street people

After Sun Yanshi experienced what it means to "take the blame for oneself" in the early morning of the first day of the new year, he soon realized what it meant to "trap oneself in a cocoon".

At the end of the first time, he collapsed on the bed as if he had melted, and let Lang Song help him clean up and wipe his body with a hot towel.

One with the hands and the other with the legs, it didn't take much effort. After cleaning up, the two of them leaned against the bedside and chatted in an ambiguous aftertaste.

Sun Yanshi talked about his work plan and was out of touch with the workplace for two years. It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid or worried, but now he has a strong backing and great courage.He also has confidence in his abilities, but it just takes a while to get used to.

Lang Song also talked about his plan, his dream is to open a restaurant, but it is impossible to open a store on the spot so recklessly, and he can't pay for the lease of the store in one go.So he wants to go to the night market to rent a stall in the next year, and try to open a food stall like his cousin. Even if he loses money in the end, he will not lose too much. If the business is good, he will call the monkey to help him, so that he can have a stable life. work.

Sun Yanshi kissed the thin callus on Lang Song's palm and said, "You will succeed."

The two realistically imagined their life in the new year, and encouraged and supported each other.

While chatting, the topic suddenly turned to the runhuaji that hadn't arrived yet. Sun Yanshi asked if it had been delivered and when it would arrive. Lang Song hesitated and said it had been delivered.

He was evil-minded, played with Lang Song's fingertips, and said deliberately: "You call me Brother, and Lang Yue calls me Dad, then we are in chaos..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked tightly, he was teasing Lang Song with his mouth, but his body was teased by Lang Song instead.He lay on the edge of the bed in shame, his legs were forced to clamp tightly, and all the uncontrollable voices were muffled by the pillow.

After it was over, Sun Yanshi fell into a state of loss of soul, feeling his heart was filled with something, as if it was about to overflow, and in a trance, he felt as if his chest had been hollowed out, and the feeling of emptiness made his throat tight and his nose sore.

He wandered blankly in this contradiction between satisfaction and emptiness, until Lang Song lifted the quilt and lay beside him, holding him in his arms, and finally found the sense of satisfaction.He squinted his eyes to see Lang Song's sharp jaw, and said hoarsely, "Good night."

A hand with a hard and thin callus was placed on his waist, gently kneading, and he heard Lang Song answering him in a half-dream and half-awake: "Good night, my baby."

The next day, Sun Yanshi opened his sore eyes amid a sharp pain in his thigh. He didn't move, but turned his head to look at the end of the bed.

Lang Song was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside the bed, holding a small ointment in his hand, squeezed a little to the pulp of his fingers, and then gently rubbed it between his thighs, blowing out wisps of wind from his cheeks, probably It is to relieve the irritation of the ointment.

Even so, Sun Yanshi couldn't help but "hiss" when he was stimulated. It didn't hurt very much, but he was stung.

"Are you awake?" Lang Song moved to the head of the bed, brushed the messy hair on Sun Yanshi's forehead, "Does it hurt, are you hungry?"

"It hurts, I'm hungry." After opening his mouth, he realized that his throat was dry and sore. Sun Yanshi sat up with his arms propped up, cleared his throat, "What time is it?"

Lang Song picked up the water glass next to the bed to feed Sun Yanshi, and replied, "It's past eleven, and lunch is ready."

"Very hungry," Sun Yanshi lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, "I can eat three bowls of rice."

"Then wait for me for a while, and I'll get you a new set of pajamas."

As soon as Lang Song turned around, Sun Yanshi stood up with his shoes on. His waist and knees softened and he almost knelt down on the ground. His legs rubbed against each other. A burst of burning pain went straight to the sky. The pain made the veins in his neck tense and his temples throbbed.

Fortunately, Lang Song reacted quickly, immediately grabbed Sun Yanshi's waist, put him back on the bed, and asked nervously, "Where does it hurt?"

