Dumb painter giants grudge

Unexpectedly by He Shishen, Wen Rang didn't slap him.

Instead, he pulled him up, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and followed He Shishen's example, patting the ashes all over his body.

"I don't hurt." He Shishen was a little embarrassed, "How can it hurt when he hits me, it's not as strong as you hit me."

If Wen Rang hadn't seen that the other party had been beaten like this, he might have hit harder than Song Li at this moment.

"I'm really fine, but he just slapped me in the face." He Shishen took control of the opponent's hand, "The left leg is fine, it's been fine for a long time, it's all fake, hehehe."

Although Wen Rang had already seen through everything, he was still half angry and half worried at this moment. After all, it was really terrible to have the old injury out of the way.

"Don't be so stern, are you unhappy again?" He Shishen sniffed, "Why are you so fierce all day long? Are you satisfied when your legs get better? Afraid I won't be able to bother you at home every day?"

Wen Rang slapped He Shishen on the face not lightly but not hard, He Shishen immediately sealed his mouth, Wen Rang didn't care whether there was anyone around, raised his head slightly to cover the other's mouth, and then quickly separated.

"I..." He Shishen seemed to have a gash in his throat, he suddenly touched the box in his pocket, and only then remembered what he was doing out tonight.

"That, that, ah, there are a lot of people over there, let's go and have a look, maybe there is something lively to watch."

Wen Rang looked at the wheelchair next to his legs, wondering whether to "carry" him there.

"Hey, don't worry about those nonsense, I'll show you something real." He Shishen pulled Wen Rang and ran towards the bright place in the distance.

Running and running, the distance of sight narrowed, the spot of light expanded, and Wen Rang's field of vision flooded with flashes and bright colors.

Yellow tulips and small camellias are placed along the aisle in the wide square, winding all the way to the middle of the square. The cold white direct light hanging in the distance illuminates this winding aisle from the opposite direction. The square is surrounded by The circular and gushing bridge-shaped waterline, illuminated by floor lamps, looks like falling stars.

"Come." He Shishen led Wen Rang through the flower path.

The closer to the center of the square, the more exaggerated the arrangement of the two flowers, but they are all yellow flowers, yellow roses, sunflowers, yellow camellias, hibiscus flowers, roses, Yaohuang, yellow cranes, and species of yellow... Smell let you know There are not many, and you can roughly see what kind of flower it is.

In the center of the square hangs a large bunch of balloons, with scattered pearl flakes on the soles of the feet, and small warm-colored light bulbs twinkling on the flower vines.

In fact, this scene is similar to a common wedding scene, but only when the parties are in it can they appreciate the extraordinaryness of it.

All Wen Rang can see are light yellow, light yellow, orange, and stone yellow objects. He has always known that He Shishen is considerate of him in every possible way, including the fact that Wen Rang only likes yellow. Be missed.

———Why is Lei Yuan so sloppy in his work.

———How has the quality of this layout shrunk.

——Why hasn’t the music sounded yet?

Without saying a word, He Shishen led Wen Rang to the center, and the light spots cast by the pearly sheet on the ground were reflected on the two of them. It was night, but they felt like they were in a vortex of light.

From the very beginning, Wen Rang's heartbeat was so fast that he couldn't control it. At this moment, it seemed as if he was going to fly out of his throat. He followed behind the other party, looked at the back of the other party's head, and was full of thoughts.

The two stopped in the center circle, and He Shishen let go of Wen Rang's hand, walked to a cluster of flowers, picked up a bouquet of red roses that didn't match the eyes of the surroundings, and walked in front of Wen Rang.

"Wen Rang, I..." He Shishen looked at the person in front of him, suddenly his mind went blank, "I..."

———What am I doing?

———I was born in 19xx... No.

——Damn it, what did it start with.

The oath that was prepared before suddenly seemed to be formatted, and He Shishen didn't remember what the beginning was for a long time.

