My Star [Campus]

Li Lianghan asked Li Xingyu again if he wanted to go out to set off fireworks, but Li Xingyu refused.

Li Lianghan always goes to bed early and gets up early, and when he watched the Spring Festival Gala at nine o'clock, he yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

Because of the New Year's Eve, the lights in the room were turned on.

Li Xingyu said goodnight to his father, turned down the volume of the TV, and continued to sit on the sofa and play games, occasionally looking up at the Spring Festival Gala.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window was endless, highlighting the silence in the room even more.

Li Xingyu was still sending messages to Yan Feicheng, just some meaningless conversations, but the two of them were very happy, every sentence seemed to be filled with sweet and greasy pink bubbles.

Playing games and sending messages, before I knew it, the time had reached nearly twelve o'clock.

It's twelve o'clock in ten minutes.

Li Xingyu was wondering if he could call Yan Feicheng now, and the call had already come.

Li Xingyu quickly picked it up.

Yan Feicheng's deep and laughing voice became more magnetic under the current treatment, "Stars."

Li Xingyu's ears were a little itchy, "Is the banquet over there?"

Yan Feicheng said, "Not yet, usually after twelve o'clock."

"Then it's so quiet over there... are you in the garden?"

Li Xingyu remembered that Yan Feicheng said before that every time he couldn't stand the flattery and sowing discord between him and his brother at the banquet, he would go to the garden of the main house to enjoy the peace.

Yan Feicheng paused slightly, then said, "Yes."

Li Xingyu didn't notice his pause, and started complaining about the content of the Spring Festival Gala to Yan Feicheng.

Yan Feicheng also followed suit.

The two chatted for more than ten minutes.

When the host on the TV stage started the countdown to the New Year, Yan Feicheng suddenly called him.

"Star."

"Ok?"

"3—2—1—"

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Star."

The host's voice on the TV overlapped with Yan Feicheng's.

Li Xingyu couldn't help laughing, he didn't need to look in the mirror to imagine how sweet his smile must be.

"Sweet Orange, Happy New Year."

"Xing Xing," a short laugh came from the other side of the phone, "Tian Cheng'er hopes that you will be happy in the new year, and you will be sweet when you are with Tian Cheng'er."

Li Xingyu said, "I am very happy and sweet right now."

Yan Feicheng seemed to be smiling again.

He said, "Xingxing, Sweet Orange wants to tell you one more thing."

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks outside the window became louder, Li Xingyu turned up the sound to the maximum, subconsciously holding his breath.

Yan Feicheng said.

"Xingxing, Sweet Orange loves you."

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Yan Feicheng's affectionate confession didn't last a minute.

Because Li Xingyu heard the sound of firecrackers on the phone at the same frequency as outside the window.

He asked sharply, "Where are you?"

There was silence.

Li Xingyu understood, "Are you downstairs? Haven't come up yet? How long do you want to blow the wind down?"

As he spoke, he walked to the window and looked down.

Downstairs, Yan Feicheng in a black overcoat stood there, holding up his mobile phone and looking up innocently.

Seeing Li Xingyu, he smiled cutely and innocently.

Then quickly ran into the corridor.

Li Xingyu went to the door to open it, and when he opened the door, there was a chill.He became even angrier, and leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at the stairs.

Soon, a figure appeared in his sight.

Yan Feicheng only wore a cashmere coat that was not too thick, and only a sweater shirt underneath, and he was blown downstairs for so long, even if he was young and strong enough, he couldn't handle it, his nose and ears were covered. It was red from the cold, and it was cold all over.

He smiled cautiously at Li Xingyu, "Xingxing?"

Seeing him like this, Li Xingyu couldn't express his anger, so he could only give him an angry look, and pulled him into the warm room, "Come in soon, how long do you want to stay outside?"

Yan Feicheng chuckled, kicked off the pair of cold-proof leather shoes on his feet, turned around and grabbed Li Xingyu's hand, buried his face in the boy's palm and rubbed it.

Li Xingyu hissed.

Yan Feicheng's face was already cold after being blown by the cold wind for so long, and at this moment, rubbing against Li Xingyu's warm hand made Li Xingyu angrier and angrier.

