[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

Xue Yang recently discovered a very strange thing. Every time he turned his head inadvertently, he could see Xiao Xingchen staring at him in a daze. For example, when he was cooking in the kitchen, if he walked back and forth, Xiao Xingchen would turn his head to follow the sound, and then Continue the previous dull action.

For the past two days, Xue Yang only cared about the joy of the reunion, pestered him and refused to let him go, but he didn't find anything wrong with him, but now that he calmed down, he always felt guilty, afraid that Xiao Xingchen was sick or something was wrong with his soul.

After all, he used the magic technique against the sky, and he was afraid that all the illusions in front of him were just an empty dream made by himself.

After putting down the bowl, Xue Yang couldn't help asking him: "Master Dao, don't the meat porridge and vegetables I cook taste good? Is there too much salt or is it not to your liking? You always stare blankly at me when you don't eat." What are you doing?"

Xiao Xingchen quickly lowered his head, picked up the bowl and said slowly: "I don't have it. I just thought that your cooking is delicious. I should let you cook every day, so as not to save you from saying that I want to poison you to death."

"Hey!" Xue Yang stood up slowly, and moved the stool to Xiao Xingchen's side, "I just feel sorry for your tiredness these two days, but you think it's pretty, I don't care, I'm happy to be poisoned to death, tomorrow you do it."

"Then what do you want to eat?" He answered happily, but Xue Yang somehow felt that something was wrong. He tilted his head and stared at him for a while but couldn't see it. He leaned over and said, "I want to eat glutinous rice balls made with wine. You meeting?"

Xiao Xingchen shook his head, and smiled again: "It doesn't seem too difficult? Can I just put some wine?"

Xue Yang's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Well, then wait, I'll go buy it now."

"Xue Yang...Xue Yang!" Xiao Xingchen yelled a few times and didn't respond, only to realize that he had disappeared in no time, put the bowl in the sink, and chased him out the door.

Xue Yang thought he was strange, but he felt that Xue Yang was even more strange. They used to be in Yizhuang, but they tried their best to be lazy and not go out. Now they have cramps and run out twice a day.

Xiao Xingchen turned a few streets before walking to the market, and he heard all kinds of cries one after another. Perhaps it was because of the end of the new year, there was a continuous flow of people along the way, and naughty children chasing and playing bumped into him from time to time.He searched row after row of stalls, and found wineries, but he couldn't find Xue Yang. It wasn't until it was almost dark that he met a candied haws seller. After inquiring, he found out that Xue Yang had already gone back.

Xiao Xingchen turned around angrily, and halfway through the walk, he suddenly felt his face was cold. After a while, more and more things fell on his face, and he suddenly realized that it was snowing.The snow came quickly and violently, and after walking one street, it was already a vast expanse of whiteness, the sound of the snow falling on the ground was clearly discernible, and a row of faint marks was left behind.

Xiao Xingchen quickened his pace, and a figure pounced towards him as he was walking. As soon as his body warmed up, he was wrapped in a heavy dress and hugged him again. His hands were wrapped around his waist, and his head was buried in his chest, muttering: "Dao Why are you running around? What if you fall if you don’t see it?”

It's Xue Yang.

Since he came to Yizhuang, he prefers to call him Daoist most of the time. This kind of title and life reminds him of the dream that he never wanted to wake up from before, but no matter how beautiful the dream was, it was not as beautiful as it is now. They really Really own each other.

Xiao Xingchen clasped the ingredients in his hands, thinking that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it is also the first New Year that they have no secrets, the first time they are really together.Not to mention the snow, there are red lanterns that have been hung up along the way, and occasionally there are firecrackers that have been crackled several times by some impatient family. It seems that something is hidden from him.

When his face touched something fluffy, Xiao Xingchen stretched out his hand to touch it, and his hand was soft, with a fragrance of dwarf pine, and his mind became more and more confused. How could this clothes... smell so similar to Xue Yang's?But before Xue Yang came here, he didn't bring anything with him, and he was empty-handed, which must mean that he had nothing to do with the past.

He's... alone now.

Xiao Xingchen held his fingertips, pushed the paper umbrella covering his head towards Xue Yang, and said with a chuckle, "I walk slowly so I won't fall, but you are so fast, I chase after you." After chasing him, he disappeared, where did the clothes come from?"

Regardless of whether he could see it or not, Xue Yang blinked and said, "I learned what I did from others, does the Daoist like it?"

"It turns out..." Xiao Xingchen suddenly remembered, no wonder he always had some small scars on his fingers, no wonder he ran outside for the past few days and was not allowed to follow him, his eyes felt astringent for a while, but at least because he covered his eyes I didn't lose my composure too much, but I just thought it was funny and sad when I imagined that this little rascal was willing to bow his head and learn how to make clothes with the embroiderer stitch by stitch.

But it was more of a soft heart, he thought that Xue Yang was used to the bustle and couldn't bear the solitude for a while, so he ran out every day, but he didn't think he had misunderstood people, and he tightened his grip on the fingertips of the person in his arms, even his tone was slightly Feeling awkward, Xiao Xingchen said word by word: "I like it very much, Xue Yang, thank you for being willing to accompany me."

Xue Yang straightened his head from his embrace, fixedly looked into his eyes, and lightly placed a kiss on his lips, then tossed and sucked the corner of his lips and murmured: "I will cure you, for sure."