Wen Rang stood still, clasping the edge of his trousers with his hands slightly bent, his embarrassment burning through his whole body like a fire.

"Wen Rang, me."

He Shishen spoke again, but was still stuck, Wen Rang took a slight step forward, a little shy and expectant.

He Shishen suppressed the tension in his heart, took a deep breath, looked Wen Rang squarely in the eyes, and said slowly:

"Wen Rang, I want to marry you."

Before saying this sentence, Wen Rang thought about many possibilities, but he didn't dare to think in this direction. He always felt that everything was unreasonable and unreal.

"I always feel that I should use something to keep you. I seem a bit vulgar and a little anxious. I can only think of getting married. It's not a whim, it's always been planned, but I hope it will be sooner and earlier."

"In addition, I don't know how to make this ceremony look more worthwhile for you. I'm a little nervous."

"Tagore said that 'people choose their favorite meanings from the poet's words', I know you like yellow, but I still chose a bunch of red flowers among a bunch of yellow flowers, I am really a bit vulgar."

"Nevertheless, the meaning of all my choices ultimately point to you, and I love you."

He Shishen took out a small black velvet square box from his pocket, and then opened the box, revealing a bright silver ring embedded with a hexagonal cut diamond.

Like most ordinary people proposing marriage, He Shishen knelt down on one knee with a flower in one hand and a ring in the other.

The [-]-word oath was rotten in the belly, and it became the simplest and most ordinary sentence: "Wen Rang, marry me."

When people treat each other with sincerity, there is one characteristic, that is, they will not pretend to be hypocritical, so Wen Rang has no reason to refuse, and he has no idea of ​​​​refusing.

Even though Wen Rang hadn't planned how to spend the rest of his life with whom he would spend the rest of his life before, the decision was made in an instant.

Wen Rang nodded, and stretched out his right hand towards He Shishen.

"It's the left hand." He Shishen immediately corrected the other party ignorant of current affairs, "You have to wear your left hand when accepting a marriage proposal. I've checked."

After saying this, Wen Rang didn't seem to be so moved, and even wanted to give the other party a kick.

"Hurry up, I can't wait."

Wen Rang lowered his right hand and stretched out his left.

He Shishen took out the ring, slowly inserted it into Wen Rang's middle finger, and kissed reverently.

Wen Rang hooked the other's hand, pulled He Shishen up, and took the bouquet of flowers.

This process went a little fast, so fast that it had nothing to do with what He Shishen had planned before, and it was even a little less grand. He Shishen originally imagined that he would cry, but it turned out to be a little too smooth.

He Shishen didn't care so much anymore, and finally said what he had planned for a long time, "Honey, let's kiss."

At this time, He Shishen was still a bit disheveled, his sleeves were still dusty, no matter how he looked, he looked like he had been beaten by a gang.

But this does not affect Wen Rang being called his wife and couldn't help but slap each other in the face in shame before continuing to kiss routinely.

Gujing Wubo finally agreed to Feiyang's domineering.

"People choose their favorite meaning from the poet's words." - Tagore "Gitanjali"

I choose my preferred meaning from the poet's words, but the ultimate meaning of the lines is to point to the beloved you.

The wedding date was finally set for the spring of the following year.

[The author has something to say: the plain is the truth]

☆, Congratulations on the 30th birthday of the second marriage

Stand firm Ever since the wedding date was set, Father He and Mother He hurriedly took off, as if they were preparing for the enthronement ceremony for the two of them.

In fact, less than half a month has passed since the proposal, and He Shishen even wanted to skip his own birthday.

If He Jiutang hadn't warmly invited the two of them to play at home to celebrate He Shishen's third birthday, Wen Rang probably wouldn't have been able to persuade He Shishen to have a good birthday.

He Jiutang has always been developing in the coastal area, and this is also the main area of ​​the He family, but it is not far from Q City, and brothers often visit each other frequently.

