Jiang Tian did not sleep soundly, but he still had several dreams.

I dreamed that Du Cheng poked his head out from behind the smoke and said, "Huanyu, has he grown so big? The last time I met was ten years ago."

I dreamed that Ji Huanyu said to Jiang Ou: "Your son also likes men, are you happy?"

I dreamed that Jiangou was screaming, and he was standing in the long alley outside the wutong tree. The old leader lay at his feet and motionless. Old man Ding glanced at him and the cat and said, "It's hard, I can't save you anymore, let's go." Then he closed the yard gate in front of him.

He stood there, feeling tired and absurd. He obviously didn't hold anything in his hand, but he wanted to support his knees and rest for a while.

He tried several times, but he couldn't bend down no matter how hard he felt tired and irritable, so he woke up from his dream.

The moment he opened his eyes, Jiang Tian didn't know where he was sleeping, but only saw Sheng Wang sitting in front of him, with a bright light reflected in his eyes, and he looked at him intently.

"Brother." Sheng Wang called him lightly, then leaned over with one knee, kissed his eyebrows, eyes and lips, and whispered: "I'm 18 years old, I love you."

The annoying and sad emotions in the dream disappeared instantly, just like someone briefly removed the steel plate on his spine, allowing him to bend down and take a breath.

Jiang Tian turned his back and grabbed Sheng Wang's neck and wanted to kiss him back, but suddenly he remembered that they were still in the living room, and someone might come to the most dangerous place in the room at any time.

He froze for a moment and let go of his hand.

"What time is it?" Jiang Tian asked in a low voice. He sat up straight and found that he had a velvet blanket covered with it, but he just slid to his waist as he moved just now.

"After 1:20." Sheng Wang signed up for the time without even looking at his phone.

Jiang Tian felt soft and he reached out and touched the other person's face and asked, "Have you been waiting?"

"No, I went up and down the stairs several times, and looked at the time impatiently again." Sheng Wang pointed to the remote control on the coffee table and said, "I just thought about waking you up and pretending to change the station. You may feel murderous intent and wake up yourself."

Jiang Tian laughed and was about to say something, but someone opened the bedroom door in the distance, and the pale light leaked out from the inside, and it was cut straight from the sofa.

The two on the sofa hurriedly separated.

Sheng Mingyang walked over with his slippers, supported the back of the sofa and asked in a low voice: "Xiaotian is awake? Eme? Sister Sun's whisker soup is still warm in the pot."

"Don't be hungry." Jiang Tian lifted the blanket and glanced at the bedroom.

He is not good at getting along well with others and does not like to show kindness, but it does not mean that he is not aware of the truth. He knows that no matter how many shadows he has brought to him and Jiang Ou, it has nothing to do with the Sheng family. Sheng Mingyang can actually choose not to bear these, but he accepted them all.

This made Jiang Tian feel a very strange feeling, as if the thing he had been carrying was suddenly divided by Sheng Mingyang. He seemed to be a little relaxed, but the facts were not. This was different from what he had been used to over the years, but he rationally knew that he should thank or apologize.

"today--"

Jiang Tian was silent for a moment, and was interrupted by Sheng Mingyang as soon as he opened his mouth: "Today's incident is an accident, it has nothing to do with you. Even if there is something, it is something that our elders need to communicate. I didn't want you to go to the hospital... Forget it, I'm already like this, so don't think about it. It's been a few years ago."

He said this, but his eyebrows were frowning. Perhaps it was because he didn't sleep too late and his face was full of tiredness. Perhaps everyone who said "forget it, don't think about it" was just expressing a kind of hope.

Jiang Tian looked at his face and fell silent again.

Sheng Wang glanced at his brother, pulled the blanket and folded it, and changed the topic: "Dad, are you here?"

"Oh." Sheng Mingyang looked at the empty cup in his hand and said, "You Aunt Jiang has a little fever, pour her some water and prepare it."

"fever?"

"Don't worry, I took the medicine. I just couldn't sleep well, and I panic when I turned off the lights. I was so excited today. Anyone would probably feel bad if I had any trouble. If I put those things on me, I might have collapsed for a while. She was just a person who didn't like to lose her temper, and she would be stuck in her stomach if she had any unhappiness. It might be a good thing to vent this way today. I asked a friend to have a doctor and took her to see her after the New Year and chat. During this period... I'll take more responsibility for each other."

"Okay, it's getting late. After a night of hard work, you two should go to bed quickly." Sheng Mingyang patted the back of the sofa, suddenly glanced at the silent TV, and pointed to Sheng Wang jokingly: "I said I want to watch a movie here for a while. Are you watching a silent movie?"