Sun Yanshi looked down and took a deep breath. The inside of his thigh was red, and there were not too obvious abrasion marks and small bleeding spots on closer inspection.Just now when Lang Song rubbed the medicine on him, he felt a tingling pain. It was only because Lang Song was overly nervous. Looking at it now, it is really impossible not to rub the medicine, and his waist is sore and his calves are shaking.

The scene of being upside down on this bed last night flashed in my mind, and the depressive humming echoed in my ears. Sun Yanshi's cheeks flushed, and a burst of blood surged up. I couldn't tell whether it was because of embarrassment or Because of something else.

"Does the sting hurt? I'll find you an ice pack, or blow it on for you? The pharmacist said that after the ointment is absorbed by the skin, it won't hurt so much." Lang Song looked at Sun Yanshi guiltily, "Sorry, I couldn't restrain myself..."

Sun Yanhui came back to his senses: "Fool, what are you talking about, I'm sorry." His head tilted into Lang Song's neck, and he added the second half of the sentence in a low voice, "Besides, I feel very good."

Lang Song couldn't speak nasty words, he hesitated twice, rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "That's good."

Sun Yanzhi curled the corners of his mouth, secretly reflecting on himself.The little pussy boy who was dipped in meat is like a wolf cub who has tasted meat for the first time. He is a bit fierce, but the two of them didn’t do anything out of the ordinary yesterday. Today, his waist is sore and his legs are weak. In the last step, what will he look like?

Disharmony in the bed will affect the relationship, right?

The two lingered in the room for a while. After the ointment on his legs dried up, Sun Yanshi got up and put on his clothes. Lang Song buttoned his pajamas. He suddenly said to himself: "Why don't you go to the gym next year? Sign up for private lessons?"

The voice was so soft that Lang Song couldn't hear clearly, and asked, "What class do you want to apply for? Do you want to take class?"

Sun Yanshi realized that he was talking to himself, and he was a little embarrassed, so he changed the topic: "I was wondering if I should enroll her in a dance class or something when Yueyue went to elementary school. ?”

"Brother..." A soft and cautious voice sounded, and then Lang Yue slightly pushed open the half-hidden door and poked her head in.

The two people who were sticking together in the room took half a step back at the same time, and Sun Yanshi waved to Langyue strong and calmly: "Baby, are you hungry?"

Langyue nodded and asked, "Father, is he hungry?" She walked into the room, and habitually opened her arms to Sun Yanshi for a hug.

Lang Song picked her up and said, "Eat immediately, let's go out first."

Sun Yanzhi let out a long breath.

Fortunately, today is the first day of the new year, and there is nothing to do, so I can be lazy at home all day.

The weather was fine. After lunch, Lang Song moved a single sofa to the floor-to-ceiling window, let Sun Yanshi bask in the sun, and cut a plate of fruit and put it in his hand.

Sun Yanshi looked at the guilt-ridden Lang Song, and laughed dumbly: "Don't be busy, I really have nothing to do."

Lang Song rolled his eyes and said, "You can bask in the sun for a while, call me for anything you want, and change my bed sheet and quilt cover."

Mentioning the crumpled bed sheet, Sun Yanshi had a picture in his mind and nodded silently.

The sun in the winter afternoon was warm and not dry. Sun Yanshi covered his stomach with the soft blanket that Lang Song brought him. He turned his head to look at Lang Yue who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet and leaning on soybeans watching cartoons. Sunshine and warmth.But when he thought of Lang Yue's life experience that was about to be revealed and his stubborn father who stayed in the nursing home, Sun Yanshi's eyes filled with deep sorrow, and he couldn't help but sighed.

People are always greedy. Yesterday they were satisfied with their current life, but today they yearn for a little more perfection.

The sigh caught Langyue's attention. She propped the tablet on the ground and pushed it in front of Huangdou, then got up and ran to Sun Yanshi's side, throwing herself on his lap: "Dad..."

The wound on his leg was crushed, and Sun Yanshi's whole body tensed up in pain, and he gritted his teeth to hold back a muffled groan.He took a breath, and then pretended to be innocent and asked, "What's the matter, do you want to bask in the sun together?"

