Father An bought a small western-style building, the new furniture has been put in place, the water and electricity have been connected, and he made an appointment with the moving company to move things tomorrow.
In the evening, the whole family was busy packing their belongings. Wen Ai dug out the old things piled up in the corners of the room, rolled up the third elementary school Chinese volume, the cards that came with the little raccoon noodles, and all kinds of dust. rusty toy...
With just one glance, Wen Ai immediately remembered the stories behind these gadgets.
This is the third volume of Chinese, strictly speaking, it belongs to Yue Xiao. He lost his own copy somewhere, and was panting in anxiety during class. Yue Xiao pushed the book onto his desk without saying a word. Stand up and tell the Chinese teacher that I have lost the book, and I will read this lesson with my deskmate for the time being, and go to the bookstore to buy a new one on weekends.
In the eyes of the children, if they lose everything, they will be ashamed, but Yue Xiao can bear it all by himself.
There are also these small cards, which were popular to collect at that time. If anyone holds a large stack in his hand, it will be as frightening as holding a stack of banknotes. Yue Xiao refused to let him eat crispy noodles, saying it was unhealthy, but he turned around and bought dozens of packs, took out the card and gave it to him, and gave the rest of the crispy noodles to his classmates.
As for this pile of toys, just the two big water guns at the top made him and Yue Xiao spend the whole night thinking on the balcony facing the wall...
Wen Ai has been in a daze for a long time looking at the old things in front of him. It has been six years since he came to this world, but why does every bit and every drop seem to be related to Yue Xiao
"What are you in a daze for?" Yue Xiao emptied the closet, walked over to look at the big box on the ground, and squatted down beside Wen Ai, "If you want these old toys, take them away."
Wen Ai turned her head and glared at Yue Xiao.
You see, this man came to meddle in his affairs again!
The two packed up until very late before going to bed.
Thirteen or fourteen-year-old children are just at the age of jumping up to height. The comfortable and spacious bed they slept in when they were young is already a bit cramped for them now. If they want their bodies not to hang out of the bed, they can only lie down shoulder to shoulder.
Yue Xiao found that Wen Ai didn't just touch the pillow like usual, so he asked softly, "Can't sleep?"
Wen Ai opened his eyes and looked at the outline of the ceiling fan above his head: "I missed it a bit, I'm not sleepy anymore."
Yue Xiao tentatively asked, "Then shall I chat with you?"
Wen Ai said casually: "What are you talking about?"
"You can talk about anything you want." Yue Xiao thought for a while, "Let's talk about the future, what do you want to do in the future?"
"Why do I need to tell you?" Wen Ai turned over and looked at his side face, "Tell me yours first, and then I'll decide whether to say it or not."
Yue Xiao laughed, turned over to face him, and said brightly, "I want to be a soldier."
Wen Ai: "Why?"
Yue Xiao said passionately: "Defend the family and the country, protect those who want to protect."
Wen Ai "cut": "He's just a poor soldier."
Yue Xiao froze for a moment: "Then what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to learn from you. I want to study hard and earn a lot of money when I go to college in the future." Wen Ai paused, "But I actually want to be lazy at home, do nothing, and open my mouth with clothes and food..."
Looking at Wen Ai's delicate face, Yue Xiao realized that he really should enjoy the latter kind of life.
Regarding his dream, Yue Xiao was slightly shaken.
The two chatted intermittently for a while, Wen Ai's voice gradually lowered, and finally snored until he fell asleep.
Yue Xiao opened his eyes and didn't want to sleep. They will divide the room when they arrive at the new house. Maybe they will never have the chance to sleep in the same bed with his younger brother. He wants to take advantage of this time to see how cute his younger brother is when he is asleep.
The small western-style building bought by An's father has two floors, Wen Ai's and Yue Xiao's rooms are both on the second floor, right next to each other.
On the first night of living in the new home, Wen Ai lay on the big bed tossing and turning, tossing and turning pancakes.
After sharing the bed with Yue Xiao for so long, now suddenly there is nothing around him, no sense of solidity at all.
Wen Ai suffered from insomnia until early in the morning, and the desire to urinate had accumulated. He put on his clothes and prepared to drain the water. Just as he walked out of the room, the door opposite him opened.
"Haven't slept yet?" Yue Xiao walked up to him, "I slept so late last night, aren't you sleepy today?"
"I..." Wen Ai frowned and thought for a while, "I recognize the bed!"
Yue Xiao nodded thoughtfully.
After going to the bathroom, Wen Ai was about to go back to the upstairs room when Yue Xiao came out of the kitchen with the milk and handed it to him: "Here, drink it so you can sleep."
"Wait a minute." Wen Ai wiped the water off his hands with a tissue before taking the glass, "It's a bit hot."
"I used the newly bought milk pot for the first time, so I didn't manage the timing well." Yue Xiao said, "You should warm your hands for a while, and drink it when it cools down."
Wen Ai nodded: "Oh."
The two stood at the stairs, Wen Ai leaned on the handrail of the wooden stairs, and blew into the cup: "Why didn't you sleep?"
Yue Xiao smiled frankly: "I'm not used to sleeping alone all of a sudden."
Wen Ai came up with an idea: "Then you put the pillow next to you and pretend there is someone."
"Okay, I'll try it when I get back." Yue Xiao pointed at the milk with his chin, "The temperature is almost up, drink it while it's hot."
Wen Ai lowered his head and took a sip, smashed his mouth, his eyes lit up: "It's so sweet!"
"Do you like it?" Yue Xiao smiled at him, "I added two spoonfuls of honey into it."
"Yeah!" Wen Ai nodded, and drank gulp.
The sweetness of honey and the rich milk flavor melt together, and for a sweet lover like Wen Ai, every bite is effervescent.