For a moment, Jiang Tian felt Sheng Mingyang's gaze sweeping through him, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Sheng Wang's lips moved and said, "Otherwise, when my brother is sleeping, will I turn on the big speaker to hit him?"

Sheng Mingyang urged him a few more words and took the water cup to the kitchen. Soon after, a creaking sound was heard, and he brought the door back to the bedroom, but the door was not closed tightly. The light changed from a block to an extremely thin one, and it still fell on the sofa.

The two boys sat at both ends of the sofa and were cut into two isolated islands by the line.

After a while, someone walked through the line and grabbed Jiang Tian's hand and shook it, "Do you go upstairs?"

"Yes." Jiang Tian looked at the bedroom and dragged him back to the second floor bedroom.

He just slept in a nap on the sofa, but he wasn't too sleepy. However, Sheng Wang had his eyelids started fighting and he was still wandering around behind, as if he had made some mistakes.

He washed up, Sheng Wang leaned against the door. He made the bed, Sheng Wang grabbed a corner of the quilt to help. He took out Brother Chu's stack of information books, Sheng Wang drew a copy and said that he could also divide it.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Tian had to turn around and catch him in the end.

Sheng Wang stared at his fingers, then quietly held them back and said, "I won't squeeze my hands in the future."

Jiang Tian was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was talking about. He was a little amused and crying at first, but then more complicated emotions surged up, and he suddenly didn't know what to answer.

After a long time, he blinked and said, "I'm afraid it won't work."

Of course he knew why Sheng Wang was such a reaction. If he didn't do that, with Ji Huanyu's disgusting spirit, he didn't know what he would say even more crazily, and probably every sentence was poked straight towards him. He was Jiang Ou's last line of defense. If even this line collapsed, he would not be far from madness.

It’s just that reason is rational, clear and clear. He understands all the reasons, which does not mean that he will not feel sad when his hands become empty. This is the helplessness and inability between him and Sheng Wang.

They simply quarrel, conflict, conflicts, conflicts, or feel bored, boring and disgusted by the passage of time. All the fuses under normal circumstances are not so difficult to accept, because when people stand at the end of the quarrel, they are always more bored than love, and they are not so sad.

But they had no such thing, they had to do what they understood. Just like what he was doing at the moment.

"I'm a high-risk person now." Jiang Tian's tone was a little self-deprecating, and slowly calmed down. "My mother and your father should have listened to Ji Huanyu's words."

"No, no one can tell that he was biting people in a hurry at that time." Sheng Wang said.

Jiang Tian shook his head: "If you hear it, you hear it."

They may find it absurd and do not believe it, but their words are like swords. The words they say will eventually leave a mark in their hearts and then they will inadvertently appear.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, they will definitely become suspicious and sensitive without realizing it.

Sheng Wang lowered his eyes and grabbed Jiang Tian's fingers tightly. After a long time, he spoke, "My father is half enlightened and half old-fashioned. I remember someone mentioned it in front of him before..."

He paused for a moment and continued: "He didn't respond much to the topic of homosexuality. He never said anyone was disgusting or perverted. Last time he talked about that case in the hospital, the old man was talking nonsense. You know my dad's personality, just follow others' words, which does not mean his own meaning."

In fact, this is only half said. Sheng Mingyang is indeed half enlightened and half traditional. Others’ sons like women or men, or with people or demons, and he accepts good things, and even can give him a big red envelope and sincerely sends blessings. That’s because he doesn’t like to gossip and can’t control it.

But his own son is different.

Sheng Wang didn't plan to mention these things, he just wanted to tell Jiang Tian what was good: "Aunt Jiang... is also because of the knot in his heart. After the New Year, the doctor talked to her and untied her heart. It would be much easier until she wouldn't be biased against these because of the scum."

"High school is too close to home, so college is different. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Unlike the affiliated high school, teachers know my father and your mother more or less." Sheng Wang said: "I will work harder to go to the same school with you, rent a house, and bring the cat's son with me. There is a saying that far is fragrant and smelly. At that time, we both smell fragrant and fragrant. If we are both fragrant, we will be able to understand it slowly. "

"Now my dad dares to transfer me if he has a disagreement, so he won't be able to do it. I don't believe that I'll be admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University. He will say, 'Let's go, in order to stop you from falling in love, let's change schools'."

Jiang Tian was finally amused by his words and laughed twice.

