Eight wind does not move

Jiang Yu made dumplings very quickly, and he made one by pinching his hands. Yang Jin swayed his small face following Jiang Yu's movements, looking dumbfounded.

Jiang Yu deliberately ignored Yang Jin's eager eyes for a while, and waited until the pile of leather was almost finished before he lowered his head and asked Yang Jin if he wanted to learn.

Xiao Yangjin nodded vigorously.

"Then shouldn't you be nicer to your brother?" Jiang Yu asked in a drawn-out tone, while continuing to knead the dumplings in his hand into beautiful and neat folds: "Can the toffee I gave you not long ago share with you Jiang Yu?" Half brother?"

Zhou Hang was holding the flour, and when he heard Jiang Yu teasing Yang Jin again, he slapped Jiang Yu on the back of the head.

"Ignore you, Brother Jiang!" Zhou Hang slapped Jiang Yu twice on the back of the head as punishment: "Come and let me teach you how to bag."

In fact, Zhou Hang himself is not very good at it.

"Zhou Hang, are you trying to laugh me to death? Why are you still curling your orchid finger?" Jiang Yu pointed at Zhou Hang and smiled, "Don't teach Yang Jin badly."

"I'm not good at making dumplings!" Zhou Hang said helplessly, "I have so many wontons in my house, I thought they were all the same."

"Why is Team Jiang's hair covered in flour?" Zhaxi walked in with his hands behind his back, and saw Jiang Yu with a white head on the back.

Jiang Yu scratched his head belatedly, only to realize that his head was covered in white flowers. He looked up and saw Zhou Hang avoiding his gaze and chuckling.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhou Hang paused before his smile faded.

Jiang Yu circled around Zhou Hang's arm with both hands, and grabbed his hand. Zhou Hang was a little flustered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Everyone is here."

"It's okay." Jiang Yu whispered back to Zhou Hang's ear, then turned his head and said to Yang Jin who was beside him: "Brother Zhou didn't make the dumplings properly, you can watch how I can teach Brother Zhou how to make dumplings."

He put his hands on Zhou Hang's fingers, and took Zhou Hang's hand to wrap the dumpling. Jiang Yu's face was next to his ear, and his warm breath faintly touched his ear.

"Squeeze your hands lightly and push the pleats forward." Jiang Yu said, but he took Zhou Hang to make the dumpling seriously. The pleats were neat and beautiful, and then he put this model dumpling in front of Yang Jin.

Zhou Hang glanced at Yang Jin, and the little girl's attention was all on the dumpling in her own hand.

Then he looked up at Jiang Yu behind him, and there was a white spot on the tip of the other's nose, which might have been wiped with his hands, and Zhou Hang didn't want to remind him, he thought it was quite cute.

The wrapped dumplings were extraordinarily plump, and each of them sat on the rattan grate with their round bellies. The sound of Tashi cooking next door could be heard in the room. The sunshine was very good, illuminating the whole room very brightly.

Zhou Hang suddenly felt like he was at home in a trance.

But outside the window beside me is not the familiar traffic, but an endless Gobi wilderness and rolling snow peaks. The prayer flags in the window are blown by the wind, making me look very lonely.

The meal at night was not very lively. For some reason, Zhou Hang was inexplicably not interested. He packed up early and went back to the dormitory with Jiang Yu. He turned on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, but he felt it was so lively and even more uncomfortable.

Not long after, Jiang Yu turned off the TV and looked back at Zhou Hang. The other party was standing in front of the window with his hands in his pockets, and his breath formed a string of white mist.

"It's so quiet." Zhou Hang said, staring at the frozen blackness outside the window: "I'm not used to the sound of not lighting firecrackers during the Chinese New Year."

"Don't dare." Jiang Yu shook his head: "Believe it or not, if I light a cannon here, Lao Wang chopped off my claws and fed them to the eagles while patrolling the mountains."

Zhou Hang was amused, the weather was too cold, just standing by the window felt the slightest chill seep in, he turned around and wanted to sit back.

"Are you homesick?" Jiang Yu asked, holding Zhou Hang's hand tightly in his palm. They were so close that he felt he could count Jiang Yu's eyelashes. His eyelashes were very tight. Dense, still very warped, eyes flashing every time you blink.

"well enough."

"I think you seem to be in a bad mood."

Zhou Hang didn't have time to refute, because Jiang Yu approached, and they exchanged a kiss, a very gentle and lingering kiss, so gentle that Zhou Hang wondered if it was Jiang Yu who kissed him.

The snow outside was also very quiet. Compared with the blizzard of the previous two days, it was as if the world had suddenly pressed the silence button.

When they parted, Zhou Hang's eyes were a little blurred, he stared at Jiang Yu's eyes, the other's eyes were shining like a layer of water, bent and slender because of a smile.

"I'm a little homesick." Zhou Hang said, "I have a lot of family members, and the Chinese New Year is very lively."

"That's it." Jiang Yu moved closer to Zhou Hang again, but didn't kiss him again. He squeezed Zhou Hang's hand and rubbed it gently again and again: "That's great."

"How did you spend the New Year before?" Zhou Hang suddenly felt that he had told Jiang Yu too many stories about him, but he knew very little about Jiang Yu.

"Usually in the protection station. The salary is high on New Year's Eve. If there are still brothers staying, we can watch TV together for a while and then sleep." Jiang Yu said earnestly.

"if there is not......"

"Then go to bed early alone." Jiang Yu said, he walked around Zhou Hang into the house, and then the two fell on the bed together.

The bed was a plank bed, and when the weight of the two people was pressed down, there was a loud creaking sound immediately, which shocked Zhou Hang. Fortunately, the combined weight of the two people was not considered overweight, and the plank bed could barely support it.

