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

Yan Quan smiled, let go of his hands, lay down on the glass, looked up, "Thought about it."

"Then you still ask." Shen Qiucheng cast a cold glance at Yan Quan.

"Who knows?" Yan Quan said casually, "Probably unwilling."

Shen Qiucheng didn't speak any more, neither did Yan Quan, and the two of them stood quietly in front of the window together, full of thoughts.

"I've been wondering since I entered the door, you play the piano so well, why is there no piano at home?" Yan Quan made a gesture of playing the piano on the glass with his fingertips, "Today's day, today's moonlight, Today's mood is really suitable for a song."

"What's the song?"

Yan Quan said: "The best I play is "Nocturne."

Shen Qiucheng raised his eyebrows, "But today's festival doesn't seem to be suitable for Nocturne."

"So what if it's not suitable?" Yan Quan turned his head to look at Shen Qiucheng with a natural look, "Of course I want to play the best for you!"

Shen Qiucheng: "..."

All of a sudden, Yan Quan seemed to think of something, he yelled, and said to Shen Qiucheng with joy, "I brought some damn good things, I almost forgot!"

"What?" Before Shen Qiucheng could finish asking, he saw Yan Quan pull open the balcony window, jump out, and land lightly, wearing only thin underwear and slippers.

"What's going crazy again? You're going to freeze to death!" Shen Qiucheng yelled at the back of Yan Quan rushing into the night.

Yan Quan didn't care, and ran fast in the garden of Shen's villa with his vigorous figure.

Shen Qiucheng closed the window, and when he turned and walked through the living room, he picked up two coats from the sofa, walked while wearing them, one on his hand, changed his shoes and opened the door to go out.

Yan Quan drove his Hummer out of the garage, parked it outside the yard, turned off the engine, got out, and opened the trunk.

Shen Qiucheng opened the iron gate of the yard, and Yan Quan was busy behind the car not far away, carrying something.

Shen Qiucheng approached, shook the coat in his hand, and put it on the bent Yan Quan, then looked into the car, slightly startled.

A whole trunk is full of all kinds of fireworks.

Yan Quan turned around in a stooped posture, smiling brightly under the dim light, "How is it? Am I good? Let's play together."

"It's amazing." Shen Qiucheng smiled, and started to move with Yan Quan.

"Of course." Yan Quan pinched Shen Qiucheng's waist, "This is the mood of life~"

Due to the new and old injuries on his waist, Shen Qiucheng could only support his waist and fiddle with the fireworks on the ground.

Yan Quan moved down the last one, turned around and saw Shen Qiucheng standing there awkwardly, and immediately frowned: "Hey, stop messing around, don't f*cking back, just stand and go, I'll just do it."

Shen Qiucheng paused, looked at Yan Quan, "I'm not a useless person."

"Yes, yes, you are not a useless person—" Yan Quan put down the fireworks, went to help Shen Qiucheng up, and smiled at the corners of his long and narrow eyes, "Little waste, can you?"

Shen Qiucheng: "..."

Yan Quan bent down and arranged the fireworks in a few lines, took out a cigarette and lit it, held the cigarette close to the fuse, turned his head and said to Shen Qiucheng: "Are you ready? It's coming——"

Shen Qiucheng nodded gently.

Ignite and get up in one go, and then Yan Quan wrapped his coat and ran towards Shen Qiucheng with a smile.

Gorgeous fireworks burst through the air behind him.

Shen Qiucheng looked up at the fireworks all over the sky. Yan Quan stumbled in his slippers and almost fell into his arms. He gently hugged Yan Quan. Yan Quan smiled at him and looked up at the night sky.

Shen Qiucheng felt that he would never forget the fireworks and stars on New Year's Eve.

No matter how indifferent to the world, people also need a little truth, fullness and agility in their lives.

"Thank you." Shen Qiucheng said thanks.

"Oh? Why thank me?" Yan Quan was still looking at the fireworks, his eyes shining brightly.

Shen Qiucheng didn't give a reason.

But Yan Quan could guess.

On New Year's Eve, when I thought I was alone, I unexpectedly got some warmth.

"Then you have to repay me well." Yan Quan laughed, took a step sideways in front of Shen Qiucheng, pulled Shen Qiucheng's collar, and kissed him lightly.

Unlike any other time before, this seemed to be a thank you kiss——Yan Quan's tongue was so soft and gentle, he touched it politely and carefully.

Shen Qiucheng didn't push Yan Quan away, but he didn't respond either. He just watched Yan Quan's eyelashes trembling slightly, and the shadows covering his forehead and eyelids under the colorful sky.

