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"Why are your hands so dishonest?" After he touched that hand, Yan Sheng glanced down.

He Zhonghe felt that he might be a little excited for the New Year, so he touched his waist again: "Suddenly I wanted to be dishonest."

"Don't play with fire, the consequences will be serious." Yan Sheng warned him.

He Zhonghe suddenly remembered something: "I recorded the whole process of Lianmai that day."

"Send it here, I will appreciate it myself." Yan Sheng said.

"... shameless." He Zhonghe was speechless.

Yan Sheng smiled: "Really?"

Although sometimes it may be really not that shameless at all, but it is actually quite embarrassing if you are really left behind.

"No." He Zhonghe said, "At that time, I was dumbfounded by hearing it directly, and I couldn't even find the hang up button."

Yan Sheng squatted and whistled to lead the cat outside the door, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "Do you feel the response?"

"Huh?" He Zhonghe was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask such a question, "No... I didn't feel the shock."

"Sometimes I'm a little out of control when I'm floating." Yan Sheng said, "If you feel uncomfortable or something, just tell me and I'll control it."

"Really not." He Zhonghe pinched his fingertips, and the innocent male high school student opened up and said that he was a little embarrassed, "I would be embarrassed...but I didn't feel much, and besides, we didn't feel much better."

He leaned closer to Yansheng, and said in a low voice: "Just... you don't have to control it, I'm quite... like to kiss and hug and listen to something, although it's a bit too exciting."

Yansheng stood up and looked at him.

"But don't let go too much!" He Zhonghe was stared at with hairs.

"Understood." Yan Sheng smiled.

In fact, when He Zhonghe cuddled and kissed him until he reacted in a nonchalant way, he would often have a little bold idea flashing in his mind.

Do you want to go further?

Is something going to happen?

Can you try the one in the film?

But these thoughts just flashed in his mind and then disappeared. Yan Sheng didn't make any further moves, so he was embarrassed and thin-skinned.

When the cat arrived at He Zhonghe's house, he was still resistant to the unfamiliar environment, so he jumped up to the top of the refrigerator and squatted, with the small lantern hanging from the ceiling hanging down on his head.

Flying Dog's attention was shifted from eating to it in an instant, and he jumped up after a few times, so frightened that he meowed sadly.

"Come down." He Zhonghe walked over and pointed at Feigou and reprimanded him sharply.

Flying Dog didn't listen, and circled around the shivering Hu Hu a few times, and then started to lick him like a fool.

The kind that prprpr has a lot of movement, licking very vigorously.

"Did you see it?" He Zhonghe said to Yan Sheng speechlessly, "This is dog licking."

However, after being licked by it a few times, Huhu's back slowly collapsed and no longer arched, his frightened expression became timid, and finally hit Feigou with his front paw in a bit of disgust.

In the kitchen, everything that needs to be stewed and stewed is almost ready to boil. As soon as the kitchen door is opened, the house is filled with fragrance.

Stir-frying, stir-frying, frying and so on were all simple. He Zhonghe and Du Lanzhen fought with no use, and they were all out of the pot and put on the plate in a while.

After sitting down, He Zhonghe turned up the volume of the TV.

When he came in after taking the cat just now, he caught a glimpse of an extra photo on the cabinet next to the entrance.

It is the portrait of Dad that is placed at home every Chinese New Year.

His mother was happy looking at it, and instructed him to hug the juice bought from the supermarket yesterday, and the three of them poured it out and took pictures to send to Moments.

"Yansheng is really amazing." The New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous, full of color and fragrance, and Du Lanzhen was full of praise, "Who would believe that such a big table was made by a child."

He Zhonghe quietly removed the bowl of charred sauce he had fried to avoid being seen in the mirror.

Yansheng raised his glass and smiled: "Auntie, happy Chinese New Year, be healthy and everything goes well."

Du Lanzhen also toasted, and the three of them kowtowed: "The two little ones are healthy and happy."

The singing and dancing at the beginning of the Spring Festival Gala is nothing to watch, just sit in front of the TV and the atmosphere is up. The sound of whipping outside is a little looser. At this point, we are eating the New Year's Eve dinner.

"Who is this?" He Zhonghe felt that he could not keep up with the trend of the Spring Festival Gala. "I didn't even watch the program list this year. I just watched some people screaming or complaining every day in the circle of friends. I don't know what to discuss. .”

"You're so stupid." Du Lanzhen tilted her head to look at the TV, "I even recognize a few little fresh meats."

"You are the trendiest." Just now I was hungry and ate a little fast. After eating, He Zhonghe slowly peeled the oysters, "I know Teacher Cai and Teacher Pan..."

