I don't like to eat her, so I pursed my lips and smiled and said, "Beware of Xinao, I don't know whose personal safety is not guaranteed~"

After speaking, he stretched out his claws and scratched Xin Rui's waist, and the laughter of the two girls suddenly came from inside the carriage, masking the sound of rain falling from the window.

Lu Yuchuan raised his forehead, looked at Xu Huaisheng in the back seat, and asked, "Ah Sheng, has anyone made an appointment for Christmas?" If not, how about we go to the beach and set off fireworks. ”

Xu Huaisheng retracted his gaze outside the window, glanced at the two of them who were laughing and laughing, and naturally looked at Lu Yuchuan.

smiled and said gently: "I'm sorry, I have something to do that day, you guys go." ”

"Just you? What can there be to be busy, is someone made an appointment in advance! Lu Yuchuan smiled and asked.

"......" Xu Huaisheng could only laugh and say nothing.

Although Zhong Yi and Xin Rui were laughing, they could hear the conversation between him and Lu Yuchuan very well, and after waiting for a long time, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Concealing himself, he cleared his throat and said to Xin Rui: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, I said three, two, one, let's let go together." ”

Sit down, Xin Rui asked Lu Yuchuan to turn on the car radio, and after a burst of electricity, what caught his ears was a popular song at the moment, Peng Jiahui's "Seeing Each Other and Hating the Night".

It was the first time that Zhong Yi calmed down and listened to this song carefully, accompanied by the sound of rain outside the car window, which probably reached the heart of the people.

The words of a friend are heard in my ears, neither too noisy nor too quiet. Looking at the city that had been washed clean by the heavy rain, Zhong Yi realized that the city they were in was far larger than they imagined.

And they are just a small existence in this city.

…………

Sunday, 24 December 2002.

I like to tear up yesterday's calendar and look at the date drawn in thick black pen, Christmas Eve 24th.

02's Christmas Eve came quietly, as in previous years, there was no sense of grandeur and ceremony, except that the peace fruits sent to each other by the students were piled up on the table, and it hurt to dismantle it.

At ten o'clock on Sunday morning, Zhong Yi lazily nestled in bed, holding his mobile phone in both hands and looking at the chat records in the group from six in the morning to ten in the morning, which is very long, and can be summed up in four words: nonsense.

After a rough sift of it, Zhong Yi closed the phone and threw it aside, picked up the English book and opened the page that the teacher talked about, and memorized the repeated pondering of the red pen in his mind.

After looking at it for a while, Zhong Yi lay flat on the bed and looked at the ceiling in a daze, put down the English book and picked up the mobile phone, unlocked it, entered QQ to find the dialogue box with Xu Huaisheng, and the blank page did not display the chat history.

Since I liked to add Xu Huaisheng's QQ as a friend from Lu Yuchuan, I haven't sent a message to each other, so I've been lying in each other's friend list for nearly half a semester, in my current words, zombie friends.

is not to send dynamics or send messages to each other, lying in each other's friend list as quiet as a zombie, although I don't know if there is a corpse fraud.

Zhongyi gently tapped the screen of his mobile phone, searching for a well-known blessing that was not vulgar and expressed euphemism and clear thinking, but found that the book was hated less when it was used, and he only blamed the language for not learning it well.

Except for the love of having long black hair, I really can't find the breath that has anything to do with "literature and art". Thinking about the generation of their parents, they were all intellectuals, and after a period of turmoil, "literature and art" have been naturally formed in their bones. Nowadays, Zhong Mu occasionally comes up with one or two golden sentences, which can make Zhong Yi's eyes widen and his mouth wide.

But when it came to the generation of Zhongyi, she had nothing to do with "literature and art", she could neither write poetry nor lyrics, and now she could even think of the simplest blessings. It can be seen that it is so difficult to pretend to be a force.

I almost wanted to knock the phone screen to pieces, Zhong Yi gritted his teeth, moved his fingers quickly on the phone buttons, typed the most bland blessings, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated after pressing the send button.

