It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

An's father bought a small western-style building, the new furniture is in place, water and electricity are also connected, and the moving company has agreed to move things tomorrow.

In the evening, the whole family was busy cleaning up their belongings. Wen Ai turned over the old objects piled up in the corner of the room, and rolled up the third volume of elementary school Chinese, the cards provided by the little raccoon, and various dust accumulations. Rusty toys...

Just looking at it, Wen Ai immediately remembered the story behind these gadgets.

The third volume of this Chinese book, strictly speaking, belongs to Yue Xiao. He didn't know where he had lost his own copy. He panted out of breath during class. Yue Xiao pushed the book to his desk without saying a word. I stood up and told the Chinese teacher that I had lost the book. I will watch this class with the same table for the time being. I will go to the bookstore on the weekend to buy a new one.

In the eyes of the children, being embarrassed is to be embarrassed, but Yue Xiao was left alone.

There are also these small cards, which were popular at the time to collect this. If anyone holds a large stack in his hand, it will be as good as a stack of banknotes. Yue Xiao refused to let him eat the crispy noodles, saying it was unhealthy, but when he turned his head, he bought dozens of packets and took out the cards for him. The remaining crispy noodles were all distributed to his classmates.

As for this pile of toys, the two big water guns alone made him and Yue Xiao think about it all night on the balcony wall...

Wen Ai was in a daze for a long time at the old things in front of him. He has been in this world for six years, but how can it be that every bit and every drop can be related to Yue Xiao?

"What are you in a daze?" Yue Xiao emptied the closet, walked over and looked at the big box on the ground, and squatted down next to Wen Ai, "If you want to take these old toys away."

Wen Ai turned his head and glared at Yue Xiao.

You see, this man has come to mix with him again!

The two did not sleep until late.

Thirteen or four-year-old children are at the age of jumping height. When they were young, they slept in a comfortable and spacious bed, which is a bit crowded for them now. If they don't want to hang out of the bed, they can only lie shoulder to shoulder.

Yue Xiao found that Wen Ai didn't just touch the pillow as usual, and asked softly, "Can't sleep?"

Wen Ai opened his eyes and looked at the outline of the ceiling fan above his head: "I missed it a bit, I'm not sleepy anymore."

Yue Xiao tentatively asked: "Then I will chat with you?"

Wen Aiman ​​said casually: "What are you talking about?"

"You can talk about anything you want." Yue Xiao thought for a while, "after the talk, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Why do you want to tell you?" Wen Ai turned over and looked at his profile. "You talk about yours first, and then I'll consider whether or not to say it."

Yue Xiao laughed, turned over to face him face to face, and said with a cheerful expression: "I want to be a soldier."

Wen Ai: "Why?"

Yue Xiao said passionately: "Protect the family and the country, guard the people who want to protect."

Wen Ai "cut": "Isn't he just a poor soldier."

Yue Xiao was stunned for a moment: "Then what do you want to do?"

"I won't learn from you. I want to study hard and earn a lot of money from college entrance examinations in the future." Wen Ai paused, "but I actually want to be lazy at home and don't do anything. I can stretch out my clothes and open my mouth.

Yue Xiao looked at Wen Ai's delicate face and found that he really should enjoy the latter life.

For his dream, Yue Xiao was so shaken.

The two chatted intermittently for a while, Wen Ai's voice gradually lowered, and finally fell asleep and started snoring.

Yue Xiao opened his eyes and didn't want to sleep. When they arrived at the new house, they would have to divide the room. Maybe he would never have the opportunity to sleep in the same bed with his younger brother.

The small western-style building bought by Father An has two floors, and the rooms of Wen Ai and Yue Xiao are on the second floor, which happens to be door to door.

On the first night in the new home, Wen Ai lay on the big bed tossing and turning, flipping pancakes over and over.

Having slept in the same bed with Yue Xiao for so long, there is suddenly no sense of peace around him now.

Wen Ai had insomnia until the early hours of the morning, and the urination was accumulated. He put on his clothes and was ready to release the water. As soon as he walked out of the room, the opposite door opened.

"Not asleep yet?" Yue Xiao walked to him, "I slept so late last night, aren't you sleepy today?"

"I..." Wen Ai curled his eyebrows and thought, "I recognize the bed!"

Yue Xiao nodded thoughtfully.

After going to the toilet, Wen Ai was about to return to the room upstairs. Yue Xiao came out of the kitchen with the milk, and handed it in front of him: "Here, drink it and sleep well."

"Wait a minute." Wen Ai wiped off the water on his hands with a paper towel, and then took the glass. "It's a bit hot."

"I used the newly bought milk pot for the first time, and I didn't know the time." Yue Xiao said, "You can hold it in your hands for a while, and drink it when it gets colder."

Wen Ai nodded: "Oh."

The two stood at the top of the stairs, Wen Ai leaning against the handrail of the wooden stairs, blowing into the cup: "Why didn't you sleep?"

Yue Xiao smiled frankly: "Suddenly sleeping alone, it's a bit uncomfortable."

Wen Ai came up with an idea: "Then you put the pillow next to it and pretend to be someone."

"Okay, I'll try it when I go back." Yue Xiao pointed at the milk with his chin, "The temperature is almost the same, drink it while it is hot."

Wen Ai lowered his head and took a sip, smashed his mouth, his eyes lit up: "It's so sweet!"

"Do you like it?" Yue Xiao smiled at him, "I added two spoonfuls of honey in."

"Yeah!" Wen Ai nodded and began to drink gruntingly.

The sweetness of honey and the rich flavor of milk melt together. For a sweet addict like Wen Yai, every bite is beautiful and bubbling.

