One, two, three things about the Ning family.

"The four of you cook so many dishes for Chinese New Year?" He Ci sat cross-legged on a chair with an air of self-cooking: "Wow, there is Gu Lao Rou, I haven't eaten home-cooked dishes for almost six years. "

The four of them couldn't stop laughing as they watched He Ci put food into their mouths one mouthful after another like a child.

"Eat slowly." Yi Ren poured a glass of Coke for He Ci: "No one will fight with you, drink some water."

He Ci licked his lips: "Thank you." Then he stuffed food into his mouth.

Seeing that he was eating so happily, everyone couldn't help but start to eat extravagantly.

"Sweet, eat this, your favorite carrot"

"Brother Han, eat more, this soup is delicious."

Satisfied with wine and food, He Ci took the initiative to stand up to wash the dishes, Wu Xian smiled and said: "There is a dishwasher at home, so you don't need to wash it."

"Then I don't eat and drink for nothing?"

"No, you don't eat much." Wu Xian looked at the CD after the wind and clouds, and there was not even a soup left.

He Ci lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I ate too much."

"No, no." Yi Yan also persuaded: "Let me clean it up with you, the two of you can get it back together very quickly."

He Ci nodded: "Thank you, Yi Ren."

Wu Xian glanced at Ning Huo who was already hugging her: "Go away, I'll clean up the table."

Ning Huo looked unhappy: "Ah, then I will help too."

"Come on, your clumsiness will only add to the confusion."

Ning Huo was injured, Han Zhao picked up the red wine: "Let's go, boss, the two of us open the wine."

The three cleaned up the dining table full of garbage: "It's quite dirty."

He Ci didn't do anything when he saw it, he could only follow behind the two of them and lift up the trash can.

"Why do you suddenly remember celebrating the New Year with us?" Wu Xian looked at He Temple behind him.

Heci smiled wryly and said: "I used to celebrate the New Year with Mu Ci, but he kicked him out, it doesn't count, I ran out by myself."

"Huh? What happened?" Yi Yan stopped what she was doing, straightened her waist, and looked at Heci worriedly.

He Ci shook his head: "It's okay, Mu Ci and I often quarrel. It will be fine in two days, it will be fine for sure."

"Really?" The two looked back at Heci at the same time.

He Ci nodded affirmatively: "We often do this, and it will definitely be better in a few days."

With suspicious eyes, the five men sat together and talked more after two glasses of wine.

"Tell the truth, tell the truth!" Ning Huo shouted while hugging Wu Xian.

The white sweater on Wu Xian has the warm smell of the sun. Ning Huo likes this smell very much, so he just lay on Wu Xian, unwilling to let go no matter what.

Han Zhao held the empty wine bottle: "Whoever turns the head of the bottle will answer the question, and the person on your right will ask the question. Do you have any questions?"

Ning Huo urged: "Get started, get started."

Han Zhao glanced at Ning Huo, and Ning Huo's eyes signaled something, and Han Zhao just turned the bottle like this.

Finally, he stopped in front of He Ci who was drinking, as if he had drunk a little too much, He Ci felt a little drunk: "Me?" Pointing at himself, he was a little silly: "What do I want to answer?"

On the right hand side of He Temple is Han Zhao.

Han Zhao put his arms around Yi Ren and asked, "Why did you come here tonight? Where's Mu Ci?"

Looking at the wine bottle, He Ci licked his lips: "He ignored me."

The four of them leaned over with a heart of gossip, Han Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is he ignoring you?"

He Ci picked up the wine bottle, and there was sadness in those affectionate eyes: "I confessed to him, and he said he didn't like men. Then, I ran away."

Tears flowed out like this, one drop after another, falling on the floor, and Heci wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve like a child: "I just don't want to regret it, I just like him, why can't I tell him if I like him, in the future I will Just don’t see him. He knows everything and pretends to be my friend. I’m just annoyed.”

Han Zhao, Ning Huo and Yi Ren all nodded with emotion.Feelings...are bitter.

Wu Xian took out the paper from the side. Because Ning Huo loved to cry, there were papers everywhere in the house.

Holding the wine bottle, He Ci pointed at Ning Huo and asked, "Do you mean, do you want to let him know if you like someone? How embarrassing it would be if you don't let him know who you like!"

