In the Same Boat

In fact, Qu Yiheng never celebrated the New Year alone before. At first, he was with his parents, and later he was with Dou Yucong.

At the beginning Dou Yucong moved out with her boyfriend, but they would still come to accompany him during the Spring Festival. The two brothers chatted and drank. That city didn’t ban fireworks and firecrackers like City C. They didn’t let them go, but they would stand on the balcony and watch Fireworks elsewhere.

He originally thought that he and his brother were separated by two places this year, and the other party also had a new lover, and they might not get together again. Unexpectedly, family is family, and family will never let you be alone.

Dou Yucong was busy in the kitchen, while Qu Yiheng and Cheng Hetong went to the door to post Spring Festival couplets.

Other people's homes had already posted it early in the morning, but Dou Yucong called in the morning, saying that he had to wait for them to post it before saying anything. I don't know where I heard it, which means that the Spring Festival couplets can only be posted when the whole family is together.

However, the whole family, three missing one, Yao Zhan was not there.

Qu Yiheng still had some regrets, but he understood and didn't complain.

Two people took Spring Festival couplets and tape to the door, one was in charge of pasting them, and the other was in charge of checking whether the Spring Festival couplets were crooked.

Cheng Hetong said: "I haven't celebrated the New Year with others for five years. After five years, I finally feel a little bit of the New Year."

Qu Yiheng was a little surprised: "Mr. Cheng, then you did it by yourself before?"

Cheng Hetong lowered his head and smiled, tearing off a piece of double-sided tape and handing it to Qu Yiheng: "My family is all abroad, and I don't have many friends here. I grew up abroad, but it has become a habit to celebrate New Year's Eve in China every year. It’s just that I couldn’t go back to be with them after coming here, the first Spring Festival here, on New Year’s Eve, I knew for the first time what loneliness is.”

Qu Yiheng looked at him, and suddenly discovered that in fact, everyone has had a period of silence until everything hibernates.

"That year I was at home by myself, in an empty house, and there was no other sound in the house except my breathing." Cheng Hetong said, "I read until twelve o'clock, and when the bell rang, fireworks and firecrackers started to be set off outside. Suddenly, I was taken aback."

Qu Yiheng smiled: "Everyone likes to set off fireworks during the New Year. It's very lively. However, fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in City C since the year before last. We are here, and the New Year's flavor may not be so strong."

"But it's still warm to be with someone, isn't it?" Cheng Hetong looked at him, "It was my first year in this company, and I didn't have any acquaintances. My colleagues in the company regard me as their boss and never get too close to me On the New Year's Eve of that year, I received messages from everyone, all of which were...you know, the ones that are all the same."

Qu Yiheng laughed: "Send messages in groups, everyone is like this."

"Yes," recalling that time, Cheng Hetong also smiled, "But Yu Cong is different. He sent me a photo of dumplings and said 'Mr. Cheng, Happy New Year' to me, which is very human."

Qu Yiheng was still holding the word "Fu" in his hand, and suddenly said: "So, you fell in love with him five years ago?"

Cheng Hetong didn't hold back, nodded and said, "But at that time I didn't know if Yu Cong was the same, and I didn't dare to show it easily, but when I found out that we were the same kind, I also found out that he had a boyfriend."

The two continued to paste the "Fu" together, and Qu Yiheng said: "Xiao Cong looks smart, but he is actually very easy to trust people."

He looked back at Cheng Hetong: "If you like someone, you will focus on the other person wholeheartedly. Unless that person really hurts his bottom line, he will never be sorry for the other party."

Cheng Hetong understood what he meant, looked at Qu Yiheng and nodded with a smile: "I understand. I am very lucky to be with him, and I will cherish it."

A lot of words are just said with the upper lip touching the lower lip, and they may be sincere when they say it, but how long the sincerity can last depends entirely on luck.

Both Qu Yiheng and Dou Yucong met people who were not nice in the past, but he hoped that this time, they did not misunderstand the person, and hoped that this time, they would all have good luck.

Dou Yucong cooked a large table of dishes, and even took photos and sent them to Yao Zhan to show off.

Yao Zhan was at home and had just finished eating, so he was going to sneak around until the evening when he found a chance.

