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Wen Nian raised his head slightly, and the two exchanged a delicate and long kiss.

After the kiss, Shen Huaijing raised his hand to wipe the tip of his lips.

"Just beer?"

Wen Nian didn't realize the meaning of Shen Huaijing's words for a while.

"what?"

"It smells like red wine."

"."

Can you smell it?Wen Nian himself almost forgot what he had to drink tonight. After thinking for a while, he remembered: "On New Year's Eve, the boss gave me two cups of red wine, and the last half of the cup was left, so everyone shared a little."

"a little?"

Wen Nian was extremely rigorous and made "one point" concrete.

"About 15 milliliters."

Shen Huaijing chuckled, put the light shield on, stood up straight, and sent a message to Shen Han.

After confirming that his boyfriend didn't drink much, he turned up the air conditioner a few degrees and started driving to Jiangbei.

The New Year's Eve has a long aftermath, and the street lights are intertwined like a rainbow. When passing the most prosperous Bund neighborhood, you can still see young people holding fireworks sticks rolling the road.

"I've been rehearsing all day, aren't you tired?" Shen Huaijing asked.

"A bit."

"Then sleep for a while, there is still a way to go."

"Ah."

At the second red light street intersection, the red light lasts for 2 minutes.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Shen Huaijing turned his head. The person who said "um" was sitting in the passenger seat and looking at him, staring at him, which made people feel soft-hearted for no reason.

"Teacher Wen." Shen Huaijing suddenly called out.

"Ok?"

"Don't look at me like that."

"I……"

"It affects my driving."

Wen Nian stopped talking, straightened his back subconsciously, and after understanding the meaning of Shen Huaijing's words just now, he turned his head away very slowly.

Shen Huaijing smiled, and the chuckle spread in the small carriage, Wen Nian tilted his head lower and closed his eyes.

Shen Huaijing drove very steadily, and when Wen Nian was in the lightest sleep, he "boosted" to thirty miles a few times.

Back at the villa, the night was already deep.

Wen Nian fell asleep in the car, and was coaxed by his relatives to drink half a cup of honey water, no matter how heavy the drowsiness was, it disappeared completely.

When Shen Huaijing came out of the shower, there was still body temperature on the bed, but there was no one there.

He took it for granted, went downstairs with half a cup of warm honey, and saw her boyfriend by the small fish pond.

Wen Nian was pasting the word "Fu" on the pottery jar, which was the word "Fu" brought back from Yuanzhou Paradise.

For some reason, Shen Huaijing suddenly stopped, leaning on the stairs, standing on the bottom floor to look at him.

The breath of "New Year" that is not very clear in the fireworks of thousands of people, at this moment, the room is crowded with Langlang.

The word "Fu" is made of non-woven fabric, which is soft and soft, and several layers of glue are applied to secure the corners.

Wen Nian had heard footsteps before, and without looking back, he checked the corners, and after making sure it was firmly attached, he asked casually, "Is it crooked?"

"Ah."

Wen Nian just asked casually, but he didn't expect it to be stuck crookedly, and the hand that sealed the edge paused before turning around.

"I compared the position before, is it still crooked?" Wen Nian doubted himself for a while, then turned his head to ask Shen Huaijing's opinion, "Which side is it off, left or right?"

"Left." Shen Huaijing said calmly.

"Come here, look over here."

Wen Nian had no choice but to get up and walk towards him, only to realize that he had been cheated.

Not crooked, very correct.

Teacher Shen was not guilty of cheating her boyfriend over, coaxing him to drink up the remaining honey water.

After finishing the drink, the word "Fu" turned to the left in Mr. Shen's eyes was suddenly corrected.

Wen Nian: "..."

After pasting the blessing, Shen Huaijing took the empty cup in his hand and held him with another free hand: "Finished pasting?"

"Ah."

"Then it's time to go upstairs to sleep, Mr. Wen."

Wen Nian didn't move, just stood where he was.

