They're said to be fucking gay in all seriousness.

Opening the door completely, Yan Quan's domineering eyes, pale and deep lip lines are still dazzling, but the corners of his eyes and brows are a little haggard.

It seems that *feng was not lying, he was really tormented by stomach problems.

"Happy New Year!" Yan Quan's face was full of joy.

Shen Qiucheng looked at Yan Quan with no expression on his face.

"You can't thank guests during the New Year!" Yan Quan gradually suppressed his smile, pursing his lips tightly, as if he was afraid that Shen Qiu would be thrown out if he came true.

After a long time, the corners of Shen Qiucheng's mouth slowly curled up, equally exhausted, "It's not the New Year yet."

Only on New Year's Eve, Shen Qiucheng really didn't want to spend it alone, even if this person was Yan Quan, it was better than nothing.

"Don't worry about it." Yan Quan regained his smile, stuffed the orchid into Shen Qiucheng's arms, changed his slippers, and walked in swaggeringly, "Where's the light? Turn on the light."

Shen Qiucheng closed the door, raised his hand and slapped on all the lights in the whole villa.

Yan Quan looked around and was full of praise, "The decoration is good, and the Shen family is really classy."

Shen Qiucheng put the orchid on the coffee table casually.

"Hey, be careful, this pot of orchids is priceless, even if you have money, you can't buy them. If you destroy them, they will be gone." Yan Quan sat on the sofa and instructed.

"Aren't you going home on New Year's Eve?" Shen Qiucheng sat on the other end of the sofa, stretched his limbs, and leaned back.

Yan Quan shrugged, put up a long leg, and said casually, "Where are you going? Beijing? I just ran out of the hospital, how do I go back? The roads are closed. I'm probably the only one going back to my father's house, or maybe someone else It's boring to have a stupid stepmother in the way."

Shen Qiucheng narrowed his eyes.

Brain-dead stepmother?Hao Yousu?

"I'm fucking starved to death." Yan Quan raised Fei Yang's eyes, "Don't you have a nanny to cook for you?"

Shen Qiucheng said: "Of course there are, they are released for the Chinese New Year."

"Is there any food?" Yan Quan stood up, stretched his waist and walked to the kitchen, opened the large refrigerator to take a look, then turned his head and shouted at Shen Qiucheng in the living room, "Don't mention it, your family has a lot of food."

"Then will you do it?" Shen Qiucheng stroked his fluffy head that had jumped onto the sofa.

Yan Quan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and said as if making up his mind, "Then I'll give it a try."

It was a great test.

Shen Qiucheng turned on the home theater, held the remote control in his hand, and adjusted the channel aimlessly, and vaguely smelled a strange and pungent smell.

Shen Qiucheng frowned slightly, put down the remote control and walked towards the kitchen, he was stunned before he reached the place.

Who can tell him what this strange black smoke is all about?

Shen Qiucheng walked over quickly, opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door of the kitchen, squinted his eyes while turning on the range hood, and asked, "Are you cooking or burning the kitchen?"

Yan Quan was also choked to death, lying on the stove and coughing: "I only know how to cook western food, and you don't have steaks at home. I saw it, it was all smashed."

Shen Qiucheng took off the blue apron from Yan Quan's body, tied it on himself, pushed Yan Quan out, and raised his hand, "Get out, get out."

Of course Yan Quan wouldn't leave, he just leaned on one side, propping his body on his elbows, his deep eyes were fixed on Shen Qiucheng all the time - the other party washed his hands, took out a knife from the knife basket, and rushed it under the water, Then chop and chop on the chopping board.

Yan Quan was taken aback, and said in disbelief, "You know how to cook? It's unscientific..."

Shen Qiucheng cleaned up the fish carefully, and glanced at Yan Quan, "What's unscientific?"

Yan Quan stroked his chin, stared at Shen Qiu for a long while without speaking.

His Qiu Cheng is always so lofty and has no desires or desires. Obviously, he should be a cold corner who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui. He chops and stir-fries vegetables, and he looks good...

Chef Shen or something...

What about the agreement that you can only watch from a distance and not play with it, and don't eat the fireworks of the world?

The style is totally wrong!

Not scientific!

Very unscientific! ! !

But but...

Qiu Cheng, who can go up to the living room and down to the kitchen...

How to break if you like it more? =3=

Yan Quan has been used to being served by others since he was a child, and he is surrounded by stars wherever he goes. It is commonplace and natural for others to treat him well and confess him.

