Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe watched Bianqiao drink up the rice wine, as if he had completed some task, he took the bowl back to the kitchen with satisfaction.

He didn't wash it either, just poured another bowl of rice wine and took it upstairs as a drink.

Bian Qiao watched him put a big bowl on the bedside, drinking from time to time, and was so overwhelmed that he said, "Can't you drink from a cup?"

"Cups are not easy to wash, and bowls are convenient." Gou Xiaohe said, sat up from the ground, and took a sip next to the bedside table, "Do you want to drink?"

Bianqiao turned his head unbearably.

When the lights were turned off and he was about to go to bed, he stood by the bed and looked at Gou Xiaohe, then asked, "Are you still sleeping on the floor?"

Gou Xiaohe only squeezed into the bed to sleep during the two days when Bianqiao had a fever. The sick person had no energy and couldn't get rid of him. The two of them squeezed into the bed and could help Bianqiao cover his sweat, so he recovered quickly.

Once Bian Qiao recovered from his illness, he consciously went to the ground again to avoid being kicked out.

"Huh?" Listening to Bian Qiao's question, he sat up with his arms around the quilt, trying to gauge his meaning from Bian Qiao's expression.

"Not cold?" Bian Qiao raised an eyebrow.

"It's not cold," Gou Xiaohe touched the cushion, "There is floor heating."

Bian Qiao looked at him blankly for a while, then suddenly showed impatient eyes, reached out and slapped the light off: "It's up to you."

The light from the projector slanted over Gou Xiaohe's head, and a lock of soft, fluffy hair was blocked on the curtain. He sat on the quilt and thought for a while, then picked up the pillow and climbed up to the edge of the bed.

"Who told you to come up?" Bian Qiao leaned against the bedside to play with his mobile phone, stretched his legs and kicked him, "Go down."

"Fake it, I guessed it." Gou Xiaohe hugged him on his knees, and rolled into the bed with a smile, "You just want to sleep with me, or don't ask me if I'm cold at all."

"Paranoia?" Bian Qiao continued to twitch the quilt until Gou Xiaohe wrapped his arms and legs around his waist.

"Okay, I'm afraid of the cold." Gou Xiaohe compromised, "Don't grab my quilt."

"Stay away from me." Bian Qiao threw back the quilt and reminded him forcefully.

He bent his legs and leaned against the head of the bed to play games, while Gou Xiaohe rolled half a circle to the side wrapped in the quilt, chatting with Hu Yuan, and stretched out one foot across half of the bed, resting on Bianqiao's knee.

Gou Xiaohe: I gave Bianqiao some rice wine and said you asked me to bring it to him. He said it was delicious and thanked you

Hu Yuan: Hehe

Hu Yuan: Thank you, Living Buddha

Gou Xiaohe buried his mouth in the quilt, his shoulders shaking from laughing.Just as he was about to continue typing, Bianqiao suddenly asked, "Who are you chatting with?"

"Hu Yuaner." Gou Xiaohe turned to face him, his calf slid down Bianqiao's knee, dangling against his stomach, "He called me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Bianqiao suddenly felt his stomach tighten, sat up and held down his ankle.

"What's the matter?" Gou Xiaohe was startled, and tentatively twitched the soles of his feet. He suddenly realized, "Did I crush your dick?"

With the corners of Bianqiao's mouth tense, he threw his feet off his body.

Gou Xiaohe remembered the photo in his mobile phone and the real thing he saw that day, and couldn't stop laughing for some reason.

"What are you smirking at?" Bian Qiao turned to stare at him, "Is it over?"

"I don't know either..." Gou Xiaohe rubbed his stomach with a smile, "Bianqiao, I think you should be 17 centimeters tall, maybe you can grow even bigger in the future..."

This man is crazy.

Bian Qiao didn't know how his train of thought turned, nor did he know what was so funny.Eyelashes drooping, he pressed towards Gou Xiaohe and grabbed the chick directly.

"Hey!" Gou Xiaohe was taken aback by being caught, and quickly curled up his legs to protect himself, trying to hold back his laughter, "I was wrong, I was wrong, stop laughing."

Bian Qiao let go of his hand, but didn't take it back. He propped up the bed with his palm, and still pressed weakly on Gou Xiaohe to watch him.

Gou Xiaohe's eyes were shining, and he felt that the chicken was not in danger, so he raised his arm and grabbed Bianqiao's hair.

"Your hair can be tied a little." He reported to Bian Qiao.

"Why aren't you drunk today?" Bian Qiao quickly glanced at his mouth and asked softly.

"Drunk for what? Rice wine?" Gou Xiaohe raised both hands together, scratching Bian Qiao's hair, "Rice wine is not wine, it has been mixed with water, it is like a drink, who can get drunk, are you drunk?"