He looked at the black and green pottery jar with the word "Fu" on it for a long time, and said, "It's New Year's day, and they don't have names yet."

Wen Nian looked at him, and Shen Huaijing said, "From now on."

"What?" Wen Nian asked.

Shen Huaijing opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, and was cut off by Wen Nian in advance: "You can't call it no money and no money."

"You can't call them Xiaobai and Xiaohong either."

Shen Huaijing laughed lightly.

Wen Nian walked to the pottery jar, pointed to the white one under the water and said, "Give it up first."

This time, Shen Huaijing answered quickly: "It's called Suisui."

Wen Nian was taken aback, and his heart thumped softly.

He didn't look at Shen Huaijing, but stared at the little fat fish that had been raised for two months and had already circled around for a while, before continuing: "The other one."

Shen Huaijing took the blanket from the sofa, draped it over Wen Nian's body, and led the person to turn in his direction: "Peace."

Wen Nian was speechless, suddenly feeling a little sorry for "Ping An".

Obviously in the same fish pond, the companion is called "Sui Sui", and it is called "Ping An".

It's so strange that it seems to have strayed into two styles of painting.

But... the bell strikes, everything is renewed, and every year is safe, which is a nice meaning.

I don't know if it's because the smell of alcohol hasn't dissipated, or because the heating is sufficient, Wen Nian's face is covered with a thin layer of red.

"It's safe then," he said with a smile.

Shen Huaijing led the man upstairs, put the blanket at the end of the bed, and stuffed the man under the quilt.

Only then did Wen Nian notice that the house was lit with aromatherapy.

It was probably new, he hadn't smelled it in the house before.

The smell seems to have changed a bit from before.

"Have you changed the fragrance?" Wen Nian asked.

"Ah."

"What does it smell like?" Wen Nian always felt that the smell was a bit familiar, and he reached out to grab it, but was held by Shen Huaijing and put it back under the quilt.

Shen Huaijing's voice sounded at the same time: "Rosa rose."

Wen Nian seemed to have a feeling of sudden understanding.

Yes, it is rose.

Just say how so familiar.

"Why did the rose suddenly change?"

"do not like?"

"like."

"Well, so it changed."

Sniffing the faint rose fragrance at the tip of his nose, Wen Nian said, "The old aromatherapy also smells good."

He remembered what Brother Lin had said before, saying that he was very picky about aromatherapy, and it was rare for him to have a taste he liked, and suddenly changed to another one, Wen Nian was afraid that Shen Huaijing would not be used to it.

Shen Huaijing's expression was a little loose, and he responded with a "hmm" slowly: "I will change it back when the rose flowering period arrives."

Wen Nian's heart was tapped lightly, as if he suddenly knew the reason for changing the aromatherapy.

In January, the roses entered a dormant period, and he let him smell the fragrance of roses in this cold winter.

Wen Nian turned around and hugged him even tighter.

Shen Huaijing smiled: "Mr. Wen, I haven't asked for my New Year's wish yet."

A deep voice lingered in Wen Nian's ears.

"I hope the roses will bloom better this year."

"Ah."

"Sui Sui Ping An and Wu Yuan don't get sick."

"Ah."

"Family and friends are healthy and happy."

"Well, there's more."

Wen Nian was buried in Shen Huaijing's shoulder, for a long time: "Accompany you."

Every year.

The room was pitch dark, and Shen Huaijing got Wen Nian into the habit of kissing him good night, so he groped to kiss him, like countless times before, but I don't know if the weight of "every year" in his mind tonight was too heavy for him to kiss. The mood is a little unstable.

The first kiss reached the chin, and the second kiss touched the tip of the lips. Shen Huaijing laughed lowly, and deliberately raised his head back, so the third kiss fell on the neck.

The location was dangerous, too close to the Adam's apple, and Wen Nian could clearly feel Shen Huaijing's Adam's apple rolling.

... dare not move.

