After the collapse of the character design, I was gay at the same table

It was already late when Han Yi sent the message, around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Xiao Chi raised his mobile phone to light up and came out to fetch water.

The master bedroom next door is his grandparents, who dare not turn on the light to disturb the sleep of the two old people.

As soon as I received this inexplicable text message, I felt a lot more energetic.

He stared at this short piece of news with the help of the dim light in the kitchen, as if he wanted to stare at these four words.

Who is this "she"?

What did Han Yi mean when he sent this sentence to himself?Does he have a girl he likes?

The fingertips rubbed repeatedly on the screen, and the courage to grow vigorously accumulated that night was burned away by Han Yi's few words.

Xiao Chi felt as uncomfortable as a saw-mouthed gourd, there were ten thousand caterpillars crawling in his heart, he was afraid that this inexplicable discomfort would rush out uncontrollably as soon as he opened his mouth.

He struggled and struggled, typed and deleted the words in the dialog box, but finally didn't ask.

Simply replied with a question mark to the other party, took the water and came back to lie on the bed, it would be even more difficult to fall asleep.

He casually clicked into Moments, and Zhong Bailin had an update.

——Truth or Dare, if you want to know who Han Yi likes, double-click 666!Exclusive news, broke the news for you.

I don't know if it was because he woke up and realized that he had done something stupid, Han Yi replied the message slowly - sorry, I sent the wrong message!

Xiao Chi's heart sank, and the outline of the whole incident took shape in his mind.

Han Yi and Zhong Bailin played truth or dare together. After losing, he chose truth or truth. The question of truth is who he likes. Han Yi was embarrassed to speak so he chose to send a message. As a result, a certain message was wrongly sent to own...

He sat by the bed in a daze for a while, and it took nearly 10 minutes before Han Yi received a reply from the other party.

[Xiao Chi]: It's okay.

The four-sentence dialogue between two people is weird without beginning and end, how strange it is.

Not long ago, Han Yi was driven by Tang Yuxin for ten laps, jumped off the motorcycle and vomited on the side of the road.

Zhong Bailin patted him on the back: "Okay, I spit out the wine too, rounding it up means you didn't drink it, and this will definitely not affect your surgical wound."

While retching, Han Yi pointed his middle finger at the two of them, and the wound on his abdomen felt a dull pain.

"You're so fucking ruthless."

Half of the nausea in Han Yi's stomach was blown away by the strong wind halfway up the mountain. After vomiting, he also woke up from the wine, and Bai also expressed himself vigorously, feeling refreshed.

The first time is to take out the phone to see if the other party has replied.

The others were waiting for Han Yi in the car. Tang Yuxin had a strange expression on his face. When Han Yi finished vomiting, he dragged him aside: "Hey, you, is what you said just now true?"

Han Yi knew that the other party might hear the voice he yelled just now, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb, and swiped his phone with his head down.

His eyes widened in disbelief, only then did he realize what the hell he had just posted.

"!"

The text message on the mobile phone does not have the function of withdrawing it, and it is too late to withdraw it now, so he can only swallow his anger and fool the other party that he sent it by mistake.

Seeing the other party's understatement of "it's okay", Han Yi threw the phone to the ground and put it on fire: "Damn."

Mentally disabled mobile phone!

The confession is not halfway, but the middle way collapses, and such a stupid text message can be sent, who is in the mood to care whether others have discovered their secret.

Han Yi's heart was in a mess, and he waved his hands at Tang Yuxin indiscriminately: "Just pretend you didn't hear anything."

The sky is getting brighter, and it is New Year's Eve.

Han Hongda and Hang Qizhen flew all the way back from City B, and Han Yi didn't feel good about staying outside during the Chinese New Year, and went home directly after being punished for the big adventure.

Depressed and collapsed on the sofa in the afternoon, Han Hongda passed by several times and couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but want to educate him, but Hang Qizhen stared back at him.

My son has just had an operation, and besides, he has to hold back anything that is not pleasing to the eye during the Chinese New Year.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when the relatives gathered and started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, the anger was still uncontrollable.

In front of a table of people, Han Hongda's face turned down.

"Listen to your cousin's test scores this time, and look at you. You have been absent-minded throughout the meal. Do you look like a student? You still have to show your master's score if you do so poorly in the test."

Han Yi has long been used to the strangeness: "The eighth from the bottom is not too bad. Didn't I take the bottom one before?"

"You still have the face to say!"

The relative who showed off his grades at the dinner table just now smiled with a smile on his face: "The child is still young, and he can't rush to study. Let's make progress slowly."

Han Hongda snorted coldly: "Why are you so young, you will be eighteen years old..."

The leg under the table was kicked by Hang Qizhen: "Eighteen is also a child, and I have to listen to you lose your temper during the New Year, and let people eat well?"

"Look at other people's children's grades, and then look at your precious son. I feel ashamed."

Han Yi opened the chair and stood up: "I'm done eating, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, eat slowly."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Han Yi took his mobile phone and changed his shoes and went out of the entrance to breathe outside.

Leaving Han Hongda with a livid face: "It's all spoiled by you, he will get off the table before the adults leave the table."

Hang Qizhen stomped on Han Hongda's foot hard, annoyed: "Shut up, don't say a few words to me."

Han Yi first went to the group to send a few red envelopes, and his little brothers suddenly erupted.

【z】: Hey, giving out red envelopes before midnight is worthy of being a wealthy Han.

