Chapter 20

From that day on, Xingcheng discovered that Ning Xi had no longer resisted all his offensives, and Ning Xi could face the behavior of holding hands with one disagreement.

In early December, all senior high school students entered the state of preparation again and were about to usher in the first examination in early January.

Ning Xi was hanging her beams and pricking her hair at home every day after school. Xingcheng tasted the sweetness a few days ago. When he became nervous, he experienced three times but didn't enter. He didn't dare to provoke Ning Xi at all.

Senior high school students in Chengdu will conduct three city-wide diagnostic tests before the college entrance examination, directly ranking the city, including the satellite city of Chengdu, which belongs to the surrounding Chengdu, etc., and you can see that their grades are at the level of the entire Chengdu city.

The liberal arts in Shizhong is the best in Chengdu, and Ning Xi's grades rank high in grades. The ranking of this exam has a profound impact on him, so the importance of this is naturally no problem.

Ying and I were a child from Beijing. I didn’t understand the situation when I was in the zero-diagnosis this year. I thought this kind of call was a physical examination. I was still nervous for a while. Xi, why are you still having many checkpoints in your physical examination here?

After lunch, Ning Xi didn't leave the classroom, so Xingcheng made a copy of dumplings.

The clear soup was mixed with some spicy rice. Ning Xi almost choked after drinking it with a mouthful of soup. His eyes were red with red tears, and he avoided Xingcheng's fingertips and scolded fiercely: "I'm not abused."

Xingcheng was quite proud and smiled: "Isn't this waiting for you to abuse me?"

While Ning Xi was busy these days, Xingcheng completely forgot to wait for the beginning of January that he would have to take the final exam, so he rode his bicycle out of the wild after evening self-study.

A group of boys from the second year of high school just figured out the school routine, without the tension of the third year of high school, and were more familiar with this piece of land than those in the first year of high school, which happened to be the most ruthless and uncontrollable time.

Qingyang District is very large and is the central urban area of ​​Chengdu. After several generations, Xingcheng and Ningxi are both native and have their own ID cards starting from 510105. At that time, Xingcheng's family was still in the army.

At that time, the Chengdu Military Region had not yet entered the Western Theater Command. The military organs, the Provincial Party Committee and the CPPCC were all located in the jurisdiction, and almost all the houses and work that Xingcheng had divided at home were in this area.

Three-fifths of the ancient Shu City are in Qingyang District, General Street, and Dongchenggen Street. These areas are places where you can chase Ning Xi and ride a bicycle to walk. There is a very famous roasted goods under the overpass next to Kuanzhai Alley. Every year during the Spring Festival, the children in the area have to pack the goods in bags.

Xingcheng led a large group of boys to ride a bicycle by the Funan River. The lights were dim at night, and there were no people on the road. As soon as he turned, Xingcheng saw the residential area next to him that had been particularly mysterious to him since he was a child.

This was called a villa in the past, but now it sounds better if you change your name.

Xingcheng especially likes the houses of Huanhua, single-family villas, deep in the downtown area, quiet and elegant, and the rice-apricot-colored exterior walls are square, grand and quaint, which must be particularly in line with his brother's aesthetic.

I heard from junior high school students that there are independent library rooms, private gardens, green breezes and public security, so the walls must be one meter thick...

I passed by the road several times when I walked around, and I walked on the road, facing the Funan River, and next to Baihuatan Park. I can still take a walk when I am old!

I've thought far.

There will definitely be no new properties in the future, this is a problem.

Xingcheng went around to the sales office to check the price, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, set a goal first.

He also had to work hard for such a thick wall.

When he arrived at the square where he had lunch, Xingcheng stopped and sent a message to Ning Xi. The thoughts in his mind could not be controlled at all. He asked his brother, would he buy a second-hand house in the future?

Ning Xi was still thinking that this kid didn’t plan to study hard and wanted to sell a second-hand house. After thinking about it, he should have said what he meant in the future, and he couldn’t help but feel a little touched. He replied: If you have it, you can do it.

While Xingcheng was picking skewers, he was even thinking about what materials he needed for the sofa at home...

But it depends on what his brother likes.

Xingcheng packed the barbecue and replied to him: In fact, the second-hand house is not bad.

Ning Xi replied slowly: That's not what he meant.

He turned the question book aside, and the night wind rolled up a corner of the curtain, quietly blew away the rubber chips on Ning Xi's math book, and then blew away. Below was the old-fashioned desk, with a glass plate on the wooden tabletop.

A Xingcheng ID photo was pressed under the glass plate, just like the one on the Xingcheng school card.

The photo was taken secretly by Ning Xi, and printed it at the printing shop. Six pieces were cut in an inch, and the first five pieces were thrown away, and only one was left, and lying quietly under the glass.

Ning Xi lowered his head and sighed softly at the glass, and a little white mist appeared on the table.

After tying his fingertips a few times, Xingcheng's face gradually became clear, and Ning Xi sighed.

He held his cell phone and typed slowly.

I mean, just have you.

...

That day, the winter solstice was empty, and Xingcheng never asked Ning Xi.

Sometimes he feels that he and his brother will never be able to empathize with each other in the family.

All you can do in Xingcheng is to accompany, protect, and use your own strength to make Ning Xi live a better life.

Apart from the occasional necessity of being a hooligan, his brother is looking at him coldly, his life is quite comfortable.

Now, no matter what he said to Ning Xi, there will always be a response.

With the response of feelings, life becomes more tacit.

Xingcheng felt like a sail on his head, smooth sailing and everything was fine.

This Saturday, the second year of high school is still not in class. The rest time for the third year of high school is a little longer. Xingcheng got off the court and went to Ningxi's house for dinner.