He Jiutang's house is located on a higher coast, and a person who did not want to reveal his name revealed that the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedrooms of He Jiutang and Mo Wenfeng faced the sea.

The two had sex in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and finally ran into someone else's aerial video by mistake. He Jiutang spent a huge amount of money to deal with this matter in a low-key manner.

He Shishen kept sharing some of He Jiutang's "life events" with Wen Rang on the way there, so that Wen Rang thought that the "person who didn't want to reveal his name" that He Shishen was talking about was himself.

As soon as the car drove into the vestibule of the yard, it first saw Mo Wenfeng waiting on the side.

After parking the car, the two carried their things and followed Mo Wenfeng into the house.

"Where did my brother go, why did you ask Brother Feng to pick us up?" He Shishen took out his special house shoes from the shoe cabinet and asked while changing them.

Mo Wenfeng put a brand new pair of shoes at Wen Rang's feet, "I'll let him go out to buy something, come back soon."

"What to buy? What do you want him to buy in person? Could it be?" He Shishen put aside Wen Rang's changed shoes, "I remember he did say that you spent a lot of money at night."

Wen Rang immediately kicked the opponent's calf from behind.

"..." Mo Wenfeng suddenly wanted to distance himself from the He family, "He's not in good health, and it's normal for him to spend a lot of money."

He Shishen raised his eyebrows, "Is he only 34?"

"Probably, don't ask me, if you want to ask, just ask the people outside." Mo Wenfeng took the things in Wen Rang's hand, and led them into the living room.

Just entering the living room, He Shishen immediately frowned when he saw He Yibai sitting on the sofa, "Yibai? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to celebrate your birthday with you." He Yibai was peeling yam sticks with a peeler in his hand.

He Shishen also put the things on the shelf beside him, "Let's get to the point."

He Yibai peeled off a long strip of medicine, "My parents forced me to go on a blind date, so I will hide."

"What's wrong with being married? Look at me and my eldest brother, is it any different after having a wife?" He Shishen took Wen Rang to sit down on the sofa, and intentionally slapped He Yibai across from him.

He Yibai looked at it with disdain, and said with relief: "You are magnificent, you are tall, you will be scolded if you don't dry your clothes in the morning, how can I bear it."

"Yibai, you can't think like this. Marriage is not the reason for depriving a man of happiness, but self-sacrifice is. Look at me, who looks radiant, does she look younger than you?" He Shishen picked up An orange on the table begins to peel.

"Then you have to be restrained." He Yibai threw the peeled yam skin into the trash can, "You can't just abuse your personal power just because you heard that brother humiliated you."

"How can you say that in front of your sister-in-law." He Shishen put the peeled orange into Wen Rang's hands, "He let me down? I'll be fine if he doesn't peel it."

Wen Rang threw the oranges back into He Shishen's hands, picked up the yam strips that He Yibai had peeled, and followed Mo Wenfeng into the kitchen.

After seeing the two of them enter the kitchen, He Shishen immediately asked He Yibai, "Did Mom and Dad really force you to go on a blind date?"

"Can this be fake?" He Yibai took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"Could it be that Mom and Dad think I'm unreliable and want to hand over the incense to you earlier." He Shishen broke the oranges and ate them.

He Yibai leaned back on the sofa, and said lazily, "Maybe."

"Then what do you mean? Do you think so? Should I say it or not, I often feel that the way you look at your sister-in-law is a little misty. If you think so, it will be difficult to maintain our brotherhood." He Shishen squeezed his chin Consider each other.

"You are much more exaggerated than your parents!" He Yibai immediately retorted, "I will give birth to a son and a daughter in a few years to make you jealous."

He Jiutang came back with a few big bags, and when he saw the two idlers in the living room, he immediately scolded: "You think this is a refuge! Do you still want to sit here and let my wife serve you!"

"What does this mean, my wife won't serve you?" He Shishen got up and went to pick up the things in He Jiutang's hand, "Yibai, did you hear that?"

