tall rose

Chapter 36 XXXVI

The disadvantage of the cold weather is that it takes a lot of time to put on and take off clothes every day; and there is no heating in the room, so you have to maintain layers of armor even when you enter the door.

There is no heating, which is really not a wonderful thing for them, which is neither south nor north but belongs to the southern boundary in terms of geographical planning.

The two brothers simply put an extra layer of quilt on the bed, and it will be warmer to sleep on, like a cloud that has been exposed to the sun.

But sitting at the square table and reading calculations is still a torment.

Even though he was fully armed, it was still... cold.

Yang Sheng rubbed his hands unconsciously, but his palms were still cold, which even made his thinking slow down a little.

Xia Zang got up at some point, hugged the fully charged hand warmer, stuffed it into his arms, frowned when it touched his fingertips and said, "Your hands are so cold."

"No way, it will be like this in winter." Yang Sheng obediently held Xia Zang's hand, Xia Zang's body temperature was high, and it was as warm as a hand warmer.

"Then what do you do at school? You said that your teacher doesn't allow students to hold hand warmers in class." Xia Zang simply clasped his hands, "Do you want to buy a pair of gloves again? But wearing gloves Affects writing."

After rambling on for a while, I couldn't think of a way to get the best of both worlds.

Yang Sheng didn't expect any solution, but he really liked being held by Xia Zang, so when he listened to his rambling, a layer of warmth flooded into his heart.

"What are you smirking at?" Xia Zang lowered his head, and the tip of his nose quickly touched Yang Sheng.

"Smile, I'll go to bed later, I have a bigger hand warmer to hug." Yang Sheng took the opportunity to "tweet" the man's lips.

"You're used to it." Xia Zang said with disgust, but in reality his hands had been dishonestly reaching into his sleeves, holding the same cold wrist, "Hurry up and do the handwritten exercises, and I'll test your vocabulary again on the bed. "

"Brother, you are seducing me." Yang Sheng pretended to be wronged, and the ending sound hooked the cunning unique to teenagers.

"Then you still take the bait?" Xia Zang shook his wrist lightly, and asked with a smile.

Seeing the young boy looking at him with bright eyes, he had no choice but to return the favor, and once again "tweeted" on the man's lips.

This season of winter is the best time to chat with your sweetheart.

Will not get bored.

In fact, when the weather just got colder, when Xia Zang proposed to sleep with Yang Sheng in his arms, the little hamster flatly refused.

For this reason, he was still sad for a while, and said, "Why don't you want to get close to me again?"

"Brother, it's one thing to be close, but it's another thing to be cold." The little hamster wrapped up the quilt tightly, not giving up an inch of ground.

Xia Zang didn't say anything to him, just pulled the quilt away and hugged him over.

Vomiting, hands and feet are cold, comparable to Bing Tuo Zi.

No wonder they dare not come over.

Xia Zang brought his hands together to his heart, and at the same time restrained those feet that were kicking wildly trying to escape with the bend of his legs.

"Hey, don't move." Xia Zang blew softly against the man's ear, "It's easier to fall asleep if it's warmer."

"I lost to you." After struggling for a while, Yang Sheng was forced to maintain this position, mumbled softly, "I'm not a child."

"But no matter how you say it, you're still two months younger than me." Xia Zang said, holding Yang Sheng's hand from the waistline up, pressing on the scar again relentlessly.

Yang Sheng didn't move, he was as obedient as a cat.

"Yao Yao, is your birthday on June 24?" For a while, Xia Zang felt that he was about to fall asleep, but while he was still a little conscious, he asked Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng was also half asleep and half awake: "Well, the day when I checked the results of the college entrance examination...is my birthday."

That's not bad.Xia Zang smiled, and originally wanted to say that I would give you a present on your birthday.

But this is nonsense, of course you have to give gifts on your birthday.

It's just that during the two years since he left home, he never prepared any more gifts for Yang Sheng; even when he was at home before, the gifts were just to perfuse the elders in the family.

But Yang Sheng seemed to like the things he bought casually. That day he saw that Yang Sheng was rarely practicing calligraphy, so he took out a red carp-patterned fountain pen from the interlayer of the pencil case, and asked him for ink.

"This pen looks familiar." Xia Zang said casually while looking for ink bottles all over the room.

There is ink in the rental house, and he used it all the time in his freshman year of high school; but when the workload increased, he didn't bother to clean and fill the ink, so he just used a ballpoint pen.

"The one you gave me, doesn't it look familiar?" Yang Sheng smiled from the side, "It's a birthday present."

Xia Zang saw the dusty ink bottle in the corner of the bookshelf, but he didn't take it immediately, and he didn't turn his head to look at Yang Sheng immediately.

He asked, "Do you like it very much?"

"To be honest, I don't think I like it." Yang Sheng said frankly.

