning his head left and right, he couldn't find a weapon in his hand. Those things that play with knives and guns are not suitable for him, so he can only be a white wolf with empty hands, "See if I don't kill him!" you!"

A handsome little face forcibly pulled out the fierceness of a burly man, scaring people away and being as quiet as a chicken.

The humid and mild living environment in the south did not soften Dong Sheng's rough skin and thick flesh. He wiped his face and shook off the dust on his trouser legs. I am your grandson."

With a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Ling Nan was so angry that his fingers trembled at this obsequious old eunuch, "you, you, you" was missing, and his vocabulary was even worse than that of the dying old boss in TV dramas.

Then his grandson smiled at him, couldn't help but push away his raised hands, and ducked into his arms.With a fluffy head on his chest, two arms encircling his back, and a hard kneecap on his instep, Ling Nan couldn't break free, waving two eggs that were still in a free state but had no eggs. He used his hands to warn people to stay away, "If you don't let me get away, I will destroy you!"

But the ignorant one was still wriggling in his arms, smoother than the rice field eel he picked up alone, Ling Nan's temples twitched a few times, his fingers twisted and stretched, and he pulled the man's hair back.

Grinning his teeth, he dispelled a lot of the knots in Ling Nan's chest.

However, Ling Nan didn't laugh for long - Dong Sheng patted his butt like a baby, each time was lighter, more comforting than flattering.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Ling Nan became even more angry, this cautious person seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum.

Oh, big pig's hoof.

Ling Nan had loosened his hands a long time ago, but Dong Sheng still held his head up, his chin was resting on the third button of Ling Nan's coat from bottom to top, his voice was slower than before, and there was only one pair of eyes in his whole body that did not conflict with his actions, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Ling Nan resisted the urge to cover those eyes with her hands.

Oh, glib.

The button was almost rubbed open, Ling Nan was imprisoned and had no way of retreating, so he could only rub the other party's unruly hair to show his friendliness.

He admits that he enjoys this minimalist dominance, but it's based on what the other guy has done -- pull him out of the ring, keep him from falling.Facts create status, he can play and roll and do whatever he wants, but only within the bottom line he has customized for himself.

After all, this is his salvation. He is afraid of being abandoned and dare not abuse his power.

So when Dong Sheng asked him for the third time if he was still angry, he chose to answer with a non-lingering kiss.

"Auntie, when did they know?"

While lips and teeth were separated, Ling Nan raised doubts, and he could almost guess the answer, but the answer immediately after the next kiss was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"I knew you a year ago, and I knew I was in high school."

This answer almost made him envious, but he tasted the sweet honey after the sour lemon.

There is always someone in this world who accepts him.

Even if he is selfish, extreme and bad.

Dong Sheng's kiss ended in the scream of the pressure cooker, and the sweet fragrance wafted through the pressure hole in the whole kitchen, emphasizing his own existence with the invisible and untouchable gas.After all, he still remembered that this was to replenish his children's health, so he obediently released the koala state and got up to open the pot and take the spoon and bowl.

The sore and swollen calf was faintly numb, and when he was shaking, Ling Nan gave Ling Nan a concerned look. He laughed dumbly, turned the hand holding the bowl, rubbed Ling Nan's head with the back of his hand, and when he turned around, the excitement condensed in the invisible in the eyes.

Ah, what a great victory.

After all, we are all mortals, and the result is often more eye-catching than the process.He doesn't mind taking the necessary small dives, and firmly believes that the only way to Rome is a broad road.

Conspiracy theorists unconsciously softened their eyes when they caught sight of Ling Nan who was holding an empty bowl and two spoons behind him from the corner of his eye. After all, no matter how he planned, his purpose was very clear.

He is a feudal farmer, and he wants to keep his fancy prey in the enclosure he has planned for him until he dies.

Ling Nan insisted on going to the balcony to drink porridge, but Dong Sheng couldn't hold him back, so he put on two extra coats for him with a conniving attitude.

It is still snowing outside, and the fluffy snowflakes are floating all over the world, and the sky is full of white, which inspires the most authentic childishness.

The sliding rails were frozen stiff, Dong Sheng held the bowl in one hand, and it took a little effort to pull the glass door out.Looking back is Ling Nan half leaning out to catch the snow, he couldn't help laughing, but also worried that someone who was wrapped in a rice dumpling and couldn't move would slip and slip.

"Come in, be careful not to fall, there is snow inside."

Dong Sheng dragged Jian Xue, a three-year-old southerner back, tried his best to ignore the collapsed expression on his face, scraped off the juice from the bottom of the spoon with the side of the bowl, and fed the porridge to the person's mouth after making sure it wouldn't drip onto his clothes inside.

Ling Nan opened her mouth as a matter of course, and after chewing and swallowing everything, she realized that something was wrong, brushed her hair meaninglessly, and complained with a smile in her voice, "I'm not a child, don't make me a living Level ten disability."

During the words, snow drifted in and fell on his hair, Dong Sheng patted it off with his hands before looking down at him, "Yes, of course you are not, you are my uncle."

Introduced a beating as expected, like a feather sweep through the clothes.

Naturally, the appetite increases in winter. The two big men went to refill a few bowls after drinking. They were too lazy to wash the dishes now, so they simply carried two dirty empty bowls and stuck them in front of the railing like sticks. Let's chat.Occasionally dragging back to school, the juniors complained indescribably about the head of the department who was frightened by the news, and the seniors expressed inscrutably that they could endure the calm for a while and take a step back.

The meaningless and non-nutritious conversation continued until the elders with bags in their hands appeared downstairs from the house. The two slackers finally recognized their identities as eating and drinking, and consciously put down their bowls and went out to pick up things.

The north wind was inevitably howling, and the light snowflakes swirled into the room along the open door, and were blasted into steam by the hard-working radiator.

There is heating, so I am afraid that winter is not winter.