a delicate flower

The next day.

Zhuang Lin went out with Ailang early in the morning to find a hotel.The hygienic conditions of the small hotel are not bad, but the decoration is a bit rough and the location is a bit noisy.

Zhuang Lin doesn't choose much, as long as he can live, the main reason is to move out of Ai Lang's house quickly.After all, relatives during the Chinese New Year also move around frequently, so it's not very good for him to live in Ai Lang's house.

The small hotel that Zhuang Lin stayed in was a bit far from Ailang's house. It took half an hour to walk, and it took more than ten minutes to drive a small electric car.

Ailang gets up early every morning, drives a small electric car with a speed of 20 hours per hour, and goes to the small hotel where Zhuang Lin lives to find him.

Ever since Zhuang Lin lived in the small town, Ailang has had hope every day. There are people who will accompany him to the roadside stalls in the snack street to make skewers, and there are people who can accompany him to sing in the K room. There are also people who accompany him to sit on the open space and play cannons in the cold weather.

Ellen runs out more frequently every day, sometimes for a breakfast, sometimes just for a hug.

Although Ai Lang's parents are indifferent to everything about him, Ai Lang knows that since he came out with his parents, his parents have become extremely sensitive to certain things. As long as Ai Lang gets close to any male classmate, they will will become suspicious.

So Ai Lang didn't dare to run to Zhuang Lin's without restraint. He would go home for lunch and dinner, and he would definitely go home before ten o'clock in the evening.

Even so, Ailang's emotional changes before and after Zhuang Lin's appearance were so obvious, and no matter how deliberately restrained he was in front of his parents, it was just trying to cover up.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, it was another night.

Ai Lang's parents are watching TV on the second floor. It's rare that there are no guests tonight, so it's quiet.After taking a shower, Ellen quietly went downstairs and ran out again. Ailang's mother flipped through the calendar in her hand, glanced at the stairs, and then looked back at Ailang's father.

Ailang's father took the remote control to change channels, and said coldly, "Leave him alone."

Ai Lang's mother pursed her lips, lowered her head and absently tore off a page of the calendar. Ai Lang's father changed several channels in a row. During the Chinese New Year, the TV programs were all bustling and festive, and even the advertisements were closed Family reunion, the more he watched, the more annoying he became, so he simply turned off the TV.He touched a pack of cigarettes from the table, handed one to his mouth, clicked the lighter several times but failed to ignite. Ailang's mother looked up and said, "It's out of gas." Bar?"

Ai Lang's father frowned, and there were two or three furrows of different depths between his brows.He stuffed the cigarettes behind his ears, got up, put on a coat, and went out.

Ai Lang's mother said without raising her head: "By the way, you can buy another bag of rock candy."

Ellen's father didn't answer her.

The past two days have always been windy and rainy, and the temperature has dropped several degrees.Ai Lang's father put his hands in his coat pockets, and the dim street lights on the side of the road dragged his figure long. The shadow crossed to the middle of the road, and a car ran over, and the shadow flickered for a while. After that, the long lonely shadow lay across the road again.

Ai Lang's father walked to the canteen not far from home, took a lighter from the counter, and shouted: "Master, the store will be emptied."

The owner of this canteen is an old couple.It was said that an old man in his 70s came out of the house, holding a small stove in his hand, and said cheerfully: "Isn't this old Ai, your son just took a step, and you came here. The temperature in my room Come in for a drink?"

Ailang's father paid for two lighters, and declined the uncle's invitation. When the uncle was slowly looking for the change, he hesitated again and again, and asked, "Ailang just came?"

The uncle wore a pair of reading glasses, counted the change carefully, and handed the money to him before saying, "Come here, come here, and buy some gadgets with a young man who doesn't know you well."

The uncle pointed to the fireworks sticks hidden under the shelf.

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Ailang thought Zhuang Lin's photos were ugly last time, so he deleted them all, and he was so worried that they didn't take pictures, so he pulled Zhuang Lin to buy another bunch of fireworks, all kinds of fireworks.

The open space of the lotus pond was still quiet and no one was there. Ai Lang bought a few boxes of Fireworks, which were shaped like small volcanoes and placed them all over the floor. Zhuang Lin lit several of them in succession, and the sitting fireworks neatly arranged in a row were of different heights. Brilliant sparks are ejected from the ground, like brilliant gold and silver, which is worthy of the name "fire trees and silver flowers".

Ailang took a baby's breath, stretched out his hand, and wanted to get under the fiery trees and silver flowers to light it.Looking back, Zhuang Lin pulled Ai Lang up and took away Ai Lang's Gypsophila.The wind was a bit strong, so Zhuang Lin squatted down and used a lighter to help Ai Lang light the baby's breath. Ai Lang didn't rush to take the baby's breath, but lay on Zhuang Lin's back affectionately, wrapping his arms around his neck to take it. starry sky.

Ailang was caught off guard by Zhuang Lin in the next second, and he only felt that as soon as his body was bumped, Zhuang Lin carried him firmly on his back.

