The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

When making the Iceland travel plan.

Yi Sheng had planned it long ago.

All the documents required for marriage registration are carried on the body, and they are all available.

When the Christmas holiday passed, they went to the local Civil Affairs Bureau in Iceland to submit materials.

A few days later, I received a marriage certificate.

Then keep it in a safe place.

Yi Sheng did not plan to hold the wedding in Iceland hastily, and planned to discuss the time after returning home.

And the rest of the time in Iceland seems to be a honeymoon trip.

When traveling around the island, they took a lot of photos of each other as souvenirs.

In a blink of an eye, it is almost the time of the Spring Festival.

Two weeks before the Spring Festival, Shen Heqiu and Yi Sheng flew back from Iceland to prepare for the New Year.

Because of their respective family reasons, they didn't need to go back to their hometown for the New Year, so they just stayed at home and celebrated the New Year together.

But relatives who have passed away still need to worship.

On New Year's Eve, Shen Heqiu followed Yi Cheng back to Yi's old house to pay homage to Yi Cheng's mother, He Yishi.

This time he didn't come empty-handed, he was a little nervous, and at Yi Sheng's suggestion, he brought a handful of the most colorful perfume lilies.

"She used to like this flower."

When picking flowers, Yi Sheng said with some nostalgia.

When He Yishi was still alive, she took care of the back garden of Yi's old house.

She has always liked to arrange flowers and plants, so what flowers to plant in the back garden and who to invite are all her decisions.

Because she likes perfume lilies, He Yishi once planted a small piece in the back garden of the old house.

Later, I found out that the young Xiao Yisheng didn't seem to be able to stand the scent of perfume lilies, so he simply stopped planting them, and transplanted all the perfume lilies in the back garden to other families.

Her children are more important than any flowers.

Shen Heqiu hugged the perfume lily, still a little apprehensive: "Really? Will she like it?"

Yi Sheng rubbed his head, picked out a bouquet of white daisies according to the usual practice: "Yes."

Even if I don't like flowers, I still like you.

Before the Spring Festival, the cold winter in China receded instead, the low temperature gradually picked up, and the warm sun became a frequent visitor.

The sun shone lightly over the cemetery, sweeping away the haze.

The sacrifices I saw when I came last time have been replaced several batches.

This time, there are peach blossom cakes and some other pastries.

They are all very delicate styles, and they look delicious.

Yi Sheng looked down at the box of peach blossom cakes, and smiled faintly: "It's her favorite."

Maybe someone from the He family came here.

It's easy to guess who came.

During her lifetime, He Yishi's relationship with the He family was very ordinary, she only had some friendship with the eldest son of the He family, her elder brother.

Every year during the festival, the other party would come to the tomb to put some offerings.

But only there.

Shen Heqiu held the handful of perfume lilies in one hand, and squeezed Yi Sheng comfortingly with his free hand.

They stood together in front of the tombstone, bent down and bowed, and placed white daisies and perfume lilies in front of the tomb.

"I came to see you." Yi Sheng whispered.

On the tombstone, the woman's gentle smile remains.

"I mentioned someone you like before."

"Now we're together."

Yi Sheng narrated in a low voice, with a slight smile on his face.

"You will be delighted."

Shen Heqiu pursed his lips, lowered his head subconsciously, and stroked the diamond ring on his ring finger.

Both of their names are engraved on the inside of the ring.

He raised his head without making a sound.

I just thought silently in my heart: I will treat Mr. Yi well, please don't worry.

He thought about it for a while, but finally changed his mind and opened his lips silently, "...Mom."

After Shen Heqiu secretly finished reading, his face blushed slightly.

After Yi Sheng finished sweeping the tomb, he turned his head and noticed that the child was blushing. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is Jiujiu thinking, why is his face so red?"

It was impossible for Shen Heqiu to answer him, they just pursed their lips and remained silent.

