If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Empire of Atlantis, AD 3020.

Wen Fei turned over a page of the electronic calendar, looked at the word "New Year's Eve" marked under the numbers, and was a little dazed.

"What are you looking at?" A hand suddenly stretched out from behind, pressing off his display screen.

Wen Fei turned her head in surprise and joy, looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and said, "Why are you back?"

Zhan Zhuyan's military uniform was still on, and he was dressed neatly. The two silver stripes and a star on the military uniform were shining brightly.

"I heard that you have an interstellar mission, I thought you would not return." Wen Fei reached out to help him take off his hat, and said.

Zhan Zhuyan unbuttoned her clothes, took out the casual clothes from the closet and changed into them.

"Today is New Year's Eve, how could I let my lover spend it alone." Zhan Zhuyan changed her clothes, hugged him and kissed him.

With the changes of the times, a traditional festival such as the Spring Festival has gradually been left behind in the long river of history. Nowadays, the Spring Festival does not have much flavor of the year, and at most it is to get together to eat such a reunion dinner.

Zhan Zhuyan's military rank is one level higher than his, and the danger factors of the missions the two usually receive are also quite different. Wen Fei was already prepared to spend the holidays alone, so he just ran back without saying anything. up.Zhan Zhuyan didn't attach much importance to the holidays, so Wen Fei knew that he must have gone home for himself.

Zhan Zhuyan hugged him up, weighed him, and said: "Let me see if you've lost weight, I haven't seen you for months." Zhan Zhuyan buried her head in his neck, and sucked greedily.

"Haha, okay, don't get bored." Wen Fei hugged his head and asked him to put himself down.

Zhan Zhuyan reluctantly put him down, and couldn't help but kissed him several times.

Wen Fei waited for him to finish kissing, wiped his face, and said, "There are ingredients in the kitchen, let's go make dumplings."

"Okay." Zhan Zhuyan changed out her military boots, put on house slippers, and followed him into the kitchen.

In fact, at home, Zhan Zhuyan cooks most of the time.Wen Fei's culinary skills are at a level where the food he makes can barely eat enough to make people starve to death, but it is definitely not delicious.

After they got married, in order to take care of his taste, Zhan Zhuyan specially learned from the chef of the royal family, and Wen Fei's mouth was also spoiled by him.

When Zhan Zhuyan entered, Wen Fei was chopping dumpling stuffing.

"Come and make dumplings, I can't make them well." Wen Fei lowered his head and chopped the raw meat on the cutting board.

Although this kind of thing can be done by a machine, Wen Fei still likes to do it by himself, thinking it is more interesting.

"No problem." Zhan Zhuyan turned to look at him, and praised: "My baby is really capable."

Wen Fei hummed a little tune and said, "Of course."

Zhan Zhuyan found flour from the closet, found another cutting board and washed it, poured the flour on it, and added water to mix it.

The two can see each other's face just by tilting their heads slightly.

The so-called glue like paint is nothing more than that.

Wen Fei stopped his movements suddenly, and leaned over to kiss him secretly.

Zhan Zhuyan was so elated by the kiss, she turned her head and looked at him, only smiling without speaking.

Wen Fei licked his lower lip and said with a smile: "Major Zhan, why don't you hide from such a sudden attack?"

Zhan Zhuyan put his hands under the faucet, waited for the automatic water discharge equipment to clean his hands, then picked him up and pressed him on the cooking table.

"Because I'm waiting to punish you." He pushed the chopping board aside and leaned over to kiss him.

They are all old couples, and they can understand each other's meaning just by looking at each other.

After several months of abstinence, showing off her face is really like a wolf and a tiger, which is outrageous.

Captain Wen, who had turned into a hands-off shopkeeper, lay on the sofa, watching Zhan Zhuyan bring the dumplings to the table one by one.

Wen Fei, who was too lazy to do anything, simply pretended to be weak, and did not forget to raise his head and show his face: "I still want to eat pasta."

Zhan Zhuyan put down the plate and said to him: "Honey, the dumplings are already enough, you won't be able to eat any more pasta."

Wen Fei is purely greedy, whether he will be full or not is not in his consideration at all.

"I'm going to eat." Wen Fei looked at his hands, the hands that were dirty with the ingredients before had been washed clean by that person.

"Okay." Zhan Zhuyan said helplessly.There is always no way for him to refuse any of his requests.

Zhan Zhuyan fried the pasta and specially put a lot of his favorite bacon in it.

He took it out and ate it, and found that Wen Fei had already set the table and chopsticks, and was sitting at the table waiting for him.

Wen Fei stood up and took the plate, and said to him, "My husband has worked hard."

As soon as he behaved well, he would call her husband. Zhan Zhuyan knew his tricks a long time ago, but it was still very useful.

