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He Yu couldn't tell why he wanted to go to Xie Qingcheng's house for the holiday.

Now, the love and hate are written off, and the entanglement is over, he should also settle with Xie Qing.

Before he left the group, he also made a vow to Xie Qingcheng, saying that he would not force Xie Qingcheng to do some things he was unwilling to do in the future. To put it bluntly, he would not force Xie Qingcheng to mess with him .

When the two of them were alone some time ago, they almost communicated with each other more physically than verbally.Now that the physical communication is over, logically speaking, Xie Qingcheng's attraction to He Yu should be greatly reduced.

But he seemed to want to see him more.

Maybe it's the secret that only the two of them know in the world, which still binds them tightly together? ——He Yu didn't know.

He swiped his phone back and forth several times, checking it every few minutes at the end of the day.

Xie Qingcheng did not reply to his message.

A whole day later, still no reply.

That shows that Xie Qingcheng's intention to reject him is already obvious.

He didn't plan to spend the holiday with He Yu.

He Yu didn't give up, and after nine o'clock in the evening, he finally couldn't bear to call Xie Qingcheng.

"Did you see my message?"

"He Yu? What news?" The other person spoke, but it was Xie Xue's voice.

A year ago, He Yu would never have imagined that one day he would be so disappointed when he heard Xie Xue's voice.

"Let Professor Xie answer the phone, I have something to tell him."

"Professor Xie is taking a bath." Xie Xue said angrily, "It's the same if you have something to say to your teacher Xie."

"wash……"

He Yu uncontrollably began to think of Xie Qingcheng standing under the shower, with broad shoulders, long legs, thin waist, and a little cinnabar behind his neck.

His heart heats up.

"Hello?" Xie Xue saw that he had nothing to say, and urged, "Hello? Talk to you."

He Yu tried his best to make his voice sound calm and indifferent: "I really have something to do, you give him the phone and let him answer it."

"Then call back later."

"It's urgent."

Xie Xue had no choice but to walk to the door of the bathroom stepping on her slippers, opened a gap, put her hand in, and turned her head away: "Brother! You have an emergency call!"

He Yu was listening on the phone, and heard the sound of water splashing in the shower room, and the man responded in a low voice.

He imagined that scene for a while, imagining that the man took the phone with his hand stained with crystal water, and suddenly felt that the hot mist in the bathroom seemed to be steaming up along with the signal of the mobile phone, making his face a little hot.

There was a rustling sound from the phone, followed by Xie Qingcheng's voice: "Hello."

"...Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu's throat tightened for a moment, it was caused by the association of the man taking a bath, and it was also caused by the man ignoring him before.

"Are you in a hurry with me?"

"……Um."

"Physical discomfort?"

He Yu took a breath, and glanced down: "...I don't know, it might not be considered uncomfortable. Although it is indeed quite uncomfortable."

"..."

If Xie Qing submitted it to the Internet, he would know that the response to He Yu's answer should be "Listen to what you have to say, just like listening to what you say."

But he didn't go there very much, so he said, "What's uncomfortable."

He Yu really wanted to have a telefonoplay with him, but thinking of the promise he had just made, he could only say, "It's just... I feel uncomfortable."

"Ok?"

"You never texted me back."

The other end of the phone paused for a while, and Xie Qingcheng's tone was clearly displeased: "Is this your urgent matter?"

He Yu didn't answer, just asked: "Can I come to your house and celebrate the New Year with you?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It's not suitable."

"But……"

"You should be with your family during the Chinese New Year. I am not your relative. You and your parents should go back to Yanzhou."

"..."

"Bye."

Xie Qingcheng really hung up as soon as he said he wanted to, and He Yu didn't even have a chance to make up anything to save him, so he heard the busy tone beeping on the phone.

He Yu dropped the phone and became depressed again.

Xie Jia in Moyu Lane.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were gloomy, and he came out wearing a bathrobe, wiping his dripping black hair.

Xie Xue bit the yogurt straw: "Brother, why did he ask you? What's urgent?"

"No, he's looking for trouble."