Zhong Yi held the mobile phone in the position of his heart, and couldn't believe for a long time that he had broken the record of not exchanging messages with Xu Huaisheng.

The message prompt sounded at the position of the heart, and Zhongyi's heart suddenly skipped half a beat, and he couldn't believe that he had replied to the message in just a minute, which was too fast.

Zhong Yi picked up his mobile phone and held it up in front of him, and when he saw a new message, his eyes suddenly dimmed, it was not Xu Huaisheng but Lu Yuchuan.

Zhong Yi clicked on the small box of dialogue with Lu Yuchuan, and glanced at the message sent by Lu Yuchuan, "Do you want to go online?" He replied angrily, "Don't go!" Then he quit QQ.

An Shu symbolically knocked on Zhongyi's door, put his little hand on the doorknob and gently turned half a circle to push it open and walked in, his eyes glanced at Zhongyi lying on the bed, and slowly moved his steps to the bed.

Zhong Yi turned his head to look at An Shu who was standing next to the bed, smiled at him, and a carp sat up from the bed, raised his hand and rubbed An Shu's hair. "Xiao Anshu, is there something wrong with looking for my sister?"

An Shu was awkward for a while, took out the gift hidden behind him, and handed it to Zhongyi. "A gift for you."

"Thank you." Zhong Yi took it, the box was heavy and didn't know what it contained, and she couldn't wait to see what kind of gift An Shu gave her, so she laughed a few times and said, "Then I'll open it!" ”

After opening the lid of the box, Zhongyi was lying in the box and saw the same digital camera in the supermarket, Zhongyi was stunned for a moment, raised his head in disbelief and looked at An Shu with a calm face, and asked in a somewhat excited voice: "An Shu, you are honest, how can you have so much money to buy it?" ”

An Shu looked at Zhong Yi with an expression of disbelief, and said lightly: "The pocket money saved is just enough." ”

"But it's too ......"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it, thank you so much Anshu." Zhongyi was so excited that she couldn't describe her joy at the moment, and the camera she was thinking about was lying in her hand at the moment, and the touch was still so real.

Zhong Yi got off the bed excitedly, walked to the desk and fiddled with the camera in his hand, the joy on his face also infected An Shu, looking at her happy smile An Shu's heart was also warm.

"Favorite."

"Huh? What's wrong? Zhongyi lowered his head and fiddled with the camera in his hand, turned slightly to look at An Shu, raised the camera to the focus in front of his eyes, and gently pressed the shutter button, "click", capturing An Shu's shy expression.

"Where's my gift?" An Shu pursed his lips and asked with beautiful eyes.

Zhong Yi grinned, picked up the cleaned apple on the table and stuffed it into An Shu's hand. "Happy Christmas Eve, gifts!"

An Shu looked down at the extra apple in his hand and frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with the somewhat perfunctory gift he had given. Holding it in his hand and looking at it repeatedly, it seems to be trying to see the flowers.

Zhong Yi looked at An Shu's small movements, knowing that he must be unhappy with such a perfunctory gift he gave, he gently put the camera in his hand on the table and walked towards An Shu.

An Shu felt a dark shadow bully him, and as soon as he raised his head, he fell into a warm embrace, and the tip of his nose lingered on the tip of Zhongyi's hair, and the smell of fragrant shampoo on his hair was very good.

"How about it, that's enough, Xiao Anshu." Zhongyi's exhaled breath fluttered on An Shu's earlobe, and a low smile clearly entered his ears, tickling.

An Shu lowered his eyes, greedily absorbing the good smell of Zhongyi's body, after all, he was unwilling to leave this embrace, but he still helplessly raised his hands and gently put them on Zhongyi's arms to push her away, glared at Zhongyi with disgust, but his cheeks were extremely red.

"Stinky boy, you dare to dislike me!" Zhong Yi glared back at An Shu, and his sharp gaze swept over his red cheeks with his head lowered, but he still couldn't escape Zhong Yi's eyes.

