Chapter 65 Chapter 65 I'll give you half

There was a heavy rain outside the eaves, but it had nothing to do with the tranquility under the eaves.

The young man squatting on the edge of the stairs slowly stood up and looked down at Chen Luan in front of him.

The pajamas were loose and she was wearing a pair of slippers on her bare feet.

In his hand he still held the black umbrella handle, the black and white were so distinct.

The umbrella held above his head blocked the raindrops that slanted in from outside and landed on his trouser legs and shoes. The dark warm light from the street lamp was reflected in his gray eyes.

Like a clear spring, the water ripples and bends in subtle arcs.

The sourness and fear that had been blocking my chest for days now found an outlet and crowded up into my throat.

It's so sticky that it's a bit painful.

“…Chen Luan.”

Jiang Ling raised her hand and tentatively hooked Chen Luan's wrist that was hanging by her side.

The latter did not refuse.

So amid the deafening sound of the heartbeat, the boy came closer and slowly and carefully put his arm around the shoulders of the person in front of him.

The familiar warmth and smell filled my arms, filling up my empty chest.

The endless fall stopped.

It was as if it was held up by a gentle breeze and landed gently on the ground.

Jiang Ling rested her chin on Chen Luan's shoulder and tightened her arms to hug Chen Luan.

Like hugging your own burning heart.

A hoarse and difficult voice came out muffled, mixed in with the increasingly loud sound of rain.

"Chen Luan."

“…You can’t ignore me.”

A wind blew over, carrying with it the damp smell of rain.

A sigh sounded in my ears.

The tense shoulders were patted gently.

"You can't secretly wipe the rain water on your hands onto my clothes."

The voice carried the same lazy smile as usual: "Jiang Ling, I just changed into clean pajamas."

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment, then curled up the corners of his lips and chuckled.

The dangling feet finally touched the ground.

"I'll wash it for you."

"There's a washing machine at home."

"The washing machine can't wash as well as I can."

"? I sold the washing machine and you're squatting on the balcony using it as a washing machine."

"...Do you still throw away the trash?"

"Throw."

"Give it to me. It's raining so hard and you're wearing so little, don't go out."

"good."

Chen Luan handed over the umbrella and garbage bag in his hand, and watched the boy run into the rain, his figure blurred by the rain and fog, and then turned back and became clear again.

Like a big, happy stuffed animal.

The stuffed animal returned to the eaves, closed its umbrella, and shook off the raindrops that splashed on its hair and clothes.

Then he smiled at Chen Luan.

Chen Luan's heart softened without him even noticing.

…

Silly.

He raised his hand and slapped Jiang Ling lightly on the forehead, then turned back.

The latter followed Chen Luan closely.

Like a little tail.

The relationship seems to be back on track.

Jiang Ling never did anything out of line again, and his life passed peacefully until the end of the freshman military training.

No one ever mentioned the kiss again.

But life is not completely unchanged.

For example, Chen Luan never changed his clothes in front of them again.

For example, no one was allowed to enter Chen Luan's room from then on.

For example, the hugs and intimacy that used to be so natural have now stopped at just touching the head and patting the shoulders, and have not progressed any further.

Jiang Ling felt like going crazy, but there was nothing he could do.

Only Jiang Xun was calm as usual, but he suddenly used a cold tone to poke an arrow into Jiang Ling's heart, making Jiang Ling feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Ling felt that Jiang Xun would not give up, and his brother must have been secretly holding something big.

He was waiting for Chen Luan to calm down, and...

Let your guard down.

In early November, the wind began to become lighter and thinner, cutting diagonally through the increasingly sparse branches, and carrying the leaves off the branches and making them fly.

Jiang Ling was dizzy after two weeks of theoretical classes. All he could think about were the dynamics of high-mobility mechas, ecological analysis of contaminated areas, and battlefield maintenance theories. Even at night, he was buried in the sea of ​​books in his dreams. It was like the books with arms and legs were chasing him and biting him.

What’s even more torturous is that I have to fold tofu blocks and tidy up the room the next morning.

