One month countdown to the college entrance examination -

Lin'an Middle School, senior year. On this building, you can hardly see students wandering in the corridor. If you pass by the first and second floors, you can hear the sound of students reciting loudly from morning to night. These are liberal arts students. On the third and fourth floors, there is the sound of students doing papers. These are science students who are frantically doing questions.

Fu Xingzhou and Qin Yanjun are both science students. The two agreed to apply for the best universities in the country. Even though both of them have good grades, they still practice questions step by step, even harder than others. They even stay together on weekends to discuss questions. It

was not until the night before the college entrance examination that the two held hands and went out to relax.

"The exam is tomorrow, are you nervous?" Qin Yanjun shook the boy's hand and asked with his head tilted.

Fu Xingzhou pinched his fingers, smiled and shook his head.

"Don't be nervous."

Seeing a pair of cute pear-shaped curls on the boy's mouth, Qin Yanjun's smile deepened.

"Yeah."

It rained during the day, and the temperature dropped a little at night. There was a damp and cold smell in the air.

Fu Xingzhou was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but raise his hands to rub his arms, which were a little cold.

"It's so cold." He shivered.

Hearing this, Qin Yanjun stopped, opened his arms and hugged Fu Xingzhou into his arms.

"It won't be cold this way." He said softly.

Fu Xingzhou didn't expect Junjun to suddenly hug him. He was half a head shorter than Qin Yanjun. At this time, most of his face was buried in Qin Yanjun's neck, and the tips of his ears were red from shyness.

His heart was beating fast, and the curve of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger. He stretched out his hands to wrap around Qin Yanjun's slightly thin back, and rubbed his cheeks contentedly in the hollow of his neck.

"Yeah, so warm." He curled his lips and whispered.

The next day, the exciting college entrance examination began.

Fu Xingzhou and Qin Yanjun were lucky to be arranged to take the exam in their own school.

"Zhou Zhou, do you really not need your father and daddy to accompany you outside the school?" Shen Yunxing sent his son to the school gate and couldn't help asking again.

"Really, there is no need. It has been artificially rained these two days, and the roads outside are not easy to walk. There will definitely be a lot of traffic on the way back. After the exam, Junjun and I can take the bus back." Fu Xingzhou came over and hugged the two fathers one by one, and his younger brother who also came to see him off, and then smiled and waved to the three of them.

"I'm leaving." After saying that, he walked into the school side by side with Qin Yanjun, who had already said goodbye to Su Yin and her husband.

Shen Xingting put his hands to his mouth, made a trumpet gesture, and shouted to his brother: "Come on, brother, you are the best!"

Fu Xingzhou heard his brother's voice, turned around and smiled and replied: "I know!"

Fu Xingzhou's examination room was in Class 7 of Grade 1, and Qin Yanjun was in Class 6 of Grade 2. The two were not in the same building.

"Junjun, you have to work hard too." Before they separated, he hooked Qin Yanjun's fingers and said.

"Yeah, you too." Qin Yanjun held the boy's fingers and squeezed them lightly.

Two days passed quickly.

On the day the exam ended, Fu Xingzhou held his biscuit box and walked side by side with Qin Yanjun on the playground.

"How do you feel? Are there any questions you don't know?" Qin Yanjun tilted his head and asked the boy.

Fu Xingzhou nodded, squinting his eyes, and said confidently: "It's OK, there are some who don't know, but it should be no problem to enter Y University."

The boy's confident and open smile, cute and well-behaved, Qin Yanjun couldn't help but raise his hand to rub the boy's head, looking at the biscuit box in his arms, and asked with a smile: "Are you ready to confess to me?"

"Yes." Fu Xingzhou's cheeks were slightly red, and he pulled people to the top of the stand and sat down.

He opened the biscuit box, took out a bank card of Lin'an Bank and several gold cards from it, and then pushed them all into his father's arms.

Qin Yanjun held a pile of bank cards and looked at him with a confused expression.

"The silver one is the money I saved little by little since I was a child, about two hundred thousand. You know, the gold ones are birthday gifts and New Year's money given by my father and godfather." Fu Xingzhou was a little nervous. He licked his lips and said nervously with his palms clasped, "Do you think these are enough as a betrothal gift?"

He waited anxiously for a moment, and saw that Qin Yanjun had no reaction, not even a word. He panicked immediately, looked up at the people, and added: "If it's not enough, I can earn more. My painting skills are getting better and better. A painting can sell for at least one or two thousand. If I paint a few more paintings every day, I can earn several thousand more a day! And I'm an adult now, and I can go out to fight..."

Fu Xingzhou didn't finish his words, and Qin Yanjun pulled his arm and hugged him tightly.

"Stupid Zhouzhou, even if there is no betrothal gift, I will agree." Qin Yanjun hugged the person in his arms and said in a deep voice.

