Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple

Chapter 29: The third hair slag attack cheap shou how HE

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{Ding—the favorability of the male protagonist +3, the current favorability: 98. }

{Congratulations to Sao Nian for completing the task: mutual attack on cuteness, bonus points: 50, current points: 620. }

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If it wasn't for the distorted and extreme way of Xiao Heng's apology, Ma Dan would never have imagined that this task would be this task! He wondered why there was no reward for rolling back the sheets, so the truth is here!

... and the content is mutual attack or something, how about your integrity!

Luo Shutu rubbed his hair, feeling that it was not as comfortable as his own curly hair, so he lowered his hands sullenly, woke up on the bed and got up.

Xiao Heng was not in the bedroom, and Luo Shutu didn't see him when he went downstairs after washing. If he hadn't watched a forced and counter-forced scene last night with enthusiasm, he would have doubted whether it was a dream.

The mince pies that were drying on the table had been put away, put them in a prepared box and put them aside. Luo Shutu looked at the sofa, and it was also neat and tidy. Without thinking about it, he went directly to open the door.

The snow fell all night on Christmas Eve, and there was a lot of snow in sight—a real white Christmas.

The exhaled breath turned into white mist, Luo Shutu was only wearing a household sweater, he couldn't help shivering when the cold wind hit, and looked at the snowplower on the path in front of the door with resentment in his heart.

Xiao Heng put the shovel aside and straightened up to look at him.

The young man's complexion was extremely fair, and it was unknown whether it was the wind blowing or the indoor heating that made his cheeks blush and his lips rosy. The gray sweater with a large round neck could not cover his delicate collarbone and the mottled hickey marks on his neck.

The soft black hair was lying on the forehead, and those beautiful eyes looked over ignorantly, which was rare and childish.

He walked over with a smile, and stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm Xiao Heng."

Luo Shutu paused for a moment, held that hand, and replied with a smile: "Hi, I'm Jian Huaichen."

Xiao Heng stared at him without letting go, and squeezed his fingers into the other's fingers one by one, clenching them gently and forcefully.

The young man looked at the interlocking hands of the two, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said, "Merry Christmas, Ah Heng."

"Well," he pulled them closer, rubbing each other's lips lightly, with warmth in his eyes, "Merry Christmas..."

Under the ring of mistletoe at the door, they embraced and exchanged a tender kiss.

In the British tradition, it is said that it can last forever.

{complaint! Can you slow down the exit speed? I get motion sickness! }

{Hehe, it’s time to go back, good luck yo Sao Nian~}

He was about to vomit as soon as he went out and in at this instant!

"Is it cold?" Touching the young man's hair, Xiao Heng kissed his bare skin, and immediately got a sneeze, and when he looked up, he saw the tip of the young man's nose was red, his eyes were watery, and he was a little shy Mouth.

He laughed, and pulled the embarrassed young man through the door.

"Are you hungry? I saw macaroni in the cabinet earlier. I'll make it for you. Let's eat some pie first."

"Well, it's already eleven o'clock, then I'll fry the steak." Luo Shutu finished a piece of mince pie, took out a new apron to wear, rolled up his sleeves, and went to dig out the steak in the refrigerator.

Xiao Heng looked at the busy young man with deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised. In his past life, he never thought that there would be such a person who would willingly accompany him, share the burden, and support each other until he turned gray.

They live together, love each other, there may be occasional quarrels, but it will not last long; when they are free, they cook together, sleep with each other after eating, or make love... Plain and warm, a little too extravagant and illusory, but he I want to give it to Jian Huaichen wholeheartedly, and I want Jian Huaichen to give it to him wholeheartedly.

Be it possessiveness or paranoia, he found that his feelings for Shaoyang had already ended in his memory, and he was moved, but he was no longer touched, and asked him to say that he was willing to let go of Jian Huaichen like he was willing to let go of Shaoyang, but he couldn't do it.

As long as Jian Huaichen belongs to him completely, he is willing to go crazy.

This Christmas is not lively, but with the temperature of one more person, even the air is sweet.

In the afternoon, Luo Shutu was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hands, and Xiao Heng was leaning on his leg. He pulled his left hand to his chest, put it close to his heart for a while, then picked it up to read carefully, and touched it from time to time.

Those who didn't know thought he had a hand fetish. Luo Shutu put down the book amusedly, and said, "What is Ah Heng doing?"

"..."

The young man's hands are beautiful, white and slender, with well-defined joints, and the nails are rounded into a half-moon shape, reminiscent of noble and beautiful descriptions, separated from the world.

"It's just a little distressed." Xiao Heng kissed his fingers and said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, it just takes time to get back to how it was before." Luo Shutu withdrew his hand and said, "As long as it's not a long-term large-scale work, and the opponent's load is not so heavy, I can finish it now."