Langyue shook her head, tried hard to encircle Sun Yanshi's whole body with her arms, raised her head and said sincerely: "Father, don't, I'm afraid of heights, Yueyue, protect you."

Her pronunciation was not standard, as if she was rolling her tongue, but Sun Yanzhi understood, but she didn't understand what it meant.

He frowned, suddenly came to his senses, and laughed with a "puchi".

At noon, Lang Yue caught him and Lang Song being intimate in the room. Probably the little girl asked something. Lang Song lied to her that he was afraid of heights and was staying with her. After all, they lived on the tenth floor.

He pinched Langyue's little cheek and said, "Then what should I do if I'm still afraid at night, let my brother stay with me?"

Langyue nodded seriously: "Okay!"

Lang Song changed the bedding in all three rooms, walked out of the room, and saw Sun Yanshi fell asleep with his head tilted, and Lang Yue leaned against Huang Dou, sleeping soundly.

He carried Lang Yue into the room, and then returned to the living room.

The bright and brilliant sunlight slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the half of Sun Yanshi's body near the window was bathed in the soft sunlight, and the fine hairs on his face were distinct.He squatted down, leaned over and kissed the tip of Sun Yanshi's nose lightly like a dragonfly touching water.

The stitches on the wound on his arm hadn't been removed yet, Lang Song didn't dare to mess around, and carefully helped Sun Yanshi to sit up.

Sun Yanshi woke up for a moment, and naturally grabbed Lang Song's shoulder.

Lang Song picked him up with one hand in the way of dragging his buttocks. Sun Yanzhi was thin, so it was easy for him.

Putting the man on the bed and tucking in the quilt, he took out a warm red envelope from his pocket and placed it beside Sun Yanshi's pillow.It was supposed to be given last night, but I didn't find a suitable opportunity, and I was afraid that Sun Yanshi would refuse in person.

Sun Yanshi took a deep sleep, and when he woke up, he was blinded by the dazzling red color beside the pillow. He chuckled and said to himself, "New Year's money?"

When I squeeze it, it doesn't feel right to the touch, it's thin and hard, and the size is wrong.He opened it and saw that there was a bank card inside.

At this time, the door lock was turned, and Lang Song pushed the door in, holding a red envelope in his hand.

The two looked at each other with blank eyes. After a while, they thought of something tacitly, and smiled at each other again.

Lang Song sat on the bed and asked, "Brother, what is this?"

Sun Yanshi glanced at it and replied, "New Year's money."

When eating at noon, he took advantage of Lang Song's inattention and put it in the front pocket of the other's sweater. He didn't expect to be discovered until now.There was no money in it, but two IOUs written to him by Lang Song, one for [-] and the other for [-].

Lang Song had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Brother, I dare not accept this New Year's money."

Sun Yanshi pinched the brand-new bank card without any scratches in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

Lang Song replied honestly: "An empty card with a balance of zero."

Sun Yanshi raised his eyebrows.

Lang Song continued: "All the money I earn in the future will be deposited into this card."

The corner of Sun Yanshi's mouth opened into a smile: "Take care of me?"

"Yes." Lang Song knew that Sun Yanshi didn't need him to support him, but he wanted to do it.

Sun Yanshi held the card in his hand: "Okay, I'll accept it, and you will also accept the IOU. A family doesn't need two money."

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the family of three spent another day at home, which was very pleasant.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Zheng Ye returned to his home from his parents, and Sun Yanshi, Lang Song, and Lang Yue came to visit with presents to celebrate the New Year.

Zheng Ye looked at Sun Yanshi's unnatural gait, and asked, "Did you cut your hemorrhoids?" After a pause, he added a long ending "Oh——" with an expression of "I understand" on my face. .

Sun Yanshi snorted and said, "It's a pity that those who celebrate the Chinese New Year can't swear."

In the afternoon, the two families sat in the sun on the balcony, ate melon seeds and chatted.Gan Tiantian bought a new set of clothes for Lang Yue, a beige sweater with a big red bow-knot suspender skirt, changed it for her, and then helped her rebraid her hair.

