soft hedgehog

Chapter 26 It's Really Soft, You Touch It

As the saying goes, after Laba is the new year, the winter vacation begins, and the taste of the new year is getting stronger and stronger.

As usual, Ji Tong's father would contact him when he came back from abroad, but this year is different.The ex-wife got married again, and it was not convenient to visit again, so she took her son to a big restaurant to have a good meal, and then transferred some money to his card and stuffed him with designer clothes.

But this time Ji Tong behaved himself, and refused to take the shopping bag with the big logo printed on it when he was parting.

His father was middle-aged and bald, and sitting side by side with his son in the back seat was shorter than his son. He unbuttoned two suit buttons on his stomach and asked him, "What's the matter, why don't you want Dad's stuff? Don't you like it?"

"Oh, I said Mr. Ji," the female secretary on the co-driver's seat is still used to addressing him now, she interjected while putting on her makeup, "Tong Tong has a different appreciation from ours, he doesn't like what you bought, I told you to pay me."

She didn't mean to be sarcastic when she said that, she was simply uneducated and lacked a string in her mind.Ji Tong thinks she is ridiculously stupid, and has always had a good relationship with her.

"Is that so?" His father opened the shopping bag under his feet and looked at it. "The seller said it was the latest model. Young people like it very much. They sold out several times."

There was a generation of bewilderment in his tone.

"Where is the latest style?" Ji Tong snorted, "This is last year's style, everyone has to buy the New Year's Spring style now and you are still here to buy me the autumn style, Dad, don't you understand English again? Fooled by the clerk?"

His father smiled awkwardly: "I brought a translator..."

Ji Tong was speechless.In fact, sometimes he can't figure out why his mother fell in love with his father back then. He wanted looks, but he didn't have a figure, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach. He was a typical three-no youth.

But according to his mother, his father was a good singer and played the guitar, and there were many fans in school.Or romanticism kills people, Ji Tong felt that he had to learn a lesson.

"Take it, Tongtong," his father probably gave too many presents, and he was extremely skillful in forcing it, "It's not easy for me to refund, I threw away the receipt."

Ji Tong didn't answer: "You give me the discount, I don't want anything, and when Mom finds out, she wants to twist my ears again. How many ears do I have for her to twist? I..."

"Oh, sister Hu still twisting your ears?" The female secretary giggled, "Sister Hu is so funny and energetic."

When Daben drove to the gate of the family courtyard, Ji Tong opened the door and jumped out of the car.Ji Jianbin was afraid of being seen by old acquaintances and did not follow, so he just shouted at his back in the car: "Take care of your mother for me! Tell her not to be angry at such an old age! Come to the United States to play and live with me to save housing money!"

The whole old man is not stingy, trying to annoy his mother whenever there is a need.

Ji Tong waved his hands without looking back. Even if the semi-annual parent-child activity is over, there will be a large amount of pocket money in the account.

During the week of New Year's Eve, the house began to be thoroughly cleaned.He and Liang Yuchen were arrested. One was responsible for removing the curtains and cleaning the glass, and the other was responsible for moving the cabinets and sofas. The goal was to completely eliminate dead ends in hygiene.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, there was another heavy snowfall. The property in the old community was not perfect, and the public areas had to be cleaned by themselves. All the young people in the building who were at home were driven downstairs to clear the snow.

As soon as he went there, Ji Tong ran into Zheng Beibei, who was full of impatience, standing among a group of men, with a broom in his right arm and a glove on.

"Hey, who is this?" He stepped forward and teased: "Zheng Mulan, are you here to sweep the snow for your father?"

Zheng Beibei was wearing a short silver-gray down jacket, and he was very energetic. He turned his head and gave him a white look: "Miss Ji, you don't bring a broom to sweep the snow and snow, but you use a shovel to plant trees?"

"Bah, you're the eldest lady." Ji Tong raised the tool in his hand: "The shovel is also easy to use, my brother will bring the broom later." Then he shoveled the snow towards her feet.

She raised her foot and asked, "Brother Yuchen is coming too?"

"Come on, I'll be here right away, he's the one who wears shoes."

"He's called prudence, not like you are like a monkey." The tone was really protective.

During the bickering, the two equipped Dai Qi and joined the snow-sweeping army.

The snow on the main road is as thick as the sole of a foot, and the elderly in the community tend to slip when they walk a lot. Therefore, the first task is to sweep the snow on the main road to the sides.Not long after, Liang Yuchen came down, wearing a black knitted hat on his head, and a few pinches of white sand-like snow fell on the shoulders of his down jacket, walking through the crowd to this side.

"Brother! Here!"

There were many people around, and they were all dressed thickly. Ji Tong was afraid that he would not recognize him, so he waved his hands desperately to greet him, and didn't let go until he came to him.

"Brother Yuchen." Zheng Beibei took the initiative to greet him.

Liang Yuchen came over, and before he spoke to Ji Tong, the first thing he did was to touch her cropped hair with a smile: "It's short again."

"I just shaved it yesterday, and my hands are still prickly." She replied with a smile.

Ji Tong was left in the cold, and pouted beside him: "Have you shaved? You have no hair? Why do you keep touching girls' heads? You don't know how to avoid suspicion at all."