"Xiao Xingchen, I like you very much. Not only do I just want to have this life, but I also want to be with you in the next life, life after life. Do you feel annoyed by me being so greedy?"

After a long time, Xiao Xingchen smiled softly: "This is very good, and so am I."

The wind and snow shuttled around the two of them, the sky gradually darkened, and the candy in the palm of the hand was hot, Xiao Xingchen said softly: "Do you still like to eat sweets now?"

Xue Yang laughed, and tilted his head to his ear: "I've always liked candy, but you, Daoist, can't compare to any candy." After saying that, he pulled him away and urged: "Go! Go back and make glutinous rice balls for me, I have bought everything."

After returning to Yizhuang, Xiao Xingchen had only time to change into new clothes, and Xue Yang brutally pushed Xiao Xingchen into the kitchen, watching him with a smile on his busy work, and no matter what Xiao Xingchen said, he refused to help a little bit.

It took nearly an hour to finish everything, and when Xiao Xingchen sat down on the stool, Xue Yang tasted the glutinous rice balls and almost jumped up, his eyes circled on Xiao Xingchen resentfully, "Did the Taoist really not do it on purpose? How do I remember that you made it once before, and it was delicious, did you sprinkle all the big bag of sugar I bought into it?"

Xiao Xingchen was shy and innocent: "I really don't blame me. The candy was placed too close to the pot, and I fell into it as soon as I touched it. I thought to myself that you love candy, and you will definitely like it. A whole jug of wine."

After finishing speaking, he poked his head slightly and asked in doubt: "Is it really bad?"

Xue Yang stared at the big bowl of glutinous rice balls, rolled his eyeballs, and reluctantly said: "It's...not bad! The Taoist priest made it for me with his own hands. I'm very happy. It's not bad at all. I'll eat them right away. Eat up!"

As he spoke, he scooped up another big spoonful, pretended to stuff it into his mouth, and made an unbearable expression at the same time. Sure enough, with his pitiful and affectionate confession, Xiao Xingchen immediately couldn't sit still. Reaching out hesitantly, "Don't eat, I'll cook noodles for you?"

Xue Yang took the opportunity to grab his hand, passed the bowl to his mouth, and said softly, "Taste it, it's very sweet and delicious, I lied to you just now."

Xiao Xingchen obviously didn't believe it, and stood in a stalemate with his face up for a moment, then helplessly swallowed a bowl of glutinous rice balls, and just as the bowl was put down, Xue Yang scooped up another bowl of soup and pushed it over, "What is the Taoist priest eating so fast? Be careful not to choke, drink soup to moisten it."

Xiao Xingchen didn't have time to react, and Xue Yang pushed the bowl to fill a bowl full of soup. It was already unclear, so, "It's really not bad... except it's too sweet, my cooking has improved ?How can it be?"

He muttered to himself, and it took him a long time to realize that no one was paying attention to him. He stretched out his hands and found no one, so he suddenly got anxious and stood up from the chair suddenly, dizzy and dizzy for a moment, the blood rushed straight to his brain, his legs As soon as it was soft, it slammed into the table.

In a hurry, someone grabbed the belt and pulled it back. Before it fell into the person's arms, the coat was ripped off. Xue Yang then rolled on the ground, sucking those bright red lips without thinking. down.

Everything seemed to be happening in the blink of an eye, Xiao Xingchen's mind was in a state of confusion, and he felt his body getting hotter and dizzier.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his head, he shook his head and murmured, "Xue Yang...what are you..."

Xue Yang raised his head, the corners of his eyes and brows were all coquettish and red, he stepped forward vigorously, and jokingly said, "The Taoist priest is so cute, you can get drunk even after eating a bowl of glutinous rice balls made with wine. I'm here to sober you up."

He shivered, holding that soft and warm waist without shaking it, and he didn't care that the person was shaken dizzily, as if the world had turned into colorful fragments, and one piece after another was moving rapidly in front of his eyes.

The violent wind and furious waves stirred up the flimsy boat, rushing to the top of the storm time and time again, Xue Yang stretched out his hand to hold his pink and fragile thing, chuckled arrogantly, and asked in the joy of constant collision: "Is the Taoist relaxed? Sober up?"

"Xue Yang..." Xiao Xingchen's whole body turned red, and he didn't know whether it was because of the rush of thoughts, or because of the bowl of extremely concentrated sweet wine, Xue Yang twisted his legs, and called him like a cat in a subdued voice. Name: "Master Daoist, do I look good? I'll give it if the answer is correct."

At this time, Xiao Xingchen had lost his way, and his mind was filled with the aura and voice hovering around Xue Yang. When he suddenly heard Xue Yang talking to him, he mumbled in a daze, "It looks good... I I like it so much, it looks better than before…”

Xue Yang squinted his eyes, moved a few more times, and while rubbing the thing that had straightened up again, he coaxed: "The Taoist priest lied to me...do you really like it?"

Xiao Xingchen was so dizzy that he couldn't lift up at all, he swayed wildly: "It's really... pretty good, I watched it last night..."

As soon as Xue Yang stopped moving, he slapped him on the buttocks: "Okay, Xiao Xingchen, you're getting bolder! You really are lying to me!"