"Crazy... Then did he disrespect you and contradict you?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...No. Why ask so many questions."

Xie Xue curled her lips: "Because every time you are with him, nothing good happens. I still can't understand how the two of you are trapped in the reservoir of the crew together... Why is he always pestering you, and you have no milk to give?" He drinks."

"..." Xie Qingcheng said with a cold face, "How many times have I told girls to be reserved in their speech, and also, it's almost ten o'clock, you hurry to take a shower and sleep."

Xie Xue had no choice but to groan, finished the yoghurt in two sips aggrieved, and washed up under her brother's high-handed rule.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is here.

On New Year's Eve, Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue finished cleaning together, and then they started busy with their neighbors, decorating lanterns and festoons, moving tables and setting chopsticks.There is a long table banquet in Moyuxiang this year. The so-called long table banquet means that more than ten tables are placed in the alley to form a long table. The neighbors in the neighborhood prepare their own special dishes. Usually, this kind of festival only occurs in places with good neighbor relations. Way.

Uncle Liu lifted the TV out and put it on the highest place at the end of the long table, as if everyone was watching a women's volleyball game in the 80s, and planned to put on the Spring Festival Gala like this.

As a result, the child giggled so much that he took a projector and directly projected it on a large screen on the screen.

"Grandpa, you can look at it like this now!"

Li Miaoqing came out with a pipa in her arms. After all, she had been in nightclubs when she was young. At that time, it was necessary for nightclub girls to learn piano and music.She sat on a low stool and plucked the strings, playing two Suzhou Pingtan songs with a smile. A little girl approached her and asked her to play the theme song of the cartoon. Li Miaoqing put on her reading glasses and began to search for scores on the Internet...

"Doctor Xie, enough cabbage for making dumplings is cut. You can drive me to the vegetable market so I can cut it. I'm afraid it will close when it's late."

"I need to buy more flour."

Uncles and aunts had to agree to the request, Xie Qingcheng finished the work at hand, took the car keys and took the neighbor aunt to the vegetable market to pick cabbage.

But he didn't expect that when he drove back, he would meet a person at the gate of Moyu Lane——

"Ah, hell, there are still people eating beef vermicelli at roadside stalls on this day?" It was not Xie Qingcheng who first discovered that person, but the co-pilot's aunt who was looking around.

The aunt stared out with her bullfrog-like eyes.

There are several very cheap food stalls at the entrance of their alley, and today those food stalls are almost closed, only one selling Huainan beef soup is still standing in the cold wind.

The proprietress of the shop is a money addict, and her greatest hobby in life is making money. She firmly believes that as long as she does not close the shop, even when the main station broadcasts "Unforgettable Tonight", customers will come to her beef soup shop.

How can it be closed on New Year's Eve?

Look, sincerity leads to success, the guests are here now!

Xie Qingcheng stopped the car and looked out, and saw He Yu sitting at a small greasy dining table by the side of the road, drinking hot beef vermicelli soup bit by bit.

It's so fucking bad, it doesn't even deserve a cake.

The young man was miserable on New Year's Eve, well-behaved and clever, sitting alone at the leeward corner of the street, fanciful, which aunt would not be curious or feel distressed when he saw it?

Xie Qingcheng's co-pilot neighbor's aunt was no exception: "Doctor Xie, let's go down and ask, what's going on with this child."

"...No need. Look at the glamorous clothes he wears."

"Ah, being bright doesn't mean that the child has no problems. Didn't the newspapers publish that two days ago... What kind of rich second generation committed suicide at home because they lack parents to care about? As long as there is more love in the society, there will be less such things. Such a pitiful thing...you don't care about it, I'll get out of the car and ask." The aunt was about to open the door.

Xie Qingcheng was helpless by her yelling, and sighed: "Okay, okay, Auntie, don't worry, get off the car and go back to the house to warm up. I know this person, I'll ask, Shall I go ask?"

Only then was the aunt satisfied, and she carried a pile of cabbage and minced meat back to the alley with a strong body.