But now it was Shen Qiucheng who was cooking for him, and for no reason, he felt a wave of uneasy conscience, so he quickly rolled up his sleeves to help Shen Qiucheng.

When Yan Quan was squatting and peeling garlic, Shen Bengbeng probed his head, got into the kitchen, jumped onto Yan Quan's back, climbed onto his shoulder, and stuck out his tongue to lick his cheek.

Yan Quan was so itchy from being licked by Bengbeng, he giggled, and shrank his neck, "Okay, don't lick it, don't lick it..."

Shen Qiucheng was stir frying, glanced down, and raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, "Bengbeng seems to like you very much? It's unbelievable, this dog is very serious."

"Of course, it is subdued by my boundless charm." Yan Quan triumphantly stood up, threw a few cloves of garlic onto the cutting board, picked up a piece of freshly cooked pork ribs, and stuffed them into the meat that lay obediently on his shoulders. Bounced on the mouth.

Bounce excitedly wagged his tail.

A few minutes later, Yan Quan was humming a little tune and chopping chopped green onions, when he felt a wave of dampness and heat from his shoulders.

No way……

Yan Quan tilted his head slightly, and saw the clothes winding and winding, followed by a foul smell.

"Why the fuck are you peeing on me?" Yan Quan was about to collapse, closed his eyes and shouted in despair, "Aren't we good friends?!"

Bounce's eyes seemed to say - "Who the hell is a good friend with you, you scum!!"

The dignified "first son" was turned down by a puppy, and Yan Quan's heart was broken.

Seeing that Yan Quan was pitiful, Beng Beng ruffled his black hair soothingly, then jumped down, wagging his tail, and ran out of the kitchen proudly as if his revenge had been avenged.

Shen Qiucheng stared at Yan Quan, his lips fluttered slightly, and he smiled lightly.

Yan Quan sharpened his knife, chanted endlessly with a dark face, and looked at Shen Qiucheng eagerly from time to time, "Qiucheng, I want to eat dog meat! Let's eat dog meat today! Today's New Year's Eve, let's eat dog meat! Improve the food, Let's eat dog meat! Qiu Cheng, let's eat dog meat... let's eat dog meat..."

"What kind of dog meat are you eating? You can't even eat it!" Shen Qiucheng poked Yan Quan with his elbow, "Okay, go wash it up, you're so embarrassing."

……

Yan Quan couldn't help leaning towards Shen Qiucheng's body immediately, his subtle voice had an ambiguous tone, "What kind of yellow accent do you have—"

Shen Qiucheng dodged quickly, pointing the spatula in his hand at Yan Quan to prevent him from approaching any further, frowned and said sharply: "Stay away from me, go wash it quickly."

Yan Quan frowned at Shen Qiucheng, blew a kiss, and turned to go upstairs.

Yan Quan was walking very slowly step by step on the spiral staircase of Shen's house, looking around curiously.

There were six bedrooms on the second floor, and Yan Quan opened them one by one until the last one was pushed away. The room was filled with the familiar smell of cigarettes.

Yan Quan knew that this room must be Shen Qiucheng's bedroom.

The decoration is very simple, with dark colors as the main tone, and the depression is overwhelming. The few pots of unknown green plants placed on the window sill have a somewhat gloomy appearance.There are several hazy abstract oil paintings hanging on the wall, with cold colors and weird lines.A transparent lampshade on the bedside table, a glass of boiled water, a model of a Mercedes-Benz, and an open book.

Full of ascetic style of painting.

Yan Quan turned around and closed the door, his beautiful white fingertips slowly slid across the wall following his footsteps, stood still in front of the bathroom, and pushed open to enter.

Fill the bathtub with water, take off your clothes and throw it into the basin in the corner, and sit in the bathtub.

The water was very hot, which made his mind and body extremely relaxed. He took the cigarette case and lighter from the bath rack, and lit a cigarette.

The water vapor and smoke in the bathroom mixed together, engulfing a floor-to-ceiling mirror that Yan Quan was facing.

Yan Quan moved forward a few times, wiped off a piece of mist from the mirror, and looked at himself face to face in the mirror, smoking intently.

Shen Qiucheng prepared six dishes and one soup, but Yan Quan hadn't come down yet.

Shen Qiucheng sat on the sofa and watched the gala for a while, and waited for more than half an hour, but there was no sign of Yan Quan.