[Big Ear Tutu]: Rich people/thumbs/thumbs, let’s talk, chat or sleep with me, I’m fine.

[Han Yi]: Get out.

[Han Yi]: It's too boring.

[Big Ear Tutu]: It's too boring.

[The rest of my life is only for Iraq]: It's too boring. The more I grow up, the more I feel that the Chinese New Year is a group of relatives gathering together to compare each other.

【z】: Labor and capital are almost annoyed by these parents. What's so great about playing the piano and the violin?

Zhong Bailin's words triggered unanimous complaints from members of the group.

It turned out that I was not the only one who was troubled by the Chinese New Year. Hearing these buddies vomit a lot of bitterness in the group, Han Yi felt much more comfortable.

Both sides of the streets in the villa area are decorated with lights and festoons, but the roads are clean and there are no people there. A few children playing kicks and kicks were stopped by the security guards.

It's been a really boring year.

Han Yi took a picture of a few children chasing the security guards and throwing cannons and sent it to Xiao Chi, with the words - so boring.

Xiao Chi sent back a photo of a whole family gathered around the table to make dumplings.

The house is not very big, but there are a lot of people. It looks like a better life than in his own house. The dumplings he ate just now were wrapped and frozen by the nanny in advance.

Xiao Chi took a few more photos of the dumplings he made and sent them to Han Yi. His grandmother taught him to pinch them into pleats. They were round and cute.

[Exercise a good temper]: Treat me to dumplings.

Xiao Chi tore off his little cousin who was hanging from his lap and climbed up, and at the same time replied to the message—OK, come to City A and I'll treat you to dinner.

[Exercising a good temper]: How can I get there without an address.

Xiao Chi also thought that Han Yi was joking with him, directly sent a location to the other party, and deliberately provoked - the address was sent to you, whoever doesn't come is the grandson.

After eating the New Year's Eve dinner and halfway through the Spring Festival Gala, he really saw this "hero" downstairs who would never be his grandson.

When Xiao Chi received the call from the other party, he was eating freshly cooked dumplings. After receiving the call from Han Yi, the steaming hot dumpling stuffing with soup made him burst into tears.

He held the blisters on his lips scalded by the gravy, trembling as he spoke: "What?! You said you are downstairs at my house now?"

Lin Shu looked at him: "Who is it?"

"No, no one." Xiao Chi said vaguely, hung up the phone and put down the half-eaten dumpling bowl.

"Grandma, I'm going out to cool off."

"Huh?" Lin Shu called out without stopping the other party, "This kid doesn't even wear a coat."

It was only when Xiao Chi entered the elevator that he realized that he was still wearing slippers.

He couldn't feel the cold at the moment, but the goosebumps gradually stood up on their own, densely packed, and he didn't know whether it was surprise or joy.

Afraid to really see each other, but also afraid to be cheated.

When he saw the other party downstairs, Xiao Chi only belatedly realized his ups and downs of excitement.

It was half an hour before midnight, and Han Yi came to City A so quietly, Xiao Chi stuck in his throat, and waved vigorously at the other party.

The other party looked like he was going to go out, an offwhite flight jacket, and a scarf and gloves.

Standing with his back in his pocket facing the sycamore tree downstairs, he was handsome with long legs, and his movements of kicking pebbles with his head down were casual and handsome.

After seeing Xiao Chi, he walked towards him with big strides, and frowned before speaking.

Han Yi took off his jacket and wrapped him around him. Before the other party could speak, he covered his head and face: "City A is five degrees lower than Lancheng. Can you always respect winter and at least wear a coat before coming down."

Xiao Chi stared at the other party: "Why are you really here, so you don't want to recognize me as a grandfather?"

Han Yi looked at Xiao Chi, who was rarely stunned, and couldn't help laughing: "Then you can treat me as a gourd baby and come to find grandpa."

It takes two hours to get there by train from Lancheng to City A, and Han Yi started at least at nine o'clock, and the calculation time is when the two of them sent the message.

The excitement in Xiao Chi's mind gradually calmed down, and he looked at the other party with suspicion: "Could it be that you ran away from home?"

"No, I told them when I got in the car."

Did you say that you didn't run away from home until you got in the car?

Xiao Chi said speechlessly: "You go back quickly, your parents may save your life when you get home early."

Boss Han Yi was unwilling, he spent several hours coming to City A, and spent less than 10 minutes with Xiao Chi in total.

He said confidently, "What about the dumplings, I want to try your dumplings."

"...then you come with me?"

Han Yi shook his head.

Xiao Chi convinced this "uncle": "You wait, I'll go upstairs and bring it to you."

His clothes were pulled by someone, and Han Yi put his arms around his shoulders and walked towards the square of their community: "Wait a minute, it's almost midnight."

Many boxes of fireworks were placed on the square, and Han Yi took out the Porsche lighter in his pocket and fumbled to light the fuse.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."

It's midnight.

Countless bursts of fireworks sprinkled on the two of them in small pieces, and also illuminated half of the night. The two stars fell in the same direction across the distant Milky Way.

Xiao Chi was fascinated by it, and took Han Yi's hand.

On his shoulders is the wind, and in the wind is the magnificence that Han Yi ignited for him.

They are like two dust clinging to each other in the universe, side by side under the reflection of thousands of lights.

The deafening sound of firecrackers rang out immediately, and Han Yi stretched out his hands to cover Xiao Chi's ears, and his eyebrows were as dazzling as the thousands of evening stars he created himself.

"Happy New Year."

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