New year greeting

It was nearly eight o'clock when Feng Deng got off the car, the sky was getting dark, the drizzle was drizzling, the wind suddenly came, and a heavy rain was coming.

Feng Deng stood in front of the deli opposite the gate of the community with his wet hair, and called Song Xinyuan: "I'll be home soon, have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I'm waiting for you." Song Xinyuan yawned, as if he had just woken up.

“嗯，想吃什么？今天来不及做饭，我买菜回去【?小;说.日:更;群"：:8:５.3:4:3!６:2.5:5.】。”

"Don't buy it! I'm going to..." Song Xinyuan hesitated to speak, "Anyway, don't buy vegetables."

"What have you prepared?" Feng Deng asked.

"Don't ask, come back quickly. Ah, it's thundering!" Song Xinyuan said, "Have you brought an umbrella, shall I go out to pick you up?"

Song Xinyuan's tone was very anxious, and there was no reason to reject him.Feng Deng walked under the eaves, looked at the dirty ground, and responded, "No, the shower will stop after a while."

A flash of lightning passed across the sky, and the rain poured down, and the loud and clear sound of the rain drowned out Feng Deng's voice.Song Xinyuan didn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice and asked, "What did you say? Where is the umbrella?" He rummaged through things while waiting for Feng Deng's answer.

Feng Deng was quiet, and changed his words: "It's in the locker on the balcony on the first floor. Don't panic, walk slowly."

"I found it!" Song Xinyuan held up an umbrella and ran out, "You first hide from the rain, wait for me to pick you up, wait for me."

"Okay." Feng Deng didn't hang up the phone. Hearing Song Xinyuan's movements, his heart seemed to be scratched by a cat, and it hurt and itched.

Five minutes later, Song Xinyuan appeared at the west gate, looked left and right, took out his mobile phone, and found that the screen was on, and asked happily, "I'm here, where are you?"

"Look ahead, I'm near the roast duck restaurant." Feng Deng saw Song Xinyuan's figure, and his palms were slightly warm.

Song Xinyuan slightly raised the umbrella, looked forward, his eyes were full of bright light: "I saw you, it's so close, we are just across the road."

"Yes, the road is very short, be careful of the car." Feng Deng watched Song Xinyuan slow down obediently, and walked towards him step by step. When Song Xinyuan stopped in front of him, he couldn't help breathing, opened his mouth, and kept silent.Song Xinyuan is so stubborn, what exactly does he want?

"I found you, let's go home?" Song Xinyuan broke the silence and signaled Feng Deng to go down the steps.The rain was so heavy that his trousers were splashed with mud.

Feng Deng came to Song Xinyuan's side, put his arm around Song Xinyuan's shoulders, and left the deli under an umbrella.The two supported each other like friends, exchanged a few words occasionally, and crossed the road.The torrential rain, unfamiliar pedestrians, colorful umbrellas, and faces that cannot be seen clearly, like a movie lens, appeared and disappeared from their side.

When they got home, the two were drenched.Song Xinyuan is simply wasting his efforts, what's the point of doing this?

Feng Deng and Song Xinyuan went upstairs to dry their hair, changed their clothes, and squatted in front of Tuantuan to comfort the frightened kitten.

Feng Deng shook Song Xinyuan's hand, and suddenly said, "Don't come to deliver umbrellas next time."

Song Xinyuan felt a little wronged: "I want to be your hero."

Feng Deng froze for a moment, pretending not to hear clearly: "Huh?"

"Did I tell you that you are my hero?" Song Xinyuan glanced at Feng Deng and turned his face away, "I want to be your hero too, so don't look down on me."

Feng Deng had mixed feelings in his heart and didn't answer.At this moment, Tuantuan shook his ears, sniffed around, meowed twice at them, and began to eat cat food.

"Go downstairs to eat." Feng Deng got up and walked out of the room.

Song Xinyuan suddenly remembered something, quickly ran in front of Feng Deng, and rushed into the kitchen.Feng Deng watched Song Xinyuan's back and smiled quietly.He walked to the dining table and saw Song Xinyuan holding a cake in his hand, and the smell of milk he smelled when he entered the door explained it.

