Zhou Yan

Even if the sun is out in winter, the surrounding area is still cold, especially in the past few days when it has snowed. Open the window and look, except for the blue sky, everywhere is white.

A few days ago, there were some novelties, but later I read a lot, that's all. In the past few days, he found the book of words he snatched from Honghu, and he found it interesting. When I have free time, I read those lingering and soul-stirring novels of Zhiyi Jianghu.

When Zhou Mingchao entered the room, he saw Shen Xian lying on the soft couch by the window, smiling sideways, as if someone had tapped his laughing point, and there was a cup of tea beside him, and there was a stove in the distance. The charcoal fire is in full bloom, and the little days are really good.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Mingchao entered the house carrying Fengxue, shaking off the snow from his body, while smiling at him.

"Brother Zhou, you're here!" Shen Xian raised his head, his eyes were bent when he saw the person, he stepped back a little to make room for a little space, and he lifted a corner of the quilt: "Come up quickly, this quilt is warm."

There are some things that are good to talk about, come when you want, you don’t have to pretend to ask what you are doing when you meet, just give up a seat to that person with a smile, we both know each other tacitly, why are you here?Because I miss you.

As soon as Zhou Mingchao took off his cloak and sat on the edge, Shen Xian hugged his waist and dragged him onto the bed with a little effort.

The quilts that slept warmly covered the two of them, Shen Xian put the small heater in Zhou Mingchao's arms, and the two of them leaned on the bed frame, and the book of words widely circulated on the street was spread horizontally between the two of them.

Shen Xian held up the book and couldn't help laughing: "There is a person here, asking, if he was bitten by a five-step snake and walked five steps backwards, can he kill him back? Hahahahahahahaha!"

He told jokes to others, before the joke was finished, Shen Xian himself fell on the soft couch laughing unsteadily.

Listening to jokes is better than seeing Shen Xian being funny, seeing him laughing out of joy, afraid of bumping his head, Zhou Mingchao helped him up.His body, which was cold from walking outside, gradually warmed up under the quilt, and Zhou Mingchao patted him on the back. This man could laugh at others until he couldn't breathe.

Laughing so much that his stomach hurts, Shen Xian slowed down and wiped away the tears from laughing. After a moment of fuss, his position was a little lower than Zhou Mingchao's, barely on Zhou Mingchao's arm, and Shen Xian's head On the other hand, resting on Zhou Mingchao's elbow, the smile from earlier was still there, and he looked up at him: "Tell me, according to this theory, if I walk fifteen steps backwards, can I kill Snake's grandfather? "

Zhou Mingchao looked down at him, not quite understanding what the kids are thinking about nowadays?

"..."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Before Zhou Mingchao answered him, Shen Xian laughed all over the bed again, laughing from his arms to Zhou Mingchao's stomach, and finally exhaled while holding his chest, his eyes sparkling: "Do you think they are stupid?"

Zhou Mingchao raised his hand to push the hair on his face to the sides of his cheeks, and smiled: "Are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid."

Shen Xian slowed down for a while, fumbling with his hands and feet in the bed: "Is it still cold? Is it cold from all the way outside? Brother Zhou, where is your hand? Let me feel it,"

His hands were under the quilt, and he couldn't see and touch them at will, and some places couldn't be touched at will. Zhou Mingchao followed his movements and kept retreating, and finally reached the edge of the bed. It has the meaning of becoming more and more serious.

Zhou Mingchao took the initiative to put his hand in Shen Xian's hand, and he put his other hand around Shen Xian's back, with a serious expression: "I can't retreat."

Smiling, he held that hand with both hands, and only after the coolness faded did Shen Xian pinch Zhou Mingchao's palm, and let go of Zhou Mingchao contentedly.

After a pause, he turned and opened the window again: "Is it still snowing?"

The snow outside had stopped, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, tree branches, and eaves.

"It's so white outside," Shen Xian patted the window for a while, then rested his head on the window sill and sighed, "I can't tell if this place is dirty without sweeping for three days."

What kind of dirt can there be in such a thick layer of snow? Seeing that Shen Xian was still lying on the window sill, Zhou Mingchao pulled him back and put him under the quilt to keep warm: "Hands are as cold as icicles under the eaves, I don't know how to put them back ?”

"The room smells of charcoal fire," Shen Xian said with a grin, and said it pitifully, but he stretched out his hand to Zhou Mingchao's collar in a mean way: "I want to get some air."

Grasping that hand, Zhou Mingchao put it on his waist and abdomen to warm it, and suggested, "Then I'll throw you out of the window to let you breathe."

Shen Xian looked up at him, was this serious expression a joke, or was it serious?

The look of the child thinking with a sullen face is so interesting, it's no different from writing his thoughts on his face, so funny that people can't help but want to touch him and smooth his hair.

One hand can hold most of Shen Xian's face, Zhou Mingchao held Shen Xian's face and pinched it: "I'm kidding you."

"If I'm thrown out, I'll die." Shen Xian's chin was pinched, and the tone of his voice changed a bit: "If I die, I will definitely come back to find love, but at that time, I don't know what I will look like."

Whether it is a person or not, is another matter.

"Then I'll go to the temple to do something," Zhou Mingchao hummed lightly, and said with a smile, "I beg him."

Go to the temple to perform deeds and ask him for something!Shen Xian stared, begging the master in the temple to get rid of ghosts?

"I beg him to come to my house to do a religious ceremony," Zhou Mingchao continued, "Take you little devil at home, you can't go anywhere, you can only stay with me."

