The weather was getting colder, and Xie Meng was rarely against Zhang Xiujuan when he came out to box one day. The old lady was basking in the sun in the yard, and squinted her eyes and started to doze.

"Good woman." Xie Meng wiped her sweat: "Go in and sleep, it's cold outside."

Zhang Xiujuan squinted her eyes and smiled. After November, she was about to enter her 80s. Recently, she has been a little worse than before.

"Suddenly I feel that I am really old." Zhang Xiujuan tidied up the white hair beside her ears, and she patted the seat beside her: "Sit with her good wife."

Xie Meng sat next to her and rubbed her hands: "Now, I say that I am old, but I am not old."

"That's different." Zhang Xiujuan said lightly: "I'm old, that's really old, I know it myself."

Mo Suyuan rarely gets up early on Saturday and wants to go fishing with Ji Shanrong. She is already used to her son's schedule of running and boxing every morning.

"Why do you want your friend to come back to play? "Mo Suyuan yawned and flipped through the refrigerator and said to herself: "The dessert is not enough..."

Ji Qinyang put on his shoes and put his headphones on his head: "He knows how to do it himself, don't worry."

Mo Suyuan gave him anger: "How can we let the customer do it?" After saying that, he was a little uncertain: "Isn't it really a girl?"

"It's my boyfriend." Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows and said half-truely: "His name is Xie Meng, and I will introduce you to you next time."

Mo Suyuan just pretended to be joking, waved her hand, and prepared to wait for her son to leave and take the strawberries in the refrigerator to the kitchen to wash them.

Xie Meng opened the gate and waited for Ji Qinyang to park the car. When the boy locked the car, he suddenly said, "Huh? Why can't the key be inserted?"

"Let me see." Xie Meng did not doubt him. The moment he bent down, Ji Qinyang suddenly turned his head and kissed him like a dragonfly on his lips.

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Xiujuan greeted in the room: "Xiao Ji, come and try Haoma's red bean porridge."

"Here you come." Ji Qinyang hugged Xie Meng's shoulder.

Xie Meng sighed: "...Don't always do raids."

Ji Qinyang: "?"

Xie Meng: "Heart disease is going to be scared."

Ji Qinyang smiled. He took advantage of Zhang Xiujuan's inattention and leaned in Xie Meng's ear and whispered: "I can't help it."

Xie Meng looked at him.

Ji Qinyang's expression was very serious: "It's uncomfortable if you don't kiss me."

Zhang Xiujuan's radio broke last week. When Xie Meng had just finished his midterm exam, he accidentally mentioned this matter to Ji Qinyang, and the boy volunteered to come and help me practice.

Originally, Xie Meng just thought the other party was looking for an excuse to come to his house, but Ji Qinyang really took off Zhang Xiujuan's radio and installed it. Not long after debugging, the Pingtan tune of "New Mulan Ci" came from the radio.

Zhang Xiujuan said "ah" in surprise.

Ji Qinyang turned up the volume a little, and although there were noises coming out, it was obviously much clearer than before.

Zhang Xiujuan said happily: "Oh... I can finally understand." She couldn't help but scold her grandson: "Look at how capable Xiao Ji is!"

Ji Qinyang was not polite, and said in Suzhou dialect: "I also want to be my grandson of a good wife."

"It's all my grandson, it's all my heart." Zhang Xiujuan smiled like a flower: "Hurry, go and eat red bean porridge."

Zhang Xiujuan's radio was finally cured and naturally she was reluctant to let it go. Xie Meng simply kept the old lady and listened quietly by herself. He pulled Ji Qinyang out to eat red bean porridge. He served the other party a full bowl and only took a pancake.

"You don't like sweet things." Ji Qinyang didn't take a spoon and drank most of the time with the bowl.

Xie Meng shook his head: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Ji Qinyang smiled. He drank the remaining half bowl of porridge and put the bowl in the pool.

"Let's go back and buy a new radio for the good lady." Ji Qinyang poured out some dishwashing liquid: "I can only do it this time. I'm too old, so I still have to change it."

Xie Meng reached out to help him roll up his sleeves, lowered his head and said, "The old man is used to using it, so he can't bear to let it go. Just like she likes it."

Ji Qinyang didn't say anything, his eyes fell on Xie Meng's focused side face and suddenly said, "You are my heart too."

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang smiled and kissed his sideburns: "It's so sweet."

The old lady had to go to the teahouse to listen to storytelling in the afternoon. Xie Meng finally locked the yard door, and Ji Qinyang was waiting for him while stretching his bicycle.

"What are you going to eat tonight?" The boy confirmed again without giving up: "Isn't really spending the night at my house?"

Xie Meng looked at him helplessly.

Ji Qinyang curled his lips: "Okay."