With the last two mouthfuls left, Wen Ai was a little reluctant to drink, shook the milk at the bottom of the cup, and looked up at Yue Xiao in front of him.

Can Yue Xiao still not understand what this means?

"If you drink too much, you won't be able to sleep even later." Yue Xiao coaxed, "I'll give you heat tomorrow night, more hot spots."

Yue Xiao controlled Wen Ai's diet very strictly. Wen Ai knew that there was no show tonight, and poured the remaining milk into his mouth while it was hot.

Back to the room, Wen Ai felt tired slowly, but there were still some shortcomings. He thought for a while, took a pillow and put it on his side, pretending to be someone, and then fell asleep firmly.

During the Chinese New Year, Father and Mother Ann invited relatives to the house for New Year’s Eve dinner, half for reunion, half for housewarming. Various uncles, aunts, uncles, grandpas, and grandmothers stuffed a room. Eight out of ten people were wearing red clothes , Lively and festive.

After dinner, a big family watched the Spring Festival Gala around the TV. Wen Ai and Yue Xiao were caught by the seven aunts and eight aunts and asked them to perform a show.

How old is this in Wen Ai? After many years, if he wanted him to come to Yue Xiao in front of so many people for a national standard, he would rather not have the lucky money, so facing Yue Xiao's hand, he did not hesitate to give it to others Take it back.

Adults love to tease their children. The shy he is, the more noise his relatives make.

In the end, the uncle came out and stomped the walking stick: "Okay, the children are half old and not too young, just say auspicious words!"

After the old elder spoke, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao received the red envelopes smoothly and smoothly.

As soon as the money was in hand, Wen Ai rushed out to play firecrackers. Yue Xiaolei stayed by his side, and An Mu chased them to the door and told them not to go too far and pay attention to safety.

The commissary in the community sells firecrackers at a stall at the door every Chinese New Year, and the two stood in front of the stall to choose. Wen Ai inherited the lavishness of "buy, buy, buy" from An’s father, and they bought the ones with a relatively high risk factor. , He glanced at Yue Xiao next to him, and he was immediately happy: "Why are you so courageous? Just choose some three-year-old children to play."

Yue Xiao did not refute, and pointed to Wen Ai and himself to the boss: "Our money is calculated together."

These two big bags of firecrackers are not cheap, and the New Year's Eve money in Yue Xiao's pocket has not been spent, half of the tickets have been spent.

During the Chinese New Year, Wen Ai was in a good mood, lifting his bag, Chong Yue Xiao raised the corner of his mouth: "Thank you!"

In the open space of the community, many people gather in twos and threes to set off firecrackers. Adults and children have them. The ground has been covered with a layer of red gun coats, all of which are left over from the explosion. It feels particularly sensible to step on.

Not far away, a group of people hung a long string of firecrackers on a branch, lit the fuse with a match, and ran away with their ears covered. The crackling of the firecrackers made the branches sway, and finally fell to the ground and exploded.

The gray smoke floated over, smelling the "Chinese New Year".

Wen Ai picked up a spacious ground, took out a second kick that was thicker than his five fingers combined, and was about to release it excitedly.

Yue Xiao took away his lighter and second kick: "I will help you."

"No." Wen Ai looked at his empty hands, turned his head and asked Yue Xiao, "What am I playing when you ordered for me? Your behavior is like peeing with me, but you got into the toilet and said first It’s like peeing for me."

Yue Xiao was amused by his description, took out a firework stick from his bag, lit it and handed it to him: "You play this."

Wen Ai danced with the firework stick twice, and looked at the bright trajectory drawn in the air, with no energy at all: "What is there to play with this?"

After that, he threw the firework stick and kicked it out again.

"This danger." Yue Xiao took him away again, "I'll let it go if you want to hear it."

"Why are you always robbing me!" Wen Ai got angry, "I want to let it go!"

Yue Xiao coaxed patiently: "It's easy to blow your hands."

"Then why don't you explode?" Wen Ai kicked the extinguished pyrotechnic stick on the ground, "Don't say this, this thing is not a firecracker."

Yue Xiao gave him a small paper box: "That counts."

Wen Ai looked down at the street lamp--

Throw a gun.

It makes a sound when you fall on a hard object, and the volume is very low.

A must-have for three-year-olds.

It took a long time for Wen Ai to raise his head, and calmly stretched out his hand towards Yue Xiao: "Give me two more boxes."

Yue Xiao flipped through the bag, gave him all the remaining nine boxes, and added deadly: "Play slowly."

Wen Ai opened the carton without saying a word, and dumped all the cannons into his cotton-padded jacket pockets, falling down on both sides.

He looked up at Yue Xiao, stepped back a little distance, grabbed a throwing cannon and smashed it at Yue Xiao's feet.

"Tell you not to let me play two kicks! Tell you to smash the cannon!" Wen Ai opened the bow with both hands at the same time, smashed one after another, crackling and exploding Yue Xiao to the ground. "Blow up you bully!"

The power of the cannon is not strong, but it can't withstand the siege of Wen Ai, which is like a rainstorm. Yue Xiao jumped and dodged. The usual image of decent and sensible was gone, and he was indescribable. .

Wen Ai stared at him like that, and suddenly laughed out of a "pouch", and the suffocation in her heart was instantly cleared.

It just so happened that the cannon in his pocket was gone, and Wen Ai stood there with his hands and laughed at him.

Yue Xiao didn't hide either, stopped a few steps away from Wen Ai, his sight was firmly drawn in.

There were two bright red lanterns hung on the windows of the people nearby, and Wen Ai was reflected in the red light. There was a smile on his delicate face. The smile was really warm and beautiful.

Yue Xiao's heart suddenly beat fast.

Bang bang bang bang bang-

It almost stopped.