Xueba, wake up

When she walked around the neighborhood and returned home, Du Lanzhen had already come out from the balcony with a sad expression on her face.

"Let's let the whip go." He Zhonghe suggested, it was almost twelve o'clock.

A few firecrackers were set off at the door of my garage, and after this wave of New Year's Eve was almost over.

When I got home, I watched the Spring Festival Gala and listened to the sound of firecrackers outside until twelve o’clock. He Zhonghe yawned all over the place. I didn’t feel sleepy at all when I stayed up until twelve o’clock before.

The sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve can ring from noon to the night of New Year's Day, without a break in the early morning.

Yan Sheng and He Zhonghe lay down on the bed after washing up. The two kept a very serious distance, leaning on the head of the bed to play with their mobile phones and waiting for the time when the sound of firecrackers was the most intensive.

The light in the living room outside the door was turned off, and Huhu was not too afraid of being entangled by flying dogs here, and slept in a very harmonious nest with it.

Du Lanzhen was wearing a funny red coral fleece pajamas for the Chinese New Year. When she came over, she heard the two of them chatting softly and not sleeping. She knocked on the door of their bedroom.

"Come in." He Zhonghe said.

Du Lanzhen opened the door and came in, turned off the lights for them, and turned on a small night light, then walked lightly to the bed, and said in a streamy voice, "You two don't get together and chat endlessly, go to bed early."

"I know." He Zhonghe and Yansheng also said in air currents.

Du Lanzhen stretched out her hand under their pillows, took it out again, and then walked out of the bedroom and closed the door: "Good night."

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Yan Sheng wondered why he turned off the light and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

He Zhonghe smiled, turned off the night light, put down his phone and lay down, stretched under the quilt: "Touch the bottom of your pillow."

Yansheng took out a red envelope.

Very thick, unlike ordinary red envelopes, this red envelope is the kind that can be folded or propped up like a box on both sides.

"Isn't it very enjoyable." He Zhonghe smiled and took out his own, "Take it, don't give in to her, this is the first time my mother gave a red envelope to someone other than me."

"It's ten thousand, right?" Yan Sheng squeezed the red envelope.

"I don't have any relatives in my family, and the old ones have all left. Every year during Chinese New Year, I only accept my mother's bag, so the bag is big." He Zhonghe said.

"Then I will follow suit." Yan Sheng smiled.

"Aren't you the only one this year?" He Zhonghe thought for a while, "Oh, we still have that uncle forest guard."

He patted the bed: "Lie down, I'm sleepy, and I'll sleep after talking."

Yan Sheng lay down, and the two returned to lying face to face and close to each other in an instant from the serious distance just now.

"Next year's Chinese New Year will come back from other places." He Zhonghe played with his hands and said in a low voice, "The winter vacation will be cool when the time comes, and I will be paralyzed at home during the winter vacation for more than a month. I don't have to study or do homework. Two happy salted fish."

"Yeah." It was indeed very exciting, Yan Sheng closed his eyes.

"At that time, we will take the high-speed rail and fly together, go to school together and come back together... I checked that day, and the Jianyuan and the Outer School are on the same campus."

"Ah."

"Do you think they can be in the same dormitory building... Don't expect anything else, at least the dormitory building is also on the same campus."

"Ah."

"Don't just say yes." He Zhonghe shook his hand like a beckoning cat, "It's so perfunctory."

"Concentrate on tracing the picture in your mind." Yansheng said.

"I'm looking forward to this time next year." He Zhonghe smiled.

This is the first time he has a sense of anticipation for the future. He feels that he has motivation and direction, and that he can follow along with lights shining ahead.

Very down-to-earth feeling.

"Go to sleep." He Zhonghe yawned, shrank into the quilt, and leaned his forehead against Yansheng's chest.

Yan Sheng turned over, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Huh?" He Zhonghe watched sleepily as he took the coat from the bedside table, then took out a red envelope from his pocket, and stuffed it under He Zhonghe's pillow.

"The third red envelope this year."

"Hey?" He Zhonghe was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly warmed up, how could he still treat people like children.

He reached under the pillow and touched the red envelope, it wasn't thick, but it was hard.

"What is this?" He took out the red envelope and squeezed it.

"Passbook." Yan Sheng leaned on the bed, looked down at him, "Can you use it?"

"I saw my mother use it when I was young, and I would stand in the business hall and line up for two hours every time." The curtains in the bedroom were translucent, and He Zhonghe took advantage of the faint light outside to flip through the dark red passbook in his hand. people use this.

"This is for my summer vacation in the third year of junior high school." Yan Sheng smiled, "I didn't understand it at the time, so I made a passbook in a daze. During the holidays, I made videos and live broadcasts every day, and I drew blueprints in one night to get creative. There is no traffic, and the data is low. If you don’t come, you’ll only earn [-] in three months.”

"It's already very powerful." He Zhonghe touched the lines on the cover of the passbook, "Really, you were much better than your peers back then, and you are still now."

"At that time, I thought it was safe to hold a passbook, but it was really inconvenient later on. I kept this passbook as a souvenir, but I didn't use it anymore." Yan Sheng lay down.

"Why give it to me?" He Zhonghe put the passbook back into the red envelope and pressed it under the pillow.

Yan Sheng thought for a while: "I don't know."

"I don't know what it means." He Zhonghe smiled, and poked his face with his hand.

"I really don't know." Yan Sheng said softly, "This thing doesn't need any reason. If I want to share my secret things with someone, that person is you."

He Zhonghe rubbed the tip of his nose against the side of Gong Yansheng's neck, and the cool tip of his nose slowly became warm: "I have nothing to share, a salted fish that accomplishes nothing."