With the last two sips left, Wen Ai was a little reluctant to drink, shook the milk at the bottom of the glass, and looked up at Yue Xiao in front of him.
Can Yue Xiao not understand what this means
"I'm too full to sleep later." Yue Xiao coaxed, "I'll heat it up for you tomorrow night, how hot it is."
Yue Xiao strictly controlled Wen Ai's diet, Wen Ai knew that tonight was over, so he poured the remaining milk into his mouth while it was still hot.
Back in the room, Wen Ai felt tired slowly, but there was still something missing, he thought for a while, took a pillow by his side and pretended to be there, and then fell asleep steadily.
During the Chinese New Year, An's father and mother invited relatives to their home for a New Year's Eve dinner, half for reunion, half for housewarming celebrations, all kinds of uncles, aunts, uncles, uncles, grandparents, and grandma filled the room, and eight out of ten people were dressed in red , Lively and festive.
After dinner, the whole family gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Wen Ai and Yue Xiao were caught by the Seven Aunts and Eight Aunts, and asked them to perform a performance, and only gave red envelopes if they performed well.
How old is Wen Ai? After so many years, he would rather not have that little lucky money if he had to have a national standard with Yue Xiao in front of so many people, so facing Yue Xiao's hand, he gave it to him without hesitation. Shot back.
Adults love to tease a child, and the shyer he is, the more rowdy his relatives will be.
In the end, it was the uncle who came out and stomped his walking stick: "Okay, the children are already half-grown, just say an auspicious word!"
After the elders spoke, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao had a smooth New Year greeting and received red envelopes.
As soon as the money was in hand, Wen Ai immediately went out to set off firecrackers and play, Yue Xiaolei stayed by his side unmovingly, An's mother chased them to the door, and told them not to go too far and be careful.
The canteen in the community set up a stall at the entrance to sell firecrackers every New Year's Eve. The two stood in front of the stall to choose. Wen Ai inherited the wealth of "buying, buying, buying" from An's father, and what he bought was relatively high risk. , he glanced at Yue Xiao next to him, and was immediately amused: "Why are you so timid? Just pick some three-year-olds to play with."
Yue Xiao didn't refute, and pointed to Wen Ai and himself to the boss: "Our money will be counted together."
These two big bags of firecrackers cost a lot, half of the New Year's money in Yue Xiao's pocket was spent before it was warmed up.
Wen Ai was in a good mood during the Chinese New Year, lifted his bag, and raised the corners of his mouth at Yue Xiao: "Thank you!"
In the open space of the community, many people gathered in twos and threes to set off firecrackers, including adults and children. The ground has already been covered with a layer of red artillery shells, which are all leftovers from the bombing. It feels special to step on it.
Not far away, a group of people hung a long string of firecrackers on a tree branch, lit the fuse with a match, and ran away covering their ears.
Gray and white smoke floated over, smelling full of "year flavor".
Wen Ai picked up a spacious place, took out a kick that was thicker than his five fingers combined, and excitedly wanted to put it down.
Yue Xiao took away his lighter and second kicker: "I'll light it for you."
"No." Wen Ai looked at his empty hands, then turned to ask Yue Xiao, "If you order for me, then why should I play? Your behavior made me want to pee, but you got into the toilet first and said It's like helping me pee."
Yue Xiao was amused by his description, took out a firework stick from his bag, lit it and handed it to him: "You play with this."
Wen Ai danced twice with the firework stick, looking at the bright tracks drawn in the air, feeling a bit uneasy: "What's there to play with this?"
As he said that, he threw away the pyrotechnic stick and took out a new one.
"This is dangerous." Yue Xiao took it away again, "If you want to hear the sound, I will let it go for you."
"Why do you keep robbing me!" Wen Ai lost his temper, "I'm going to let it go!"
Yue Xiao coaxed patiently: "It's easy to hurt your hands."
"Then why don't you blow your hands?" Wen Ai kicked the extinguished pyrotechnic stick on the ground, "Don't talk about that, this thing is not considered a firecracker."
Yue Xiao gave him a small paper box: "This counts."
Wen Ai looked down through the streetlight—
Throw the cannon.
It can make a sound when it falls on a hard object, and the volume is extremely low.
A must-have for three-year-olds during Chinese New Year.
Wen Ai took a long time to raise his head, and stretched out his hand to Yue Xiao calmly: "Give me two more boxes."
Yue Xiao rummaged through the bag, gave him all the remaining nine boxes, and added desperately: "Play slowly."
Wen Ai opened the carton without saying a word, and poured all the cannons into the pockets of the cotton-padded jacket, both on the left and right sides.
He looked up at Yue Xiao, stepped back a little distance, grabbed a throwing cannon and threw it at Yue Xiao's feet.
"I told you not to let me play two kicks! I told you to stuff me with broken cannons!" Wen Ai opened his bow with both hands at the same time, smashing one after another, crackling and exploding until Yue Xiao had nowhere to stay. "Blow up you bully!"
The throwing cannon was not very powerful, but it couldn't withstand Wen Ai's siege like a torrential rain. Yue Xiao jumped around and dodged, his usual serious and sensible image collapsed to nothing, he was indescribably embarrassed and funny .
Wen Ai looked at him like that, and suddenly burst out laughing with a "puchi", and the pent-up breath in his heart was instantly relieved.
It happened that all the cannons in his pocket were gone, so Wen Ai stood there with his hands in his hands and laughed at him.
Yue Xiao didn't hide anymore, and stopped a few steps away from Wen Ai, his gaze was firmly drawn to him.
There are two bright red lanterns hanging on the window of the house next door. The red light reflects Wen Ai in the distance, and there is a smile dancing on the delicate face. The smile is really warm and beautiful.
Yue Xiao's heart suddenly beat fast.
bang bang bang bang bang—
It almost stopped.