Yan Sheng agreed: "Every Spring Festival Gala, I find a few sketches from Weibo, and I don't think much about others."

"Is Weibo open?" He Zhonghe glanced at him.

"Just posted." Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe struggled to poke the phone with his little finger, which was not stained with oyster juice.

Before I had time to check the latest update, I was taken aback by the little red dot of 999+ at the bottom.

There are so many @that column especially, he clicks in.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa[-] ! ! /

I can't read it, but I'm blown away/

Brother bird and crane happy Chinese New Year! /

Three pictures are open, although there are more than before, but I still make the sound of Modo Modo/

God, @新鹤中鹤品高鹤片 What kind of eyelash essence is this?/

Brother He is beautiful and open, so you can make arrangements for Niao Niao anytime/

He Zhonghe clicked on the Weibo they forwarded.

It was posted by Yansheng just now. There are four pictures, one of the New Year’s Eve dinner, one of the dazzlingly red living room, one of He Zhonghe’s face concentrating on peeling razor clams from Yansheng’s perspective, and one of He Zhonghe standing next to the refrigerator with his head up and training the flying dog. Face.

There is no word matching, just a small emoji of blessing.

"You have a lot of sneak shots on your phone, right?" He Zhonghe also clicked to repost, and the content of reposting the comment was also a blessing expression of Gao Leng.

"It's okay." Yan Sheng said.

"What did you post?" My mother didn't play Weibo, but she still wanted to catch up with the trend of young people, so she leaned over.

He Zhonghe quickly closed the Weibo interface.

Then, very embarrassingly, the desktop wallpaper was spread out in front of my mother.

Fuck!

He Zhonghe was so frightened that his hands trembled and was scratched by the oyster shell. He didn't care to see if there was any bleeding, so he quickly turned off the screen and put the phone aside, his heart almost flew out of his throat in the peaceful Spring Festival Gala BGM.

"What are you doing?" Du Lanzhen gave him a dissatisfied look, "What are you hiding from your mother?"

"No." He Zhonghe pretended to be calm.

"What kind of picture is used on the desktop? It's weird." Du Lanzhen didn't seem to realize that it was Yansheng.

"Internet pictures are just spoofs. We young people are popular with this." He Zhonghe heaved a sigh of relief, thankfully the screen saver is a serious photo of Yan Sheng, and the desktop is the funny cheeky nose. If you just switch it, it will be over.

Yan Sheng put down his chopsticks, pinched He Zhonghe's fingertips, and pulled towards him.

He Zhonghe looked at him in shock.

"There's some blood." Yan Sheng let go of his hand, "Wash and put on a Band-Aid."

He Zhonghe quickly pulled away his chair and went to the bathroom.

There is a shallow streak on the belly of the index finger, which can hardly be seen after washing, but there is no need to think about peeling seafood.

The three of them were supposed to sit on one side of the table except for the side next to the wall. After he returned from putting on the Band-Aid, Yan Sheng pointed to the chair next to him with his chin: "Sit here."

It can be regarded as a sketch, Yansheng peeled a shrimp while tilting his head to watch the TV, and naturally put it on He Zhonghe's plate.

"Don't worry about him." Du Lanzhen glanced at He Zhonghe, "Who asked him to eat and play with his mobile phone?"

He Zhonghe made two short calls to Du Lanzhen.

When the second shrimp was peeled and brought over, He Zhonghe didn't take the chopsticks: "I can't reach the vinegar here."

Yan Sheng dipped him in vinegar, hesitated in mid-air, and put his hand to his mouth.

He Zhonghe ate it obediently.

Cutting a little bit of the hand is like paralysis.

Du Lanzhen didn't read the skit on the opposite side, but looked at the two children.

She didn't think it was a bit weird, or maybe it wasn't weird, but she had never seen such a big boy peel another shrimp and feed it to his mouth.

The New Year's Eve dinner was almost finished, and when Du Lanzhen went to cook the wrapped dumplings and glutinous rice balls, she couldn't eat them all, so she ate two of them, and went to the tea table to eat melon seeds.

I was too tired from studying in the first two days, and I felt sleepy as soon as I touched the sofa, especially when the show was noisy but not interesting.

The sound of firecrackers outside became more and more intense, high and low from far and near, and some people set them off on the roof of the sixth floor, like a symphony of car and electric car sirens.I can't hear any programs on TV clearly, and it's okay to talk about the programs without shouting. The three of them stopped talking at all and watched TV while eating melon seeds.

He Zhonghe yawned, leaned towards Yansheng calmly, and picked up his phone to browse Moments.