Dormitory A9-1101 has been deducted points twice for poor housekeeping. Jiang Ling's tofu blocks were stacked like fermented tofu, and she was just one step away from being thrown out by the housekeeping officer.

Before Chen Luan's mecha practical class even started, Jiang Ling already felt that she was going to be turned into an idiot by Cheng Shan's theoretical class.

After finishing the last class of the day, Jiang Ling walked out of the teaching building with a gait that made her walk on flat ground draw her soul, staring blankly at the sunset glow that was dyed orange.

My mind is blank.

The phone vibrated, indicating new information, but Jiang Ling's head, clogged with knowledge, didn't want to think.

Jiang Xun followed him, holding a textbook as heavy as a brick, and took out the phone from Jiang Ling's pocket and unlocked it with Face ID.

"Chen Luan is waiting for us outside the school gate."

"?"

His blank head, stretched and flattened by the vast and complex theoretical classes, turned around a little sluggishly, and the tuft of hair on his head shook. "Tomorrow is not the weekend. I need to report and ask for leave to leave the school."

If you don't have a leave note at the school gate, you will be stopped at the guard post.

Jiang Xun put the phone back and said, "He applied for leave for us and then approved it himself."

Jiang Ling held the phone in her hand, a question mark slowly appearing above her head.

Chen Luan rarely did such things. When school started, he didn't let them take the bus into the school. Instead, he hurriedly got off the bus and walked into the school with other freshmen.

Jiang Xun raised his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Ling, who looked like he had lost himself in studying. "Did you forget that today is your birthday?"

Jiang Ling: “…”

Depend on.

I've been taking too many theoretical classes recently and my brain has been confused. I have completely forgotten about this.

Chen Luan would carefully prepare gifts for their birthdays every year, and this year would be no exception.

After the two people showed their student ID cards and passed the verification through the system at the booth, they saw Chen Luan leaning against the car across the street from a distance.

The streets were wet from the recent rain, the lights from the shop windows streamed out warmly, the wind carried a damp chill, and the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees made a slight rustling sound as pedestrians walked by.

Chen Luan was not wearing a military uniform, nor was he wearing the gray combat uniform that he almost never took off. His warm camel-colored windbreaker shone like a warm lamp next to the black SUV, as if the early winter chill in the air around him had been dispelled a little.

When she saw the two of them come out, her beautiful eyes immediately curved upwards into crescent shapes.

"elder brother."

Jiang Xun crossed the road and stood in front of Chen Luan, a smile appearing in his cold eyes.

The hair was rubbed.

Jiang Ling tried to cheat and tried to hang onto Chen Luan, but the latter held his head and pushed him away. When he couldn't push him away, he got annoyed and kicked him.

The world is quiet.

The damp and cold air was filled with the sweet and sticky smell of sugar-roasted chestnuts and roasted sweet potatoes.

The three of them got in the car. Chen Luan took three steaming hot paper packages from the passenger seat and handed them to the back seat. There was a hint of laughter in his voice: "Two roasted sweet potatoes and a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts. I've made a restaurant reservation. If you two are hungry, feel free to eat."

Then he took out two cups of hot milk tea from the water cup: "And milk tea."

Jiang Xun looked at the pile in his hand, a helpless smile spread across his eyes: "I'm afraid he's already full before even reaching the restaurant."

At the traffic light ahead, Chen Luan, who was driving, didn't look back and said casually, "Everyone said it was delicious online, so I just bought it."

smoothly?

Jiang Ling rummaged through the pile of things and took a look.

The bags of roasted sweet potatoes and chestnuts are printed with the Lihuang trademark. They have been very popular on social platforms recently, and people have to wait in line for a long time to buy them.

Milk tea is Meihuaxiang’s new seasonal product and is also very popular and hard to get.

The two brothers looked at each other, and their gazes fell back on Chen Luan's fingers gripping the steering wheel.

There was a slight redness on the fingertips, which showed that they had been frozen outside for a long time.

The car was very quiet, with only the gentle sound of the heater and air conditioner and the low hum of the car engine.

Occasionally, there is a crisp sound like the chestnut shell being squeezed open.

