Fake is true

After arguing with Zhou Shuyue, for the first time in history, Yan Fangsheng did not receive a single word from the other party for two consecutive months. She seemed to have been slandered by the words, and she seemed to have completely cut off the idea of ​​intimidating Yan Fangsheng to make changes.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the end of the animal husbandry cycle, Yan Fangsheng received a call from his grandma.

At that time, he was copying pens to revise Mu Zhou's landscape paintings. After several years of not using pens, he was already rusty, but the hand feeling had not completely disappeared, and he could draw on the spot when he picked up a pen.

Yan Fangsheng said in advance that he might not be able to correct it well, but Mu Zhou's admiration was greater than anything else, and the filter was so thick that it could beautify Yan Fangsheng's skills into a contemporary Da Vinci, so Yan Fangsheng took the job, and Mu Zhou squatted next to him. staring sideways.

Before the pen in his hand fell down a few times, the phone rang.

Now Yan Fangsheng is more afraid of this old man than Zhou Shuyue.

Although it was a tender attack, it was much more powerful than Zhou Shuyue's roaring.

Yan Fangsheng put down the pen, and Mu Zhou wisely stood up and walked a little further, squatting on one side to rinse the brush.

"Grandma." Yan Fang called first.

Hearing the address and Yan Fang's soft tone, Mu Zhou looked sideways curiously.

The brush in his hand was slowly turning in the bucket, and the master didn't have any intention of washing it seriously.

"No, it's just that I've been too busy recently." Yan Fangsheng rarely used a persuasive tone.

What was said at the other end, Yan Fangsheng waited for the other party to finish speaking and said: "I will be back during the Chinese New Year."

Yan Fangsheng was caught off guard and looked at Mu Zhou, and Mu Zhou's peeping appearance was caught.

Mu Zhou touched his nose and looked up at the curtain facing him.

"Okay, I'll come."

"Well, you pay attention to your body."

"Bye-Bye."

After two or three minutes, the short chat ended, Yan Fangsheng put the phone on the easel, and picked up the charcoal again.

Seeing this, Mu Zhou ignored the brushes in the bucket, stood up and walked to Yan Fangsheng's side.

"What are your plans for the New Year?" Yan Fangsheng followed Mu Zhou's lines, accentuating the tone of the shadows for him.

"I don't have any plans for the time being." After Mu Zhou finished speaking, he quickly remembered what Yan Fangsheng had just called. He mentioned that he was going back to celebrate the New Year. Thinking that he said that he had no plans might embarrass Yan Fangsheng, he quickly said, "I might go home Once, I haven’t been back for a long time.”

Yan Fangsheng picked up the eraser and wiped it along the outline, then said calmly, "Did you decide to celebrate the New Year alone?"

"Maybe." Mu Zhou rubbed his neck, "Anyway, it doesn't matter where you celebrate the new year."

From a selfish point of view, Mu Zhou definitely wanted to live with Yan Fangsheng, but Yan Fangsheng was different from him, Yan Fangsheng had so many family members, and he couldn't be alone with him.

There are already enough opportunities to get along with each other on weekdays, and Mu Zhou is embarrassed to continue to expect the company on this special day.

"I have to go back on New Year's Eve. If you don't want to be alone that day, you can come with me."

After Yan Fangsheng finished speaking, Mu Zhou immediately had a desire to agree, but the car stopped before the words rushed out.

Yan Fangsheng thought about him, and he also had to think about Yan Fangsheng.

How strange it is to bring a stranger home for the New Year.

What's more, Mu Zhou is also afraid of being in a family atmosphere with many people.

"Thank you brother, but forget it, it's just one day, it's the same everywhere." Mu Zhou tried his best to express his indifference with a relaxed and cheerful voice. The low stool he was sitting on was slightly lower than Yan Fangsheng's chair, and Yan Fangsheng couldn't see it. his expression.

It seems to be like this all the time, Mu Zhou is used to hiding with his head down.

Yan Fangsheng withdrew his gaze from the top of his hair, and did not force it, "Okay."

It snowed on the eve of the Chinese New Year, but it was very small, and the snow in the yard had already moistened and melted before it was covered, but this did not prevent Mu Zhou from being excited. Mu Zhou's hat was covered with a thin layer of snow, which turned into water after being blown by the warm wind for a while, and his hair was wet into strands like frizzy hair.

"Brother, why don't you go and have a look! It's getting bigger and bigger." Mu Zhou showed his white teeth and smiled very relaxedly.

"You can watch it here too."

The sunshade cloth is rolled up, and the falling snow can be seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"You didn't touch it, it doesn't count."

As he said that, Mu Zhou suddenly ran out again, and when he came back after a while, his body was covered with snow again.

He leaned in front of Yan Fangsheng and lowered his head, "Is it snowing?"

The stars fell on the hair, clothes, and the black down of the hat, and the swirls on the top of Mu Zhou's head were clearly displayed in front of Yan Fangsheng's eyes.

Clearly there was snow on his shoulders and on his coat and hat, but Yan Fangsheng stretched out his hand to caress Mu Zhou's hair, brushing the fluffy hair color with his fingertips, taking away the sporadic white spots.

Mu Zhou felt the force on the top of his head, he raised his eyes and stared at Yan Fangsheng in a daze.

"I got it." Yan Fangsheng twitched his fingers, and the thin snow silk melted in the warmth between them.