A few minutes later, Shen Huaijing let out a deep breath, turned around, and turned on the night light on his side.

Wen Nian lay under the quilt and looked at him. '

"Go to sleep." Shen Huaijing's voice was so hoarse that it seemed to flow from the depths of his throat.

He lifted the quilt and got up.

Wen Nian grabbed his sleeve subconsciously: "Where are you going?"

Shen Huaijing didn't hesitate, his eyes were half closed, and he paused for a few seconds on the hand holding his sleeve, as if answering, but also "warning".

"bathroom."

Wen Nian was speechless for a moment.

He knew what Shen Huaijing was doing in the bathroom.

When I come back, I often feel cool, and I even take a low-temperature shower in winter.

The moment Wen Nian let go of his hand, he clenched it tightly again.

"...Don't go, it's too cold."

"Are you sure." Shen Huaijing's eyes were serious.

Wen Nian didn't answer.

The surroundings were too quiet, which made him a little at a loss, so he tried to raise the topic: "What time is it?"

"Four o'clock."

"...it seems a bit late."

Shen Huaijing held the white wrist that was still holding onto his sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's too late."

When Shen Huaijing kissed again, Wen Nian realized that he didn't mean the same thing when he said "too late".

It's not too late.

It's too late to let go.

This kiss was completely different from usual, without warning, without consolation, and instantly started a prairie fire.

It wasn't until Shen Huaijing found a box of small squares from the drawer that Wen Nian knew that there were these at home.

He wanted to ask when it was prepared, so he opened his mouth, but he didn't ask in the end.

"What flavor do you like?"

When Shen Huaijing asked this question, he was too calm, using a completely different temperature from the kiss just now, so calm that he seemed to be asking what the weather would be like tomorrow, so that Wen Nian didn't react at all.

When he realized what he said, the blood spread all the way from his face to his neck and shoulders.

Shen Huaijing took the pillow and put it behind him, Liao Yuan was enthusiastic, Wen Nian instinctively followed the black smear of the pillow to look over, and was brought back by lightly pinching the back of his neck.

The scene of Shen Huai in front of me is not like the usual scene of Shen Huai.

Somewhat different, a little... fierce.

"Pillow..." Wen Nian's eyes filled with mist.

"Ah."

"too low?"

"No, I mean..." Wen Nian was a little incoherent, "I...won't."

"I know." Shen Huaijing cushioned the pillow.

"I take it easy."

Wen Nian stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and just as the back of his hand touched his eyelashes, he was pulled up by his wrist again.

Shen Huaijing's kiss fell on his palm, and then from the palm to the knuckles.

"Don't be afraid."

"Don't close your eyes."

Shen Huaijing's voice was unbelievably hoarse.

"Open it and look at me."

Every sentence was heavier, Wen Nian opened his eyes impatiently, and what greeted him was a deeper kiss.

In the end, Wen Nian only vaguely remembered a few words.

"Does it hurt?"

"Don't bite."

He nodded indiscriminately, and then exchanged soothing broken kisses.

The winter night was extremely long, and when everything was over, the morning light slowly rushed into the dawn, Shen Huaijing took a bath with the person in his arms, simply changed the bed sheet, and stuffed the person back into the quilt.

He didn't sleep, just lay on his side and watched him.

The sound of fireworks came from the sky far away. Before Shen Huaijing could protect his ears, the person in his arms who had not slept soundly moved.

"It's fireworks, don't be afraid." Shen Huaijing said softly.

"New Year's fireworks?" Wen Nian asked in a daze.

"Well, sleep well."

The moment the bedside night light went out, Shen Huaijing heard a sentence: "Happy New Year."

The person in his arms opened his eyes with some difficulty.

"I only said it on the phone before, but I forgot I didn't say it in person."

Shen Huaijing looked at him deeply, and after a long time, planted a kiss on his forehead.

Free from any lust, precious and careful.

"Happy New Year."

Be it the new year or the old year, every year, every year, every year is safe.