Zhan Zhuyan sat down beside him, with a plate of pasta in front of her.

The simple reunion dinner actually means that.

Wen Fei buried her head in eating the noodles, and from time to time she stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a dumpling, either to make Zhan look good, or to eat it by herself.

Zhan Zhuyan's left hand reached out, held his left hand, and stroked it gently.

There is a ring on the ring finger of Wen Fei's right hand holding the chopsticks. That small flowing silver ring is a proof of their love.

Wen Fei put a piece of his favorite onion on his plate, and said, "Eat this."

Zhan Zhuyan picked up the onion and ate it.

"Let's go to set off fireworks later. I read that's written in history books. This is how people celebrated the Spring Festival 1000 years ago."

"If you want to go, then go." Zhan Zhuyan picked up the pasta and ate it slowly.

Wen Fei smiled when he heard this, picked up another dumpling, dipped it in some soy sauce, and continued eating.

After eating the meal together, the two happily went out to set off fireworks.

When going down the steps, Zhan Zhuyan walked ahead, Wen Fei suddenly became playful and jumped onto his back.

Zhan Zhuyan caught him steadily, carried him on his back, and ran outside: "Let's go."

Wen Fei smiled and rubbed against him, ruffling his hair with her hands.

"husband."

"Eh."

"husband."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"I love you." Wen Fei leaned on his back, watched the fireworks set off by the smart housekeeper in the front yard, and whispered in Zhan Zhuyan's ear.

"I love you too." Zhan Zhuyan put him down, and instructed the housekeeper to make snow with a snow machine by voice.

Wen Fei looked at the slippers on her feet, and said angrily, "I didn't change my shoes."

"Then let's go back and change it, just to give it some time to prepare."

"Okay." Wen Fei nodded yes, and then went home with him.

When they came out again, both of them put on special warm clothes, although they were light and thin, they could control the temperature around them to the most suitable level.

The front yard has been covered with a layer of silver, and when you step up, you can still hear the soft sound of snowflakes breaking.

"Zhuyan." Wen Fei grabbed a ball of snow and threw it towards him.

Zhan Zhuyan dodged lightly, but was still hit on the shoulder.

He also bent down to grab the ball of snow, squeezed it tighter, and threw it towards Wen Fei.

Wen Fei dodged it with a smile, and bent down to grab Xue Xue to make a weapon.

Zhan Zhuyan was faster than him, and when he bent down, Zhan Zhuyan had already thrown several balls over.

Wen Fei was hit by him, and not to be outdone, he threw a few more.

The two were chasing each other in the snow, their footprints overlapping in a mess.

When she was tired from playing, Wen Fei threw Xue away, threw herself at Zhan Zhuyan, and threw him to the ground.

"Mr. Zhan, you've already been arrested, and you're still under arrest." He grabbed Zhan Zhuyan's hand, smiling slyly and playfully.

Zhan Zhuyan hugged him and turned over, raised her left hand generously, kissed the ring of the same style on her ring finger, and said, "Dear Captain, the handcuffs you gave me are here. , isn’t that considered a no-brainer?”

"Okay, since you're so obedient, go build a snowman with me." Wen Fei pushed him and said.

"Of order." Zhan Zhuyan hugged him up, patted the snowflakes off his body, and then took out tools to help him pile the snow together.

Wen Fei stretched out his hand and molded the snow into the shape he wanted.

"Two piles, two piles." He ordered Zhan Zhuyan to say.

"no problem."

Wen Fei fiddled with it, looked at Zhan Zhuyan next to him, and the snowman in his hand gradually took shape, exactly what Zhan Zhuyan looked like.

He turned his head and saw that what Zhan Zhuyan piled up was also his appearance.

Zhan Zhuyan also looked at him, and said with a smile: "There is a good heart."

Wen Fei grinned, her eyes full of sweetness.

"Is it cold?" Zhan Zhuyan grabbed his hand, put it in her clothes, and warmed it for him.

"Go home." Afraid of freezing him, Wen Fei quickly withdrew her hand.

Zhan Zhuyan frowned, grabbed him back in his hand, and led him home.

Zhan Zhuyan's hand was very warm, the temperature seemed to seep directly into Wen Fei's heart along the skin.

The suspended street lamps around the yard quietly emitted light, reflecting Zhan Zhuyan's profile very clearly.

Wen Fei felt that this scene was so beautiful that it made his heart tremble.

The smart watch on his wrist vibrated slightly, Wen Fei glanced down, and the flashing numbers on it reminded him that it was almost the end of the year.

Wen Fei stopped and counted silently in his heart, at the moment of zero o'clock, he pulled Zhan Zhuyan over and kissed his lips.

