round spring

Brother Chun pinched my face with his callused fingertips. For the first time, it hurt.

——An Yuan's Diary

An Guoqing got into the car after refueling and drove. An Yuan finally got out of the car and stood side by side with Shen Xingchun behind the car. An Yuan's thick gloves had just been put on the car body. After pushing hard a few times, the front wheels stuck in the snow ditch came out of the snow ditch.

An Yuan saw that the cart had already come out, he patted his gloves, and said happily: "Okay, it's already come out, I'm really tired from pushing the cart."

Shen Xingchun looked at the child standing by his side, reaching only to his chest. Hoarfrost was still hanging on An Yuan's eyelashes. He raised his hand from time to time to wipe his eyes with his cotton gloves, and there were water marks around his eyes. , as if crying.

An Yuan's face is just as its name suggests, it's round because it hasn't opened yet, Shen Xingchun looked at it and raised his hand, imitating the movement of An Yuan's National Day just now, and pinched An Yuan's face, which was brushed by a child just now Cream, the touch of the little face is tender and slippery, soft, softer than the sourdough steamed buns made by his grandma.

An Yuan's face was pinched, and he stood there in a daze for a while. Shen Xingchun had calluses on his fingertips, and it hurt a little when he touched him. A little angry, "You can't pinch my face without my consent."

When Shen Xingchun withdrew his hand, he took the opportunity to pinch it again, and said with a smile: "Okay, brother is wrong, next time brother pinches you, ask Xiaoyuan first, okay?"

An Yuan took half a step to the side, keeping a little distance from Shen Xingchun, "Even if you ask me, I won't agree, it hurts a little when you pinch my face."

"Then I'll be lighter next time."

"It can't be lighter..." An Yuan said, "Anyway, it can't."

Shen Xingchun responded casually: "Okay, okay, stop pinching Xiaoyuan."

When An Yuan and Shen Xingchun were pushing the cart just now, a few hairs under the brim of the hat rubbed against his eyes, and one hair hung on his eyelashes. The eyelashes were a little itchy, so he raised his hand and wiped it with his gloves, but he was wearing gloves , I was afraid of the cold and didn't want to take it off, so I stroked my hair several times and it still covered my eyelashes.

Seeing that he was getting more and more anxious, Shen Xingchun grabbed his wrist with one hand, smoothed his hair with the other hand, and pressed it under the hat, "Okay, don't cover your eyes now, is it better?" ?”

The child who was still angry just now raised his head and smiled in an unknown direction in the distance. He didn't look at Shen Xingchun, maybe he simply felt that it didn't itch anymore and was very comfortable.

An Yuan looks good when she smiles, only then did Shen Xingchun have a concept that is no longer vague——

Xiaoyuan'er is a beautiful and interesting little boy.

Finally, An Guoqing took An Yuan to Shen Xingchun's house.

The house of Shen Xingchun's family is an ordinary red-tiled house, with a large front yard in Anyuan's eyes, surrounded by wooden fences, several tall snowdrifts in the corners, and the roots of the walls are neatly lined up and cut down. Good firewood, covered with a not-so-thin layer of snow, next to the firewood is a small dog house, the dog house is very thick, covered with a thick felt quilt, and a big yellow dog lives in the house. The dog, the yellow dog, has a gentle temperament. He only stretched his neck and barked twice when he heard the sound of cars and strangers, and then retracted into the nest and lay down.

Shen Xingchun's house was very warm. The stove was fired, the fire wall and the kang were warm inside. An Yuan took off his hat and gloves, took off his thick padded jacket and military overcoat, and only put on a white shirt underneath. sweater.

Both Grandpa Shen and Grandma Shen were at home. When they saw An Guoqing and An Yuan, they warmly entertained them. Grandma Shen talked to An Yuan for a while and turned her head into the kitchen.

Grandpa Shen was talking to An Guoqing, and An Yuan sat with Shen Xingchun. His hair was flattened by the hat, and he took out a small mirror from his bag, smoothed his hair, and adjusted the collar of his sweater , and have been sitting obediently ever since.

Shen Xingchun was particularly curious about his bag. An Yuan's bag was an ordinary school bag, black, with cartoon patterns printed on it, but it seemed that there were too many things in it.

He asked An Yuan: "Xiao Yuan'er, what's in your bag? Can you show it to your brother?"

An Yuan thought for a while, then unzipped the schoolbag, and turned the mouth of the schoolbag in his direction.

Shen Xingchun lowered his head and looked into his schoolbag. An Yuan's schoolbag didn't look big, but it was full. Except for some bottles and cans, the cream and lip balm he had seen just now, a comb, and a mirror, there were a few more. A notebook and a book, and a few cartons of milk in it.

An Yuan generously took out a box of milk from her bag and handed it to Shen Xingchun, "Do you want milk?"

Shen Xingchun was next to An Yuan. When he was outside, the weather was too cold and his nose was full of air-conditioning. Now that it was warmer, he could smell the faint and delicious milky fragrance from An Yuan's body.

Seeing that he didn't answer, An Yuan handed it to him again, "You can grow taller by drinking milk. I drink it every day. I have finished drinking the milk I brought from home. This is what my father gave me on the way to Harbin." I bought it, and there are three boxes left."

Now give Shen Xingchun one box, he only has two boxes left, An Yuan thought, he will be leaving tomorrow, and then let An Guoqing buy it for him on the way.

"I don't drink milk." Shen Xingchun felt that the milk was fishy, ​​but the milk scent on An Yuan's body was very pleasant. He pinched An Yuan's milk box again, "It's so cold, do you want to drink it now? I'll drink it if I drink it." Take it to the kitchen and cook it for you."

"I don't drink it now." Seeing that he didn't take it, An Yuan put the milk in the bag again, "I drink it in the morning."