Zheng Ye looked at his son who was wearing the same style of red overalls in his arms, and was satisfied no matter how he looked, and joked with Lang Yue: "Yueyue, how about being my daughter-in-law in the future?"

Sun Yanshi glanced at little Zheng Ye who was gnawing on his fingers: "Your son's teeth are not even growing."

Zheng Ye chuckled: "This is called planning for a rainy day."

Sun Yanshi hit him: "Huhu likes Yueyue, Aunt Ding planned it earlier than you, and even made a pair of tiger-toed shoes for Yueyue."

"Damn!" Zheng Ye frowned, and said to Langyue, "That little fat man is so eloquent, like a thrush, my family, Chuanchuan, is steady."

Sun Yanshi continued: "Yueyue is five years older than Chuanchuan, who will protect whom in the future?"

Zheng Ye complained for his son: "What's wrong with being five years younger, sister and brother love, you and Lang Song are still 11 years apart."

Sun Yanshi was taken aback for a moment.

Gan Tingting glanced at Sun Yanzhi's expression, and was so angry that she hit Zheng Ye with a rubber band: "I'll sew a zipper on your mouth tonight."

Chuan Chuan thought his mother was playing with him, so he waved his hands and clapped happily.

Sun Yanshi watched the couple fight with a smile, picked Lang Song's palm under the table, and said, "I think the relationship between siblings is pretty good."

The next day, the two families went to Zhang Wu's house to pay New Year's greetings. The next few days were like going to a market, taking turns to pay New Year's greetings and have dinner together.

By the seventh day of the lunar new year, enterprises and units have resumed work one after another, and the year is basically over.

Sun Yanshi was having breakfast, and turned to Lang Song to tell Lang Song to go to the study to check the recruitment information.The phone by the table rang. He thought it was a push message. He glanced at it casually. After lazily looking away, his brain slowly converted the text he saw into a message. Show "Dad".

This number has not appeared in his mobile phone communication records for more than six years. Sun Yanshi blinked in disbelief and looked again. It was not a hallucination, it was indeed a message from his father.

wrong person?Touched by mistake?

His hands trembled a little, and he pressed his fingertips twice before successfully unlocking it. When he clicked on the message, a line of words came into his eyes.

[The little girl moved away with his brother? 】

Sun Yanshi stood up suddenly holding the phone, and walked back and forth a few steps in a daze, so excited that the pores all over his body stood up.

"What's wrong?" Lang Song worried, "What happened?"

Sun Yanshi grabbed Langyue's armpit, hugged her who was still eating eggs, and said happily: "Good thing, Xiaoyueyue, you are my lucky star!"

Sun Yanshi didn't even read the recruitment information, so he drove Langyue directly to the nursing home. He sent Langyue to the activity room to play with his father, then walked out of the nursing home and got into the car.

Lang Song sat in the co-pilot and waited, asking, "How is uncle?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was "How is your uncle doing?", but he thought it was impolite to ask.

Sun Yanshi smiled: "It's good, I'm very happy to see Yueyue." He clasped fingers with Lang Song and said, "Actually, I came over on New Year's Eve and told my dad about us, but I didn't tell anyone. It's you. After all, there is a difference in our age. I'm afraid that telling him all at once will irritate him. Today's message means that my dad's attitude has softened. I will tell him step by step, and I believe he will accept it. Let's come and see him together in the future." He thought greedily, "Maybe we can take him home."

Lang Song was very happy: "Okay."

Sun Yanshi said again: "Your parents are buried in Pingzhou, right? Let's go back and visit your parents before the Lantern Festival?"

"Okay," Lang Song said with a sore nose, "I'll take you home."

After a moment of silence, Sun Yanshi felt that now was the right time, and he coughed lightly: "There is one more thing I want to tell you."

In the quiet car, he told Lang Song about his suspicion that Xie Shuangyu was Lang Yue's biological mother.