Sheng Wang suddenly felt excited and threw him onto the bed and kissed him hard for a long time.

In fact, it is just a wrong time. Sometimes Shengwang hopes that time will pass faster. It is best to lie down and open your eyes and become an adult, in college or work. If he met Jiang Tian at that time, he would probably look different.

So just wait a little longer, just get through these two years.

When chatting, the words "high school" and "university" can be brought over in just a few seconds, and it takes less than two seconds. But when I open my eyes, the days are still slowly crawling forward.

Their mood, which they finally relieved at night, was destroyed early the next morning because Jiang Ou was in a very bad condition. She tried hard to calm herself down, spoke with a smile, and pulled Aunt Sun to work in the kitchen, wanting to make a good birthday meal for Jiang Tian.

After she finished something, she hurried to find the next one, and she didn't let herself go for a second. As a result, Jiang Tian said something and wanted to go out with Sheng Wang, but she accidentally made a whole casserole.

The pot of boiling hot stew spilled all over the kitchen, making her feet red.

"Auntie, we just went to get the cake. We ordered it before." Sheng Wang didn't know what she was thinking, nor did she know if she didn't hear Jiang Tian's words later, and explained in surprise.

"I know, I know." Jiang Ou sat on the sofa and applied ointment to the hot spot. She whispered a few times, then said apologetically: "Auntie is fine, she just got distracted."

As a result, none of them mentioned going out again and asked the cake shop to bring the goods over.

There are two cakes, both of which Shengwang ordered a long time ago, one for food, and the other for fondant that can be kept. The idea was that he saw from the WeChat group. Carp and Chili made an appointment to learn this during the winter vacation, saying that they could be kept for a long time after they were prepared.

The fondant cake he ordered for Jiang Tian had a small house. In front of the house were a group of Q-version villains, Jiang Ou, Ding Old Man, Gao Tianyang, Zhao Xi, Lin Beiting, himself and a cat, surrounded the villain representing Jiang Tian, ​​lively and rich. He hesitated for a long time, and for the sake of the father-son relationship, he also went to the back door to add Sheng Mingyang.

There is a sign next to the house that says the best 18 years old.

But when the cake entered the door, the kitchen was full of chaos and the room was silent.

The cake was packed in a transparent box. It looked very beautiful from a distance, but it looked a little flawed when it looked close. Shengwang made the store use the best candy, which can be kept for many years. However, on the way it was delivered, it was cracked or something, but there were cracks in several places.

Sheng Wang was a little anxious. The deliveryman kept apologizing, but Jiang Tian took the cake and said, "I'll take it upstairs."

This is the 18-year-old sent to him by the person he likes. Everyone he cares about is surrounded by, perfect and beautiful, and he must treasure it well. Although the reality is completely different.

Given that Jiang Ou had a fever repeatedly and was in a state of restlessness every day, Sheng Mingyang had to push back the arranged banquet indefinitely and explain it to everyone invited.

Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian took on most of the trivial matters for him, which made him not too worried.

Sheng Mingyang said in a phone call to someone else: "Fortunately, I have two worry-free sons."

He was actually very nice to Jiang Tian, ​​but he always kept the distance he deserved because he knew that Jiang Tian was not an easy person to get close to. He never used "my son" to describe Jiang Tian, ​​but he has mentioned it frequently in the past two days.

These words became an emphasis and reminder in Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian’s ears. As Jiang Tian said before, Ji Huanyu’s words were like a dull knife, grinding a mark in their hearts, not bleeding, but also causing a faint pain.

So whether it is Sheng Mingyang or Jiang Ou, he would always unconsciously observe Jiang Tian and stare at his every move.

Under this kind of stare, the sudden pull of a person happened many times, so many that they themselves became a little numb.

So on the last day of the winter vacation, Sheng Wang grabbed his cell phone and went downstairs to have a meal. While waiting, he sat on the left side of the sofa. After a while, Jiang Tian came downstairs and habitually sat on the far right side. There was no light leaking from the bedroom door in the middle, but it was still across the mountains and seas.

Sheng Wang stared at the blank space and suddenly a strange idea came up.

If there was no rental house waiting for them in the distance, if the environment he and Jiang Tian were in day and night, if it had become a daily routine of conditioned reflexes, would they still be a lover?

It was like a circle of people standing around who couldn't see clearly. When he spoke, they stabbed Jiang Tian. When Jiang Tian spoke, they stabbed him.

After a long time, will you not be able to tell who caused the sadness?

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the deep-water torpedo: Jingsta, the invigilator tn1;
To be continued...