It made Yi Cheng couldn't help pinching the tips of his ears, which were flushed along with his face.

After sweeping the tomb, the two of them almost had to go back.

After all, today is New Year's Eve, and they still want to cook New Year's Eve dinner together tonight.

After turning around and walking a certain distance, Shen Heqiu looked back.

The breeze blew, and the bouquet in front of the tombstone swayed gently.

Like saying goodbye to them.

……goodbye.

"What do you want to eat when you go back?"

"Fried meatballs! And fried vegetables..."

"They're all fried? They'll catch fire."

"Then...you can also pick up green vegetables!"

Before preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, you have to post Spring Festival couplets.

Shen Heqiu moved the stools, took red couplets and golden blessing characters, and pasted them outside the gate of the villa.

In the past, he himself had posted many times during Chinese New Year, so he was fairly proficient.

He first posted the couplets, but in the end he was troubled by the word "Fu".

Because the door of the villa opens from the middle to both sides, if it is attached to the central axis, the "Fu" will probably have to be torn from the middle when the door is opened.

If you want to stick it, you may have to stick it sideways, and you can't stick it directly in the middle.

Shen and Qiu struggled for a while, and chose to ask Yi Sheng who was busy in the kitchen with the word "Fu".

"Where to put it?" Yi Sheng thought for a while, "Let's put it on the left side."

They usually open the half door on the right when they come in and out.

Finally, the word "Fu" was pasted on the left half of the door.

The New Year's Eve dinner for two can be whatever you want, and you can cook what you want.

Yi Cheng has already prepared the fried vegetable fruit and vegetable balls that Shen and Qiu mentioned, and the only thing left is to fry them in the pan.

Yi Sheng prepared everything in the kitchen, turned on the oil pan, and started frying vegetable balls.

Shen Heqiu likes this very much. The flour and vegetables are wrapped together, the seasoning is enough, and after frying until puffed up, they are taken out of the oil pan, and the aroma is overflowing.

Yi Sheng fried it a bit first, then scooped it up for the children to taste.

"It's a bit hot, blow it before eating." Yi Sheng picked up one with chopsticks and handed it to Shen Heqiu.

Shen Heqiu puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard a few times, feeling that it should be cool, so he bit into his mouth.

It is crispy and crispy after one bite, and the hot vegetable fragrance explodes in your mouth.

Just

"It's hot."

While biting, Shen Heqiu exhaled.

He has a bit of a cat's tongue, afraid of eating hot food.

Although the crispy skin on the outside was blown to cool just now, the inside of the meatball is still hot.

Upon hearing this, Yi Sheng stretched out his hand: "Is it very hot? If it's too hot, don't swallow it, spit it out."

Otherwise, it will be bad to burn your throat.

Shen Heqiu shook his head, exhaled a few more breaths, chewed the balls and swallowed them.

"good to eat."

Yi Sheng was amused by his gluttonous appearance of swallowing delicious food even if he was burned: "Greedy ghost."

The croquettes and fried vegetables are fried quickly, and they are picked up and put on a plate.

Shen Heqiu helped wash the vegetables, and helped to get tofu, fish balls, and noodles from the refrigerator.

They plan to cook hot pot at home for the New Year's Eve dinner, and they have already stocked up a lot of hot pot ingredients in the refrigerator.

The TV was turned on, playing a lively party.

The hot pot is steaming hot.

Shen Heqiu sat on the sofa, shaking their feet slowly, a little lost in thought.

Last year, he spent the New Year alone.

He was the only one in the bachelor's apartment, even though the TV was on and the Spring Festival Gala was on, the desolation still lingered around him.

No one is celebrating the new year with him.

Shen Heqiu lowered their heads slightly, took a sip of the soup, and then looked at Yi Sheng who was pouring fish balls into the hot pot.

The man held the chopsticks, and the ring on the ring finger refracted the light for a moment under the light, and reflected it through the steam, as if trying to dazzle people's eyes.