Shen Qiucheng got up and went upstairs, followed by a joyful Shen Bengbang.

Pushing open the bathroom door, I saw Yan Quan lying in the bathtub, panting heavily with his eyes closed.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Qiucheng asked.

Yan Quan panted for a long time before squeezing it out between his teeth: "Take pain pills...I'll take pain pills..."

Shen Qiucheng hurriedly went to the medicine box, took the pain pills back to the bathroom, poured out three pills, and stuffed them into Yan Quan's mouth.

"You said that the contradictions in your life are not contradictory. While you have a stomachache, you also need to take painkillers. The painkillers are too irritating to the stomach. If you are not sick, you have to take the painkillers." Shen Qiucheng put the painkillers in the bath On the shelf, go out, "Come down quickly, the food will be cold in a while."

"En." Yan Quan moved his Adam's apple and responded.

Yan Quan slowed down, washed and wiped himself, walked out of the bathroom naked, and opened the wardrobe, all black, white and gray.

The style is really "Shen Qiucheng"...

He took a white shirt and put it on, rummaged for a pair of brand new underwear and well-cut black trousers and put them on.

Shen Qiucheng tuned the stage boredly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Yan Quan coming from the stairs late.

The white shirt with only two buttons buttoned, the strong chest looming, the wet hair sticking to it softly, the water droplets are a little bright under the light, falling drop by drop, and shattering at the neckline of the white shirt.

Shen Qiucheng saw Yan Quan smiled slightly at him.

For the New Year's Eve dinner, every family had a happy meal, but here, it was deserted, only the sound of the Spring Festival Gala on the TV in the living room, and the firecrackers outside one after another.

The two sat facing each other, Yan Quan tried to find a topic, but found that there was really nothing to talk about, so he would occasionally pick up some food for Shen Qiucheng, grinned, and praised how delicious the cooking was.

Shen Bengbeng surrounded them, jumped onto Yan Quan's feet, and seemed to want to climb up along his long legs, but Yan Quan stared back.

After eating, Shen Qiucheng cleared the dining table, and Yan Quan sat on the sofa in the living room to answer the phone.

"Bastard Xiaoquan, where the hell did he die in a gentle town? You won't even go back to Beijing during the Chinese New Year? You don't want your brother anymore, do you?"

"Oh, the road is closed, I can't go back." Yan Quan grabbed the remote control and turned down the volume of the TV.

"Stop talking nonsense, which road can seal you? As long as you want to, you can dig your own way back." *Feng's voice was slightly drunk.

Yan Quan laughed, "Second Master Zheng thinks highly of me."

"I just went to your house to pay New Year's greetings. Your grandfather's appearance of wanting to eat your flesh and drink your blood is simply terrifying."

"No way, I really can't go back this year."

"What big case do you have to talk about? It's all about New Year's Eve."

Yan Quan glared at Shen Bengbeng who was about to climb his legs again, but a smile appeared on his lips, "The biggest case in life."

"Get out, don't be so fucking secretive, I think you must be drowning in some gentle village and you won't be able to get out."

"You can also say that..." Yan Quan raised the corners of his eyes slightly.

At this time, Shen Qiucheng came over with a plate of fruit, put it on the coffee table, sat on the side, and watched TV.

"Hey, that's enough, Brother Feng, let's get together later." Yan Quan cast a glance at Shen Qiucheng, and hung up the phone hastily.

After watching TV for a while, it was really boring. Shen Qiucheng got up and walked to the balcony, standing in front of the French windows, with a handsome and tall figure and a delicate face.

In the outside world, the lights are bright and every home is warm.

This is his New Year's Eve.

Maybe every year after that will be spent like this, boring and painful, so lonely.

The only difference is that there is no Yan Quan.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window was deafening, and the sound of footsteps behind him was drowned out. Shen Qiucheng didn't notice it, and was still looking up at the night sky, until someone hugged him suddenly from behind, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and the warm breath gently blew on him. next to his ear.

Shen Qiucheng lowered his eyes slowly, looking at the two people reflected in the glass, the person behind him was about the same height as himself, soft light flowed from his merciful eyes, he rubbed his shoulder, a lazy and charming voice came into In his ears—

"Just follow me..."

Shen Qiucheng smiled lightly.

The voice continued: "I raised you, you are unique."

Shen Qiucheng snapped apart the fingers stuck to his lower abdomen, and replied palely and indifferently: "Impossible!"