Xia Zang's heart froze, and when he turned his head away, Yang Sheng was looking at him with a playful tenderness: "Because your aesthetics are too worrying, brother."

The pen of the big red carp is Chinese style if you say it nicely; it is the aesthetics of farmhouse music if you say it is down-to-earth.

Xia Zang thought, and couldn't help laughing: "Sorry, I shouldn't be so perfunctory."

"It's okay, after all I was more perfunctory than you back then." Yang Sheng approached him.

"It's okay, the coil is really easy to use." Xia Zang said, looking back at those black eyes.

"I really want to kiss you right now." Yang Sheng put his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly, "I really want to."

Speaking of the relationship between the two of them before, it was really wonderful.

Obviously keeping a distance on purpose, but it can't be called annoying.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t keep the aesthetically worrisome fountain pen, and I wouldn’t be used to transcribing poems in a coil book since then.

But next year's June 24th will be Yang Sheng's birthday.

Xia Zang is unwilling to be perfunctory, and of course he will not be perfunctory.

Trembling.

Even if there are about [-] people in the classroom, the carbon dioxide exhaled has a subtle warmth, but it is only a degree or two higher than that outside.

In general, still cold; shivering with cold.

Yang Sheng was wrapped in four layers of clothes, feeling unable to withstand the penetration of the cold; when he didn't need to take notes, he huddled in the corner with his hands in his pockets, like a crooked little old man.

"You're so afraid of the cold, why don't you stick a baby warmer under your clothes?" Haoyue kindly handed him a piece, and Jiang Yanxu over there had already stuck it on, proving to Yang Sheng that the baby warmer was really warm.

Yang Sheng shook his hand to reject Sister Yue's kindness, and smiled apologetically: "Thank you, but I'm still not used to posting this."

It’s not that Xia Zang didn’t buy it for him before, and he patiently helped him stick it on the clothes close to him, but when the heat surged up, Yang Sheng nervously tore off the warm baby that had just exerted its effect, and threw it into the garbage can.

"Don't." Seeing Xia Zang's gaze looking over, wrapped in concern and doubt, Yang Sheng still muttered to himself, repeating, "Don't."

The heat source that sticks to the skin through the cloth will always remind him of the boiling water that poured down his back, the scorching heat that can't be torn off.

The source of his scars.

Lost his composure, in front of Xia Zang, but Xia Zang didn't mean to blame him.

"Then don't post it." Xia Zang coaxed him softly, and simply pushed aside those unopened warm babies, and hugged him completely, "Don't be afraid."

Fear?It was only then that Yang Sheng realized that he was shaking like chaff just because he put on a baby warmer.

"It's just... a conditioned reflex." Yang Sheng gritted his teeth and explained with a smile.

Xia Zang swept his eyelashes lightly, and then revealed his light brown eyes, "Have you experienced anything?"

Oh, yes, he is a science student, so he naturally knows how conditioned reflexes are produced.

Yang Sheng's throat was sore, but he still swallowed his emotions and said: "When I was a child, I was naughty and burned my back when I spilled boiling water, so I don't like to be close to hot things."

In fact, there is no need to tell Xia Zang this lie.Yang Sheng bit the tip of his tongue, not understanding why he flinched.

"Oh..." Xia Zang responded slowly, relying on the familiar route, covering the scar with his hand, "I'm a little confused, shouting, how did you turn over the boiling water by yourself and burn your back? "

Yang Sheng bit his tongue, and explained vaguely: "The water bottle is on the table. I bumped into the table, and the water bottle rolled down, pouring water down my back."

"Hiss." Xia Zang gasped, as if he had been scalded again, "Why are you so careless?"

"It was a lot of fun when I was young." Yang Sheng smiled indifferently, but in order to satisfy a certain vacancy in his heart, he carefully collected the sympathy from the corners of Xia Zang's eyes and brows.

I can't collect enough, and I can't see enough.

"When I met you, you were very obedient." Xia Zang said, with a trace of nostalgia on his face.

Yang Sheng didn't know how he left such an unrealistic impression on his brother, but he still told him: "I was 11 years old at that time, and I had already grown up."

But Xia Zang laughed and said, "Children."

Not allowing him to refute, he kissed the corner of his mouth and added: "Little friend."

It seems that if you let go of your mind and think about other things, your body will become much warmer.

The class bell rang again, and Yang Sheng didn't have time to get up, so Lao Lu wore his winter-limited knee-length gray coat and rushed in with his test papers and textbooks under his arms.

The eyes behind the silver-rimmed glasses scanned the classroom with precision, then stood on the podium and patted the scroll, "It's class, you're all sober, even though it's winter, what's the matter with curling up?"

"Look at what is written on that board. There are 198 days until the college entrance examination. The time is so fast. If you are not sober, you still have to take the college entrance examination!"