Yan Quan finished the kiss, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled helplessly, "You really didn't react at all." As he spoke, he loosened Shen Qiucheng's collar, turned around and continued to watch the fireworks, and suddenly felt that Night Breeze It was so fucking cold that it was almost getting into his internal organs. He sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "I have also failed like never before."

Until all the fireworks were set off, they all had a tacit understanding without another word, just silently looking up at the night sky.

Looking at the mess all over the place, Shen Qiucheng said: "Let's clean it up tomorrow, it's too cold."

Yan Quan's lips turned white and blue from the cold, and he nodded his head wishing for it.

The two hurried back to the house, even throwing the car on the road instead of parking it in the garage.

Back in the living room, they sat side by side on the sofa and watched TV for a while, Yan Quan peeled an orange and broke it in half for Shen Qiu, "No dumplings?"

"Yes." Shen Qiucheng tore at the orange's white veins, "Auntie Hou made a bunch of them before, and they were in the freezer."

Yan Quan stuffed all the oranges into his mouth, clapped his hands, and said vaguely, "I'm going to cook some dumplings."

"I don't eat, I'm full at night." Shen Qiucheng said, "I'm not hungry at all."

"It's not for you to fill your stomach." Yan Quan had already entered the kitchen.

Yan Quan cooked more than a dozen casually, forced Shen Qiucheng to stuff two, and ate the rest by himself.

The Spring Festival Gala began to beat gongs and drums, and the sound of firecrackers outside was loud.

The Chinese New Year is here.

"Happy New Year!" Yan Quan put the dumpling plate on the coffee table, threw himself to Shen Qiucheng's side, and wrapped his arms around his neck, "Mr. Shen, Happy New Year!"

Shen Qiucheng gently brushed Yan Quan away, and replied, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

Yan Quan relentlessly pounced again, spread out his palms, hooked his fingers together, "Where's the lucky money?!"

"..."

"Where's the New Year's money?" Yan Quan was indomitable.

"Brother, you are older than me. I haven't asked you for the New Year's money, but you asked me?" Shen Qiucheng was speechless.

"Hey, brother Qiucheng, then I'll give it to you." Yan Quan smiled sinisterly and slyly. He stretched his long legs and sat on Shen Qiucheng's body. He cupped his cheeks with both hands, and leaned over to kiss him.

This weird dumpling-flavored kiss...

Shen Qiucheng pushed Yan Quan, turned his face sideways, and the corner of his eye fell on Yan Quan's face.

"Don't be angry..." Yan Quan caressed Shen Qiucheng's lower lip with his thumb, and stretched his other hand towards the part where they were close together, and pressed it against his ear, "This is the lucky money..."

Shen Qiucheng lowered his eyes, looked coldly at Yan Quan's hand touching his key parts, "Do you want me to beat you again?"

Yan Quan pursed his lips and wanted to kiss him again.

Shen Qiucheng directly lifted Yan Quan who was sitting on him, and left without saying a word.

Shen Qiucheng returned to the bedroom, took a shower with the shower, put on the bathrobe carefully, picked up the changed clothes and washed them in the sink, and when he hung them up, he saw a basin in the corner.

Thinking back, it was indeed Yan Quan's set of clothes that had been drenched in urine. He leaned slightly to pick them up, squeezed some laundry detergent, and rubbed them expressionlessly. After washing them meticulously, shaking the folds of the clothes, Hang to the side.

Then I lay back on the bed, picked up the book on the bedside table, and started reading.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when the sound of firecrackers outside scattered and stopped completely.

Shen Qiucheng closed the book, turned off the lights, and rolled out the quilt to sleep - he didn't care about Yan Quan at all, the sound of firecrackers kept coming and going before, if there was the sound of starting the car, it must have been drowned out.

He estimated that Yan Quan had already left——

I don't know how long I've been asleep, and I don't know what time it is. I was in a daze, and a piece fell into my side, and someone picked him up and kissed him wildly.

Shen Qiucheng struggled to his feet with a "woo hoo", and while half asleep and half awake, he kicked the person with no severity, kicking the person on his back.Well, the world is quiet now...

Turn over and go back to sleep.

Yan Quan was kneeling on the floor clutching his own lifeline, his forehead resting against the edge of the bed, his face full of confusion.

I just want to get some benefits for myself in the middle of the night, why is it always me who gets hurt qaq...

After trembling for a long time, the pain finally eased - he slowly climbed onto the bed, and under the light and hazy moonlight, brushed aside a strand of hair on Shen Qiucheng's forehead, rested his chin, and stared at his soft sleeping face.

Can't get enough of...