"No, Dachengzi said that if there is no betrothal gift, it means that the man does not respect his wife. The more betrothal gifts there are, the more he loves his wife." Fu Xingzhou grabbed Qin Yanjun's clothes on his chest and said with a red face, "Junjun, I have given you all my wealth. You know how much I love you."

Qin Yanjun couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the top of the boy's head.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that it was a bit ridiculous that he had been obsessed with hearing "like" from the boy.

Because from the beginning to the end, the person the boy cared about most in his heart was only him.

"Junjun, did you kiss me secretly just now?" Fu Xingzhou raised his head and saw his Junjun's red eyes. He was stunned for a moment, "Junjun?"

"It's not a secret kiss, it's a legitimate kiss." Qin Yanjun gave the boy a light kiss on the center of his brow and said with a smile, "How can kissing your own husband be considered a secret kiss?"

Fu Xingzhou's ears turned red and he buried his cheeks in his Junjun's neck. He said with a loud heartbeat, "Junjun, you have changed. You wouldn't say such things before!"

"Well, because we are in love now." Qin Yanjun curled his lips, "How can I treat my good friend and my husband the same way?"

Hearing this, Fu Xingzhou raised his head again and stared at him unhappily.

"Good friend? I have always treated you as my wife!"

"But I didn't receive your betrothal gift before." Qin Yanjun said smoothly, "I accept your betrothal gift now. From now on, you are my little husband."

"Husband is husband, why do you have to add 'little'?" Fu Xingzhou muttered dissatisfiedly, "and I'm older than you, I should be 'big husband'!"

"Hurry up, call me!" He pretended to be very fierce and said.

"Okay." Qin Yanjun smiled and satisfied the young man, "You are the eldest husband. May I ask my dear eldest husband, it's going to rain again soon. Should we hug each other here and get wet in the rain, or should we hold hands and go home together?"

"Go home!" Fu Xingzhou said in a very domineering tone as the head of the family.

Qin Yanjun couldn't help but laugh softly. Just as he was about to stand up, his arm was pulled by someone, and then his mouth was bitten by someone.

It was really bitten. After a brief stinging sensation, he reached out and touched it, and he felt a small drop of blood.

Fu Xingzhou was dumbfounded.

"I, I didn't mean it!" He pursed his lips and blew on Qin Yanjun's slightly swollen lower lip, "How is it, does it hurt, do you need medicine?" He asked with red eyes.

"It's okay, just a little skin broken, not serious." Qin Yanjun held him in his arms and patted his back to comfort him.

"I just couldn't help wanting to kiss you, I didn't mean to bite your mouth." Fu Xingzhou frowned and said in a muffled voice.

"I know." Qin Yanjun smiled, "It's okay, this wound will heal when we get home."

Fu Xingzhou nodded, and he hooked his son's finger unwillingly.

The atmosphere was originally good, it was all my fault for being too reckless, and I accidentally bit Junjun's mouth QAQ.

The originally bright sunshine was covered by dark clouds, and in the blink of an eye, a drizzle floated in the sky.

Qin Yanjun stroked the boy's short hair and whispered, "Let's go home."

Fu Xingzhou raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

The two held hands and left the playground in an intimate manner.

.....

This year, Fu Xingzhou was 18 years old and Qin Yanjun was 17 years old.

The two dragged their suitcases and went on a month-long graduation trip.

On Qin Yanjun's eighteenth birthday, the two took their household registration books to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register their marriage.

Until a long time later, Fu Xingzhou still remembered it very clearly. The weather was very sunny that day. When they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, a little girl with pigtails and a princess dress was sitting at the door. She tilted her head and wished them a happy marriage.

He remembered Junjun's gentle smile, his shy and excited heartbeat, and even more, on the way home, Junjun held his hand and said in his ear-Fu Xingzhou, I love you.

I love you too, Qin Yanjun.

He remembered that he replied with a bright smile at that time.

But what's going on now? Qin Yanjun hasn't been home for a week, and his mobile phone lies quietly on the table. This week, Qin Yanjun didn't call him at all, not even a text message.

Fu Xingzhou clasped his fingers and became restless.

He couldn't help imagining that he was abandoned by Junjun. A few days ago, his brother joked with him that he and Qin Yanjun had been together for seven years. The seven-year itch was a hurdle that many people could not get through.

He remembered that he pinned his brother down and beat him up, and said confidently, "Junjun is not that kind of person."

Now, he began to feel uncertain.

After a long pause, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number for the 108th time.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please..."

A familiar electronic voice came, and his arms softened and drooped down in despair.

"Qin Yanjun, if you don't come back, I'm really going to be angry." He murmured with red eyes.

