~The third master was one year younger than me. The hidden implications behind the name of the third master were not because he was mature, but it was my abbreviation for his “third young master”.~

  

During the cold winter, when the north wind was blowing hard, the third master and I saw a stall selling fried chestnuts with sugar when we were crossing the overpass. I didn’t bring any money that day, so I took the initiative to show liability to the third master.

I said, “You buy me a chestnut, and I won’t scold you for no reason this month.”

The third master thought about it and asked me seriously, “If Li Yifeng and I stood in front of you at the same time, who would you choose?”

With a firm gaze, I said, “I’d choose you!”

Then I muttered in my heart, is the third master stupid? When will Fengfeng get my turn to choose?!

As a result, the third master walked away in long strides, leaving me with the words, “Lying women don’t deserve to eat chestnuts!”

At last, I gave up acting like a spoiled child, grabbed my wallet, and bought a bag of steaming sweet chestnuts resentfully.

 

Every year when the third master was going to celebrate his birthday, his mother would make a “large sum of money” as a gift. 

Once, around the time of his birthday, he received a transfer notification from the bank, which was initiated by his mother, a huge sum of money — Ten Yuan (later learned that it was something for business purposes, and needed an active transfer for authorization).

The third master’s expression at that time was very wonderful. 

He came and hugged me tightly and said with a sad voice, like an abandoned child, “My mother doesn’t seem to want me anymore. Can you take me in?”

Although I was very disgusted with his 1.82-meter child’s malicious behavior of acting cute, I still said with great pride, “Next time when you don’t have money in your card, tell me. I’ll give you money” 

The third master, who hadn’t yet recovered from the ten-yuan blow, said quietly, “But you’re not my mother.”

I patted my chest. “It doesn’t matter. Just treat me as your vicious stepmother!”

Third Master: “Vicious stepmother? How could a vicious stepmother give me money? A vicious stepmother should hold a candle in her left hand and a small leather whip in her right……”

I was left speechless, but the third master, are you sure you have the right script?

 

The third master liked to play a game called “League of Legends” (LOL for short). Considering that we have been away from each other all year round, I let his hobby go. At least with this “little lover,” he would spend less time outside doing who knows what.

That day he went to watch the LOL live game, but due to a machine error, the game was delayed for a whole five hours, from 1 p.m to 6 p.m. By the end of the game, it was already 10 p.m. 

He took the bus home and didn’t go to bed until three o’clock. But the next morning, at nine o’clock, he got on the bus and went to watch the game…

He usually got up very late when he wasn’t at work. It was the first time I’d seen such an enthusiastic attitude.

I said to him, “You’ve never been so dedicated and willing to take the time when it comes to me.”

He was watching the game, and the stadium was noisy, but I still heard him shouting to me amidst the noise, “Nonsense! After arguing with you, I can’t spend the whole night playing games to cool off?”

Because of his heartfelt words, I uninstalled his games when we met up a few days later. 

As a former science student, I would never do something as unprofessional as only deleting the shortcuts, and I didn’t keep any of his background data packages 

 

Once, I took the third master to my sister’s house for vacation. 

My two-and-a-half-year-old nephew especially liked the third master, and the two of them often played without any hindrances. 

When it was time to go to bed, my nephew, who hadn’t had enough fun yet, hugged the third master’s neck and didn’t let go. It was like a pair of lovers who loved each other so deeply that they couldn’t bear to part with each other even for a second…

My sister forcibly carried my nephew into the house. But not even a minute later, he howled and ran back to the living room, hanging onto the third master’s lap, and yelled, “I want to sleep with my uncle!” 

Like a pair of lovers who loved each other so deeply that they couldn’t bear to part with each other even for a second…

My third master and I went to my sister’s house to sleep on the floor in the living room. In order to quickly put my nephew to sleep, my sister had no choice but to make another bed in the living room, then turned off all the lights, and planned to wait for the little guy to sleep before taking him into the house. 

Putting aside our phones and tablets, my third master and I also had to pretend to sleep together.

The little guy was so excited that he couldn’t sleep for a long time. Since there was no light in the living room, I grew sleepy earlier than my nephew. 

Although I had long downloaded the variety show episode and promised to watch it with the third master before going to bed, the drowsiness came so suddenly, and my upper and lower eyelids started to fight…

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly felt a hand pinching my waist. I woke up with a start, and I met the bright eyes of the third master in the dark. 

Over the next ten minutes, he would pinch my hand and poke my face whenever I would start to doze off. The whole point was to not let me sleep.

I asked him in a whisper, “What’s the matter?” 

The third master replied hatefully, “Good thing!”

I’m embarrassed to say this, but I was really shy at the time.

Staying all day at my sister’s house, I thought the third master would kiss me when no one was around. This forbidden and mysterious feeling had followed me until my nephew fell asleep and was carried back to the house by my sister.

There were only the two of us left in the living room. I pretended to be calm and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Then the third master stood up abruptly, ran to the kitchen to get something from the refrigerator, and ran back. 

With a look full of credit, he said to me, “I hid it today when the baby wasn’t paying attention, and here’s a bottle!”

Looking at the two bottles of Coke in front of me, my heart collapsed at that moment.

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