"Then what do you drink when you're on the road?"

"I'll soak it in hot water and drink it when it's warm."

The two children were talking, and Grandma Shen came over with two buns. She liked Xiao Yuan'er when she saw her just now. She has two grandchildren, so she likes the little girl very much, even though she knows that An Yuan is a little boy. , but unlike her rough grandson, she is extremely rare.

An Yuan took the bun from Grandma Shen's hand, and obediently said, "Thank you, Grandma."

Grandma Shen touched the top of his head, then returned to the kitchen with a smile.

Shen Xingchun went to pour water for An Guoqing and his grandfather, but Grandma Shen came back after a while, pulling Xiao Yuaner and wanting to take him to the kitchen to eat.

An Yuan was not quite used to the enthusiasm of strangers, but he also knew that Grandma Shen liked him, so he looked back at An Guoqing who was sitting on the stool chatting with Grandpa Shen.

An Guoqing was chatting lively, so naturally he didn't notice Xiaoyuan.

An Yuan was still saying in his heart that Comrade Guoqing usually said that he cared a lot for his son, but now that his son was being dragged away, he didn't pay attention.

He had no choice but to focus on Shen Xingchun who was serving tea and water. Shen Xingchun had already taken off his hat, and his short cut cut allowed him to see the green stubble on his scalp. From the side, his neck was very long. He wore a thin round-neck hand-knitted sweater, and when he bent over to pour water, he exposed a portion of the skin on his waist, and there was a bit of strong and shapely muscle outline.

An Yuan was held by grandma with one hand, and touched his waist with the other hand. Apart from his round face and thin body, he touched his protruding ribs, and silently withdrew his hand, thinking to himself, Just drink more milk.

Shen Xingchun quickly noticed the gaze over there, turned his head and met Xiao Yuaner's eyes as if asking for help.

If it is said that children are all like this, when they meet strangers, those who have said a word or two before, they will naturally not seem so strange, not to mention that An Yuan and Shen Xingchun have put on a lip balm together, he looks at Shen Xingchun He blinked at him several times.

Shen Xingchun put down the teapot and walked over, pulled grandma and Xiaoyuan into the kitchen together.

"What does Xiao Yuan'er like to eat?" Grandma asked him.

"I can do anything, I'm not too picky." An Yuan replied.

Shen Xingchun could see that An Yuan was a picky kid, and he was a southerner, so there would definitely be something he was not used to, so he lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "If there is anything you don't like later, just eat it directly." Pass it to your brother, and he will eat it for you."

An Yuan slightly bent his eyes at Shen Xingchun...

The original plan of An Guoqing was to take Anyuan to another village after collecting the leather and mountain goods in the village in the afternoon, but Grandpa Shen and Grandma Shen are both warm and hospitable people. To let him have dinner with the children, Grandpa Shen ordered some wine, and the two of them got a little drunk in the end.

An Guoqing thought, anyway, this night is not bad.

When eating at night, An Yuan was still the same as at noon, sitting quietly beside An Guoqing, Grandpa Shen and Grandma Shen were sitting opposite, Shen Xingchun was next to his right hand.

Grandma Shen was very fond of Xiao Yuan'er, so she got him some steamed buns for a while, a piece of jujube paste shortbread for him to eat, and then suddenly remembered that there was still some fat cakes, so she went to heat up two pieces of hair cakes for him.

The things in Anyuan's bowl were piled up like a hill. He couldn't eat so much, but he was too embarrassed to refuse. Grandma Shen was too enthusiastic and said: "When a child grows up, he eats a lot. When Dachun was your age, he ate three bowls of rice in one meal."

Naturally, Xiao Yuan'er couldn't eat three big bowls of rice, so she took a piece of cake and ate it in small bites, and while Grandma Shen wasn't paying attention, she put the steamed stuffed bun in her bowl into Shen Xingchun's bowl.

Shen Xingchun picked up the bun An Yuan made for him and took a big bite. When grandma wanted to make buns for Xiao Yuan'er, he stopped him with a smile and said, "Grandma, Xiao Yuan'er can't finish eating so much, just watch him eat." From his posture, you know he doesn’t eat much.”

An Yuan put down the cake in his hand, turned to him and asked, "Brother, what do you think I look like when I eat?"

Shen Xingchun was so heartbroken by his soft "brother", he brought him the jujube paste shortbread in his own bowl, and said in a soft voice: "Xiao Yuaner eats like a kitten, my family's Cats can eat better than you."

When An Yuan came in at noon, he saw the kitten in Shen Xingchun's house. It was a small tabby cat, nestling beside the stove next to the kitchen to keep warm, lazily, without raising his eyelids.

The little cat and the big yellow dog in the yard have the same temper.

An Yuan took a bite of the jujube paste shortbread that Shen Xingchun gave him, chewed it a few times and said, "Brother's is delicious."

"Others' food is delicious, isn't it?" An Guoqing suddenly interjected with a smile.

An Yuan held up the jujube paste shortbread in his hand and put it to An Guoqing's mouth, "Try it."

"I don't taste it, you eat it, you eat it with your brother, eat more, you will grow taller, as tall as your brother." An Guoqing said,

"Xiao Yuan'er is still young, and Xiao Yuan'er is still growing," Xiao Yuan took a big bite and swallowed the sweet shortbread before asking Shen Xingchun, "Brother, how old are you?"

"I'm sixteen."

"Then you are four years older than me." He smiled lowly at Shen Xingchun a few times, "When I am 16 years old, I should grow very tall."

Shen Xingchun patted his head, "Yes, he can grow very tall, as tall as my brother."

An Yuan felt the hand on top of her head, she only frowned, said nothing, and slowly chewed the shortbread in her mouth.