The two first lay flat on the bed together, and after lying down for a while, Jiang Yu reached out and began to take off Zhou Hang's clothes one by one.

"Aren't you going home during the New Year? I heard from Station Master Wang that you stay at the protection station every year." Zhou Hang didn't bother to move, and Jiang Yu still unbuttoned his coat.There was a fire burning inside the room, and it was very warm. Jiang Yu's figure cast a large shadow on the wall in front of him.

"Where should I go?"

Zhou Hang was stunned for a few seconds, unable to react for a while.

"The main reason is that I don't have any relatives." Seeing that Zhou Hang didn't respond, Jiang Yu went on to say, "The circumstances of my birth are more complicated."

"you......"

"My mother is a reporter from Beijing, and she came to Hoh Xil for follow-up interviews. My father is an anti-poaching hero. They were originally just a cooperative relationship, but my father became lustful, so I came here." Jiang Yu explained: "The situation is still It's quite complicated, and the hero who is about to be reported in her writing can't do this kind of thing, so she chose to swallow her breath."

Zhou Hang suddenly understood that Jiang Yu's birth was actually a kind of humiliation to his mother.

"My mother actually hates me. She is a woman with a lot of self-esteem."

"But your mother gave birth to you..."

"My mother has physical problems and can't have an abortion, so she gave birth to me. She is a career-oriented woman and doesn't care too much about me." Jiang Yu put Zhou Hang's coat on the bed and began to undress himself: "Anyway, I I feel that I am almost the same as having no parents, and I have not confiscated the red envelope when I grow up."

"You are so miserable." Zhou Hang didn't know what to say after listening to it, and felt that it was not a good taste.

"I'm so miserable." Jiang Yu repeated with a smile. He also folded his clothes and put them on the bed. He pressed on Zhou Hang's body, and fumbled around Zhou Hang's waist with his hands restlessly, reaching into his underwear.

"I have a lot of family members. If you come to my house to celebrate in the future, I will let you get a red envelope." Zhou Hang tried his best to comfort Jiang Yu: "And we don't have to fight over who's home to go back to during the New Year. It's so convenient."

Seeing Jiang Yu's eyes light up, Zhou Hang narrowed them again, as if he thought of something funny: "Honey, it's time for the two of us to give red envelopes to your juniors."

"That's right." Zhou Hang scratched his head: "Then you're really going to spend money, there are a lot of juniors in our family."

Jiang Yu laughed so hard that he lay on Zhou Hang's body and said, "Why are you so stupid?"

It was too cold for two people to hug each other naked, Jiang Yu covered his body with the quilt, lowered his head to kiss Zhou Hang's earlobe, Zhou Hang frowned slightly in irritation.

Jiang Yu has thick calluses on his fingertips, which are itchy to the touch. Zhou Hang often feels that Jiang Yu's whole body is rough to the touch. The prickly cut hair on the back of his head, and the obvious scars on his back are the kind of scars on his hands. Very comfortable roughness.

"Jiang Yu." Zhou Hang suddenly called out Jiang Yu's name softly when he was in a daze.

Jiang Yu stopped his movements and looked at Zhou Hang without speaking.

"So?" Zhou Hang stared at Jiang Yu, his eyes were moist, and a drop of physiological tears was gathered in the corner of his eyes stimulated by the action just now: "The reason why you came to Hoh Xil."

"Very childish." Jiang Yu said: "I'm angry, I want to piss off my mother, I want my mother to care about me."

"My father is a hero, but also a jerk." He said, "The most wrong thing I did in my life was that I told my mother that I would go to Hoh Xil and be a person like my father."

"What about your mother, what did she say?"

"She told me not to come back in the future."

Zhou Hang only felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart. He could imagine a boy in his early twenties coming to this land alone, just to gain a sense of existence in the hearts of his family, but in the end he found that no one really cared about him. Childish, but also very distressing.

He suddenly remembered that Bai Guangpin once told him that Jiang Yu was in a bad state of mind when he first came here. In this no-man's land, he was faced with mud and poachers every day. Day after day, no one asked him a question. care.

Suddenly I really want to know Jiang Yu earlier.

But what if we knew each other earlier?Will he like the former Jiang Yu?

Zhou Hang's legs tightened around Jiang Yu, and he buried his face in Jiang Yu's neck.

"what happened to you?"

"I miss you." Zhou Hang said in a low voice.

Jiang Yu laughed softly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Zhou Hang back on the bed: "Don't think about it baby, I'll love you."

Zhou Hang suffered from insomnia at night, although he was exhausted from tossing around, his whole body was sore from the waist to the base of the legs.He turned over with some difficulty on his back, facing Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu was in a deep sleep. Every time he finished, he would fall into a deep sleep, as if the sky would fall and he would not be able to wake up.

After staring at it for a while, Zhou Hang inexplicably felt that Jiang Yu's slightly opened lips were inexplicably tempting, making people want to kiss them very much. Thinking of this, he was about to fall asleep in a drowsy state. He closed his eyes and listened. It was full of the whimpering of the wind in the distance and the steady breathing of Jiang Yu beside him.

Suddenly he heard an explosion outside, and Zhou Hang's whole body was shocked.

It was windy outside again, and Zhou Hang held his breath. In the howling wind, he did hear a piercing and unusual sound, like the sound of a large glass object smashing to the ground, and it seemed that there were still people shouting.

who?

He stood up vigilantly and fumbled for his clothes to put on.

Most of the people at the protection station left, and there were not many people left tonight, and there was no quarrel.

Before going out, Zhou Hang took the baton from the wall and held it in his hand, pushed open the door, his eyes were squinted by Feng Xue.