Thinking of 'pressing the head', Si Sheng asked casually, "Is this considered to be taken from your mouth?"

Ling Xize looked at her sideways, "I thought you would share half of me."

"Let's talk about it."

She didn't want to stand on the street and eat mooncakes like Ling Xize on the snowy winter night.

——Think about that scene, any element is taken out and there are endless complaints.

Ling Xize curled his lips and smiled, pulling her to continue walking forward.

When I walked a corner, Si Sheng realized it later—

He really abducted the topic!

This bastard is free from a mooncake!

*

After a while.

Si Sheng suddenly asked, "Can we both be a little stupider?"

On New Year's Eve, the wind and snow were mixed, and the two of them were walking aimlessly on the empty road...

This stupidity is very easy for people to reach.

Ling Xize was happy and replied seriously: "No matter how stupid you want, I can find a way."

“…”

Si Sheng couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him in the knee.

Ling Xize made sufficient preparations and barely avoided it.

"Okay, where to go back?"

Here at Si Sheng, Ling Xize's principles and attitudes were all fed to the dogs.

Si Sheng glared at him.

Ling Xize laughed silently.

As his eyes fell to the front, Si Sheng suddenly asked, "Do you remember the painting I gave you last time?"

"Yes." Ling Xize nodded, "Qin Rong."

Ling Xize has always been puzzled by where Si Sheng came from the paintings of so many famous artists.

Especially Qin Rong.

Until the day when I first came to the alley, Si Sheng went out and took a painting of Qin Rong, and then gave it to him in the water clouds.

Ling Xize only realized that Qin Rong lived nearby and had been with Si Sheng's neighbor for more than 20 years.

"There is his place in front of him." Si Sheng said, "Do you want to take a look for your father?"

“…”

Ling Xize doesn't want to speak.

He had a good date and didn't want his dad to get involved at all.

However, Ling Father Ai collected antique calligraphy and paintings. Among the contemporary masters of Chinese painting, his favorite is Qin Rong.

His family collects a lot of Qin Rong's works.

However, Si Sheng could easily get the painting that Ling's father tried his best to buy.

When he first started dating, Ling Xize mentioned Lu Qin to Si Sheng. Ling's father's profession and hobbies, so he naturally mentioned these things. However, he did not expect that people like Si Sheng who are perfunctory and unwilling to care about Lu Qin's profession and Ling's father's preferences will be remembered in their hearts.

"OK."

In the end, Ling Xize agreed.

With a goal, my rather silly walk became less stupid.

Not long after walking, in just one or two minutes, Si Sheng pointed to a door in front and said to Ling Xize: "It's here."

Ling Xize looked up and saw a very ordinary door, which was the same as the ones he had seen when he was traveling, and there was no difference.

The gate leading to the courtyard opened, and there was a noisy sound inside.

It's all the voices of some old men.

Ling Xize looked at Si Sheng strangely, "Are they not sleeping?"

"have no idea."

Si Sheng shrugged.

The two looked at each other and walked forward a few steps at the same time, getting closer. But they saw that the scenery in the courtyard became clearer and clearer.

"Lao Wang, where is the paste? Give me a little, I haven't stuck it tightly."

"I'll be taken back by my sister-in-law. I'll go to the living room to look for it."

"Old Qin, please draw a mountain on my Kongming lantern, Changbai Mountain. I was born nearby."

"Take some of the stove, and the freshly ground ink of Lao Qin has frozen."

...

The yard was very lively.

Five or six old men, Grandpa Song, Grandpa Qin, and Grandpa Wang, were the main force, and the ground was full of materials for making Kongming lanterns. They were very busy. Yi Zhongzheng was sitting in a wheelchair, covered with thick blankets and stoves on both sides. He could see that he was tired and drowsy, but he forced himself to watch them work.

No matter how great the achievements in front of them are or how many people respect them, these old men are all naughty old children when they get together in private.

"Lao Yi, what are you going to draw?"

After drawing one Kongming lantern, Qin Rong took over the other and asked Yi Zhongzheng.

Yi Zhongzheng closed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally raised his eyelids and said, "Let's draw a Loulan City."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people were silent for a short time.

Finally, Qin Rong waved his pen and said readily: "Okay."

The atmosphere of a few seconds solidifies, fleeting, like an illusion.

In the yard, several old men were busy with their own things, happy and chic. Compared with the lively and exciting, they were even better than young people.

Thinking of the young people playing poker, games and watching TV at home, Si Sheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Generation is more boring than generation...

In terms of ability, each generation is more useless than the next.

Si Sheng asked: "I've finished reading, are you leaving?"

In an instant, Ling Xize glanced at the steps leading to the gate and asked, "Sit for a while?"

Si Sheng paused for a moment, his eyes turned to the courtyard again. When he saw the busy figures, he hesitated and nodded again.

"OK."

This time, her hand was pulled out of Ling Xize's pocket.

My hands are very warm, and even if they are blown by the wind, it will not be so cold that it is unacceptable.

They walked up several steps, found a relatively clean and snow-covered place and sat down.

Ling Xize sat next to Si Sheng, very close to him, facing the cold wind coming from the side.

"They always do these activities." Si Sheng took out the box of mooncakes and spoke slowly, "Get together and make some weird things. Lao Yi is responsible for creative design, Grandpa Qin is responsible for patterns and paintings, and Grandpa Wang is very good at handwork and can do it. Grandpa Song... He is good at learning antiques, but in this regard, he can only talk and do odd jobs."

Speaking of this, Si Sheng broke the moon cake and handed it half to Ling Xize.

"Here."

With his eyelids lowered, Ling Xize looked at the half mooncake he handed over, curled his lips, took it, "I'm sorry."

Si Sheng sneered, "Next time I give it to someone, don't emphasize 'only', so that people can't be worried about their conscience."

"This is called speaking skills."

"?"

Ling Xize said slowly: "Because I wanted to share the food with you."

Si Sheng:???
Chapter completed!