But he forgot that he and Zheng Beibei never avoided suspicion, and there was no boundary between men and women.He stuffed the thing in his hand, and forced Liang Yuchen to use the shovel in his left hand and the broom in his right, keeping both hands empty.

Liang Yuchen didn't bother to pay attention to the boring words, and just said: "The hat is in my coat pocket, take it out yourself."

It was agreed to let him take it down before going downstairs.

Only then did Ji Tong return to his smile, and rushed over to wrap his arms around his waist as if hugging him. He reached into the pockets of his coat to search, and found a knitted hat from the right side, and put it on happily, "I was talking to Beibei just now. Talk about freezing ears."

The weather is cold and occasionally there is a small wind blowing, it is indeed cold ears.

Zheng Beibei looked at the two of them, covered his right ear when he heard the words, his eyes were envious but he didn't speak.

"Beibei," Liang Yuchen noticed, "I didn't know you were there before I went downstairs. Is your mother at home? I'll go up and get it for you."

"No need." She shook her head hastily, clutching the handle of the broom tightly in her hand, "I'll finish sweeping soon, my mother hasn't come back from the supermarket yet."

"Then wait for me." He turned around and handed back the tool in both hands to Ji Tong: "Take it." Ji Tong didn't know what he was going to do, so he took it reluctantly.

After emptying his hands, he went to Beibei and took off his knitted hat, put it on for her first, and then straightened his hair.

"Brother Yuchen." Zheng Beibei raised his head and looked at him puzzled.

"Mine is a bit too big for you." He adjusted the position of the hat to cover both ears. "But your hair is too short, so it's still warm to wear."

Gentleman of action, no offense.

It seems that in his eyes, Beibei is not a tomboy, but a weak girl like Ji Qingyang.

"Thank you." Beibei was a little shy.

"Thank you." He smiled gently, "Go to work."

But for another person, the originally thick and warm fleece hat suddenly became not so warm.

Ji Tong tugged at the brim of his hat, turned around and walked forward in silence, his eyes remained on the snow, and he didn't even look away when Liang Yuchen came to him to get a shovel.

The three of them worked for a while, Zheng Beibei leaned over and asked, "Brother Yuchen, are you tired? Let's change. I am very strong, and I can shovel snow without any problem."

She is much shorter than Liang Yuchen, and she can only wear flat bottoms in winter, so she always looks up at Liang Yuchen, admiringly.

Of course Liang Yuchen said no.

After sweeping the [-]-meter road for nearly half an hour, everyone's faces were frozen cold, and the work was considered to be over.

When they went back, Liang Yuchen and Zheng Beibei walked in front, and Ji Tong walked behind, deliberately keeping a distance from them.He felt that what they were talking about was boring, and what they were talking about was not interesting to him.

After taking a hot bath at night, Ji Tong sat and dried his hair. The more he looked at his bangs that were about to fall into his eyes, the more unpleasant he looked. He turned to ask Liang Yuchen who was sitting on the bed reading: "Brother, how about I shave my hair short?"

Liang Yuchen was still staring at the book when he heard the words, he thought he was joking, and replied indifferently: "You are not suitable."

"North and north are suitable?" Ji Tong was still holding the hair dryer, holding it in his hand like a gun ready to hit someone at any time.

He just put down the book and looked through the lens: "I want to shave myself when I see someone shaving? She is her and you are you. You are still so good-looking."

Teenagers always like to follow the trend. If others have their ears pierced, they will have their ears pierced, and they will have tattoos themselves.

Such a gentle sermon sounded particularly pleasing to the ear at this time.The corners of Ji Tong's mouth slightly curled up, he put down the hair dryer and looked at him earnestly.

"Really?"

"What's true?" Liang Yuchen's tone was low and leisurely, with a kind of detachment beyond his age, and he answered while turning the pages, "Don't always think about tossing your own hairs."

"Actually, I think so too." Ji Tong immediately changed his mind, turned around and said to him, "My hair is soft, so it will look good if I do it naturally, right? What size cut doesn't suit me at all."

Liang Yuchen was still reading, but the corners of his mouth curled up: "I don't know, don't ask me."

Unconvinced, Ji Tong rushed to the side of the bed and sat down, hugging him in a moon-white pajamas: "Touch and touch, it's really soft, touch it."

The soft hair rubbed back and forth between the neck, Liang Yuchen couldn't help itching, his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Don't make trouble, I still have a thesis project to read."

"Touch it." Ji Tong persisted, staring up with his big eyes, his chin poked in the middle of his collarbone, "Touch it."

Everyone else can feel it, but why can't he touch it?

Before he knew it, he often rubbed his head.

Liang Yuchen laughed muffledly, put down the book, inserted his slender knuckles into the soft hair and slowly rubbed it: "It's very soft, is it alright?"

Ji Tong squinted his eyes and smiled, his usual proud expression turned into joy, his body was like a pocket bird resting, its sharp beak pecking at his heart, numb and sore.

It took him a long time to sit up straight, and he fiddled with the messy hair on the top of his head twice, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Sit on the chair." Liang Yuchen patted him on the back of the waist, and the bottom is the buttocks. "Let me concentrate on watching for a while."

Ji Tong said "Oh", and sat back at the table obediently, his cheeks were slightly feverish.After a long while, I suddenly wondered, if I was sitting next to him, could he not be able to concentrate?