After time travel

Wang Shu held the VVVVIP membership card of the supermarket downstairs, how could the flour delivered by him be bad, even if it was bad, it would be no problem to make a dumpling.

It's Yang Yan who can't.

Wang Shu rolled up his cuffs and opened his arms, "Come on, apron, it's time to show off your skills."

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, helped him tie the apron, and asked a little uncertainly, "You know how?"

"Joke, when I made dumplings out of plasticine, you didn't know... Well, anyway, I will." Wang Shu held the rolling pin, with a serious expression, and pressed the white and tender dough hard.

"Look, how did you roll it?" Wang Shu pinched the dumpling wrapper that was neither round nor thin, and looked at Yang Yan happily.

"Well, okay...how about, don't do it, the dishes will be cold when the dumplings are ready, I've been cooking them for so long, so let's eat them while they're hot."

Two people stood in the kitchen, you looked at me, I looked at you, neither of them spoke.

Fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed in the capital, the TV is turned off, and the room is quiet, but in this city, there is no loneliness at all.

After a moment of silence, Wang Shu looked at his dumpling skin and nodded slowly, "I think what you said makes sense."

Yang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, let's eat."

The New Year's Eve dinner was very rich, and the two of them tried their best to eat but couldn't eat one-fifth of the richness. Wang Shu took two bites of a dish with chopsticks, and made some unpretentious sounds that could please the chef.

Yang Yan will start filming the day after tomorrow, so he can't eat too much, but just watching him eat is very satisfying, "It's so delicious?"

"It's okay." He said, but his mouth didn't stop.

Actions are often more real than words.

Yang Yan felt that the dishes he cooked for these few hours were not in vain, he showed an almost kind smile, and put a piece of ribs in Wang Shu's bowl, "Eat more."

Looking at his expression, Wang Shu suddenly thought of something very important, "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock."

ten o'clock?

Wang Shu put down his chopsticks and stood up smiling.

Looking at his actions, Yang Yan knew what was going to happen.

"Happy New Year Yanyan~ I wish you good health and all the best in the new year~" After finishing speaking, Wang Shu handed over her palm.

His palms were white and tender, his fingers were long and light and white, without any calluses. Yang Yan looked at that hand with a sense of pride and accomplishment, "You want a red envelope, right?"

"Ang, the red envelope." Wang Shu quickly nodded twice.

Yang Yan touched his pocket and took out the red envelope that he had prepared long ago.

He gave all the money to Wang Shu, and gave the staff New Year's red envelopes, and packed the rest into the red envelopes. However, there was still not much, "Here."

Wang Shu took it and squeezed it, a little surprised.

so thick?

Take it apart a bit and take a look.

One is red, two are green, and the rest is five yuan that cannot be counted at a glance.

The person who gave the red envelope was inexplicably pitiful.

Wang Shu cleared his throat and sat down again, "Okay, now it's your turn to give me New Year's greetings."

A New Year greeting is equivalent to sending a good wish to the other party, Yang Yan is very willing, "I wish you all the best in the new year."

"anything else?"

"In good health...and riches."

"This word is not good, change it."

Yang Yan thought for a while, opened his thin lips slightly, and uttered a word very seriously, "Get rich."

"Very ok, I'll give you a big red envelope for this word." Wang Shu said, touching his mobile phone, seeing Yang Yan still eagerly waiting for the red envelope, Wang Shu laughed, "I'm not that big. Red envelope, WeChat for you."

Under Yang Yan's watchful eyes, Wang Shu found his mobile phone. He usually didn't have much money in WeChat, but today he received a lot of red envelopes, which added up to 1 yuan.

Wang Shu hesitated for a while, and transferred him 1314, another 521, and the rest in the form of 999. It took a long time to complete the transfer.

He praised himself in his heart, the more he grew up, the more fucking romantic he would be.

After receiving the money transfer, Yang Yan didn't put down his mobile phone. Judging by his expression, it didn't look like he was looking at his own rustic and unique number.

Wang Shu was upset that his wishes were not answered, "Yang Yan."

"Ok?"

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Yan may be too lazy to repeat, so he directly showed him the phone screen.

Liu Juan: [Happy New Year]

Liu Juan: Did you have a good meal during the Chinese New Year?My mother made dumplings, can I bring you some?

Liu Juan: Going to bed so early again?

One word after another in a red envelope instantly compromised Wang Shu's good mood.

"Do you want to eat dumplings?"

Wang Shu pursed his lips, then shook his head, "No, we new humans don't watch the Spring Festival Gala, and we don't eat dumplings either."

New new human?

This word seems to be nothing new.

Yang Yan knew, but he didn't say, "Then what are you new humans doing during the Spring Festival?"

"Well... the new and new human beings are also human beings, they just eat, take a bath, and sleep."

A very old routine, not new at all. In that world, in that small earthen house, the two of them celebrated the New Year like this.

But it was very appetizing to Yang Yan.

"Let's go, take a shower."

"Stop eating?"

"Eat tomorrow."

Yang Yan grabbed his clothes and dragged him into the bathroom. He was quick to do small tasks, and it took less than 10 minutes to wash Wang Shu from inside to outside.

The moment Wang Shu was pressed on the sink, he first recalled whether he had offended this small-hearted person, and after searching unsuccessfully, he said confidently, "Let me go."

"Yeah." Yang Yan's black hair was wet and messy, and his handsome face was flushed abnormally, "Cool?"

"Nonsense!" The sink is made of marble, icy and cool. Wang Shu arched his waist, trying to minimize the contact between his body and the marble. He turned his head and gave Yang Yan a look. It trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Yang Yan smiled, and his fingers brushed his spine, as if a fire passed through, igniting the lust, warming Wang Shu, he fell softly on the sink, but no longer felt cold, "Um..."

"Look in the mirror."

Wang Shu doesn't want it.

He has watched the messy clips a lot, and he knows that the expression that people can't manage when doing that kind of thing is the ugliest. Yang Yan has a filter for him, no matter how you look at it, he looks good, but he doesn't. "I don't want to be in this……"

It's useless, Wang Shu is the ancestor when he puts on his clothes, but he can only be manipulated by others when he takes off his clothes.

Yang Yan wanted to use this angle to see his expression, and he didn't want to miss a moment.

……

Wang Shu didn't know how he was put on the bed, he pushed Yang Yan's arm away from his waist with all his strength, "I, interview you."

"Let's do an interview." Yang Yan smiled and hugged him into his arms again.

Struggling no longer, Wang Shu took a few breaths and asked with difficulty, "Where did you learn these things from?"

"Can I choose not to answer?"

"Just be yourself, okay?"

"You want to know so much."

"Damn it, why do you think so, I'm so fucking thinking about it!" Wang Shu almost stopped swearing in front of Yang Yan, at most he said it in his heart, which shows how curious he is now.

At this point, Yang Yan hesitated for a while before saying a key word, "...computer."

"what?"

"before."

Wang Shu squeezed his chest, "You are playing with me, what do you think? I'm jumping word by word."

Yang Yan's tone was much more irritable than before, "CD, guess it."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and buried his head in Wang Shu's neck.

Computers, formerly, CDs.

Wang Shu seemed to understand.

"Hahahahahaha, I said it! It's okay, you don't have to be shy, who hasn't been lonely and cold." Wang Shu suddenly regained his energy and strength, and supported Yang Yan's chin to lift his head from his own. He raised his body, "Does it look good? Share it?"

Soon, he regretted his arrogance at the moment.