Gou Xiaohe can't get drunk on anything that a dog can't get drunk on.

But what he wanted to say turned around, Bian Qiao thought about it, and said "hmm", cheekily said: "I seem to be a little bit."

"Dizziness on the forehead, try..." He was about to stick his forehead on Gou Xiaohe's forehead when he was pushed up by a slap against his forehead.

"Are you dizzy after drinking rice wine?" Gou Xiaohe didn't bother, got up and turned on the light, carefully observing Bianqiao's face, "I didn't have this symptom when I was a child."

"Then do you want to vomit? Bring you a basin?" He lifted the quilt and was about to get down, "Don't vomit on the bed."

There was already a big bowl on the bedside table, Bianqiao really didn't want to see another basin beside the bed.

"Forget it." He lay back with a clear mind, feeling numb in his heart, "Suddenly I am no longer dizzy."

"Ah?" Gou Xiaohe stepped into the slippers with one foot and couldn't fit his whole body, so he turned his head and asked, "Are you dizzy or not?"

Bianqiao couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes: "Turn off the lights!"

The next day was New Year's Eve, and for Bianqiao, it was no different from the usual day, but Gou Xiaohe got up early, running up and down upstairs and downstairs excitedly.

"Bian Qiao, wake up." After busy work, he lay on the bedside and opened Bian Qiao's eyes, "It's Chinese New Year today, so I can't sleep in late."

Gou Xiaohe is a person who has a special sense of ritual for traditional festivals. He can forget his birthday, and other family-related festivals, such as the Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, he will join in the fun.

In peacetime, Bian Qiao must let him roll if he didn't sleep enough, and today he sat up together, leaning against the head of the bed to wake up lazily.

Gou Xiaohe was pasting Xiaofu on the sliding door of his balcony, and the dog Xiaohe was following him around, wagging his tail.

Bian Qiao sized him up and couldn't help smiling: "Have you changed into new clothes?"

"Ah, my aunt bought it before, is it good-looking?" Gou Xiaohe was a little embarrassed, but also a little smug and turned around, tugging at the hem of the sweater.

He was wearing a red sweater, and Bianqiao suddenly found that Gou Xiaohe was a lot fairer than when he first came in summer, and he didn't know whether it was because he had covered up his whites in the past six months, or his complexion was highlighted by the red sweater.

Very delicate.

"The soil is dead." He felt good in his heart, and he wanted to squeeze out another sentence.

"What's wrong with that?" Gou Xiaohe pouted immediately, "This is called atmosphere."

Bian Qiao looked at him again, suppressed the smile in his eyes, lowered his head to put on his clothes.

After washing up and going out of the room, Bian Qiao realized that not only his room, but also upstairs and downstairs had been tidied up by Gou Xiaohe.

Big and small red blessing characters are everywhere, and the whole villa is decorated by him, just like the model house in the TV commercials during the Chinese New Year.

Even the dog box has a small red scarf, and one person and one dog are squatting in the living room and tying it around their necks.

"It looks good!" Satisfied, Gou Xiaohe took out his mobile phone to take two photos of the dog, and hugged and caressed it.

Gou Xiaohe let out a "woof", stuck out his tongue and flicked his tail obsequiously, and rubbed his nose against Gou Xiaohe's face.

Bianqiao watched for a while, then came over and blocked the dog with his calf.

"When did you buy so many messy things?" He asked Gou Xiaohe.

"I bought it online after the holiday." Gou Xiaohe took him to the backyard and showed him the small garden he had arranged. "I also bought a visual ear pick, which is very useful. I can see directly into the ear. You dig."

Bianqiao is not interested in digging earpicks. The weather is good today. There is a thin layer of snow in the morning, and the air in the small garden is very good.

Gou Xiaohe took out a pair of Spring Festival couplets and asked Bian Qiao to post them together.

"It's great," Gou Xiaohe was happy from the bottom of his heart, he took two steps back to look at the Spring Festival couplets, he smiled and jumped on the back of the bridge, "I can celebrate the New Year with you again."

Bian Qiao was about to let go directly, but upon hearing what Gou Xiaohe said, he calmly supported his legs, carried him back into the house, and threw him on the ground.

"Where's my gift?" After waiting for a long time without hearing Gou Xiaohe's mention, Bianqiao pretended to remind casually, "Didn't it mean that I would definitely not be able to guess."

"You definitely can't guess!" Gou Xiaohe wanted to laugh when he thought of the woolen underwear, and he could imagine Bianqiao's expression when he saw the gift.

"But I can't give it to you now." He wanted to keep it mysterious, "I'll show it to you when I go to bed at night."

After he finished speaking, he ran to the kitchen to help his aunt and housekeeping, Bian Qiao stayed where he was, and was speechless for a long time with his last words.

Brainless straight guy.