"You, you are already busy at work, so you finally have a rest, so don't look at your phone." Yao Zhan's mother brought over fruit and asked her son to watch TV with her.

Yao Zhan sat next to her and began to chatter with her.

During dinner today, Yao Zhan told his parents that he had changed jobs. The elders reprimanded him, but after hearing that his current clinic was doing well, he didn't say much, just told him to take care of his health.

At this moment, Yao Zhan's father went into the house to sleep, Yao Zhan's mother asked: "Who is it related to your job change?"

Yao Zhan pretended to be stupid: "Who is it?"

His mother glared at him: "Just the kid you were talking about."

Yao Zhan smiled: "He is the same age as me, he is still an artist, what a kid."

"I'm still an artist, isn't he just a painter? I've seen everything in that painting." The luo man painted by Qu Yiheng has always been lingering in Yao Zhan's mother's mind.

Yao Zhan peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mother's hand, and said, "He is not an ordinary painter. His paintings were exhibited in Paris last month. You don't know how many people want to hold an exhibition for him."

Yao Zhan's mother looked disbelieving.

"Forget it if you don't believe it, you don't understand anyway."

The two of them had already brought up the topic, and Yao Zhan's mother intentionally or unintentionally chatted with Qu Yiheng.

"Is the kid home?"

"No," Yao Zhan said, nibbling on an apple, "his parents are both dead, and he doesn't have any close relatives."

"Then he celebrates the New Year by himself?"

Yao Zhan turned sideways and said to his mother, "Mom, because I came to City C, it's the New Year's Eve now, so I left him there."

Yao Zhan's mother stopped talking. After a while, she stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep too."

Yao Zhan looked at her back and sighed, thinking that no matter what, he had to go back at night.

In the past, Qu Yiheng and Dou Yucong made dumplings together every Spring Festival. This year, Cheng Hetong was added, but Mr. Cheng grew up and lived abroad since he was a child. It is fine for him to make pasta, but it is a bit difficult for him to make dumplings.

"Let me learn." Cheng Hetong was quite interested, changed into home clothes, rolled up his sleeves and followed.

Dou Yucong was willing to let him join in the fun, so he tied an apron on him.

The two didn't deliberately show much affection in front of Qu Yiheng, but when Qu Yiheng looked at the two of them, he would inevitably miss Yao Zhan.

They took the plastic panel to the living room and put it on the coffee table. The three of them gathered around the panel and watched the Spring Festival Gala while making dumplings.

The Spring Festival Gala was boring, but Dou Yucong and Cheng Hetong had a great time. Qu Yiheng was watching them laughing, and then wondered what Yao Zhan was doing.

Qu Yiheng thought of the letter Yao Zhan wrote to him, which said: Everything is still difficult now, but I hope you believe that if possible, I would like to have our names appear on the same household registration book immediately.

It would be great if it could be realized, Qu Yiheng didn't know whether to blame the society or blame himself for not being a woman.

Yao Zhan should be watching the Spring Festival Gala with his parents, right?

Yao Zhan should be chatting casually with them.

Qu Yiheng couldn't help but miss Yao Zhan, the more he knew he shouldn't, the more he missed it.

The mobile phone is on the side, and he can call the other party after wiping his hands clean, but he dare not, dare not disturb the family.

He didn't know how many more Spring Festivals he would have to spend like this, but he only hoped that at least one day he could watch the other party and listen to the New Year's bell together.

It was 53:[-] when Yao Zhan opened the door and came in. He was standing in the entrance, just changed his shoes and went in, when he found three people inside were looking at him in surprise.

"Why are you back?" Qu Yiheng was so surprised that he was at a loss, he thought, it's over, this time he really robbed Yao's parents of his son.

Yao Zhan put down the key and took a look at the dumplings they had put on the table, and asked with a smile, "What stuffing?"

"Three delicacies," Dou Yucong said, "and pure meat."

He stood up and took a small plate to Yao Zhan: "Brother Yao, it's a big night, you're very considerate."

Yao Zhan took the plate and put it down: "I'll wash my hands first."

He went to the bathroom, and Qu Yiheng followed directly.

"Why are you back?" Qu Yiheng asked, "Have you quarreled with Auntie again?"