Until the end of the day, he still couldn't wait for Qin Yanjun to come back. It wasn't until the next morning when the doorbell rang. He suddenly raised his head, staggered to the entrance barefoot, and opened the door.

"Junjun, you're back... who are you?"

It wasn't Junjun, but a strange man. He looked at the man in front of him warily, his fingers nervously grasping the door handle.

"Hello, I'm Zhang An. Are you Qin Yanjun's family member?" the man asked.

"Yes." Fu Xingzhou nodded his chin in a daze.

"Qin Yanjun was in a car accident. His cell phone was crushed and has just been repaired. We couldn't contact his family and your phone was also unreachable. Finally, we found this address in the phone and came to look for it. Fortunately, no..."

When Fu Xingzhou heard the first sentence, he was completely confused and his head was buzzing. If he hadn't been holding on to the door frame at this time, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Where is Qin Yanjun? Where is he now? Please take me to see him!" Coming to his senses, he grabbed the man's arm and asked anxiously.

"In the hospital, don't worry, he is out of danger now, but he is seriously injured. You have to be mentally prepared."

Fu Xingzhou's eyes went dark: "Prepare? Prepare for what?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

"Be prepared to be a widow."

Fu Xingzhou took a half step back and said in a trembling voice: "Be a widow? No! I'm only twenty-six, I don't want to be a widow!"

"No, how can it be twenty-six? I just celebrated my nineteenth birthday!"

"No matter whether it's nineteen or twenty-six, your husband is dead in a car accident, and you have to be a widow. Otherwise, you are not loyal to your husband and will be put in a pig cage!" The man at the door said with an evil face.

Fu Xingzhou panicked because he saw the man took out a pig-killing knife from behind!

"Ahhh, don't kill me!"

"Then put it in the pig cage obediently!"

"No! Don't put it in the pig cage, Qin Yanjun save me!"

"Zhou Zhou?" Qin Yanjun hugged the man who kept shouting "Don't put it in the pig cage" with a helpless and funny expression.

"It's okay, it's just a dream, no one will catch you and throw you into a pig cage." He patted the back of the person in his arms and comforted him softly.

Fu Xingzhou struggled for a while, and just when the man with a ferocious face was about to catch up with him, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Qin Yanjun, save me!"

He opened his eyes and saw that the person holding him was Junjun. He immediately jumped up from the bed, pulled Junjun and was about to run out.

"Junjun, let's go quickly. A man with a pig-killing knife is forcing me to be a widow for you. If I don't want to, he will say that I am not a faithful husband and will catch me and throw me into a pig cage! Let's run quickly, otherwise it will be too late!" He said nervously.

"Zhou Zhou, take a look at where this is first?" Qin Yanjun grabbed the man and said with a smile.

Fu Xingzhou blinked and looked around the room with his neck stiff. When he lowered his eyes and saw the rings on the two people's hands, his expression suddenly froze.

This was the engagement ring that Junjun gave him the day before he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. He turned his head to look at the bedside table, where there was a bunch of bright and juicy roses. He was afraid that it would wither too quickly, so he got up early in the morning and sprinkled some water on it.

And now, he can still see the small water droplets on the petals!

"Zhou Zhou, you had a nightmare." Qin Yanjun pulled him back to the bed and said with a smile.

Fu Xingzhou lay back in Junjun's arms, staring for a long time before he came to his senses.

"Junjun, I just had a nightmare!" He crawled into Qin Yanjun's arms and said pitifully, "I was scared to death, fortunately you are okay."

"It's all a dream, it's okay." Qin Yanjun kissed the top of the head of the person in his arms and whispered.

"You don't know, that dream was so scary, I almost got caught and put in a pig cage, luckily I woke up quickly!" He raised his chin and said with a look of fear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Qin Yanjun kissed his slightly pale lips and said.

Fu Xingzhou's cheeks were a little red, but he still hooked his Junjun's neck and moved closer with his eyes closed.

"More." He said shyly.

"What do you want?" Qin Yanjun asked with his nose against Fu Xingzhou's, raising his eyebrows and asking maliciously.

Fu Xingzhou knew he was teasing him, and thought that since he was already so embarrassed, he might as well just give up. He held his son Junjun's handsome face, pouted and said, "I want a kiss, if you don't give it to me, I'll do it myself!"

Qin Yanjun chuckled, "How can you let your husband do this kind of thing himself? Let your wife do it."

After saying that, she turned over, pressed Fu Xingzhou under her, and leaned over to kiss him.

"Well, the curtain is not drawn..."

"It's already drawn just now." Qin Yanjun kissed the earlobe of the person in his arms, his voice sexy and low.

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The author has something to say:

Ah, I like Zhou Zhou and Junjun so much! ! Childhood sweethearts, growing up together and accompanying each other for life, I'm so jealous!