Then, he saw the man raised his head, in the hazy steam, the sharp and cold features were softened a bit, the smile in his eyes was as warm as the hot soup poured into his stomach.

He heard Yi Sheng ask him with a smile: "Aside from fish balls, what else would Jiujiu want to cook?"

"Tofu."

he heard himself say.

After the singing and dancing were finished on the TV, the sketches began, and the laughter of the audience added to the excitement.

But at this moment, Shen Heqiu felt that even with the TV turned off, the house was still very lively.

He is no longer alone across the New Year.

Someone accompanied him, took his hand, and walked over together.

This feeling is like something hanging in mid-air, suddenly falling firmly to the ground, falling to the ground.

Very reassuring.

The hot pot was delicious, and Shen and Qiu couldn't help but feel full.

After eating, he collapsed on the sofa to rest, not wanting to move at all, and touched his swollen belly.

Sitting next to him, Yi Sheng also stretched out his hand to help him rub it to help digestion: "Jiujiu, why are you so full?"

Shen Heqiu grabbed Yi Sheng's outstretched arm, groaning, "It's all because your cooking is so delicious."

Yi Cheng laughed at him: "You little glutton, you know how to throw the pot away."

He took out a red envelope from his pocket and put it in Shen Heqiu's hands: "New Year's money for children."

Shen Heqiu grabbed the red envelope and sat up quickly: "I'm not a kid anymore."

How dare you continue to take red envelopes.

Yi Cheng leaned over, touched his forehead, and kissed him: "Who said you are not?"

"You will always be my little friend."

Shen Heqiu wanted to say something more, but just as he was about to speak, the man pressed down again and kissed him.

In the end, the kid who was coaxed into a daze by the kiss was still fooled into putting away the red envelope.

Rested for a while after the meal.

Yi Sheng led Shen and Qiu to set off fireworks.

In the city, too large lift-off fireworks are too conspicuous and disturbing to the people. Generally, it is forbidden to set off by individuals, and they are set off by large-scale activities, so they only bought small hand-held fireworks.

Every year after Shen Heqiu started to remember things, he seemed to be at home, watching the fireworks in the night sky outside the window by himself.

Never been a part of it.

He held the firework stick novelty and watched Yi Sheng light it for him with a lighter.

The moment the firework stick was lit, large fireworks suddenly bloomed in the night sky.

Shen Heqiu raised his head, and the fireworks rising behind the man were reflected in the clear amber pupils.

With his back facing the splendid fireworks, Yi Sheng's handsome outline was clearly outlined in the alternation of light and shadow.

Shen Heqiu caught a glimpse of the gentle smile in Yi Sheng's eyes through the bright flame ignited by the fireworks stick in his hand.

He was watched tenderly, and the man's drooping and restrained eyebrows were the most sensational sight, making his fingertips trembling while holding the fireworks stick.

"Does it look good?" Shen Heqiu heard Yi Sheng ask.

He knew that he must be blushing, so he muttered for a long time, so ashamed that even his snow-white and soft neck turned pink, and he couldn't answer.

Yi Sheng chuckled and added, "Are the fireworks beautiful?"

Shen Heqiu breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and replied in a low voice: "It looks good."

"like or not?"

"like."

The fireworks in the night sky stopped, and there was still a trace of a middle spark in the dark night.

In the silence of this moment, Shen and Qiu heard Yi Sheng continue to ask: "Then what about me?"

He raised his eyes and met those dark eyes.

Maybe they got new fireworks, and a new round of fireworks rose from the ground with the sound, and exploded in the air one after another.

The eardrums were shaken loudly.

Shen Heqiu opened their mouths, and amidst the sound of fireworks exploding, they answered softly: "—I like Mr. Yi the most."

Firework sticks burn out.

Released by Yubai's fingers, it fell to the ground.

They exchanged a kiss in the midst of fireworks.

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