Li Xingyu was afraid that something would happen to him from the cold, so he hurriedly pushed him to the bathroom, "Hurry up and take a hot bath."

Yan Feicheng walked into the bathroom obediently, knowing that Li Xingyu must be angry right now, so he didn't dare to act obediently.

He washed it quickly, and walked out in less than 10 minutes. Li Xingyu came over and wiped it off, and he was relieved to make sure that he was warm.

Yan Feicheng put his head on Li Xingyu's shoulder, and shouted in a sweet voice, "Xingxing~"

Li Xingyu pushed his head angrily.

Yan Feicheng knew that Xingxing had softened at this time, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot, lying on Li Xingyu's back and dangling, calling Xingxing loudly.

Li Xingyu was annoyed by his calling, and glared at him fiercely, "You can't do this again in the future, you know! Don't take your body seriously!"

Yan Feicheng immediately swears to the sky, his attitude is extremely serious and sincere.

Li Xingyu sighed, and rubbed Yan Feicheng's hair with his palm, "Tiancheng, I hope you are well."

Yan Feicheng still had a flattering smile on his face, but his tone was extremely serious, "Xing Xing, I will definitely, and I will accompany you all the way until you grow old."

"To be honest, Xing Xing, I was thinking that when we all became old men, I would carry you home."

Li Xingyu complained, "When you become an old man, you won't have the strength to carry me on your back, so be careful with your waist."

Yan Feicheng grinned, "Tian Chenger is so powerful, he will be a strong old man when he gets old."

He looked at the time, "Xing Xing, I see that your fireworks haven't been set off yet...let's set off the fireworks now!"

Li Xingyu thought about it and nodded in agreement.

The firework display event, which he thought was boring at first, became interested in Yan Feicheng's company.

The two of them changed their shoes, put on down jackets and went out, heading straight to the park.

It was already past twelve o'clock, and people in the park gradually went home, and occasionally there were a few young couples sitting on the benches flirting and talking about love.

Yan Feicheng didn't bring too big ones, but only brought some children's throwing cannons and fireworks sticks.

The two walked to an empty and quiet place. Li Xingyu watched Yan Feicheng take out boxes of firecrackers and fireworks sticks from his bag, with a look of disbelief, "We... put these?"

Yan Feicheng spoke eloquently, "What's wrong with these? These are all childhood memories! Besides, it's too boring for the two of us to set off those fireworks that are about to go to the sky. We must set them off with Dad."

Li Xingyu glared at him, "Who is your father?"

Yan Feicheng leaned forward salivating, "You are my husband, so your father is my father."

Li Xingyu didn't bother to talk to this aggressive guy, so he took a box of cannonballs by himself.

He grabbed one and looked at it. While Yan Feicheng was still looking through the bag to see if he had missed anything, he raised his hand and threw the one on Yan Feicheng's feet.

There was a crisp snap, especially loud in the quiet environment at this time.

Yan Feicheng was really taken aback.

He wasn't afraid, but his body trembled reflexively.

Li Xingyu grabbed the box of cannons and covered his stomach and smiled proudly.

Yan Feicheng put down the bag, grabbed a box of cannons and walked towards Li Xingyu with a fierce face, and said in a rough voice, "How dare you do this to your husband!"

Li Xingyu quickly dodged, and at the same time grabbed the throwing cannon and threw it on the way Yan Feicheng came.

The two big boys who were about to grow up were laughing and playing wrestling cannons in this open space. For a while, only the clear and crisp sound of the cannons could be heard.

The whole big box of cannonballs was finished by two people.

Li Xingyu was sweating from running, and sat down on the bench, still panting.

He licked his lips, feeling a little thirsty, and was handed a thermos in front of him.

The water is slightly scalding, probably because honey has been added, and it tastes a little sweet.

Yan Feicheng wiped his face, and waited for Li Xingyu to drink two cups of water before taking a sip.

The two sat next to each other on the bench, Yan Feicheng stretched out his long hand and hooked the fireworks stick on the other side.

The author has something to say:

So what(:з」∠)_

Playing outside these two days, there is no time code at all (:з」∠)_

The manuscript is also finished (:з」∠)_

so emmm

I want to ask for leave tomorrow (＊／ω＼＊)