Ai Lang took the stars away from the sky, for fear that the little sparks splashing out would touch Zhuang Lin's cheek, and wrapped his other hand tightly around Zhuang Lin's shoulder, and said, "If I knew it earlier, I would have promised Xing Lu to come and play with me." It's a pity that no one helped me film this scene!"

Zhuang Lin carried Ai Lang on his back and said, "It's a pity, I'll carry you next time someone helps take pictures."

Ailang looked at the people close at hand, at the white smoke he breathed out when he spoke, at his ears that were frozen red, and said yes with a smile, and then bit Zhuang Lin, who was instigated by the cold air. The cold and red ears, the thin lips held it, and the warm tip of the tongue licked the pinna to help warm his ears.

Zhuang Lin was itchy from being licked, and tilted his head: "Don't make trouble."

The fiery trees and silver flowers placed on the ground were all burned out, and Ai Lang's gypsophila was thrown on the ground casually. The street lights here were already dim, so they deliberately picked a darker corner for the fireworks.Ai Lang held Zhuang Lin's earlobe and gently pulled it, and mumbled inarticulately: "I want to be crazy with you! Every day when I wake up, I take off my pajamas automatically. I can't imagine that I fell asleep." What did you do to yourself after that?"

Zhuang Lin let out a muffled laugh, pinched Ai Lang's thigh lightly with his hand, and laughed again: "Be patient."

Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin finished lighting up all the fireworks they bought, but Ai Lang only cared about pestering Zhuang Lin and forgot to take pictures.

It was nine o'clock in the blink of an eye, and before leaving, Ai Lang held Zhuang Lin's cheek and sucked hard, sucking hard to part from birth to death.

Zhuang Lin wiped the hot lips kissed by Ai Lang, stood in place and watched Ai Lang's figure who took a step and turned back three times and blew kisses at him disappear into the corner of the street, then turned and left.

The two hugged each other stickily in the open space, so they didn't feel cold. As soon as they separated from Ai Lang, Zhuang Lin felt the cold wind whizzing into his collar, and he couldn't help pulling up the collar of his sweater.After walking a few steps, Zhuang Lin paused. He saw a tall and thin man standing at the corner of the street, smoking a cigarette.

Zhuang Lin was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled out his hands from his coat pockets. He coughed lightly, and walked over respectfully to say hello: "Hello, uncle, I'm Zhuang Lin from the same school as Senior Ai Lang."

This man with a cold expression is Alan's father.

Although Zhuang Lin and Ai Lang's father met twice in a hurry.One time was on the night of the second day of junior high school, when Zhuang Lin appeared in front of him in embarrassment in the rain, and the other time was the next morning, when Zhuang Lin was going to move to the hotel.But Zhuang Lin knew that Ailang's father hadn't looked at him directly these two times, so he introduced himself as soon as they met.

Ailang's father glanced at Zhuang Lin, and replied, "Yes."

Then, Ai Lang's father handed the cigarette case in his hand to Zhuang Lin, and asked, "Can you smoke?"

Zhuang Lin replied honestly: "No."

Ai Lang's father took back the cigarette case, and there was a long stone pillar at the street corner against the corner. The old people nearby would sit here to enjoy the cool in summer night, and sit here to bask in the sun in the winter morning.And now it's winter night, so naturally no one stays here.Ai Lang's father sat down against the wall, Zhuang Lin hesitated for a moment, then sat down too.

Just after making out with Ai Lang, when he turned around, he sat with Ai Lang's father at the street corner blowing the cold wind, and Zhuang Lin was sober and nervous from the cold.

The atmosphere is particularly weird.

The cigarette that Ailang's father held on his lips curled up into white smoke, and no one spoke. After a while, I heard Ailang's father grinding the newly bought lighter, and then lit another cigarette.

Zhuang Lin watched carefully, and every time he saw Ai Lang's father throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and picking up a cigarette again, he quickly took out the lighter he had just bought for lighting the fireworks and refilled it for Ai Lang's father.

Ailang's father kept a stern face all the time, smoking one cigarette after another. When he exhaled the smoke, it was like a sigh. Most of the pack of cigarettes gradually burned out in the silence between the two, and there was an extra spot at his feet cigarette butt.He raised his foot and stepped on the unextinguished cigarette, the sole of his shoe was crushed.

The empty cigarette case was turned into a ball of waste paper by Ailang's father's rough palm. He stood up and walked back without saying a word.

The dimly lit street lamps dragged his shadow very long.A long, lonely shadow lay across the middle of the road.

Zhuang Lin sat on the cold stone pillar, looking at the back of Ai Lang's father, feeling very complicated.

In the depressing silence of nearly an hour that just passed, Zhuang Lin knew that Papa Ai had a lot to say to him, maybe it was sharp accusations and curses, or unreasonable demands that Zhuang Lin stay away from Ai Lang.However, until the end, Ailang's father didn't even say a word.