Ying Tongchen stood there, watching him run farther and farther, his face sank.
He bent down and picked up the half of the chocolate and candy wrappers that had fallen on the ground, frowned, and threw them into the trash can next to him.
Then I took out a new piece from the box, opened it and stared at it for a while, is it really so unpalatable
He took a bite: "..."
He threw down the chocolate and rushed into the convenience store to buy a cup of hot coffee before suppressing the strange taste in his mouth.
He was walking down the street one after another when the phone rang.
He glanced at the caller and smiled: "Where did you go today?"
"I'm by the Seine right now." The old man said with a smile, "Listen, there are a lot of artists here."
Ying Tongchen listened to the singing of the street singers over there, and said with a smile: "It seems that you had a good time."
"Of course, it's natural to have fun when you come out to play." The old man relaxed, "I didn't disturb you guys this Christmas, did I?"
"No." Ying Tongchen took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "He ran away."
"Run? What did he run and where did he run to?" The old man suddenly became nervous, "Are you quarreling?"
"No noise." Ying Tongchen smiled lightly and looked down at the ground. After the snow melted, it was very wet, and some water was on the shoes. These are the new shoes he just wore. He asked softly, "Teacher, what do you say? For a lifetime, will there really be?"
"What, that bastard made you angry?"
"No." Ying Tongchen was slightly frustrated, "I just feel that I'm pretty useless, and I can't do a little thing well."
The old man pondered for a moment and said, "I see, you are worrying about gains and losses, it's normal. But the sense of security requires two people to work together. You have to give him more trust and confidence in yourself. ."
Ying Tongchen was silent for a moment and said, "Merry Christmas, teacher."
"Hey, at my age, I don't want to celebrate this festival. But you young people like it..." The old man smiled, "Tongchen, you have to be happy. No matter who you end up with After the last walk, the teacher just wants you to be happy and happy."
"Thank you, teacher." Ying Tongchen paused and looked at the road ahead, "I won't tell you, something happened to me."
"What's up?"
Ying Tongchen stopped and looked at the oncoming person in front of him: "He's back."
The old man laughed a few times: "Then I won't bother you."
Ying Tongchen held the phone and slowly put it into his pocket, staring at the person in front of him, who was holding a bunch of flowers in his hand: "Where are you going?"
Zhuo Shu looked at him a little embarrassedly, gave him the flower in his hand, and said sincerely, "Go find something to make amends."
Ying Tongchen stared at the small bunch of flowers.
The other party seemed to be worried that he would refuse, so he directly took his hand, put the flower into his palm firmly, and said carefully: "Don't be angry, it will hurt your health."
"Yeah." Ying Tongchen laughed, "I tasted it, and it was really unpalatable."
"It's not that bad..." Zhuo Shu said with a guilty conscience.
"Zheng Zhinan taught me to do it." Ying Tongchen said.
Zhuo Shu: "No wonder it's so bad!"
Ying Tongchen smiled and was about to speak when suddenly Zhuoshu took his hand and ran back: "The flowers were bought from Ban Zhang, he said they just met by chance, and it's nothing to do. But they are too close here. It's dangerous, let's change places."
Ying Tongchen was clenched by him in one hand and the flower in the other, walking through the bustling street, the temperature of his palm gradually became hot, and the falling snowflakes were completely melted.
After a long time, the two returned to the parking lot, Zhuo Shu opened the door and let him sit in.
Ying Tongchen glanced at his watch: "Are you going home?"
"Go to another place." Zhuo Shu's voice just fell, his eyes suddenly stopped on his face for a moment, and his cheeks were flushed after the exercise, which made people feel happy.
Zhuo Shu couldn't help bending over and covering his lips.
Ying Tongchen closed his eyes and let him ask for and respond, but the sound of his heartbeat sounded in his ears.
I don't know how long it took before Zhuo Shu exited, fastened his seat belt, walked to the other side and got into the car: "Let's go."
"Where is this going?" Ying Tongchen looked at the route, neither going home nor going to the hotel.
"You'll know when you go." Zhuo Shu smiled.
When he was far away from the city, Ying Tongchen suddenly felt blessed and guessed a place.
The car stopped in front of a villa, Ying Tongchen stood in the courtyard, looked at the closed door, and asked, "What are you doing here? You don't want to do May 3 again, do you?"
"I don't want to see Wusan again in my life." Zhuo Shu thought of the night we spent together last time, and felt scared. He pushed open the door, and it was dark inside, "Let's go in and have a look."
Ying Tongchen turned on the lights, and the room suddenly became brighter. In the center of the living room was a two-meter-tall Christmas tree.
He stepped forward and looked up at the tree, which was covered with ornaments and gift boxes large and small.
"It turns out that you actually liked this kind of festival." Ying Tongchen's mouth curved, and he looked at him sideways, with a bit of ridicule and doting in his eyes, "You have to secretly spend it in your own home."
"It's not secretly, it's us spending time together." Zhuo Shu walked up to him, "Choose a gift."