Can't get enough of seeing...

it's over... it's over...

can't see enough can't see enough...

I'm done I'm done I'm done...

He kissed her lightly, meticulously and affectionately.

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm hard I'm hard I'm hard...

Yan Quan finally kissed hard, rushed into the bathroom without looking back, closed the door firmly, locked it, leaned on the door, squinted his eyes, and rolled himself up in a daze.

It was as if a fuzzy layer of cellophane was covered in front of his eyes, and reality and fantasy overlapped and overlapped faintly - the bright moon slowly rose, Shen Qiucheng smiled softly, and a sunset flower faded under his feet...

Then behind him rose gorgeous and colorful fireworks—winding, dreamy, ethereal, wonderful, enjoyable...

Then, it all goes away.

Let's play the piano...

bloom...

"Qiu Cheng...Qiu Cheng...Qiu Cheng..." The panting became heavier and faster, and the eyes became more and more confused...

Until, flowers really bloom out of the dust...

Yan Quan slowly sat on the ground with his eyes closed, breathing steadily. After a while, he opened his eyes, lifted them up, and saw his clothes hanging there quietly.

He stood up abruptly, and pressed his cheeks carefully, the clothes were still slightly damp.For the first time, I feel that the light smell of laundry detergent is better than many special brand-name perfumes.

Lovingly kissed the hem of his clothes, grabbed the shower head and showered his lower body, wiped it dry, and turned off the light in the bathroom.

When Yan Quan walked out of the bathroom, Shen Qiucheng turned over.

Yan Quan lifted a corner of the quilt and sneaked in lightly.

He was still wearing the white shirt, the black trousers had already been taken off to the bathroom, wrapped his long legs around Shen Qiucheng's, put his arms around Shen Qiucheng's waist, and fell asleep against his warm neck.

Shen Qiucheng opened his eyes in the darkness.

He has been sober since Yan Quan kissed him for the second time.

He naturally heard Yan Quan calling his name in the bathroom to comfort himself.

It's hard to put into words what this feels like...

Very different, very strange - everything seems to be running away from the original track...

In the early morning of the first day of junior high school, when the sun was just rising, Shen Xianxia's family came early.

Originally, Shen Xianxia thought it was inappropriate for Shen Qiucheng to be left alone at home for the New Year's Eve, but there was no way, Pan Tuo's parents were out of town, they were old, and they only had one son, Pan Tuo - and Pan Tuo had just happened not long ago. In the case of Duoduo being kidnapped, the old couple had to celebrate New Year's Eve with their granddaughter no matter what.

The family had no choice but to come to reunite with Shen Qiucheng a little earlier on the first day of the new year.

When the car drove to the side of the yard, Pan Tuo and Shen Xianxia looked at each other with the Hummer in sight.

It seemed to be a familiar car, but I couldn't remember whose it was.

The two of them took Pan Duoduo out of the car with large and small bags of gifts. The remains of the fireworks were scattered in and out of the yard, which made them even more puzzled.

Would Qiu Cheng have such a good mood and set off fireworks by himself? ...

It's too nonsense...

Shen Xianxia took out the spare key to open the door.

Pan Duoduo bounced upstairs with the gift he had chosen for Shen Qiucheng.

Shen Xianxia was not far behind, complaining in a low voice, "You are a little naughty, your uncle is still awake."

Pan Duoduo happily pushed open the bedroom door, tilted his head and blinked.

Shen Xianxia followed, and when she looked inside, her face turned pale with fright.

What's the situation?

It's Chinese New Year, why did these two get rolled into the same bed?

She heard Shen Qiucheng's hoarse voice, with obvious sleepiness, and said very softly: "Your sleeping position is too domineering, it makes my arms, body and legs feel numb..."

Yan Quan just hummed.

"Hey, don't pillow my arm, you fucking go find your own pillow..."

Yan Quan continued to moan, and muttered angrily: "Who, it's so early in the morning, is it annoying..."

This was obviously referring to the uninvited guests Shen Xianxia and Pan Duoduo.

Yan Quan rubbed against Shen Qiucheng's arms, pulled up the corners of the quilt on his shoulders, buried himself in the quilt, and the quilt also covered Shen Qiucheng's mouth and nose.

Shen Qiucheng narrowed his eyes a tiny slit, pulled the quilt down again, and muttered, "Don't fucking suffocate..."

Yan Quan snorted again, "Quick, sleep..."

Shen Qiucheng replied in a daze, "Mmm..."

……

Shen Xianxia was completely petrified, and the mechanical movement was extremely stiff to help them close the door.

Then she took Pan Duoduo, and she walked downstairs step by step as if struck by lightning.