When the car stopped in the parking lot outside the restaurant, Chen Luan had just gotten out when a bulging paper bag was handed to him.

Inside is a bag full of peeled, warm glutinous chestnuts that are emitting an enticing sweet aroma.

The temperature seemed to melt from the palm of the hand holding the paper bag, and slowly warmed the chest along the flow of blood.

Chen Luan laughed.

He raised his hand and rubbed each of his two younger brothers' heads.

"Let's go up and eat together."

Although Chen Luan's salary is not enough to book a table at a top-tier luxury restaurant, an occasional meal at a mid-range or high-end restaurant will not be a financial burden.

The flower bouquet and cake were already placed at the seat that had been reserved in advance. The table was by the window, and the candlelight reflected on the glass swayed in the misty blue prelude to night.

The three of them sat down.

Chen Luan took out two velvet boxes that he had prepared long ago. The warm candlelight reflected like starlight in his upward-curved eyes:

"Jiang Xun, Jiang Ling, happy birthday."

This year's gift is still a fair gift for two.

Two pairs of custom-made jewel cufflinks, one red and one blue, with the names of Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling engraved in the corners of the back respectively.

But the next second, the box was pushed back again.

While Chen Luan was stunned for a moment, each of the twins took one of the cufflinks from their pair.

Then he took Chen Luan's wrists, one on the left and one on the right, and buckled the other wrist on Chen Luan's cuff.

His movements were slow, and his fingertips would occasionally brush against the skin on the back of Chen Luan's hand, but they were all done with caution and care.

After the two men buckled their hands, they did not stop immediately. Their fingertips gently stroked the gem that belonged to them, and then they looked up at Chen Luan's flashing eyes.

"Brother, when we were cutting the cake after we moved last time, you said you would share the happiness with us in half."

"Then this time, I'll give you half of my blessing."

Chen Luan blinked and curled his fingers slightly.

Two cuffs, one red and one blue, hung on his cuffs, with their names engraved on the back, shining in the flickering candlelight.

Like two stubborn and sleepless little flames.

The light was reflected in my eyes, and a fire started in my chest.

Not too hot, but hot enough.

My heart skipped a beat and then began to pound.

His dry throat rolled unconsciously. When Chen Luan's gaze met Jiang Ling's serious eyes, it immediately dropped and looked away as if burned.

“…”

"Ahem, let's cut the cake."

A good meal was turned into a tangled mess by Chen Luan after the incident of gift-giving. He sat on the chair as if there were thorns on it, feeling uncomfortable.

So much so that on the way home, my eyes kept uncontrollably falling on the two cufflinks on my wrists.

On the left is a ruby ​​engraved with Jiang Ling's name, and on the right is a sapphire engraved with Jiang Xun's name.

It always makes him feel

It gave the illusion that two people were holding his wrists, one on each side.

When Chen Luan returned home, he was still distracted.

Jiang Xun opened a movie that was newly released on the online platform and played it for Chen Luan to listen to.

There was a sound of a shaker shaking in the kitchen.

Chen Luan followed the sound into the kitchen and met Jiang Xun's eyes when he turned around.

The tall young man stood under the dim light, a long-handled metal spoon gripped between his bony fingers, ice cubes clinking in the glass in his hand.

The moment their gazes met, those cold, spring-like eyes curved upwards, melting into a pool of gentle spring water. "What's wrong? Is the movie not good? I'll go get you another one."

"……No."

Chen Luan's eyes fell on the counter where bottles and cans jingled and clanged. "Can you make cocktails?"

"Just for fun." Jiang Xun tilted his head to look at him and shook the cup in his hand: "Want to try it?"

Chen Luan thought about his alcohol tolerance and felt a little hesitant.

The young man in front of him approached and leaned over to look into Chen Luan's eyes. His gaze was calm and gentle, but his tone contained a soft request:

"I can't tell the difference myself. Today is my birthday, so why don't you be my wine taster for a day?"

"May I?"

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The author has something to say: By the way, does anyone want to do an illustration event? [Let me see] If there are many people who like it, I will go find an artist to ask for it [pat on the head]