It was past ten o'clock, and he was sleepy, but the circle of friends was very lively.Especially the girls on the list, watching a Spring Festival Gala and posting a screenshot of their impressions can make a fuss.Zhang Nan is usually so quiet and loves to learn, and he even got into a fight with the monitor in the comment area. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and there was a bunch of letters with unknown meanings, like Martian language, which he couldn't understand.

So he turned on Weibo and looked through it. Although many girls left him comments and retweets, he didn't understand much, but he worked very hard to reply dozens of Happy Chinese New Year.

He didn't read those gaudy group posts on WeChat, and exchanged red envelopes with a few acquaintances.

There is a Do Not Disturb in the middle of a row of small red dots, which was sent by Gao Yang. Happy New Year, and then I wish him and Yan Sheng 99.

It is rare for him to send a message to Gao Yang, and to go back and have fun together, thank you.

Picking up a few people, he followed the chat box with red dots and found Shi Yujie at the bottom.

A red envelope, click to open is 0.52.

He Zhonghe returned him a 0.25.

- Are you at Yansheng's house?

Shi Yujie's message came quickly.

- Yansheng is at my house

-. . .What's the matter with you two?Can't you tell me? [Wronged/]

-you guess

- is that what i guessed

- don't know, guess

-Is it right? Is it right? [Crazy/]

He Zhonghe was thinking about whether to recruit directly, and Shi Yujie was shocked. The mother next to him got up and walked to the balcony: "Go and type the paper."

"Oh." He Zhonghe quickly put down his phone, and found a bundle of yellow paper from the pile of firecracker bags he bought the day before yesterday.

My mother went to the balcony and closed the door, and He Zhonghe smashed the paper with a mallet while glancing at her back from the balcony door.

The custom here is that the yellow paper used for burning paper must be scratched by the younger generation with a mallet.

"The one on the cabinet is my dad." The firecrackers outside stopped for a while, and He Zhonghe whispered to Yansheng.

The man in the portrait is very young, about 26 or 90 years old, with good facial features, the hairstyle of a traitor head popular in the [-]s, and wearing thin-rimmed glasses.

"Have you seen him?" Yan Sheng also asked in a low voice.

He Zhonghe shook his head: "If I hadn't seen the household registration book or something, I wouldn't even know his name, and my mother never mentioned him."

After wrapping up the paper and sending it to his mother, He Zhonghe closed the balcony door lightly: "It will probably take an hour, let's take a nap for a while."

"I can't keep my eyes open." Yan Sheng said, "I want to go down and have a look."

"Let's go." He Zhonghe went to get dressed.

It was very cold downstairs, and the weather forecast said there would be snow at night, so the sky was overcast right now.The whips were everywhere, and there were red crumbs all over the place, and they exploded if they couldn't get it anywhere, and the crackling made people's ears ring.

Many people went back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year, but almost all the buildings in the community were still lit up, and they could hear the chatter and laughter and the sound of cups, plates and dishes colliding wherever they walked downstairs.

The cold wind is howling outside, and every household is warm.

Although the current atmosphere is very peaceful and He Zhonghe is in a very happy mood, he feels that now is a good time to squat downstairs, watch the wind whirl around a small pile of firecracker crumbs, and smoke a cigarette.

Now I feel relaxed when I have nothing to do and go downstairs to take a walk to get some air, but what if I have nowhere to go outside on such a family reunion night?

It's hard to imagine how Yansheng used to celebrate the New Year.

For the first time, He Zhonghe had the thought of "fortunately, he met Yan Sheng".

What a miraculous thing it is for people to meet and walk into each other's lives, and they just pass by if they are not careful.

He Zhonghe squeezed Yansheng's hand, and he held it back.

"Will you be uneasy?" He Zhonghe looked at his profile under the warm yellow light.

"No." Yan Sheng walked slowly, "Why are you uneasy?"

"That's right, you were supposed to be at your own home with your parents." He Zhonghe said.

"It's not home to me anymore." Yan Sheng smiled, "Home is not where my parents are or where I used to live."

"Yeah." He Zhonghe touched the tip of his numb nose, "I want to say, if you're uneasy..."

He groaned for a long time: "Don't... feel uneasy."

"What do you mean?" Yan Sheng smiled.

"It's just..." He Zhonghe looked at the crumbs of firecrackers and the scorched wrapping paper under his feet, "I don't know if it's right to say that, but that's how I felt at home just now, just..."

He paused, looked up at Yansheng: "You can be not just my boyfriend, but also a classmate, deskmate, neighbor or other identities..."

Yan Sheng also looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"It can also be my family." He Zhonghe said.