Yao Zhan turned around and kissed him: "No, my mother agreed."

Qu Yiheng didn't believe it, and decided that he was provoking the two of them again: "Didn't you agree not to quarrel with them today? There is only one Spring Festival a year, why do you bother?"

After Yao Zhan washed his hands and dried them, he took Qu Yiheng into his arms and kissed him vigorously for a while, the kiss was over, it was twelve o'clock.

With the TV turned on, the people on the big stage of the Spring Festival Gala were all in high spirits. Everyone was saying New Year's greetings. Yao Zhan rubbed the tip of his nose against Qu Yiheng's and said, "There is only one Spring Festival a year, and I can't let you Spending time watching others show their love."

Yao Zhan said that he would never leave Qu Yiheng behind.

He felt that he had more or less accomplished it.

"Honey, happy new year." The two stood in the bathroom to greet each other, Yao Zhan said, "Since it's the new year, I'll tell you some good news."

"Huh?" Qu Yiheng was vaguely looking forward to something, which was related to Yao Zhan's sudden return, but reason reminded him not to have too many expectations, for fear of disappointing.

Yao Zhan said: "My mother asked you to come to my house for dinner tomorrow, the first day of the new year, the first meal of the new year, and a reunion."

Qu Yiheng felt that he probably heard it wrong, so he didn't respond to Yao Zhan for a long time.

"What are you thinking?" Yao Zhan asked, "Are you trying to reject my mother? She tried to convince my father, but her mouth is worn out."

In the afternoon, Yao Zhan chatted with his mother, and it wasn't until then that he realized that his mother was just a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, talking against each other every day, but in fact she had been helping Yao Zhan to do ideological work for his father.

The three of them had dinner in the evening, and Yao Zhan directly proposed to come back before twelve o'clock. His father lost his temper, but in the end, he let him go.

Yao Zhan was surprised, his mother followed him when he went out, and told him that if Qu Yiheng was willing, he would bring him here tomorrow.

Therefore, no matter what choice the child makes, the parents will still give in in the end.

What else can we do?

After all, they are their own children.

"So, we both have to get up early tomorrow morning." Yao Zhan bit Qu Yiheng's lips, "I wanted to have a good time with you tonight, but it looks like it won't work. You have to recharge your batteries and deal with our old man tomorrow. old lady."

Qu Yiheng's eyes were red, and he waited for a while before asking: "Is it true?"

"Really," Yao Zhan looked at him like this, liking and distressing at the same time, "I won't lie to you about this kind of thing."

The next second, Qu Yiheng hugged Yao Zhan tightly and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for all this hard work for me.

Thank you for bringing the best love to me.

Thank you for letting me know that even though we are marginalized, there are families who accept us.

The warmest life is probably like this.

That night, even though Yao Zhan said that he would not torment Qu Yiheng in order to get up early, the two of them still couldn't hold back and didn't go to sleep until dawn. Two hours later, they were woken up by the alarm clock, took a shower, changed their clothes, and cleaned up everything. Neatly, he left a note for the two people next door who were still asleep, and then went out holding hands.

Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the door, and the word "Fu" was pasted. They closed the door carefully and went downstairs.

Yao Zhan said: "I've been thinking that this is the first Spring Festival we've been together. It's only meaningful for me to give you some New Year's gift. So, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Qu Yiheng turned to look at him with a smile and didn't speak, but Yao Zhan saw his heart from his eyes.

They went around for 15 years, met the wrong person, and suffered a lot. In the end, at the age of 33, the illusory "love" had a reality, and the love was the other party, the person in front of them at this moment.

At this moment, both Yao Zhan and Qu Yiheng are very clear that they are lucky, love is a good thing, don't worry, wait slowly, one day it will come to you.

The author has something to say: Bosses, the text is over.

Tomorrow, I will start updating the extras. There are two extras in the plan, one is the story of Yao Zhan and Qu Yiheng 15 years ago, and the other is the story of my younger brother and Mr. Cheng.

Finally, I will pull out the pre-collected new article "Ex-husband Calls", a same-sex marriageable background, and a sweet article about falling in love after divorce.

Bow manually and see you tomorrow.