Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

In order to prevent the elders from stepping down, they did not run away again on New Year's Eve, and spent the night at home honestly.

Tan Yunfeng still had the same attitude as before, but he didn't forcefully lock him in the room anymore. He didn't take the initiative to mention it, and Tan Xu also pretended to be stupid.

Yu Xinghai's attitude was also unclear. In order to adjust the rigid father-son relationship between him and Yu Yanchuan, Yu Changyu even moved back from his private house to live for a while.

He moved here with several small boxes, two of which were delivered to the courier on the same day.

Yu Yanchuan watched the courier type the order, and the box contained a dozen smaller, packed cartons.

"what are these?"

"Birthday gift for Lin Yu." Yu Changyu squatted on the ground and handed the gifts one by one to the courier, "I promised him in the email before, a gift every year from the first year of high school to now."

In order to prevent extrusion, the courier put the small carton back into the box after the inventory, and carried the box onto the logistics vehicle.

"Okay, let's go." Yu Changyu watched the car drive away, clapped his hands and turned to enter the house.

They didn't let Yu Xinghai see when they did this, after all, the explanation was too complicated and there was no way to talk about it.

That's exactly what happened, they all agreed that Yu Xinghai didn't mention Tan Xu because he was afraid that Yu Yanchuan would follow suit. After all, his son's coming out of the closet was not a big deal, but his extramarital affair was a big deal.

This relatively static and stable situation was broken at [-] o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day.

Yu Xinghai's schedule is the healthiest in the whole family. He goes to bed early and gets up early to exercise regularly. When someone rang the doorbell early in the morning, he was the first to answer the door.

As soon as the door opened, a large field of bright red roses greeted the eyes, and the courier brother showed a pair of eyes from behind the flowers.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Yu Yanchuan?"

Yu Xinghai only felt angry from under his feet, but he had put on airs for a long time and didn't intend to embarrass the errand brother, so he had to take the flowers.

"Oh wait, there's another card." The courier brother rummaged through his messenger bag and took out a pink envelope. "It was supposed to hang on the flowers."

Yu Xinghai took out the glasses that he seldom wears from his breast pocket, and put them on the bridge of his nose: "Thank you."

There was a "bang" when the door was closed, shaking the room. He put the bouquet, which he couldn't hold with both arms, on the table, and stood aside with his hands behind his back.

A few minutes later, Yu Yanchuan, who just got up from the bed, opened the bedroom door and poked his head out.

"Get up! What time is it yet to wake up!" Yu Xinghai shouted loudly.

Yu Yanchuan was attracted by the large bouquet of flowers on the table: "Oh, where did you get the flowers?"

"I'll give it to you." Yu Changyu slowly strolled over from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, glanced at the pink letter, "Here's another letter."

Yu Yanchuan scratched his hair: "So many flowers cost a lot of money, there is a flower shop at home and they buy them from outside."

"If you buy it from a plastic branch, you'll know it, it's not a surprise." Yu Changyu pushed the flower in his direction.

Yu Yanchuan picked up the flowers and picked up the letter, turned around and ran back to the bedroom, blocking Yu Xinghai's roar from the door: "Send it directly home, don't take me seriously, right?"

I can vaguely hear Yu Changyu fooling around like a child: "Well, it's New Year's Day, it's good for a young man to send flowers, don't be angry, Dad, what's the big deal..."

Yu Yanchuan sat cross-legged on the bed and opened the pink letter.

When I opened it, it was the stationery that came with the flower shop, with only the words "Happy New Year's Day" on it.

He fell over again, and a smaller piece of paper fell out, which said: "I want to be the first bouquet you receive in the New Year."

There were eighty or ninety flowers in this large bouquet, and Yu Yanchuan saw that the one in the middle was not a red rose, but a plastic flower made of colored cellophane.

He pulled out the plastic flower and held it up to his eyes to watch quietly.

It's quite romantic.

After sitting for a while, Yu Yanchuan opened the door and went out, washed up quickly and began to change clothes.

"Going out? Let's have some breakfast first." Yu Changyu was heating milk in the kitchen.

"No, I went back to the rental house, and I still haven't moved some things back. The landlord said that it must be moved today." Yu Yanchuan put on his shoes, picked up his coat, and was about to leave.

Yu Xinghai, who was sitting at the dining table, had sparks in his eyes: "Where are you going, I can't control you anymore?"

"Dad, don't get angry on the first day of the new year, I'll be back at night." Yu Yanchuan opened the door.

"What are you wearing, it's not cold, you!" Yu Xinghai's voice echoed in the room.

"not cold!"

Yu Yanchuan pushed open the courtyard door, he was eager to see Tan Xu now.

But before he turned the corner and ran away, he collided with a person head-on.

Yu Yanchuan saw who was coming at the moment before the collision. After the collision, he didn't let go, and hugged him tightly: "I just wanted to call you, why did you come here?"

"I'm here to find you. What are you doing out here?" Tan Xu patted him on the back.

"I……"

The sound of opening a window sounded overhead, and Yu Xinghai shouted at them from the window on the second floor: "What are you doing!"

Tan Xu hurriedly pushed Yu Yanchuan away, looked up and waved with a smile, "Happy New Year, Uncle Yu!"

