Xueba, wake up

He Zhonghe bit off the last hawthorn on his candied haws string, threw the stick into the trash can, clapped his hands and said inarticulately, "Let's go home."

He bypassed the bridge hole, and when he walked out of the overpass on the curb, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Yan Sheng followed behind him, he almost hit the brakes suddenly: "What's wrong?"

He Zhonghe quickly swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth, and pressed Yansheng's arm: "I'm a little face blind, do you think that's your father?"

The warm current that was rippling in Yan Sheng's heart just now froze instantly when he heard the word "your father".

Although he firmly believed that it was impossible to run into Yan Deqiang on New Year's Eve, when he walked out and took a look at the entrance of the hospital, he quickly pulled He Zhonghe back to the back of the bridge foundation.

His first normal New Year's Eve couldn't be spoiled by a fly that flew by out of the blue.

Yan Deqiang came by himself, there was no one around him, and he was walking into the hospital against the wind.His hair was longer and messed up than it was during the Mid-Autumn Festival, his clothes were dirty and there were footprints, he was still slightly limping, and his hands were covering his ribs.

At first glance, I don't know where I did what and was cleaned up.

Yan Sheng watched with a blank face, and suddenly felt refreshed for a moment.

He already had a normal and stable life, and Yan Deqiang was still soaking in the smelly ditch.

"What's the situation?" He Zhonghe asked in a low voice, his voice was a little nervous.

"Someone is going to spend the New Year in the hospital." Yan Sheng watched him enter the emergency department building from the bottom of the bridge, "Go home."

When I got home, Du Lanzhen had just entered the door: "Where did you go? Both noses look like carrot heads."

"It's scary for you to say that, as if one of us has two noses." He Zhonghe sniffed, ran up the mountain and took a walk around the hospital area, and the tip of his nose was really numb Suddenly, I felt an urge to touch the tip of my nose to the ground for warmth.

"Let's get to work." Du Lanzhen put the scarf on the hanger, glanced at his watch, and walked to the kitchen, "It's four o'clock."

After Yan Sheng washed his hands, he followed, and when he passed by He Zhonghe, he pinched the tip of his nose.

"I'm good at kneading noodles." Du Lanzhen picked up a pile of ingredients next to the chopping board, "Try Yansheng's stuffing?"

"Is mutton okay, the kind that has been marinated and doesn't smell bad?" Yan Sheng took a basin and put it next to the sink.

"It's easy to do." Du Lanzhen said.

While Du Lanzhen and Yansheng were making stuffing and making noodles, He Zhonghe opened the kitchen door and came in, walked to his mother and fed her a piece of peeled pecans, and then naturally fed Yansheng together.

When Yan Sheng sucked the nuts away from his palm, the corner of his mouth was pressed into a smile, and his eyebrows were raised almost invisibly.

He Zhonghe found this exciting, so he ran to the kitchen to feed nuts.

When Du Lanzhen heard the kitchen door being opened for the fifth time, she took a little flour from the flour bag and put it on her hand, then raised her hand, turned around and blew into her palm.

He Zhonghe was blown with flour all over his face.

"Let's play around, or just stand here and watch." Du Lanzhen felt that he was here to make trouble, "You should also rest for a while, and you won't be able to eat at night."

"Isn't this condolences to you two?" He Zhonghe leaned against the door, took out his phone and took a picture of Du Lanzhen and Yansheng's backs.It's very interesting to be in the same frame, mother and boyfriend live in harmony and cook New Year's Eve dinner together.

If only we could get the same photo next year.

"Is there anything I can try?" He Zhonghe put the phone back in his pocket and walked over.

"Peel the yam." Yan Sheng pointed to a piece of yam with his chin, "Rub it under the water, then peel it."

He Zhonghe nodded, just as he was about to take the yam, Yansheng blocked it with his arm.

He put down the pot of stuffing in his hand, took the peeler from the knife holder and put it in He Zhonghe's hand: "Use this."

"Understood." He Zhonghe smiled.

Du Lanzhen didn't have much to do except kneading noodles. After waking up the dough, he and He Zhonghe stood next to him and waited for the chef to assign work.

"Auntie, go out and wait." Yan Sheng turned on the range hood, glanced at He Zhonghe, "I haven't eaten the sauce you fried that day, let's have another one, Master He."

"Can you still fry sauce?" Du Lanzhen watched He Zhonghe jolting past in surprise, took two knives from Yansheng's hand and splashed the minced meat everywhere.

"Actually, I want to make shiitake mushroom meat sauce burritos." He Zhonghe said very modestly, "But it won't spread the egg skin, it will become a simple sauce."

"You're so cunning." Du Lanzhen went out with a smile.

After the kitchen door is closed, all you can hear is the clinking of pots and pans, the rumble of the range hood, the sky is getting dark, and the sound of firecrackers outside is getting more and more intense.

He Zhonghe couldn't be honest for a while, and after the sauce was fried, he moved to Yansheng's side and shone a very loud "beep" on his face.

After the kiss, he looked towards the kitchen door in horror.

"Let's hit it." Yan Sheng smiled, "The firecrackers are too loud to be heard."

"How does it feel?" He Zhonghe turned his head, lowered his eyes and rubbed the mushrooms obediently.

"It feels like the face is stuck with a sticky hook."

"Who asked you this." He Zhonghe snorted, "How does it feel to celebrate the New Year here?"

Yan Sheng looked at him and was quiet for a while: "It feels really good."

"Describe it, it's not bad for me." He Zhonghe said.

"I think the sound of firecrackers is loud but not annoying. I think the blessing characters and window grilles pasted on the windows of the opposite building are bright but not vulgar. Everything is very good and warm. Not only looking at you, but also looking at my aunt feels warm in my heart. "Yan Sheng said seriously.