"After half a year of studying, you got into the top three from the top [-]. You can flop like a salted fish." Yan Sheng leaned towards him, put his arms around him, and lowered his head to kiss him on the lips.

All night, they were active under Du Lanzhen's nose, neither of them dared to make any big moves, they even kept their gazes away from each other, now they can finally be alone, after holding back for a while, they can finally hug each other a kiss.

When Yan Sheng left He Zhonghe's lips, He Zhonghe stretched out his head and pecked at the corner of his lips again, breathing lightly on Yan Sheng's face.

It's so hot, it makes people itch.

Yan Sheng kissed his chin, and then slowly pressed it up.

It was originally a light peck, a very clear kiss with little water, but small sparks were sparked after repeated back and forth.

The sparks were so bright and hot that the whole bed became irritable.

It was blank and messed up.

It was the feeling of floating again.

When breathing was not smooth, Yan Sheng left slowly. The two of them were very close, and the frequency of breathing was the same.

He Zhonghe came back to his senses for a while, only to realize that he and Yansheng were tightly|closed to each other at some point.

Including the somewhat obvious ones.

According to his usual reaction, he should let go of Yan Sheng immediately.

But he didn't move, his brain was a little frozen, just clinging to each other, listening to each other's breathing face to face.

Yan Sheng's next move was very sudden, turning his elbows onto He Zhonghe's pillow.

The moment he felt Yan Sheng's hand, He Zhonghe's Tianling cover exploded.

……

[I will trouble everyone to make up their own brains]

……

After gradually calming down and breathing, He Zhonghe's brain finally slowly resumed operation.

What did you do just now.

very horrible.

"...Go and wash your hands." He Zhonghe touched him, and felt a huge shock in his heart after realizing what happened.

Until Yansheng went out in the dark to wash his hands for a long time, and then came back lightly, He Zhonghe was still lying upright.

Very cool very cool.

The body is still soft.

It's not at the same level as the feeling of self-entertainment.

"Are you okay?" Yan Sheng asked.

"It's okay." He Zhonghe paused for a while after finishing speaking, then turned his head suddenly, "Why does it take so long to wash your hands?"

"It's just what you think." Yan Sheng pinched the tip of his nose.

It's cruel enough, I just lay there to regain my senses after having a good time, and let Yan Sheng go to entertain himself quietly.

He Zhonghe didn't know what posture to use to lie down next to Yansheng in such a refreshing manner.

Excuse me.

Very fucking sorry.

With his back turned, he seemed too hypocritical, obviously trying to cheer him up but being treated like something.

But facing each other or lying down, the feeling just now emerged very clearly.

After tossing and turning like a big worm for a while, He Zhonghe simply rolled up in front of Yansheng and leaned against him, buried his face in his chest, grabbed his arm and put it on his body.

Yan Sheng kissed him on the top of the hair: "How does it feel?"

He Zhonghe really wants to pinch his mouth now, why do I feel like you didn't try just now, the sound is coming out.

"It feels like flying." He Zhonghe raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Okay, don't ask any more, I'll go out and sleep with dogs and cats."

I slept very lightly that night, and woke up several times with a daze. The sound of firecrackers outside the window has not stopped. It is difficult to understand the significance of setting off firecrackers at four o'clock in the morning.

Yan Sheng seemed to be sleeping well, after all, a person who can't wake up five times without the alarm going off would be almost drowsy once he fell asleep.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when He Zhonghe was awakened by the sound of firecrackers downstairs again, he habitually reached out to touch his phone under his pillow.

Then I touched two red envelopes, and realized that today is the first day of the new year, and my mind became muddled after sleeping in this fragmented sleep.

It is customary to get up early on the first day of the new year. Although I don't know why, it may be the first day of the new year.

When he fell asleep last night, Yan Sheng was in whatever position he was in, with one arm on He Zhonghe's body and the other under his head, his sleeping posture was very good.

He Zhonghe watched it for a while, then turned on the video with his mobile phone.

"It's 26:[-] a.m. on the first day of the Lunar New Year." The camera focused on Yan Sheng, and he focused, "The one lying next to me is Mr. Yan Sheng. As you can see, his sleeping face is very obedient."

He Zhonghe freed up a hand, touched his face, flicked the tip of his nose again, and began to indulge in his mouth: "You look pretty good, right? Last night's everything was pretty good. Poor Jian, Weeping and shouting at my husband not to..."

He couldn't continue speaking halfway through, and He Zhonghe groaned and laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his phone steady.

The person with a perfect sleeping face in the camera suddenly opened his eyes without warning.

He Zhonghe's laughter stopped abruptly.

A smile froze on his face.

The room was eerily quiet for a moment.

The phone is still recording.

Live tragedy.

"Don't do anything." Yan Sheng's voice was a bit hoarse with the nasal sound of just getting up. He cleared his throat and asked with great interest, "Don't do anything?"

"Don't... don't love me to no avail." He Zhonghe said fearfully and very fast.

Yan Sheng took the phone away from him, clicked to pause the recording, and the video was automatically saved.

Then he put down his phone, and suddenly stretched out his hand to scratch He Zhonghe.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong!" He Zhonghe laughed like he was crying and wailed, making him exhausted from scratching, and Zi'er howled.

Before scratching each other, Yan Sheng was also ticklish, but now that He Zhonghe is at a disadvantage, it is very difficult to scratch him in turn.

"Say the last sentence in full." Yan Sheng revealed a fierce look on his face, "Hurry up."

"Old..." He Zhonghe laughed out of tears, and compromised, "Don't scratch me, my husband!"

On the first beautiful morning of the new year, Du Lanzhen watered the flowers with a watering can, looked at the snow scene outside the window, and heard a wail of neither human nor ghost from He Zhonghe's bedroom.

She smiled and shook her head, the two children had a negative IQ together.