Yu Yanchuan was dragged to the side of the car by Tan Xu half pushed and half pushed, the two opened the car door in a mess, and drove away under Yu Xinghai's nose.

"Come here so early." Yu Yanchuan drove the car out of the community, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." Tan Xu fastened his seat belt, "I want to see you."

"Hey, hello," Yu Yanchuan glanced at him, "You came here early in the morning without saying hello, you just want to eat the sandwiches I made."

Tan Xuli said confidently: "I use the same materials and the same steps, but what I make always tastes wrong."

"That's because there's something wrong with the butter you used." Yu Yanchuan said with a smile, "Let's do it one last time. Clean out the refrigerator when you're done and hand over the room tomorrow."

The last few times I came to the Seaview Apartment, the mood was always different from before. It was not comprehensive to say that it was cherished and nostalgic, but they were indeed leaving here soon.

So many things happened in this rental house that I never thought about before. Reunions, hugs, and confessions have become a precious emotional shelter.

They walked up the stairs, Yu Yanchuan stopped on the platform between the first and second floors, and said to Tan Xu: "Remember? When we met here for the first time, I threw a bouquet of flowers into your arms .”

"Remember, you smashed me to death." Tan Xu rubbed his head.

It was still hot early summer, a bunch of sunflowers fell from the sky, and the petals floated in the air and fell all over the ground. In a blink of an eye, it was winter. They walked on the same corridor in the New Year, as if they were facing each other half a floor apart. It just happened yesterday.

The rental house has almost moved, and the house was due to be handed over yesterday, but the landlord said that the next tenant hadn't been seen yet, and he was not in a hurry to close the house, so they postponed the finishing work until now.

The dream catcher on the door of Yu Yanchuan's room has been taken home, and all the decorations in the room have been cleaned up, looking the same as the day they met.

Sandwiches are very simple to make. Yu Yanchuan was too lazy to go to the cutting board, so he tore off a piece of plastic wrap and took out the ingredients from the refrigerator.

Tan Xu stood aside, watching the butter go into the pot, and asked in a low voice, "Did you receive my flowers?"

"Received." Yu Yanchuan put the slice of bread in, "Congratulations on being the first person to give me flowers in the New Year."

Tan Xu turned around and leaned against the bar, and waited until the sandwich was ready before whispering, "I'm sorry, I did something too much before."

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden? What's the matter?" Yu Yanchuan cut it and gave him half, then took Tan Xu's shoulders and walked to the living room to sit down.

"I shouldn't have thrown away your flowers." Tan Xu took a bite of the sandwich, "Although it's been a long time, maybe you don't really care about it anymore, but I still have to apologize."

Yu Yanchuan listened quietly, took out a tissue to wipe his fingers, and said, "Is there any more?"

"No more, what else do you want to hear?" Tan Xu thought for a while and explained, "My thoughts at that time were a bit naive, thinking that doing this would help me to be ruthless and cut off those broken things, but later I figured it out, some things can't be forced."

Yu Yanchuan stared into his eyes: "Then what if we didn't meet here? Just keep missing?"

"No." Tan Xu said, "I will definitely come to you."

"Oh, I thought you would say 'no if'." Yu Yanchuan smiled.

Tan Xu moved a chair and sat in front of him, with a serious expression: "There is no if, but if there is, it must be the result."

Yu Yanchuan let out a sigh of relief, and touched him with his knee: "Understood, I accept your apology."

Tan Xu made an inch, and leaned forward to beg for a kiss. Before the two could get closer, he heard a familiar sound from upstairs.

"Om-"

"Fuck me," Yu Yanchuan backed away immediately, "Why does it sound so coincidental every time?"

It was past nine o'clock in the morning, so the time to make soy milk was normal.

Yu Yanchuan took out his mobile phone cursingly, pressed the voice to record a live audio for Jeff and sent it to him, and cooperated with a voice complaint: "I have been at odds with your family all year round. I asked you to change it half a year ago, why haven't you changed it? When I go back, I will give you public funds to buy a noise-cancelling one, beg the boss!"

The noise of the soybean milk machine completely disturbed the atmosphere just now, and Tan Xu finished the sandwich with a smile: "It's a beginning and an end."

"Fuck," Yu Yanchuan laughed while sighing, "ruin my family atmosphere."

They cleaned the pots they had just used, counted the items in the refrigerator, and prepared to put them in a foam box for removal. Just after they finished counting, Tan Xu's cell phone rang.

The person who sent the message was the current head of the Propaganda Department, who sent a few paragraphs to ask if Tan Xu was free today.

This process is very familiar. On the New Year's Eve the year before last, the Propaganda Department also called the former minister Yu Yanchuan who had just retired to work in the name of insufficient manpower, and folded plastic flowers all afternoon.

It seems that today this time is preparing for the New Year's Eve party.

"Will you go?" Tan Xu asked.

"Go ahead, tell him that the ex-ministers will also go, and reminisce about college life." Yu Yanchuan closed the refrigerator door and decided to wait until he came back from school before dealing with things.

The soybean milk machine upstairs finally stopped at this moment, making the room extraordinarily quiet.

Tan Xu quickly finished sending the message, took advantage of this gap, grabbed Yu Yanchuan's clothes and pulled him over, completing the unfinished kiss.

"First kiss of the new year," he said.