"Brother, happy birthday to you!" Song Xinyuan sang a happy birthday song with a smile on his face.

Although Feng Deng had guessed the surprise that Song Xinyuan had prepared for him, his mood was still indescribable.At noon, Lu Shuhan cooked a table of dishes, but he didn't mention his birthday until the end.Both she and he knew what day it was, but they celebrated it with quarrels.

"I know you don't like sweets, so let's make a formality." Song Xinyuan put down the cake and said to himself, "I cooked the food, you can taste it, don't dislike me, I don't have the talent to cook. "

"Thank you, let's cut the cake." Feng Deng felt his throat was dry, so he picked up the juice and drank it down.

"Ah? I'll cut it, you sit first." Song Xinyuan picked up the plastic knife, struggled for a moment, cut a small piece of cake with fruit, put it on a paper plate, and handed it to Feng Deng cautiously.

Feng Deng took a bite of the cake and looked at Song Xinyuan: "Not bad."

"Sweet or not? To be honest, is it greasy or not?" Song Xinyuan asked.

"Try it?" Feng Deng pinched Song Xinyuan's chin, kissed it, and asked after letting go, "Is it sweet?"

Song Xinyuan covered half of his face, and said in a low voice, "Sweet, so sweet."

While the two were eating, the doorbell rang.Song Xinyuan stood up quickly: "I forgot again, my brother and the others are coming, so I will open the door."

The rain stopped outside, the air was clear, and insects could be heard faintly in the corner.Li Mingzhou and Feng Xinghe entered the living room with gifts, and sat down to eat.

Li Mingzhou praised while eating: "Song Xinyuan, your cooking skills are really good, go to our place some other day and show off your skills."

"I don't," Song Xinyuan teased Li Mingzhou on purpose, "Brother, are you tired of the food made by Teacher Feng?"

Feng Xinghe cooperated with Song Xinyuan and gave Li Mingzhou a sidelong glance.Li Mingzhou choked inadvertently, coughed a few times, and drank two glasses of water: "Don't talk nonsense, just say it if you don't want to cook for us. I'm just saying something ironic, do you still take it seriously?"

"Delicious." Feng Deng suddenly raised his head and said.

Song Xinyuan's heart beat faster in an instant, he looked away, and urged Li Mingzhou: "Eat quickly, and leave after eating."

Li Mingzhou: "Tsk, we're not leaving today."

As a result, the torrential rain hit again, trapping Li Mingzhou and Feng Xinghe here.Li Mingzhou stayed overnight as he wished, making Song Xinyuan's teeth itch with anger.

Feng Xinghe helped Feng Deng tidy up the guest room, Feng Xinghe made the bed, hesitantly said: "Mingzhou wants to talk to you, if you don't want to talk to him, just ignore him."

"It's okay, when?"

"Wait for Yuan Yuan to fall asleep, so as not to be heard by him."

At 11:30, Feng Deng opened his eyes under Song Xinyuan's gentle breathing, got out of bed gently, opened the door and walked to the study.In the room, Li Mingzhou turned around and asked, "Song Xinyuan fell asleep?"

Feng Deng closed the door: "Yes."

"Long story short," Li Mingzhou said bluntly, "Are you Uncle Cheng's son?"

"Yes."

Li Mingzhou's expression was complicated: "When I was in junior high school, I met Uncle Cheng several times at my uncle's house. One day he disappeared, and I only found out later that he passed away."

Feng Deng didn't say a word.

Li Mingzhou then asked: "Tell me honestly, do you really like Song Xinyuan?"

"Many people have asked me this question, do you all think it is necessary for me to explain?"

"If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, why don't you explain it clearly, who do you want to fool?"

"I didn't mean to fool him."

"I know, my uncle ruined your family, he deserved it... But my brother is innocent, if you like Song Xinyuan, treat him well, if you don't like him, let him go. Don't bother him anymore, you haven't Is revenge enough?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Deng didn't ask this sentence. The door of the study room opened a crack at some point. Song Xinyuan grabbed the doorknob, staggered a step, and asked in disbelief, "What are you talking about?"