This is not just a lip-to-lip touch, but also a heart-to-heart closeness.

Behind them, under a bright moon, the lights of thousands of families competed to shine, and the fireworks bloomed, setting off the entire sky colorfully.

Unwilling to be preempted by him, Zhan Zhuyan pinned the back of his head and turned against the guest.

Between the two of them, needless to say, they loved each other more than anything else, more than their own love.

Wen Fei stepped back and asked pantingly: "In order to avoid noise pollution and waste pollution, hasn't there been no large-scale fireworks in the city for a long time?"

"That's right." Zhan Zhuyan stretched out her hand and gently wiped off the water stains on his lips with the pulp of her thumb, "But in order to make you smile, I specially arranged this firework. It uses a new type of fuel, not would cause pollution."

He turned his head to look at the sky, and said to Wen Fei under the blooming fireworks: "Happy New Year, baby."

"Happy New Year, Zhuyan." Wen Fei replied with a bright smile.After he finished speaking, he suddenly said: "I also prepared a red envelope for you."

"Oh?" Zhan Zhuyan looked at him in surprise.

"Hmm..." Wen Fei really took out a red envelope in a dignified manner, and handed it to Zhan Zhuyan.

Zhan Zhuyan took it, took it apart, and saw a peace talisman inside.

Wen Fei glanced wildly, and said, "I went to the temple to ask for it, but I kowtowed a lot."

As he spoke, he complained again: "No one believes in this thing anymore, and temples are hard to find. Don't think I'm superstitious. When you go out, I always hope you are safe and sound."

"How could it be?" Zhan Zhuyan hung the safety talisman around his neck, "I will definitely protect myself and not let my baby worry."

"It's good that you know." Wen Fei hummed twice and laughed.

Later, concerned that the outdoor temperature was still a bit low, and the previous snow had not melted, Zhan Zhuyan was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she took him back to the house.

At the window sill on the second floor, Wen Fei looked at the fireworks in the distance, his eyes were shining brightly.He turned his head, and the man came over cooperatively and exchanged a kiss with him.

When the kiss was over, Wen Fei asked him: "Zhuyan, will you love me forever?"

Zhan Zhuyan grabbed his shoulders, turned him around, and made him face her.He trapped Wen Fei between himself and the window sill, and whispered in his ear: "I will love you forever, until death."

Wen Fei hugged him and leaned her head on his shoulder.He felt that Zhan Zhuyan was really too kind to him, so good that he felt unreal, and he said: "I will always love you, regardless of poverty or wealth, regardless of life, old age, sickness and death."

The two kissed again, as if the only way to prove each other's existence.

Wen Fei stretched out his right hand to clasp his left hand, and the rings on their ring fingers collided with each other, just like their owners, inseparable.

When Wen Fei woke up the next day, Zhan Zhuyan was sleeping next to him.Sleeping together in the same bed, sleeping together under the quilt.

He was almost tormented to death by this person, but he was very satisfied in his heart.

Seeing that Zhan Zhuyan was still sleeping, he leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Zhan Zhuyan opened her eyes, pointed to her lips, and said, "It's the right place to kiss."

Wen Fei fulfilled his wish and kissed him on the lips.

"Baby, is your waist sore?" Zhan Zhuyan stretched out his hand to rub his waist.

"I was kept up all night by some wolf-like guy, what do you think?" Wen Fei yawned, and a layer of mist instantly filled his eyes.

Zhan Zhuyan smiled complacently, with a bit of pampering for him and pride in his achievements.

Wen Fei let him rub her waist, and leaned on him, grinding her teeth against his plump chest muscles.

"You don't need to rush to the team today, do you?" Wen Fei asked.

"No. I'll spend the annual leave with you."

Wen Fei patted his chest and said, "Okay, AWOL."

Zhan Zhuyan rubbed his hair, and said: "It's obviously a reasonable vacation. A Fei, in my heart, you are an existence that surpasses the team, the country, the honor, and even my own life."

"I don't believe you." Wen Fei said he didn't believe it, but his smile was sweet.

"Then how do you believe it, my darling?"

"Then use your whole life to prove it, and the next life, and the next life."

"Okay. Then I will book your future. You have to stay with me well, so that I can prove it to you."

"It's really cunning." Wen Fei drew a circle around the heart of his chest with his fingers, "Okay, then I will reluctantly agree to you."

Zhan Zhuyan looked at the sky, seeing that it was still early, he dragged Wen Fei back to the bed again.

"Go back to sleep, my dear."

Wen Fei comfortably pillowed on Zhan Zhuyan's arm, and said, "Okay, let's go together."

"En." Zhan Zhuyan pulled the quilt to the chests of the two, hugged Wen Fei sideways, and slowly fell asleep.