After drinking and eating, Shen Qinghe's flat belly was a little bulging. He was so full that it was difficult to even move while sitting on the chair.
Thinking about how to get home without any trouble.
After Jiang Yao finished paying the bill, he pulled his hand back out of habit but didn't catch anyone.
When he turned around, Shen Qinghe was still sitting motionless, with his legs slightly apart and his hands on the chair, looking up at him with his eyes blinking.
"Shen Qinghe?"
Shen Qinghe responded childishly: "Yes."
"go home."
She lied: "You carry me, I'm drunk and can't walk."
tThey didn't drink at all just now.
Jiang Yao kept staring at her quietly, and Shen Qinghe suddenly felt a little embarrassed and should act more like himself.
She thought about all the sad things in her short life before she managed to squeeze out two tears.
The shoulders were shrugged, imitating crying.
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?"
Shen Qinghe was so angry that he ran directly to him, pointing to the two tears in the corner of his eyes: "I'm crying!"
"Aren't you not drunk?" Jiang Yao was teasing her deliberately to make her show off.
Shen Qinghe rolled his eyes, and in order to avoid walking home, he directly poured a glass of vinegar, held his breath, and drank it down.
She was so sore that she frowned and grinned.
Jiang Yao didn't stop her and asked calmly: "Sister, are you drunk...jealous?"
"That's right!" Shen Qinghe avoided his gaze and said nonsense seriously, "Fruit vinegar is made from fermented fruit wine, so of course it will make you drunk."
Fallacies.
Jiang Yao looked at her with a half-smile, "You just had a drink and you're drunk?"
"Don't you know that fruit wine has great staying power?"
Jiang Yao paused for two seconds, lowered his eyelids, and almost came to her ear, seducing her: "But, when you are drunk, you still call me brother?"
"Brother..." Shen Qinghe rarely calls her brother when she is awake, and her shame makes her turn around, "Big brother, big brother welcomes you!"
Jiang Yao was so angry that his teeth itched: "...?" He shouted, "Shang Mai?"
He turned his back, half-crouched, and patted his shoulder: "Come up, little ancestor."
Shen Qinghe finally got what he wanted. Without saying a word, she wrapped her slender arms around the boy's neck, jumped lightly, and lay on his back.
Jiang Yao couldn't stand firm and staggered.
Shen Qinghe laughed at him: "Are you not good at it?"
——
The Jiang family's old house is located in a remote location. The closer it is to the old house, the sparsely populated it becomes.
It was late at night, and the moon was covered by idle clouds. The street lamps stretched and overlapped the silhouettes of the two people.
Jiang Yao took every step carefully and hummed a song to coax the little ancestor on his back to sleep.
Shen Qinghe was so sleepy that he was unconscious and buried his head on his back.
He hummed and said, "Jiang Yao."
"I am here."
"Actually, I..." Shen Qinghe talked to him completely by consciousness, his voice getting softer and softer, "I've been back."
Jiang Yao stopped, half of his body was stiff, he couldn't believe what she said was true.
"Why did you stop?" Her voice disappeared in the wind.
No one answered her. Shen Qinghe raised her upper body in confusion, and the cold wind poured into her collar. She was so cold that she shivered slightly.
He drew back and babbled: "At that time, I wanted to see you like crazy, so I skipped class. I didn't know the reason at the time."
She paused and continued: "Now, I understand that it is because I miss you that I want to see you."
After a long silence, Jiang Yao found his voice and spoke with a semi-ridiculous tone: "I know you have been plotting against me for a long time and are still evil."
"..." Where is the face?
"You said you have a crush on me, but you still don't admit it."
Shen Qinghe grabbed Jiang Yao's ears angrily and said aggressively: "Who has been plotting against whom for a long time?"
"You to me."
"I don't know who it is! Because I won't come back, I am depressed. The background of my phone and wallet are all my photos, and they are updated regularly!"
Jiang Yao: "..."
Those little bastards just sold him out?
——
Getting closer to home, Jiang Yao was so tired that he was sweating profusely and his breathing became heavier: "Am I good at it?"
Why is this man so vindictive?
"Okay, okay, you're the best."
"If Mr. Chen had carried you, he wouldn't have carried you this far."
Shen Qinghe deliberately made him angry: "Maybe someone knows how to take a taxi."
Jiang Yao bumped her twice as punishment.
Shen Qinghe's stomach turned uncomfortably: "Jiang Yao, I feel like vomiting."
"Bear it."
Even so, he found a bench and put the person down.
There were not many people sitting on the benches, and the temperature was low at night.
Jiang Yao pulled her to sit on his lap, lifted up two pieces of clothing, and raised his hand to rub her stomach through the single piece of clothing.
Shen Qinghe was like a cat that was pampered by its owner, with a satisfied look on his face. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the comfort he brought, and nestled in his arms, feeling sleepy again.
He had walked in single clothes for so long, but his fingertips were still warm, and the heat continued to reach her stomach through the sweater.
Jiang Yao rubbed it down again, and his belly that was just round suddenly became flat.
The corners of his lips curved silently, he lowered his head slightly, placed his thin lips next to his ear and asked softly: "Aren't you tired of breathing in?"