New Year's Eve really doesn't have any special meaning for Bianqiao's family. In the past, every year when this day came, it was a formality. It was time to cook and cook. After dinner, each of them was busy with their own affairs, and they didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

This year, there is an extra Gou Xiaohe, jumping up and down all day long, creating a different atmosphere.

"I haven't made dumplings at home for many years." When preparing to make dumplings in the evening, even my uncle said with emotion, "Your aunt is the best at mixing stuffing. She always made dumplings before."

"Really?" Gou Xiaohe drank some wine at noon, his mind was light, he laughed at everything, and asked his aunt in cooperation.

"It happened in the past. I have been getting busier and busier these years. I haven't made a bag for a long time. I don't know if it can still be delicious." The aunt also smiled.

It may be that the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year dilutes the cold war of the previous days, or it may be that the emotional communication between adults is very strange. My aunt and uncle swept away the awkwardness of the previous period and started talking and laughing again.

No matter what the reason is, Gou Xiaohe is still happy from the bottom of his heart to see the relationship between the two of them ease.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV. My aunt and uncle talked a lot about when they first met. The whole family sat together to make dumplings. The only person who was neither interested nor looking forward to the New Year’s Eve dinner was Bian Qiao.

He didn't speak all the time, and when his aunt talked about "back then", he pinched the last dumpling wrapper in his hand, put it on the table, and got up directly to go upstairs.

"Blame me." My aunt watched his back disappear into the corner of the stairs, and frowned angrily, "I drank too much at noon, and I didn't even know what to say."

"Don't worry about him." Uncle's face became ugly in an instant.

Both father and son would purse their lips when they were upset, but the uncle was more majestic and sharp, and his eyes were more indifferent.

"Pretentious." He didn't even suppress his voice, and cursed heavily.

Gou Xiaohe's mind was spinning slowly at the moment, he stood up after a while, and said to his aunt, "I'll go and accompany Bianqiao."

"Go." Auntie patted the face on his hand.

It was getting dark in the evening, Bianqiao didn't turn on the lights, and he was sitting on the carpet against the bed, with one hand resting on his bent knees, and the other hand smoothing the dog's fur one after another, watching a movie with his head up.

Seeing Gou Xiaohe enter the door, Gou Xiaohe let out a groan, raised his head and wagged his tail at him.

It was okay when he was sitting, but when he climbed up a flight of stairs, Gou Xiaohe was a little dizzy and tripped over the edge of the carpet.

"Bianqiao." He squatted directly in front of Bianqiao, blocking his view of watching movies, and pressed his forehead to Bianqiao's forehead, "It's Chinese New Year today, don't be unhappy."

Bian Qiao stopped touching the dog, looked at Gou Xiaohe for a while, and asked, "Where is my gift?"

"I'll get it for you." Gou Xiaohe stood up supporting his shoulders, and went back to the room to get the woolen underwear.

Bian Qiao didn't expect Gou Xiaohe to prepare any normal gifts for him, but when he saw the woolen underwear, he still felt that he had underestimated his brain circuit.

"What is this?" He laughed angrily, pinching the fur underwear with two fingers and shaking, "What do you keep in your mind every day?"

"You're pretending." Gou Xiaohe was still squatting in front of him, reaching out to hug Bianqiao's neck, like coaxing a child, slowly stroking Bianqiao's back and the back of his head.

"Do you miss your mother?" He seemed to be whispering, and whispered into Bian Qiao's ear, "Don't be angry, Auntie didn't mean it, she actually likes you very much."

Bian Qiao's mocking of the woolen underwear stopped the moment Gou Xiaohe hugged her.

His eyes were still fixed on the flickering curtain, but he only felt Gou Xiaohe.

Gou Xiaohe's hug, Gou Xiaohe's breathing, Gou Xiaohe's mouth moving around his ear, Gou Xiaohe's never knowing the seriousness, always frank and straightforward feelings and overtures.

"Be happy, baby." Gou Xiaohe pressed his forehead up again, held Bian Qiao's face in his hands, and coaxed him softly.

Bian Qiao stopped breathing for a moment, and suddenly raised his hand to grab Gou Xiaohe's neck.

"Who did you learn from?" He held Gou Xiaohe's chin with his mouth, "How much did you drink?"

Gou Xiaohe raised a finger: "A small cup."

"Oh." Bian Qiao stared at him, "Then are you sober now?"

"No way," Gou Xiaohe wanted to be lazy, and put all his strength on Bianqiao's arms and shoulders, "I'm not drunk, I'm just a little..."

Just halfway through speaking, his eyes darkened, and Bian Qiao covered him with his palm.

He covered it very hard, Gou Xiaohe opened his mouth blankly, almost at the same time, there was a clear pressure and heat from the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks were full of breath.

Bianqiao tilted his head and kissed him.

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