In the end, he still didn't forget to yell at Xie Qingcheng who got out of the car and locked the door: "Since you know each other, why don't you invite someone's child to dinner."

"..."

Xie Qingcheng was so angry that he had nothing to say.

He walked to the Huainan Beef Soup shop with a sullen face.

The proprietress who is a money fan: "The handsome guy is eating something today——"

"I'll talk to this man."

The proprietress showed a look of being offended, but she was not good at buying and selling by force, so she left aggrieved.

Xie Qingcheng came to He Yu's small dining table, looked at He Yu with soft eyelashes hanging down, and sipped the broth in small sips.

"The young master drank beef soup on New Year's Eve, why didn't he choke you to death?"

He Yu raised his head, pretending to be surprised: "Ah, Doctor Xie."

"..."

"I've been looking for a place to eat for a long time, but all other places are closed, and this is the only place that's open. Is it in your way?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

His family has a nanny and a cook, and the He family also has investment shares in many luxury hotels in the city. Will He Yu need to cook a bowl of beef soup with meat thinner than paper in the cold wind?

He made it clear that he did it on purpose.

However, this trick is indeed very effective. The tempting smell of New Year's Eve dinner is already wafting out of Moyu Lane. From time to time, some children run out, and the old man walks out. They can all see this guy who is drinking soup alone at the entrance of the road. boys.It's too eye-catching.

They were feasting at long tables in the alley, while Young Master He was eating and sleeping outside in a desolate way, and he was able to really create the effect of "the wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, and the road is frozen to death".

Naturally, it was impossible for Xie Qingcheng to let He Yu ruin the elegance of the neighbors in the neighborhood. He stood there for a while and said grimly, "Stand up. Pay the money and follow me."

The neighborhood family dinner has begun.

He Shao, who spends money like water, is quite satisfied that he can get an inch of space in this rich but not luxurious banquet.He showed modesty, gentleness, and modesty, and soon became a popular guest at the long table banquet.Except for Xie Xue rolling his eyes at him and Xie Qingcheng ignoring him, the others either served him food or poured him wine.

"Xiaohe, why are you celebrating the festival alone?"

"My parents are too busy at work..."

"Poor pitiful."

"Xiao He, how old is this year?"

"It's almost 20 soon."

"Oh...do you have a girlfriend? Let me tell you, I have a beautiful niece who is studying acting in Yanzhou and is a sophomore..." the aunt chattered enthusiastically.

Of course, there was more than one person who promoted the girls in the family to He Yu, and a group of aunts and grandmas soon surrounded him.

"My daughter is in France and will be back soon. Although she is a little older than you, she has a young mind and is pretty. Let me show you the photos."

"My niece is a Chinese-Japanese mixed race. Her eyes are watery. Don't mention how cute they are. Their photos are nothing. They can be posted. Mine is a video. Xiaohe, see if you are interested."

"Bah, smelly old woman, can you make your face beautify in video too?"

Seeing that the neighbors were half-joking and half-serious, they were about to quarrel.

He Yu smiled: "It's all good, it's just that I just fell out of love before, and I haven't fully come out of it..."

The women became even more sympathetic when they heard this.

"Oh, it's hard to find such an infatuated boy these days."

"Which girl is so picky, why doesn't she even like you?"

He Yu smiled again, drooping his eyelashes: "It's because I'm not good enough."

Xie Qingcheng was listening beside him, his face was tense. He ate the dumplings expressionlessly, and turned his attention to the big screen, watching the dance show that knocked over the palette of the Spring Festival Gala.

But to be honest, the thought of it pissed him off.

It was true that He Yu lost love, and he witnessed the whole process. Although he still doesn't know who the girl He Yu was secretly in love with at that time, he felt that since He Yu liked her so much, something must have happened later that made her fall in love with her. He Yu never mentioned that girl.

It's okay not to mention it, but He Yu completely gave up on himself and started engaging in same-sex sex.

Even if you do it, the object is still yourself.

Xie Qingcheng thought about it coldly for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, so he simply got up and left his seat, and went to the public kitchen in the alley by helping to make dumplings.