The sound of Zhongyi laughing exploded in his ears, and the hippie smiled and came up and teased: "Yo Yo Yo, An Shu will blush too, come, let my sister see, hahaha." ”

"Favor, Ah Shu, it's time to eat!" The voice of Zhong Mu came from downstairs, An Shu's eyes lit up, and he bounced to the side to keep a certain distance from Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi could only retract his two claws helplessly, but he took the opportunity to rub An Shu's hair again until his hair was messed up.

An Shu looked at her with a cold face, wanting to fight back, but he liked to hit An Shu with his height advantage, and stuck out his tongue at him with a hippie smile. "Let's go, Ah Shu, let's eat."

The two walked downstairs side by side, the dining table was already full of fragrant food, Father Zhong and Mr. An sat on the sofa in the living room playing chess, and Mother Zhong and Mrs. An were busy in the kitchen.

Mrs. Ann came out of the kitchen, holding the dishes and chopsticks in her hands, and beckoned the two people who were playing chess over there to prepare for dinner. Zhong Yi hurriedly stepped forward to help Mrs. An set up the dishes and chopsticks together, Mrs. An smiled gently, and said, "Okay, you and Ah Shu can sit down and wait for this meal." ”

Zhong Yi grinned, and just wanted to ask An Shu to come over and sit down and prepare for dinner, but An Shu walked behind her with a cold face, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Zhong Yi.

Mother Zhong walked to the table with the chicken soup that had just been turned off from the stove and put it down, glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile: "Are you bullying Ah Shu again?" How many times have I told you, you are a sister, you should let Ah Shu. ”

"Did I bully you?" Zhong asked An Shu rhetorically, but in exchange for An Shu's disgusted look.

"Mom, look, he also said that I bullied An Shu, obviously he bullied me."

"Ah Shu is still a child, what's wrong with you, who is a sister, and I'm not afraid of others laughing at you when I say it." Zhong Mu's gentle gaze was on An Shu, and she picked up a piece of chicken leg and put it in An Shu's bowl, and after a while, the bowl was piled up into a hill.

Zhong Yi pursed his mouth and lowered his head to pull the rice. Seeing this, Mrs. An picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into Zhongyi's bowl, and said to Zhongyi: "Look at Zhongyi's thinness, eat more meat to make up for it." ”

Zhong Yi smiled, "Thank you, Auntie." ”

An Shu's amount of food has always been small, and Zhong Mu put too many dishes in his bowl that he couldn't finish for a while, so he hesitated a few times and frowned and looked at Zhong Yi, Zhong Yi was eating the ribs that Mrs. An gave her, and she didn't notice An Shu's gaze at all.

While everyone at the dinner table was bowing their heads to eat, An Shu indifferently picked up the chicken thighs in the bowl and put them into Zhongyi's bowl, the amount of dishes in his bowl still had no tendency to decrease, and he was about to clip it a second time, but was stopped by Zhongyi.

"An Shu can't be picky eaters, otherwise he won't grow tall." Zhong Yi smiled like a kind elder, picked up Zhong Mu's best pineapple meat and put it in the An Shu bowl, praising Zhong Mu. "This is the best dish made by Chef Zhong, and only my mother makes the best in the city, An Shu wants to eat more."

When Zhong Mu heard this, she laughed softly: "Ah Shu can eat more if he likes it, it is the time to grow his body, and he can't be picky eaters." ”

"Ah Shu has never eaten much, and I'm worried about what to do for him. But seeing that he likes to eat the pineapple meat you make so much, he will teach me when he has time. Mrs. An laughed softly, watching An Shu finish the dish he liked to give him, and looked pleased.

After a lively meal, Zhong Xiang went upstairs and went back to the room to change his clothes, picked up the two playground tickets on the desk and put them in his bag, and took off the scarf hanging on the hanger and wrapped it around his neck twice, neatly ready to go out.