"This is the taste of the New Year." He Zhonghe concluded, "Actually, it doesn't matter where you live or how you live, it mainly depends on who you are with. I also feel very warm when you go with me to the barren mountains and wild mountains."

"The mouth is quite sweet." Yan Sheng scooped a spoonful of yellow stuff from a bowl of various pastes and stuffing, and fed it to He Zhonghe's mouth.

Holding the mentality that the food that his boyfriend puts to his mouth in such a warm and peaceful atmosphere must be more delicious, he tilted his head and ate the spoonful of paste.

"...Yansheng," He Zhonghe asked sincerely and earnestly, "Did you feed me a large spoonful of white sugar?"

"This is chopped almonds." Yan Sheng took a spoonful and tasted it, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Too sweet?"

"What are you doing with this?" He Zhonghe was puzzled while feeling that the crushed almonds were bitterly sweet.

"Pack glutinous rice balls."

"Honey," He Zhonghe looked at him, "Hot knowledge, glutinous rice balls are eaten during the Lantern Festival."

"Hot knowledge," Yan Sheng also said, "Some people eat dumplings and glutinous rice balls on New Year's Eve."

"Whose house?" He Zhonghe smelled the smell of mushrooms on his fingers, touched his face with the back of his hand, and seemed to understand something, "Take your time, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month must be like this, don't need a hand It's all over."

"Yeah." Yan Sheng turned his head, looked down at him for a while, and said softly, "Kiss me."

"Fuck." He Zhonghe shrank his neck back to show his resistance, "The picture will be wonderful when my mother comes in."

Yan Sheng glanced at the kitchen door, before he had time to react, he quickly lowered his head and kissed him on the lips: "Then I'll kiss you."

"Bye!" He Zhonghe was taken aback, jumped away quickly, opened the kitchen door and went out, "The two of us are only warm for three seconds."

In the living room, my mother is stepping on a chair to hang small lanterns and big fluffy three-dimensional blessing characters on the window, the TV is on, Central 1, various behind-the-scenes interviews before the Spring Festival Gala, those interviewed stars He could only recognize a few old sketch actors.

"Why don't you ask me to hang up." He Zhonghe walked over, asked his mother to come down, and hung up the blessing.

"Isn't it because you are busy there?" Du Lanzhen stood back: "Stay to the left."

He Zhonghe adjusted the position of the word "Fu", hung it up, his eyeballs bulged, and pretended to ask his mother casually: "Should I keep the New Year's Eve at night? Yansheng will not be able to go back until very late."

"Look at him, I mean he can stay here for one night if he wants to." Du Lanzhen supported him with a chair, "Going home by myself in the second half of the New Year's Eve, it's so frightening, it's so deserted."

"Mom, you are such a kind fairy." He Zhonghe smacked his lips and squeezed his throat.

"There are two window grilles on both sides of the word "Fu." Du Lanzhen smiled, and pointed to a stack of plastic window grilles on the window sill, "It looks so beautiful to you, don't forget to ask others later... Actually, I didn't expect you to be able to get along with Yan Yan." Sheng played so well."

"Huh?" He Zhonghe thought it was interesting to hear her talk about himself and Yansheng from his mother, and his heart beat a little fast, feeling guilty.

"The personalities are very different. Anyway, at a glance, I don't think they are the same kind of children." Du Lanzhen said, "I thought you liked to play with brats like Shi Yujie."

As a result, Shi Yujie has not enjoyed the honor of spending the night at his house for so many years, and Yan Sheng was very happy to keep him.

"What kind of kid is he?" He Zhonghe held back his mother's analysis, a little wanting to laugh.

"It's quite stable, it has a backbone at first glance, and it can take care of others." Mom blew a series of rainbow farts, and Yan Sheng could be her son directly, "Yan Sheng is the same age as you?"

"Well, half a year older than me." He Zhonghe said.

"Yes, it feels older than you." Mom said, "Just like your little brother..."

"Mom." He Zhonghe hurriedly interrupted her, wanting to laugh so much, "Why is your surfing speed so fast and slow, let's stop my little brother."

"What's wrong." Du Lanzhen commanded him, "The grille on the right side is crooked, move it."

Hu Hu also had a cat at home, and when Yan Sheng cooked and stewed, He Zhonghe went to call him: "Little brother, let's go and fetch Hu Hu."

Yansheng washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing Du Lanzhen decorating the house, his eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

There are two large window grilles on each window, a large hanging type blessing character, and a huge blessing character hanging on the TV wall. A string of small lanterns is glued to the ceiling. A long string stretches from the dining room to the entrance, everywhere in the house. The fresh fiery red instantly crowds out the vision.

...It's really old-fashioned.

"Does the dog bite the cat? If it bites, I'll put it in the bedroom first." Du Lanzhen touched the flying dog who was coveting the nut preserves on the coffee table with her toe.

"If you don't bite, you'll be fine." He Zhonghe followed Yan Sheng out of the door.

Entering Yansheng's house, one can clearly feel the desertedness, the living room is empty with almost no furniture, there is no food on the coffee table, only two usual cups, the whole room is not red at all.

Hu Hu's stress response has slowed down a lot, and he no longer squats on a high place, and can follow Yan Sheng after a while, although he still doesn't let him touch it.

"Little brother, will you sleep in my bed tonight?" He Zhonghe asked when he was leading the cat.

"What kind of alternative name is this?" Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe approached him with a smirk on his face: "Our mother started it."

Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "My mother also wants me to sleep with you tonight?"

"It must be." He Zhonghe lowered his voice and asked provocatively again, "So sleep in my bed tonight?"

"It's okay to remove the 'bed'." Yan Sheng said.

"Why is this little brother a bit of a hooligan?" He Zhonghe gave him a sideways look, and reached out to touch his belly.