As usual, Lao Lu has always been so energetic in the pre-class lectures.

Yang Sheng, who was attacked indiscriminately, sat up straight with difficulty, thinking that at a young age, he was not as energetic as an old man with a head covered in grandma gray, so he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

What is the high school entrance examination, the college entrance examination.

But you have to cheer up.

But it was obvious that Lao Lu's words only had an effect on him.

Jiang Yanxu rubbed his eyes: "Kao, what roast? Barbecue?"

Haoyue quickly found her material book again: "I have to say, Lao Lu's body is really good-looking, and he has the demeanor of a big brother in the world. Alas, it's because he has long legs that he dares to wear it like this! But it's not cold. Is it?"

Yang Sheng selectively ignored the dazed listlessness over there, and felt that it was important to rescue the bewildered human observer in front of him first.

As soon as the words came out, it was: "Sister Yue, I want to read your material book."

"You can read it." Haoyue was not stingy about this, "One yuan is one yuan to read one page, a total of 180 nine pages, give Teacher Yang a zero, and you will charge one hundred and eighty."

"...With this talent, why can't you improve your math?" Yang Sheng asked sincerely.

And their small movements naturally couldn't escape Lao Lu's piercing eyes on the podium, "Yang Sheng, Qiu Guanghaoyue, stand up!"

The duo at the same table looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and mouthed together, "It's all your fault."

That is, he stood up obediently and reluctantly.

The movement was too loud, which frightened Jiang Yanxu, who was dozing off and fishing next to him, and the silly boy also stood up with the two tablemates.

Lao Lu frowned: "Jiang Yanxu, what are you doing?"

Anyway, the silly boy is not really stupid. When he stood up, he found that the whole class got up by himself and the two at the same table. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and replied to the teacher, "I stood up and woke up. I just dozed off. "

It was in line with the core spirit of old Lu Fangcai's speech, which caused Lao Lu to show a "gratified" smile: "Well, the three of you just stand in one class."

Yang Sheng looked away at the wall, Haoyue looked up at the ceiling, only Xiao Jiang couldn't figure out what was going on: "Huh...huh?"

A good friend should share the blessings and share the difficulties.

But after class, Haoyue showed Yang Sheng and Jiang Yanxu her material book for free.

"I've been writing since I was a freshman in high school." Haoyue explained, "I plan to use this as the original material to publish a collection of essays in the future."

"You can call those years, your lost youth." Yang Sheng teased, he scanned the beautiful words on the girl's book, thinking that it was more than two years.

No, it will be three years soon.

Lao Lu emphasized that today is 198 days away from the college entrance examination.

The leading number changed from "2" to "1", which made people a little excited and flustered.

"No, it's too hypocritical." Haoyue curled her lips in disgust, "I'm going to call it the 'Human Behavior Award'."

"Or 'Five classes, a place rich in living sand sculptures'." Jiang Yanxu on the other side also offered suggestions without pretentiousness.

"Hey, this one is good." Haoyue clapped her hands and smiled, "It will be published by then, and I will give you a signed edition."

"Then I have to find a good place to confess to you." Yang Sheng laughed.

"I want to burn incense and ring the bell too, and I will never neglect it." Jiang Yanxu took over not to be outdone.

Haoyue simply raised her hand, clapping to the left and right respectively, "Suddenly I don't want to give it away anymore, you guys should buy it."

"Hardcover edition, buy me ten sets for each person."

Sister Yue's business plan is crackling, and the plan is working~

Xia Zang didn't wait outside the classroom for a long time, when a little hamster that lived like a fluffy ball broke into his sight.

There are many people around, noisy and crowded.

They just looked at each other and smiled, walking side by side like ordinary friends into the crowd.

I want to share my shoulders, but they are both carrying schoolbags, which is inconvenient.

Holding hands is the best, but they are all boys, holding hands seems unreasonable; and it is cold, so it is warmer in your pocket.

So the sense of loss in my heart welled up, tossing and turning.

Xia Zang bit his lip, but he also knew that he couldn't tell the world about his relationship with Yang Sheng.

After finally leaving the school gate, the flow of people dispersed along the surrounding roads, and they were able to get closer.

The evergreen trees above his head rustled in the cold wind, Xia Zang pulled Yang Sheng's clothes, the soft down felt good.

"What's wrong, brother?" Yang Sheng turned his head to look at him.

Xia Zang was at a loss for words for a while, but he was reluctant to let go while pulling at the corner of the man's clothes.

He was rescued by the sudden song of a bird, singing a melodious tone in the woods on the road.

Xia Zang took advantage of the situation and snorted: "Jiujiu."

It means I want to kiss you.

"Jiujiu~" Yang replied in a statement.

I want to kiss you too.

The author has something to say:

Huh, it's winter soon~

I hope I can write about their spring before the summer here on my side...