Then the three of them entered the kitchen and pushed Wen Rang and Mo Wenfeng out.

"It's okay, this is what they deserve, let's go to the rooftop to clean up."

Mo Wenfeng led Wen Rang to the roof, seeing that they were planning to have some barbecue or something here, the two of them set up tables and chairs, and then sat down to rest.

The weather in November is already more than [-] degrees, but the roof of the building is covered with glass, and the room is heated. The two of them leaned back on the recliner and watched a projected movie, as if they were here for vacation, yes, they did vacation.

After He Yibai came up with the stove and other tools, he brought in ingredients, wiped his hands and sat down to rest.

"Are you done with your work?" Mo Wenfeng asked.

He Yibai fumbled for something in his pocket, "It's almost there, the two of them won't let me have more hands."

"Oh."

"Can I smoke here?" He Yibai took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Yes." Mo Wenfeng thought for a while, "Give me one."

After He Yibai took out one by himself, he handed the whole pack of cigarettes to Mo Wenfeng, and after Mo Wenfeng took one out and put it in his mouth, Wen Rang also took out one on his own.

"Come on, light the fire."

The three of them passed the lighter and finished lighting the cigarettes, then reclined on the sun loungers together and began to puff.

When He Jiutang came up with the tableware, seeing the rising smoke, he thought that someone was gathering here to take drugs.

"Smoking again!" He Jiutang took the cigarette from Mo Wenfeng's hand from behind and put it in his mouth, "How much do you need to smoke a day to be full?"

"It's not your turn to care about me." Mo Wenfeng took another one from the table and put it in his mouth, "Yibai, lighter."

"Don't give it to him." He Jiutang cast a hostile look at the person holding the lighter, then bent down, the cigarette in his mouth touched the one in Mo Wenfeng's mouth, and another cigarette lit up after a while.

So when He Shishen came up, he saw four people smoking there.

"Hey, hey, how can you imitate them." He Shishen took away the nearly burnt cigarette in Wen Rang's hand, "Stop smoking."

Wen Rang didn't want to give He Shishen any face, so he almost slapped him, but then he thought it was his birthday, so he endured it.

The stove was lit, and the temperature on the baking board gradually increased, and several people put raw food on it, making a sizzling sound.

But in the end, everyone seemed to have forgotten the original intention of celebrating He Shishen's birthday, and only remembered to drink and eat meat, and those who didn't drink well quickly blushed.

"Brother, you don't understand. I really can't forget her for so many years. If I was a little older, I might not even dare to go to her wedding." Talk about the past.

When a man is drunk, he often likes to talk about three things: the country, the war, and the people he loved.

He Shishen drank half a glass, "Yo, you're not very old, you're having fun, forbidden love."

"It's not good for you to say that you miss someone, you, you have to miss your university teachers, you say what you think about, can they take a fancy to you." He Jiutang added more wine to several people.

He Yibai had no one to rely on, so he bowed and hugged his knees and lay on the side, "You guys are going smoothly, you must not understand, forget it, I'll go back and rest, brother, happy thirty."

Wen Rang was also half drunk, leaning on the side in a daze.

"Pillow my back." He Shishen circled Wen Rang's waist, "I'll have a drink with my eldest brother and sister-in-law."

Wen Rang nodded, leaned on the other person's back and closed his eyes to rest.

"Qing Feng, you are also drunk, you go back to your room first, Shi Shen and I will talk about it later."

Mo Wenfeng hummed, and before leaving, he gave a warning: "After taking a shower, hang the clothes to dry before going to bed."

"Go, go, go."

"You're so afraid to ask Brother Feng." He Shishen didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear that the people behind him would wake up.

He Jiutang opened another bottle of wine, "How dare you not be afraid, if he really escapes, I won't be able to find him until I die."

"How could he run away?" He Shishen shrank in his heart, but he was also very scared.

He Jiutang cupped his hands and rubbed his face, "It can't be the same thing, I'm afraid it's the same thing, by the way, how are the preparations for the wedding going?"