"There are still gifts?" Ying Tongchen pointed to the box above and said in surprise, "It's in it?"
"Well, I gave a big gift, you can see if you can find it." Zhuo Shu said.
"which one?"
"You find it yourself."
Ying Tongchen looked at him seriously for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take out the nearest one, unpacked it, opened the box, and was stunned: "What is this? A toy car?"
"It also has a remote control." Zhuo Shu picked up the remote control inside, put the car on the ground, and played with it.
"..." Ying Tongchen took off the box next to it and opened it to see that it was a children's picture book with a place for coloring, "What is this?"
"Drawing, cultivate your interest in painting." Zhuo Shu picked up the paintbrush and stuffed it into his palm, then held his hand and scribbled beside him, "Come on baby, paint with dad."
"..." Ying Tongchen punched him in the chest.
"Well, it's so ruthless, man." Zhuo Shu covered his chest, "Look again, be patient."
Ying went around to the other side with the dust, took off a small box, opened it, and found a few glass marbles: "..."
He simply took down all the boxes that he could get to, adding up to a total of more than 30, and sat directly on the ground to remove things.
Certificates, candies, game cards, notebooks, tapes, MP3s, old albums, pens, newspapers, sneakers...
All kinds of gifts were piled up in front of him, Ying and Chen looked around, just wanted to laugh at him being a straight man, but when he turned around and saw the other person's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at these messy and useless things. one's gift.
They may look like they're there to make up the final gift, but what if they have a purpose
These things have never been given to him.
While his classmates were playing games and handing out love letters and eavesdropping on idol tapes, he stayed out late at night because he didn't want to go home. There will be no festivals. Every festival is the best time for family conflicts to break out.
Until he graduated from high school, he didn't have any friends that he could name, let alone any classmates who gave gifts to each other.
Zhuo Shu saw him staring blankly at these gadgets, sat down beside him, and said warmly, "We didn't know each other until we were twenty-seven years old. I didn't participate in your childhood, so these gifts are given to Ying Xiaotong. Dust."
Ying Tongchen trembled slightly between his fingers, blinked his eyes, took back the tears that suddenly poured into his eyes, and solemnly put all the small gifts back into the box, inadvertently speaking with a nasal voice: "Thank you."
Zhuo Shu tilted his head to look, held his face in both hands, squeezed in gently, his beautiful face was instantly deformed, and he smiled happily: "No way, Teacher Ying is still a little crying bag?"
Ying Tongchen glanced at him angrily, his eyes slightly reddened.
"Don't be like this." Zhuo Shu looked at his lips that had been lifted up due to external force, pecked, and smiled, "If you look at me like this again, I can't help it... Just think of the ground here. seated."
"..." Ying Tongchen pushed him away and continued to organize the gifts.
"There's still a big gift, don't you want to look for it?" Zhuo Shu bewitched.
Ying Tongchen looked up at the tree: "It's on the top of the tree."
Zhuo Shu smiled without saying a word.
Ying Tongchen got up, stood on tiptoe, and took a Christmas card from the top of the tree: "Childish."
Opening the card, there was still a letter in it, and he looked at Zhuo Shu suspiciously.
Zhuo Shu scratched his face: "You should have received a lot of love letters, but how can you miss me. If only the person I confessed to you before was me, it would be great."
"Childish, it's not like I love you again..." Ying Tongchen unfolded the letter and stared at it for a moment, his chest was slightly hot.
- Hello, classmate Ying, nice to meet you, I am your future boyfriend Zhuo Shu.
Give me the rest of your life, okay? I will be responsible.
The room became very quiet, and Zhuo Shu didn't dare to come out. After a long while, he said, "Why, isn't the writing good? Should I add some more words?"
"Nasty." Ying Tongchen put the letter in his pocket, rubbed the page, "carry these things into the car."
"Oh..." Zhuo Shu put these boxes into the car without complaint, and when he turned around, he found that Ying Tongchen came out and went around to the backyard alone.
He quickly followed, saw him standing beside a small sapling, and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Do you remember the last time you left first and left me here alone to supervise?" Ying Tongchen asked.
"Well, I actually thought you were going to break up with me at the time, but I didn't want to, so I ran away." Zhuo Shu said frankly.
Ying Tongchen pointed at a wooden sign hanging on the branch with a smile: "Then I scolded you on it. The workers said that scolding people on this is very effective."
"Someone lied to you, it's obviously only a wish that can be fulfilled." Zhuo Shu laughed, picked up the wooden sign and took a closer look.
- Zhuogou, I seem to like you a little bit. Of course, just a little bit.
Go to hell you.
Zhuo Shu slowly widened his eyes, pointed to the sign, turned his head in disbelief, and said incoherently, "You, you... When did it happen?"
"Forgot." Ying Tongchen turned around and wanted to leave.
"No, you have to explain clearly." Zhuo Shu grabbed him, with a small smile on his face, "So you fell in love with me so early, but why only a little?"