It's a pity that several aunts and uncles were busy in the kitchen. When they saw him coming in, they thought he was in the way and drove him out again.

Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to sit back in his seat, continuing to eat the New Year's Eve dinner with an indifferent expression.

But before he picked up the chopsticks, he saw a small noodle man next to his dinner plate.

"..." At first he thought it was some child's toy, but he left it with him and forgot to take it away.

Looking at it again, the masked people are pinching two little dragons, with vivid beards and claws, and a naive look.

He Yu smiled, turned over and said, "I saw it on the road and bought it by chance. I'll give it to you."

Straight man: "...What do you mean? Children's toys?"

He Yu sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes: "Xie Qingcheng, dough figurines are a traditional craft. You have to know how to appreciate art."

"Why two dragons?"

"..."

Hearing his question, He Yu stopped laughing completely. He straightened up, his face was expressionless, and he could discern the sudden unhappiness between his brows and eyes carefully.

He said stiffly, "Guess for yourself."

Xie Qingcheng: "This year is not the Year of the Dragon."

"It doesn't matter what year it is."

"I am not a dragon."

"It has nothing to do with the zodiac."

"I don't like dragons either."

"...who cares what you like."

Xie Qingcheng felt that his attitude suddenly became inexplicable, as if my aunt was too upset.

He was a little impatient: "I can't guess, I won't guess."

He Yu quickly lost his face, and when he lowered his head, he could even see his cheeks pouting slightly, obviously angry and unwilling to speak.

He snatched back the little dragon mask from Xie Qingcheng's hand, and held it tightly in his hand: "It's fine if you don't have eyesight, and don't know how to appreciate it. I don't have to give it to you, I can keep it for myself."

Xie Qingcheng: "Do you like dragons?"

He Yu: "I like—"

Suddenly stopped.

what does he like

He couldn't tell.

The boy simply fell silent, and lowered his head to pick the dragon scales of the little face man silently.

He Yu found that Xie Qingcheng didn't understand at all, deep in his heart, they were two lone dragons who were incompatible with normal people.That's why he gave him this as a New Year's gift.

Xie Qingcheng is really not romantic at all, just like a dead dog in science and engineering, thanks to the cold wind, he told the noodle master to pinch two dragons, which should be very similar, one fiery red and one frosty silver .He also asked his master to engrave the pinyin initials of himself and Xie Qingcheng on the dragon scale...

This is really an idiot giving a fucking New Year greeting to an idiot!The idiot is home!

With a stern face, he picked out all the stupid abbreviations, and finally slapped Xiaolong, threw it on the table, turned to chat with the aunt and uncle, ignored Xie Qingcheng, and continued to be his socialite, middle-aged and elderly group spoiled.

The meal wasn't over until nine or ten o'clock. Except for the friends He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, everyone chatted happily and ate melon seeds and peanuts.

The accident came suddenly.

The first thing to mess up is the place near the alley.Something seemed to have happened there, and the laughter stopped abruptly, but the people sitting in the alley hadn't reacted yet, and were still bragging.

It wasn't until the silence spread like a rising tide that the people inside realized the abnormality and turned their heads one after another——

"what happened?"

"What happened?...Ah!" The speaker gasped after seeing the situation clearly, "Oh my God..."

"how so……"

"Why is she...?"

The abnormal movement became more and more obvious, and finally even Xie Qingcheng, who had been a little absent-minded, turned his head slightly and glanced casually.

Just one glance.

There was a buzz in his head, and the blood instantly faded from his face.

Someone is coming—

Standing anxiously at the entrance of the alley was a woman.

She looks about 30 years old, very beautiful, she put on some makeup, wearing thick and luxurious fur, but the shocking difference from her graceful attire is the bruise on her face that even makeup can't cover.

The woman was carrying the Hermes bag, but she stood awkwardly under the complicated eyes of everyone.

Not to mention the residents of Moyu Lane, even He Yu can't forget this face—

She is Xie Qingcheng's ex-wife, Li Ruoqiu.