"My parents are taking care of it. We don't want the two of us to interfere too much. I think it's a bit too grand." He Shishen filled his glass with wine.

"You are already thirty, it's hard for them not to pay attention." He Jiutang smiled, "I wish you a happy wedding in advance."

"Some people say I look like a second marriage."

The two brothers drank until almost eleven o'clock before going back to their rooms.

Wen Rang was already half asleep and half awake, and when He Shishen carried him back, he didn't have much memory.

"Honey, do you want to take a bath? Or just sleep?" He Shishen asked beside the bed.

Wen Rang opened his eyes, squinted them again, and nodded after a long time. The alcohol was gone, and Wen Rang came back from the shower already feeling refreshed.

"You go to sleep and wait for me, I'll wash right away."

After He Shishen entered the bathroom, Wen Rang took out a set of clothes from the luggage bag and put them on quickly.

About 10 minutes later, He Shishen came out wrapped in a robe.

"Wen Rang, you, why are you dressed like this." He Shishen stood at the door of the bathroom, not daring to walk over.

The person sitting by the bed was also a little embarrassed, looking down at his feet.

"Is this a gift?"

He Shishen walked towards the other party step by step, squatting halfway in front of Wen Rang, "This is your high school uniform?"

Wen Rang turned his face away and nodded.

"Still struggling with that matter?" He Shishen asked while holding the opponent's face.

In fact, Wen Rang was not only entangled, but even a little regretful. Most probably because of Song Li's premature existence, he felt that he and He Shishen were blank.

"It's okay, we still have seven or eighty years." He Shishen touched the fabric of the school uniform, "You wear this, I seem to be bullying high school students."

In fact, they couldn’t buy the school uniforms of their class for a long time. Wen Rang only wore similar colors, just a pair of navy blue trousers with two white stripes. tie.

He Shishen half stood up, bowed down, Wen Rang propped his elbows on the couch, and leaned back.

"What's in the pocket?" He Shishen touched Wen Rang's front pocket, "Glasses? Yours?"

Wen Rang nodded. In fact, he has always been a little short-sighted, but he doesn't need to wear glasses every day, so he hasn't worn glasses for many years.

"You want me to say something." He Shishen took out his glasses, "Don't move."

Wen Rang closed his eyes, He Shishen knelt on his knees, pinched the legs of his glasses, and put them on the bridge of Wen Rang's nose.

"Can you see it?"

Wen Rang opened his eyes, through the glasses, the person in front of him could see more clearly, and nodded slightly.

"Shake it up, will the glasses fall off?"

Wen Rang blinked his eyes and moved his lips, as if to say: No.

"Then I'll see if I can do it." The tip of He Shishen's nose touched the tip of the other's nose, and his four lips bit together.

The lingering body fluid was brought to the lower neck, and human psychology has always been very strong. In He Shishen's opinion, Wen Rang was a bit young, and he really looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Dress and wear!" He Shishen stopped Wen Rang from unbuttoning his hand, "It's fine to hang it halfway on your body."

The robe on He Shishen's waist fell to the ground in a straight line, and he picked it up and walked to the window.

"I don't know if this room can see the sea."

Pulling open the curtains with one hand, what greets the eyes is the dark and waveless sea.

"Hold on."

Wen Rang propped his hands on the glass surface, and the glass soon became white mist due to Wen Rang's exhaled breath.

"Why do you like wearing pants with strings so much?"

"If I were a teacher, shouldn't you say happy birthday teacher to me at this time?"

The shirt hanging diagonally covered Wen Rang's back groove, leaving only his upper shoulders exposed.

"It's okay, I'll hold you."

"Look at the boat on the sea?" He Shishen pressed against the opponent's back, his voice was as steady as if he didn't have anything.

Wen Rang's palm kisses were added to the glass, and the exhaled air blurred the glass again and again.

"Honey, I'm going to stain your school uniform."