Certificates, candies, game cards, notebooks, tapes, MP3s, old albums, pens, newspapers, sneakers...

All kinds of gifts were piled up in front of him. Ying and Chen looked around. He was about to laugh at him, but when he turned around and saw the other person's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at these messy and useless things. one's gift.

They may look like they're there to make up the final gift, but what if they have a purpose?

These things have never been given to him.

While his classmates were playing games and handing out love letters and eavesdropping on idol tapes, he stayed out late at night because he didn't want to go home. There will be no festivals. Every festival is the best time for family conflicts to break out.

Until he graduated from high school, he didn't have any friends that he could name, let alone any classmates who gave gifts to each other.

Zhuo Shu saw him staring blankly at these gadgets, sat down beside him, and said warmly, "We didn't know each other until we were twenty-seven years old. I didn't participate in your childhood at all, so these gifts are given to Ying Xiaotong. Dust."

Ying Tongchen trembled slightly between his fingers, blinked his eyes, took back the tears that suddenly poured into his eyes, and solemnly repacked all the small gifts into the box, inadvertently speaking with a nasal voice: "Thank you."

Zhuo Shu tilted his head to look, held his face with both hands, squeezed in gently, his beautiful face was instantly deformed, and he smiled happily: "No way, Teacher Ying is still a little crying bag?"

Ying Tongchen glanced at him angrily, his eyes slightly reddened.

"Don't be like this." Zhuo Shu looked at his lips that were lifted up by external force, pecked, and said with a smile, "If you look at me like this again, I can't help it... just take the ground as the ground here. seated."

"..." Ying Tongchen pushed him away and continued to organize the gifts.

"There's still a big gift, don't you want to look for it?" Zhuo Shu bewitched.

Ying Tongchen looked up at the tree: "It's on the top of the tree."

Zhuo Shu smiled without saying a word.

Ying Tongchen got up, stood on tiptoe, and took a Christmas card from the top of the tree: "Childish."

Opening the card, there was still a letter in it, and he looked at Zhuo Shu suspiciously.

Zhuo Shu scratched his face: "You should have received a lot of love letters, but how can you miss me. If only the person I confessed to you before was me, it would be great."

"Childish, it's not like I love you again..." Ying Tongchen unfolded the letter and stared at it for a moment, his chest was slightly hot.

——Hello, classmate Ying, nice to meet you, I am your future boyfriend Zhuo Shu.

Give me the rest of your life, okay? I will be responsible.

The room became very quiet, and Zhuo Shu didn't dare to come out. After a long while, he said, "Why, isn't the writing good? Should I add some more words?"

"Nasty." Ying Tongchen put the letter in his pocket, rubbed the page, "carry these things into the car."

"Oh..." Zhuo Shu put these boxes into the car tirelessly, and when he turned around, he found that Ying Tongchen came out and went around to the backyard alone.

He quickly followed, saw him standing beside a small sapling, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Do you remember the last time you left first and left me here alone to supervise?" Ying Tongchen asked.

"Well, I actually thought you were going to break up with me at the time, but I didn't want to, so I ran away." Zhuo Shu said frankly.

Ying Tongchen pointed at a wooden sign hanging on the branch with a smile: "Then I scolded you on it. The workers said that scolding people on this is very effective."

"Others lied to you. It's obviously only a wish that can be fulfilled." Zhuo Shu laughed and took a closer look at the wooden sign.

- Zhuogou, I seem to like you a little bit. Of course, just a little bit.

Go to hell you.

Zhuo Shu slowly widened his eyes, pointed at the sign, turned his head in disbelief, and said incoherently, "You, you... when did it happen?"

"Forgot." Ying Tongchen turned around and wanted to leave.

"No, you have to explain it clearly." Zhuo Shu held him back, with a small smile on his face, "So you fell in love with me so early, but why only a little?"

"Isn't a little enough?"

"It's not enough, we must pay attention to fairness." Zhuo Shuyi said righteously, "I am a lot, how can you only be a little bit."

"We have to fight for this too? That's fine." Ying Tongchen took out his pen, crossed out "a little bit" and changed it to "too much, too much."

Zhuo Shu was satisfied and suddenly hugged him: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone last time."

"If you stayed at that time..." Ying Tongchen recalled his mood at the time, "It may end badly."

"..." Zhuo Shu sneered, "Don't let the wind blow outside."

"Um."

"Go back to the quilt and warm up." Zhuo Shuxue Zhi Bo said.

Ying Tongchen: "..."

That night, Ying Tongchen once again asked for advice on the strength of the younger man. Recalling that when the two first met, the skills were really different from what they are now. It used to be so painful that couldn't sleep, but now can't sleep because of the coolness.

It wasn't until it was almost dawn that Ying Tongchen fell asleep exhausted. slept until the afternoon, and before opened eyes, realized that the territory was lost again.

"..."

Zhuo Shu smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. At this time, Ying Tongchen was really attractive: "Student Ying, I suddenly feel that it's okay to only know each other at the age of twenty-seven."

"Well," Ying Tongchen couldn't say a complete sentence, "Well, how...?"

"I met too early, I may not be able to help but want to fuck you, a minor." Zhuo Shu said.

"..."

The two spent the whole weekend in the villa, and occasionally when they got out of bed, Ying Tongchen would go downstairs to loosen the soil and water the saplings, and then Zhuo Shu himself watered the loosening soil. .

On Sunday night, Zhuo Shu sent him home, and he moved back and forth several times before moving the gift box up.