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They strolled around the flower market for a long time, and only bought this one flower pot, and didn't buy anything else, mainly because Zhan Weiyang felt that he had no time to take care of other plants.
Driving back home, Pei Qing parked the car in front of the door.
Aunt Luo came out of the house and stood at the door to watch them remove the flowerpot. She said in surprise, "Why buy such a big flowerpot?"
Zhan Weiyang said: "Only can I live."
Aunt Luo was inexplicable.
Pei Qing and Zhan Weiyang moved the flower pot to the balcony on the second floor together, and put it on the seat that Zhan Weiyang had chosen for him.
In the afternoon, Zhan Weiyang squatted on the ground, took a wet rag in his hand, and carefully wiped his flower pot.
Pei Qing stood by the door leading to the balcony, leaning against the door frame to look at him.
Zhan Weiyang's expression was very focused, the sun was shining on his head, his soft short hair was lightly blond, a little perspiration was oozing from his forehead and the tip of his nose, and his fair cheeks showed a healthy rosy glow.
He pursed his lips tightly, and the corners of his lips, which were always slightly upturned, stretched into a serious straight line, and his eyes stared straight at the large flower pot in front of him, as if he was doing a sacred thing.
Pei Qing couldn't explain why he kept standing here and looking at Zhan Weiyang. Now both he and Zhan Weiyang are doing a very boring thing, but he just can't take his eyes away. It's like back in childhood, squatting at the door of the house and watching the ants crawling along the concrete floor.
Zhan Weiyang is naturally not an ant. He is a better-looking boy than ordinary boys. Because he is squatting on the ground, a waist is exposed between the hem of his hooded sweater and the waist of his trousers. He is thin and dazzlingly white. If it wasn't for his bad brain, Pei Qing thought to himself, at this age, he should be a confident and dazzling teenager like his brother Zhan Weiguang. Maybe he was secretly in love, and on such a sunny weekend afternoon, he was playing basketball with a group of teenagers, and when he scored a goal, girls would cheer him up. You shouldn't be squatting on your balcony with a big flower pot anyway.
When Pei Qing thought of this, Zhan Weiyang had already cleaned his flower pot, and was squatting on the ground and walking around the flower pot for half a circle, wanting to see if there was anything left uncleaned, so Pei Qing couldn't help but smile.
Zhan Weiyang stood up from the ground, turned around and saw Pei Qing, suddenly showed a bright smile, waved at him, and walked over.
He stopped beside Pei Qing, raised the hand holding the rag, and said, "I'm going to wash the rag."
Pei Qing stepped aside and said, "Go ahead."
Zhan Weiyang nodded, walked past Pei Qing into the corridor, and headed for the bathroom. He washed the rag with soap in the wash basin in the bathroom, took it back to the balcony, and hung it on the hanging rope, then walked over to his flower pot and looked at the flower pot with satisfaction.
Pei Qing couldn't help teasing him: "Do you want to name your flowerpot?"
Zhan Weiyang suddenly looked at him in surprise, and said softly, "Ah?" Obviously, he hadn't thought about this issue beforehand.
Pei Qing sometimes thinks it's not good to tease Zhan Weiyang, but he can't help it. He said, "Yes, there should be a name. You all have a name."
Zhan Weiyang turned his head and stared at the flower pot, lost in thought.
Pei Qing waited for him quietly.
It turned out that after a while, Zhan Weiyang raised his two legs and stepped into the flower pot one after the other, and he silently sat down in the flower pot with his legs in his arms.
At that moment, Pei Qing had an illusion, as if Zhan Weiyang had really turned into a green plant with lush foliage in front of him. Although it was growing vigorously, he could no longer move or speak, and wanted to make fun of him. When teasing him, he will no longer react.
Before realizing that his emotions at that time were panic, Pei Qing had already walked towards Zhan Weiyang subconsciously.
He squatted outside the flower pot and called him: "Yangyang?"
Zhan Weiyang looked at Pei Qing, but didn't respond.
Pei Qing raised his hand and touched Zhan Weiyang's forehead. His forehead was soaked with sweat, but it was slightly cold.
Without warning, Zhan Weiyang suddenly said: "I don't know what it's called, it's my flower pot."
Pei Qing said, "Okay, no more, it's your flowerpot."
Zhan Weiyang was still sitting inside holding his legs, staring at Pei Qing for a while, thinking seriously, and said, "I want to go downstairs to shovel some soil, can you help me pour it in later?"
Pei Qing stopped him: "No more today, another day."
Zhan Weiyang asked, "Why?"
Pei Qing said, "Because you have class tomorrow, you have planted yourself in the soil. How will you be in class tomorrow?"
Zhan Weiyang thought about it and thought it made sense.
Pei Qing continued: "Have you forgotten Chen Youyou? He was injured on his forehead because of you. Why don't you go to school tomorrow to comfort him?"
Zhan Weiyang looked at Pei Qing's eyes flashing light, "I almost forgot, brother Qin, you are really good."
Pei Qing stretched out a hand to him: "Come out."
Zhan Weiyang's eyes fell on Pei Qing's palm, but he didn't move for a long time, and he didn't really want to come out.
Pei Qing noticed it and asked him, "Don't you want to come out?"
Zhan Weiyang said, "Well."
Pei Qing asked him, "Why?"
Zhan Weiyang thought for a while and said, "I'm very good hereβ" He tried hard to find a word to express his meaning, and finally found it successfully. He was very surprised and said to Pei Qing happily. : "A sense of belonging!"
Pei Qing buffered him and shook his head, "No, you didn't. You've been busy all day, do you want to take a nap? Can you take a nap in Brother Qin's bed?"
Zhan Weiyang felt that it sounded very attractive to him, and he was a little confused.
Pei Qian stretched out both hands, "I'll carry you out." His arms crossed Zhan Weiyang's armpits. Seeing that he didn't struggle, he first supported him to stand up, and then hugged his waist to lift his whole body from his back. Hold it in a flowerpot.