The first time Chang Xiyang ate marshmallows, it was winter.

On the street, there are some shops selling snacks, the steamer coming out of the white steam wrapped in fragrance, the red and shiny sugar gourd, the donkey selling the candy man rolling, and the simple shouting with the local accent one after another, so that the cold and quiet midwinter adds a bit of warmth. Whether the political situation is chaotic, internal or external troubles, the days still have to be passed. The ordinary people naturally care about the country, but it is really embarrassing for them to put down their lives and forcibly interfere in political affairs. To put it bluntly, no matter how the situation changes at this time, it doesn't matter if there is another emperor, or if there is no emperor, they don't understand the affairs of these literati and politicians, as long as the taxes are not too heavy and life can go on, everything will be fine.

Chang Xiyang stood in an alley that was not very noticeable, sighed into his hands, rubbed his frozen red hands again, lowered his head, and looked at the tips of his shoes. He was wearing a plain linen Tang shirt with an off-white woolen coat over it, and his long hair was wrapped in a plaid scarf. He showed up and said that he would pick up Sancheng from school today. In this era, it is actually a very taboo thing for him to have long hair, but he can't cut it easily, so he is reluctant.

"Why are you waiting here?" Orange Boy, the third orange in this life, is still a student, wearing a tall naval uniform, carrying a foreign leather bag on his back, but he looks like an advanced young man. Sancheng hurriedly ran over, seeing that the man was so cold, he was a little distressed.

"Why do you wear so little?" Sancheng complained to him a little, reached out to button his coat for him, held his hand and rubbed it, and let go of his palm to warm him.

"Not a lot." The tip of Chang Xiyang's nose was a little red, but he still shook his head with a smile. He himself is a person with a high body temperature, but because his body has just recovered a little bit and has not recovered, he has begun to have some chills. "Are you going home?" Chang Xiyang raised his face and looked at the man's still green face.

Sancheng had just finished school, and knew that Chang Xiyang would come to wait for him today, so he hurriedly ran out, for fear that the person would wait for a long time. Sancheng is a popular figure in the school, with a good family background, good appearance, good grades, and good reviews, but he hasn't participated in the parades organized by students or the activities of going to books or anything, which is not positive at all, and has also attracted criticism from many classmates, Sancheng didn't care about this, because Chang Xiyang didn't want him to go. After all, he is an orange boy, there is no need to really act as a radical patriotic new youth for Chang Xiyang's play, these things are fought for by the young people of Huaguo, and he doesn't need to be involved.

He stretched out his hand and wrapped Chang Xiyang's scarf tightly, and hugged the person into his arms, the person's hair became a little hairy due to static electricity, and he was a little itchy. Sancheng rubbed Xiyang's ears with his face, "Hug for a while, hug for a while and then go back." ”

"Okay." Xiyang nodded, and wrapped his arm around the young man's back.

They are hidden in the place, few people notice here, occasionally students pass by and see it, and they all smile and pass, same-sex love is in this fashion and there is no clear concept, especially between students, it is a hidden and unspoken ambiguous relationship. Sancheng is always unsociable, not isolated, but a feeling as if standing out from the crowd or something superior, not that Sancheng is superior, but he just has a sense of alienation that is detached from the times and is never on the same line with others.

So there wasn't much in the school that would provoke him.

"Are you hungry?" The three oranges kissed his ears, which were cold and reddened from the cold.

"It's fine." Chang Xiyang shook his head, hesitated for a while, but then pulled the corner of the young man's clothes, and pointed to him from a distance, "There, why are people eating cotton?" Chang Xiyang's voice was small, and his confidence was a little insufficient, after all, it hadn't been long since he appeared in front of Sancheng, the changes in Huaguo in this era were earth-shaking, he hadn't come out for a long time, and the new things that kept pouring out made him a little unable to cope with it for a while.

“？” Sancheng was a little surprised by his question, raised his head to look, then laughed, and rubbed his hair, "That's a kind of sugar, it looks like cotton, do you want to eat it?" ”

Chang Xiyang was a little hesitant.

"Sweet, delicious." Three oranges tempted him.

“…… Think. Xiyang nodded, his face a little red.

Sancheng took his hand and went to buy marshmallows, and many people looked at them on the road, looking at Chang Xiyang, who looked unusually good-looking but had long hair and was dressed strangely, and looked at their hands holding hands. It's just a small county town, Chang Xiyang secretly rejoiced in his heart, otherwise he would definitely be dragged by those radical young people to parade on the streets.

If so, something unexpected...... Although his spiritual power is still weak, it is still enough to deal with some humans.

"Uncle, I want one." Sancheng put on a pure smile, and he looked like a good student.

The old man who makes sugar is like a mirror in his heart, the wisdom and calmness brought by the precipitation of the years are really not covered, the wrinkles on the uncle's face are stretched, and he speaks in dialect, looking kind, "The two cubs should be good." ”

"Thank you." Sancheng laughed, his dimples were bright, he took the marshmallow and handed the money to others.

“…… Is it really sugar? Chang Xiyang watched the old man's sugar go in, and he pulled out layers of white silk like magic, which was really amazing.

"Am I going to lie to you?" The boy laughed, tore a small piece and put it in his mouth.

“…… Melted? ”

"yes, it's delicious." The boy licked his fingertips, still with the sweetness of the sugar just now.

Chang Xi raised his eyebrows with a smile, this sugar was so sweet and light, and a little burnt aroma, he really liked it.

Sancheng saw that he liked it, and he was happy.

"You can eat again." Chang Xiyang tore himself and ate happily, but he didn't see the young man's movements, he held the candy in front of him, Sancheng leaned over and bit a small piece, and patted Xiyang's shoulder, "Wait for me, I'll buy something else to eat." ”

Within a few minutes, Wu Cheng came back with a few small oiled paper bags, stuffed them into his schoolbag, and went to Chang Xiyang's shoulder, "Go back and eat slowly tonight." ”

Chang Xiyang nodded again and again, although he was not a person who pursued food excessively, these novel snacks really made him happy.

When he got home, Sancheng pulled him into the room, his father rarely came home, and now his mother didn't know which noble lady's table was playing mahjong, and only told Aunt Zhao who was cooking.

"Didn't Master Weizhu go back with you today?" Aunt Zhao was a little worried when she saw that Sancheng came back so early today, and she brought a strange stranger.

"He's in the back, and he'll be back later." Sancheng didn't care, and slammed the door shut.

Chang Xiyang just swallowed the last mouthful of sugar, licked the candy on his fingertips, and licked his lips again.

"How?" Three oranges were eating from his school bag, fried chestnuts with sugar, roasted sweet potatoes, rock sugar gourds, maltose peanut crisps, he bought some. Just as he was about to peel chestnuts for the man to eat, he saw Chang Xiyang coming over by himself.

"Kiss me." Chang Xiyang blinked, looking a little moving.

Orange boy was a little confused, this person rarely took the initiative like this, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

Chang Xiyang stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip again, "Now I'm sweet." ”