Shen Xian blinked his eyes, his eyes were moist, he withdrew from the shackles of Zhou Mingchao, and said, "Brother Zhou, you have a very strong taste."

After he finished speaking, he didn't feel disgusted enough, so he stepped back on the bed frame and looked at him: "Most little devils have green faces and fangs, and they are not good-looking. What are you keeping at home?"

But he remembered that Brother Zhou, who looked deserted on the face, actually picked everything closely. The inkstone should be from Huizhou, the wolf brush should be from the Northwest, and even the decorations in the house should be carved and hollowed out. According to Shen Xian's observation, Zhou Mingchao just likes good-looking things. He doesn't care if they are practical or not.

In the past, there was a vase from the previous dynasty, a real product from a famous artist, it was hard to find, and it was hard to get a glimpse of the true face even if many people broke their heads. Later, the vase passed into the hands of Zhou Mingchao, who only took one look at it before handing it over to the city lord's mansion, the city lord I was very happy in those few days, thinking that Zhou Mingchao had cut off his love, only Shen Xian knew that it was because he thought the bottle with a wide mouth and belly was ugly!

"No matter how ugly you are, that's not you." Zhou Mingchao grabbed Shen Xian's armpit with both hands and hugged him, nose to nose: "As long as it's you, I can do anything."

He especially likes this kind of intimacy, and Shen Xian also likes it. He buried his head and rubbed Zhou Mingchao's chin: "Brother Zhou is so kind, and I am the same. No matter what brother Zhou becomes, I like it." , as long as that person is Brother Zhou, anything will do."

Both of them turned into children, you rubbed against me and I rubbed against you on the soft couch, talking childish words, the snow outside the house gradually started to fall again, the wind and snow were heavy, Zhou Mingchao closed the window, the sound of the wind and snow Being separated from the outside, they were alone in this peaceful corner, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Zhou Mingchao was flipping through the book that Shen Xian read earlier. Shen Xian was very interested at the beginning, and read a few pages with him, but after a while, his eyelids became heavy and couldn't hold it up anymore.

He leaned his head on Zhou Mingchao's shoulder, bit by bit, and saw that he was about to slide down. Zhou Mingchao was holding the book, without taking his eyes off the pages. He raised his hand lightly, and Shen Xian just fell from his shoulder to the ground. in his hands.

"No~"

Shen Xian's eyes were half closed, and he was about to fall asleep again.

"That solution," Zhou Mingchao asked suddenly, his voice seemed a little empty in the room: "What is it?"

"Ah? What?" Shen Xian was in a daze, almost falling asleep when he heard Zhou Mingchao's words, and raised his eyelids with no effort: "The solution?"

"The book by Zhou Yan, your solution to divination," Zhou Mingchao let Shen Xian rest his arm on the pillow, and wrapped his fingers around a strand of Shen Xian's hair: "Xianxian, are you listening?"

The drowsiness of drowsiness was also wiped out by the call of Xian Xian, Shen Xian was wrapped in the quilt, and Zhou Mingchao was lying beside him, he blinked, just woke up from the bewitching beauty, and then Think about one thing.

Shen Xian immediately woke up: "You don't know! The last time I was at your house, you said you..."

Shen Xian flipped onto Zhou Mingchao's body all of a sudden, with his hands on his shoulders, he looked at him fiercely: "You lied to me!"

Zhou Mingchao supported Shen Xian's waist indulgently with both hands, fearing that he would fall, he smiled softly: "You have studied that book for so many years, and I have only read it for so long."

It's just that after listening to Honghu's words, I was puzzled and traced back to the source. I found the teacher and father who lived in the mountains. Zhou Mingchao didn't know what he said that day. One day, someone pulls a lead that seems to have nothing, and anyone will show their feet in a panic.

Regret in his heart, Shen Xian was so angry that he gritted his teeth, how could this person finish his bad deeds and still be calm for a year. Angry on the body, the back molars tightened again and again.

"You are not allowed to do this in the future."

What was supposed to be anger turned into coquetry, the hand on the shoulder was changed to hug Zhou Mingchao's neck, Shen Xian frowned, half angry: "I was almost scared to death by you that day."

"Well, it was my fault."

Zhou Mingchao's eyes dimmed, and the hand on Shen Xian's waist was hot, and Shen Xian was so close to him, it seemed that as long as he exerted a little force on his hand, the two of them would be able to fit together intimately.

"Brother Zhou," Shen Xian whispered, he felt terrified when Zhou Mingchao looked at him like this, his expression was exactly the same as the last time when he said he was holding back and wanted to beat him.

"Well," Zhou Mingchao let go of his hand, without looking at him, he just said, "The willows by the lake are turning yellow."

Winter is here, the willows are turning yellow, Shen Xian is still too young, Zhou Mingchao doesn't want to scare him.

The author has something to say:

Christmas is here, and people from every family are happily chatting with each other.

Liu Yuexu: "If you are put in a sack after being beaten unconscious by an old man with a white beard tonight, don't be afraid, because my Christmas wish is you."

Li Wei: "!!! Don't you need to report this matter to the authorities?"

Liu Dongzang: "If you are put in a sack after being beaten unconscious by an old man with a white beard tonight, don't be afraid, because my Christmas wish is you."

Xu Chen (suddenly realized): "That's how my waist is gone."

Shen Xian: "If you are put in a sack after being beaten unconscious by an old man with a white beard tonight, don't be afraid, because my Christmas wish is you."

Zhou Mingchao pondered for a while: "Santa Claus doesn't need to be quarantined?"

Merry Christmas~