"Isn't a little enough?"
"It's not enough, we must pay attention to fairness." Zhuo Shuyi said righteously, "I am a lot, how can you only be a little bit."
"We have to fight for this too? That's fine." Ying Tongchen took out his pen, crossed out "a little bit" and changed it to "a lot, a lot."
Zhuo Shu was satisfied and suddenly hugged him: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone last time."
"If you stayed at that time..." Ying Tongchen recalled his mood at the time, "Maybe it will end badly."
"..." Zhuo Shu sneered, "Don't let the wind blow outside."
"Um."
"Go back to the quilt and warm up." Zhuo Shuxie Zhi Bo said.
Ying Tongchen: "..."
That night, Ying Tongchen once again asked for advice on the strength of the younger man. Recalling that when the two first met, the skills were completely different from what they are now. It used to be so painful that I couldn't sleep, but now I can't sleep because of the coolness.
It wasn't until it was almost dawn that Ying Tongchen fell asleep exhausted. I slept until the afternoon, and before I opened my eyes, I realized that the territory was lost again.
"..."
Zhuo Shu smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. At this time, Ying Tongchen was really attractive: "Student Ying, I suddenly feel that it's okay to only know each other at the age of twenty-seven."
"Well," Ying Tongchen couldn't say a complete sentence, "Well, how...?"
"I met too early, I may not be able to help but want to fuck you as a minor." Zhuo Shu said.
"..."
The two spent the whole weekend in the villa, and occasionally when they got out of bed, Ying Tongchen would go downstairs to loosen the soil and water the saplings, and then Zhuo Shu himself watered the loosening soil. .
On Sunday night, Zhuo Shu sent him home, and he moved back and forth several times before moving the gift box up.
When riding the elevator, Ying Tongchen rubbed his waist subconsciously, while a pregnant woman stood in front of him and rubbed his waist at the same time.
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Zhuo Shu smiled and said nothing. As soon as he closed the door, he smiled and squeezed his waist and asked, "How many months?"
Ying Tongchen glanced at him: "Go away, the child is not yours."
Zhuoshu: "..."
In a few days, it will be the New Year's Day holiday.
The day before the holiday, the school closed an hour earlier, and parents were waiting outside the school gate to pick up their children.
Zhuo Zizheng discussed vacation plans with his classmates, and after a long delay, he put on his schoolbag and left when he was almost gone. I met Ying Tongchen by the flower bed who was about to go home and called out hello teacher, but I didn't know what to say.
Ying Tongchen went out with her and said, "You're not doing well in class this week."
Zhuo Zi nodded, how could she get better!
When she sees Teacher Ying now, she thinks of Zhuo Shu's face that should be soaked in a pig cage!
When she walked to the school gate, she saw Zhuo Shu and looked at Ying Tongchen subconsciously.
Sure enough, these two guys have already started to flirt.
"Brother." Zhuo Zi said indifferently.
"Well, get in the car first, I have something to ask your teacher." Zhuo Shu kept his eyes on Ying Tongchen.
Zhuo Zi: "..."
Ah, the adult world is so complicated!
Zhuo Zi turned back three steps and saw that there was nothing unusual about them, and even stood on the spot to speak, but the sour smell exuded was so obvious!
Just as she was walking absentmindedly, she almost bumped into someone and quickly apologized.
The other party asked, "Hello, little girl, may I ask if you know Ying Tongchen?"
"Teacher Ying?" Zhuo Zi glanced at the woman, followed by a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child, "Who are you?"
"I'm his mother, can you take me to find him?" the woman said.
"Ah, it turned out to be Teacher Ying's mother, you come with me." Zhuo Zi shouted from a distance, "Mr. Ying!"
When the two saw her leaving and returning, they stopped talking and waited quietly.
Zhuo Zi stepped forward in three or two steps, squeezed among them, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere, and said, "Teacher Ying, your mother is here to find you."
As soon as the words fell, Ying Tongchen's face stiffened.
Zhuo Shu looked at him suddenly, and saw that his face was pale, he came closer, put his arm on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."
The woman stepped forward quickly, looked Ying Tongchen up and down, and said excitedly, "Tongchen, it's me, do you still recognize me?"
"I don't know." Ying Tongchen said indifferently, turning around and walking towards the apartment.
"Tongchen, I'm your mother, why don't you know me? I came to see you specially." The woman dragged him and didn't let him go, "And your brother came to see you too, Tao Xian, hurry up. come over."
The boy next to him rolled his eyes, stepped forward reluctantly, and gave them a disdainful look.
Zhuo Zi was confused by this scene and asked the boy, "Are you Teacher Ying's younger brother? Have you gone abroad with your mother since childhood?"
Tao XianDaoerlang nodded his head.
"No way?" Zhuo Zi was shocked, "You, you, you are my sister-in-law?!"
Tao Xian: "?"
Zhuoshu: "..."
Ying Tongchen: "..."