Xiao Heng sat up with his arms propped up, saw his bare neck, suddenly thought of something, and said, "I almost forgot, just wait for me..."

He hurried to the porch, and when he came back, he held a paper bag in his hand, and said to Luo Shutu, "Christmas gift, guess what?"

"… scarf."

"… How did you know?"

Luo Shutu smiled and said, "I saw it when I opened the door in the morning, and I thought it was yours."

"Of course it belongs to you. When I saw it in the mall, I thought it must be very suitable for you." Xiao Heng took the scarf and circled it for the young man who came obediently.

Luo Shutu touched the soft scarf around his neck, and said with a slight smile, "I don't want to wear it, it's the first gift from Ah Heng."

"There will be many more in the future," the young man's cherished expression moved his heart, and he couldn't help but hugged him in his arms, smelling the elegant fragrance, and said, "the days are still long."

"Well, what gift does Ah Heng want..."

"Jingle bell—jingle bell—"

The sudden ringing of the phone upstairs broke the charming atmosphere. Luo Shutu smiled helplessly, and explained as he walked upstairs: "My mother rejects modern tools, and the old-fashioned phones are installed in the study, and usually Only she will call."

That smile is also indulgent, and it can be seen that the mother and child have a deep relationship. Xiao Heng has always been indifferent to blood relationship, but today he was a little jealous of the woman on the other end of the phone. Only then did he realize that Jian Huaichen was different from himself. He still had relatives and friends. He was only a part of his life, but he had enough devastating.

He wasn't sure, which one would Jian Huaichen choose between those ardent expectations and himself

"Chenchen, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Mom." Luo Shutu said with a smile, "Say something to Dad and me."

The two talked nonsense for a while, and Jian's mother suddenly said, "Chenchen, your father and I think you are not young, should you find a girlfriend?"

"It's a coincidence. We happened to meet a nice girl at the party yesterday. When you come to the United States in a few days, I will arrange for you to meet."

Her voice was not soft, Xiao Heng stood beside the desk and could hear it clearly. Hearing this, his pupils shrank, and he fixed his eyes on the young man.

"And the other party likes your works very much, I showed her your photos..." Mother Jian was interrupted by Luo Shutu before she could finish speaking.

"Mom, there's no need for that. I already have someone I like."

"Really? I just said that Chenchen definitely doesn't need us to worry about it—then when will you bring it in for mom to see?"

Holding the phone, Luo Shutu turned to look at Xiao Heng, and said, "Well, when he is willing, I will take him in."

His eyes were clear and firm, Xiao Heng's restless expression eased, he smiled slowly, feeling a little sore in his eyes.

"Okay, you also take care of your body, um, goodbye." After saying a few words, the young man hung up the phone.

Xiao Heng went over to hold his hand, and said in a teasing tone, "I'm willing to come in right now, Huai Chen."

The young man blushed, raised his head and said, "Heng, if I can, I really want to tell my family right now, but I can't, I'm sorry, we may need time..."

"Okay," Xiao Heng said, sticking to his face, "I know, I'm already very happy that you didn't let me go, really."

"Let's take it easy, huh?"

The young man looked at him, smiled, thought for a while, took his hand, walked behind the desk, and took out a file bag from the drawer.

"Christmas gift."

Xiao Heng vaguely guessed something, and hastily opened the bag, and sure enough, he pulled out a simple sketch portrait. He was speechless, with the emotions accumulated in his heart, he put the drawing paper away, and stretched out his arms to hug the person in front of him.

The young man smiled softly on his shoulder: "Don't say those things that I don't want to hear, Ah Heng himself said yesterday that he would forget all of them."

"..." Xiao Heng paused for a moment, bit his ear, and said in a muffled voice, "You really ruin the atmosphere, Chen Chen."

"No big or small, you are three years younger than me." Qingqing patted his back and said, "Go downstairs."

Xiao Heng didn't speak and didn't let go, the young man had no choice but to give up struggling and let him pester him.

"... Huai Chen."

"Um."

"Jane Huaichen."

"Um?"

"Why... I have nothing but a face and a job to earn a living. I even lived with Shaoyang. Why... would you like me like this?"

—Will you regret it, Jian Huaichen

"I like your face, and I like your profession," the young man stroked his hair, and said softly, "Without Shaoyang, there would be no you now, me—what reason can I not love you?"

He lifted Xiao Heng's head and looked deeply into his eyes: "When I am about to die, if you ask me again, I will tell you that I have never regretted it in my life."

His own face was reflected in the dark pupils, Xiao Heng watched silently, and then hugged him tightly.

{Ding—the favorability of the male protagonist +2, the current favorability: 100. }