Xie Meng laughed, and he reached out to rub the back of the other person's head: "You..."

The autumn is profound, Ji Qinyang carried Xie Meng across the small bridge and flowing water. Ginkgo trees were planted on both sides of the streets and alleys, and yellow leaves were paved all the way, and the wheels were crushed silently.

Ji Qinyang hummed a song he wrote at some time and turned the street. Xie Meng listened behind him for a while and asked, "Where is that song?"

Ji Qinyang's voice came from the wind with a smile: "Which song?"

Xie Meng recalled for a long time and hummed a paragraph without much skill.

Ji Qinyang waited for the other party to stumble and sang those two sentences before answering: "I haven't written it yet... do you like it?"

Xie Meng nodded: "Yes."

Ji Qinyang: "That's all for you."

"It's true or false." Xie Meng asked with a smile

"The songs I write in the future are all yours." Ji Qinyang turned around and looked at Xie Meng: "It's all written for you."

When the two arrived at Ji Qinyang's house, Mo Suyuan had not come back yet. There were washed strawberries on the table, which looked tempting and delicious.

"Do you want to eat something?" Ji Qinyang took half of the strawberry in his mouth and pointed vaguely: "Here."

Xie Meng pressed the other person's head and kissed them for a long time, his mouth full of sweet juice from strawberries.

Ji Qinyang hugged him and refused to let go, and his lower body pressed against each other, obviously all reacted.

Xie Meng calmed down for a while and whispered: "I won't eat anymore... When will your parents come back?"

"It's probably later." Ji Qinyang retreated a little, but still held Xie Meng's hand tightly. He took the other party to his music room, and handwritten music scores were scattered beside the piano.

Xie Meng picked up a few pictures to see.

"It's all tadpoles." Xie Meng smiled: "I can't even understand."

Ji Qinyang held him and sat on the piano bench, clicking his fingers on the score: "dodo, miso, fafarui~"

Xie Meng sang seriously: "dodo..."

"What are you doing?" Ji Qinyang smiled and wanted to pull out the score: "Who am I going to go if I tore it?"

"..." Xie Meng put down his hand, his face flushed and his expression was calm. Ji Qinyang leaned over and kissed the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

When Mo Suyuan came back, Ji Qinyang was teaching Xie Mengzhi's stick. She quietly pushed the door open. The two boys didn't notice her and put their heads together and spoke in a low voice.

Mo Suyuan gently walked behind Ji Qinyang, and Xie Meng looked up and saw her.

Mo Suyuan raised her index finger and made a swear gesture, then reached out to cover her son's eyes.

Xie Meng: “…”

Mo Suyuan pretended to be a loli voice: "Guess what clothes my mother wore today~"

Ji Qinyang laughed, and he pulled Mo Suyuan's hand down: "No matter what you wear, it looks good."

Xie Meng stood aside and greeted him with some restraint: "Hello Auntie."

Mo Suyuan didn't have the airs of an elder at all. She patted Xie Meng on the shoulder intimately and joked: "I am worthy of being my son's 'boyfriend'. She is so handsome~"

Xie Meng: “…”

It is rare for a friend of his son to stay for dinner. Mo Suyuan wanted to cook a table of Chinese chews, but Xie Meng's bowl was never available from beginning to end.

Halfway through the meal, Mo Suyuan remembered something: "Today, your dad and I met Teacher Wu while fishing. He asked you if you read the recommendation letter from the alto."

Xie Meng had never heard Ji Qinyang mention the alto before. He stopped eating food and turned to look at Ji Qinyang.

"Look." Ji Qinyang took a bowl of soup and handed it to Xie Meng: "I'm still thinking about it."

"This is a good opportunity." Ji Shanrong said: "Teacher Wu has already helped you register for the music theory exam this summer. Come on."

Ji Qinyang had no objection. He picked up food for Xie Meng and found that the boy was holding a bowl in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Ji Qinyang pushed him.

Xie Meng came back to his senses: "You... plan to take the Beijing exam?"

Ji Qinyang said indifferently: "It's not decided yet, maybe."

Xie Meng opened his mouth, and he swallowed, not knowing what to say.

"Where is Xie Meng?" Mo Suyuan was enthusiastically concerned: "Where are you going to take the exam?"

"Mom, aren't you asking for nothing?" Ji Qinyang smiled and said, "He must go with me..."

"Shanghai." Xie Meng interrupted the other party calmly. He opened his eyes and deliberately did not look at Ji Qinyang's shocked expression. He slowly said, "I'm going to take the Shanghai exam."

There were only a few scattered street lights in Shantang Street. Ji Qinyang pushed the cart and walked silently beside Xie Meng. The light and shadow slowly overlapped and retreated, blurring the expressions on the faces of the two people like an old-fashioned movie.
To be continued...