He went to the school gate to get two portions of beef rice noodles, turned into the supermarket and got two bottles of red pomegranate soda, and when he returned to Ning Xi's house, he unscrewed the bottle cap, fucked, and sprayed all of them.

Ning Xi was too lazy to laugh at him, so he wiped the floor with a rag and threw it into the pool to wash it.

As for the smell of Xingcheng, let yourself roll and find a way to go to the bathroom to wash!

Xingcheng wants to wash the drinks on his body, and then take them off. After taking them at will, he will put them on the cabinet next to him.

Ning Xi sat at the small table and put vinegar into the rice noodles. His eyes were pointed, and he saw a little unnatural redness in the wrist guard. He picked it up and saw that there were some light blood stains next to the layer next to the skin.

He will never admit his mistakes as it is deep red and sticky.

When Xingcheng came out of the bathroom, Ning Xi put the wrist guard back to its original place.

Although he was introverted, he was also straightforward. He raised his eyes and asked Xingcheng: "Why is there blood in his wrist guard?"

Xingcheng was stunned by the question and quickly reacted!

I won money when playing streetball last night. I played too wild and got a little injured when I got home and went to stop the bleeding. I didn’t pay attention to whether my wrist guards were stained with blood...

Xingcheng took off the convenient chopsticks and added chili while answering seriously: "I was injured when I played basketball yesterday."

Ning Xi was a little suspicious of the fight or other reasons, but after looking at Xingcheng, there seemed to be no big problem, so he forced Xingcheng to lift his clothes before giving up.

But Ning Xi still couldn't change his habit of protecting a baby. His face was gloomy. After taking a few bites, he couldn't help asking him: "Which group of people fight with, it's so dark."

Xingcheng complained secretly now. If he talked about a few people casually, he would not be able to deal with him on the court next time?

"Hey, just the other people who were in the school team, probably haven't played street ball in the district, so there's no way."

After Xingcheng finished speaking, he couldn't make up any more, so it was absolutely terrible to let him lie in front of Ning Xi.

He looked at Ning Xi's face and decided to change the topic: "Brother, you bought me a wrist guard for four or five hundred yuan. Where did you get the money?"

Ning Xi glanced at him: "It's saved."

This time, Zhangxing didn't believe it: "Really?"

I don’t give me much every month, can I save it?

He hesitated for a while and continued to ask: "Why should I buy wrist guards? Because I gave you one before?"

After eating rice noodles, Ning Xi took a tissue and wiped his mouth, stretched out his other hand and grabbed Xingcheng's wrist, and said softly: "I'm trapped."

Xingcheng suddenly used his strength to hold Ning Xi with his back hand, and the two fingers were facing each other, gradually dispersing, and their fingers were interlocking...

He stretched out his thumb and gently clenched Ning Xi's palm. Xingcheng's lips hung a smirk. His whole handsome face was immersed in the winter afternoon sun. Ning Xi couldn't help but pull out his hand...

He made a splash.

The little fool is still a big fool when he grows up.

Xingcheng covered his head and was almost dying of pain, but he still asked unwillingly: "Brother, do you know what it means to sting your palm?"

Ning Xi picked up the two empty bowls he had eaten and walked towards the kitchen, and threw it down: "You skin."

Xingcheng saw his brother hit him, and thought he really understood. Then he rekindled the fire of hope and shouted to the kitchen with his throat: "You go to Baidu later!"

This was what he knew when he went to Lugu Lake a few years ago. There is a custom in the local Mosuo people...

Later, Ning Xi checked Baidu without any, Xingcheng didn't know, but he only knew that when his brother turned around, he spread his palm and said, "You should also sting me back."

Ning Xi walked over and raised his hand. Xingcheng thought his brother was going to slap him in the hand.

Ning Xi bent his knuckles, touched Xingcheng's palms, and gently scratched them.

After finishing the movement, Ning Xi blushed and said, "Self-hearted."

When he heard these two words, Xingcheng was still quite sensitive. He cared about his brother's attitude towards these things. He straightened his back, measured his height of about 1.8 meters, and secretly decided to show his brother what a real man was on one day.

Xingcheng is still very satisfied with the height issue.

There is a wall in Ning Xi’s house, which is tailored to record how tall it is every year.

If you have a length, use the pencil to draw a horizontal bar, and then write a row of small pencil characters next to it, such as "2004.8.12"...

In a certain year, his handwriting became gentler and not so strong. Xingcheng finally saw the year clearly and guessed that it should be the year after Uncle Ning’s death. He came to help Ning Xi record his height and became Ning Xi’s mother.

It still happened every year after that, until Ning Xi’s mother remarried and the pencil was stopped. The little Ning Xi seemed to have really stayed in that year.

But it happened that year that he really grew up.

After gesturing for a few times, Xingcheng Xiao Ning Xi was short, so he asked for a pencil and took a pen to make up his own.

Then, according to memory, I made up for the years I had forgotten little by little.

The two of them could clearly see that at a certain intersection of a certain year, Xingcheng's height gradually surpassed Ning Xi and was always above him.

Xingcheng reached out and touched the dark gray pencil print, saying, "When I grew up, I will always be five centimeters taller than you."

It will always be for you.

After Xingcheng finished speaking, he kicked the basketball next to the shoe cabinet.

The basketball rolled to Xingcheng's feet, Ning Xi leaned against the wall, held Xingcheng's shoulders and stepped on it.

They kissed against the wall.

Xingcheng surrounded Ning Xi so much, but he was a little shorter, and his face was held by Ning Xi, and he was so close that he was so delicate and affectionate.
Chapter completed!