Ning Huo nodded: "Well, I like Tiantian."

Heci's tears couldn't stop streaming down: "That's right, of course you have to say it if you like it, even if you can't be friends in the future, it doesn't matter. If you obviously like it but don't say it, it's not self-torture. Anyway, he rejected me this time. I will never see him again! I will find someone who is better than him, more considerate than him, more handsome than him, and make him regret going.”

Wu Xian handed over the tissue in due course.

Heci cried out loudly: "If you have any good ones, remember to introduce them to me."

Several people nodded.

He Ci wiped away tears: "I'm done crying."

Wu Xian almost burst out laughing: "Cry well? After that?"

"I'm leaving." He Ci really stood up holding the wine bottle.

"Ah?" The four of them hurriedly pulled him back: "You drank too much, where are you going?"

He Ci patted the key in his pocket: "I will live in the building next door to your house, don't worry, I'll be home in a few minutes."

Yi Yan glanced at Han Zhao: "Let's send him back, it's so late."

"it is good."

Han Zhao picked up the coat at the side: "You two go to bed early too, we'll send this child home."

Suddenly, He Ci crouched in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with the wine bottle in his arms, and knocked on the window: "Hey, look, it's snowing."

Everyone came over: "Indeed, it's amazing that it snows on New Year's Eve."

Among the neon lights, the lights of Wanjia are warm and reunion is auspicious, which seems to be able to melt the sudden long snow.

Wu Xian was hugged by Ning Huo and stood in front of the window: "It's snowing."

"Yeah. Tiantian is prettier than Xue."

"anything else."

"I'm not as good-looking as Xue." Ning Huo pressed his face against Wu Xian's, "So, Tiantian is prettier than me, and Tiantian is the most beautiful person in the world."

Wu Xian smiled and pushed him: "Tired, go away."

"I'm not leaving."

In grief, Heci murmured: "The snow is falling so deeply and so seriously, but I still heard you say that we can't do it."

Han Zhao shook his head helplessly: "One side is sweet, and the other side is miserable."

He led the half-drunk He Ci out.

Wu Xian stood upstairs waiting for them to appear downstairs, and then he saw He Ci running quickly to the street, singing loudly: "But I still heard you say that we can't, it's impossible you big head ghost, you die !!"

"What a kid." Wu Xian shook his head slightly, not knowing what expression to put on.

Ning Huo came over with two glasses of red wine: "What are you looking at, Tiantian?"

Wu Xian pointed to the crazy He Temple downstairs, I don't know if it's my illusion, the two names He Temple and Muci are very familiar.

Ning Huo hugged Wu Xian from behind, shook it slightly, put his face close to his face and said, "If you can't beat your eyes, why die?"

"Chang'an ancient idea?"

"Well, they seem to have known each other since childhood."

Ning Huo said with a smile: "Heci, he debuted in the same year as you, and is two years younger than you. That's when he was in the first year of high school. His mood should still be stuck in the first year of high school."

"Stay?"

"Well, that's a brat."

Wu Xian followed the light to look at Ning Huo, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, he was a little curious: "What about you? Where are you staying?"

"Me?" Ning Huo put down the red wine and kissed the corner of Wu Xian's mouth: "Of course I'm in Tiantian's heart, and I can't even drive him away."

"Is there something wrong with your red wine?"

Ning Huo shook his head: "I won't force you anymore, let's do it when you really like it. I like Tiantian so I can wait."

Wu Xian shook the red wine in his hand: "I don't know how much you can trust your words."

Ning Huo leaned forward, licked and bit Wu Xian's earlobe: "Five points. Because, I still really want to do this kind of thing with Tiantian."

Wu Xian pushed him away: "At the beginning of the new year, pay attention."

"Tiantian really doesn't care about me at all." Ning Huo shouted, and followed Wu Xian into the room.

After turning off the light, Ning Huo hugged him tightly behind him, breathing evenly.

"Ning Huo."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Wu Xian blinked, thought for a while but still didn't say: "It's nothing, go to bed early. Happy New Year."

Ning Huo hugged Wu Xian even tighter, and the sound of rubbing the quilt sounded very lazy: "Sweet and happy."