I don't remember exactly what New Year greetings the movie is about, but the thrilling and terrifying scenes are deeply etched in my mind. When I was catching dolls in the game city, my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't catch any of them.
Most of the game coins in the box were empty, leaving only three lonely ones. It looked really miserable.
He Nian looked up eagerly at Chu Xijin beside him, stretched out his hand to pull down the corner of the man's clothes, and then turned to look at the lamb plush toy in the cabinet.
The want is written all over his face.
"wait for me."
Chu Xijin rubbed his head and went to exchange another five hundred yuan of game currency. He Nian followed him like a little tail. In his eyes, Mr. was very good at everything he did.
Half an hour later.
Through the efforts of the two people in the black hole game of catching dolls, they achieved nothing but lost.
This was the first time that He Nian saw Chu Xijin being stumped. He couldn't help but tug on his arm and laughed out loud, with clear and beautiful dimples on his face.
"Sir, it's okay, just forget it if you can't catch it."
Chu Xijin lowered his eyes, with a rare look of frustration on his face. He looked at the little lamb doll in the glass cabinet:
"I'll buy it."
Anyway, I was determined to get the lamb.
As a result, the staff at the counter said that if you buy more than 500 yuan in game currency, you can get a plush toy for free. In the end, you got what you wanted during the New Year greetings, but felt that it was really a loss.
If you just buy it with money, you can buy a lot of little lamb dolls.
After eating, it was getting dark outside.
The hotel was not far from the villa area. The two of them were walking side by side on the road. They had just drank hot soup, and their bodies were warm and they didn't feel cold.
The lights on the roadside were on, and the dim light seemed soft and long-lasting in the winter night.
There was thick snow on the ground, which made a "creeping" sound when you stepped on it. In fact, there was a layer of ice at the bottom, which was very slippery.
Chu Xijin was afraid that he would fall during the New Year greetings, so he led the person towards him.
"Don't look left or right, look at your feet."
Except for the places illuminated by street lights, everything was dark. Even the sound of the wind was so scary. I couldn't help but feel a drum in my heart during the New Year greetings. I held the man's hand tightly. In just a few minutes, a thin layer of sweat broke out on my palms. .
He suddenly regretted watching a suspenseful horror movie. Although his left hand was held by his husband, what if a ghost appeared on the right and dragged him away?
"Is it cold?"
Chu Xijin stopped and reached out to touch He Nian's cold earlobes. They turned red due to the cold wind. He took off his scarf and tried to cover He Nian's red ears.
"Sir, I'm not cold."
He Nian quickly stopped the man's movement, but his heart felt as sweet as a hydrogen balloon, and he started to float:
"The boiled fish I just ate was a bit spicy, so I gave you the spicy red one..."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it's delicious -" Before he could finish his words, He Nian made a sound, and his buttocks fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and his tailbone hurt.
Chu Xijin was startled and hurriedly knelt down to check. He Nian sat on the snow bitterly, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I just told you to pay attention to your steps. Where did you fall?"
The man's voice was a bit loud. He Nian was stunned and blinked his eyes blankly. His hands covered with snow subconsciously curled up, and his knuckles were rubbed red.
He shook his head, the tip of his nose suddenly felt sore, staring at the hem of his clothes, avoiding the man's hand, and trying to stand up by himself. Chu Xijin also realized that his tone was too strong, and regretted it in his heart. He softened his voice:
"Xiao Nian, I'm not blaming you, I'm just too worried about you. Tell me where it hurts first, okay?"
"...Coccyx pain." He Nian's voice had a thick nasal sound and was a bit choked.
Chu Xijin sighed and helped him up, brushed the snow off his body, then squatted down and said:
"Come up, I'll carry you."
He Nian looked at the man's broad and strong back, pursed his lips and lay down obediently. He knew that his husband was just worried about him, but he seemed to be really spoiled and could not bear the slightest grievance.
What were originally two lines of footprints in the snow turned into one person's footprints.
He Nian sniffed, the tears were really strange. In the past, he gritted his teeth and persevered no matter how hard or tired he was, but now he couldn't bear the grievance he felt because of just one word.
The shadow on the ground was stretched by the light. He Nian pursed his lips, exhaled into his palm, then covered the man's ear to warm it, and said curiously:
"Sir, am I heavy?"
Chu Xijin curled up the corner of his mouth: "It's not heavy. There's no flesh on it at all. It would be nice to have some flesh on it."
"I still have flesh, maybe it's just because my frame is smaller." He Nian retorted in a low voice.
"Well, there's just some meat on my butt."
After returning home, He Nian lay on the bed, his head buried in the goose down pillow, his poor underwear hung on his ankles, and his butt was so cold that he applied a cold compress. Chu Xijin kneaded the medicinal wine with his palms to warm it up, and then pressed it gently.
"Woo..."
He Nianteng blushed deeply and clenched the quilt next to him with his fingers. The feeling of having his butt rubbed was so strange that he shrank in uncomfortably.
"Be good, don't move. If it still hurts tomorrow morning, go see a doctor."
The two round white petals were stained with medicinal wine. Chu Xijin's eyes were heavy and he pressed very carefully. Every time he moved, the person on the bed would tremble slightly.
"No need." He said in an angry voice, with only the hair on his head exposed. The heat in the man's palm made him dizzy, and he rubbed his body against the sheets unbearably.
"I used to fall a lot, and I can tell by myself whether it's serious or not. It only hurts for a few days, and will be fine in a week at most..."
He disliked the hospital very much. It left him with too many bad memories. It always felt eerie and the smell of disinfectant was terrible.
Chu Xijin pinched the soft back of his neck like a kitten and said calmly:
"Are you quite proud?"
He Nian was embarrassed and closed his mouth tightly.
Chu Xijin smiled. The medicinal wine had been completely absorbed. He put away the towel and wiped his hands clean. Then his big hands came down again, and without any precautions in the New Year, he went around to wrap them up.
"gentlemen!"
He Nian straightened his legs and took a few quick breaths, his heart beating violently in his chest. He looked stunned and pitiful, hunched over like a ripe shrimp.
"Are you still angry with me?" Chu Xijin coaxed him in a low voice:
"Little year."
His eardrums were ringing during the New Year greetings, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyelashes trembled as the man moved. "
"...Don't be angry, don't be angry with sir."
There was no way he could be angry with Chu Xijin.
"Really?" Chu Xijin rubbed him slowly and skillfully with his hands, and his movements were very considerate. He changed the topic and continued to ask:
"How long will it take to go back for winter vacation?"
"Half, about half a month."
Chu Xijin held his hand reluctantly, obviously not satisfied with the answer, and asked again:
"Again, how long?"
He Nian was so confused that his soul almost flew away. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were filled with heat mist, and his body was extremely hot. The feeling of being unable to get up or down was too uncomfortable. He quickly changed his words in a panic:
"Oh, ten days, sir, can ten days be okay?"
Bed is always the best place to negotiate.
Chu Xijin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but without saying anything, he unbuttoned his clothes with one hand, covered himself up, and used his powerful arms to imprison the person under him.
There is nowhere to escape.
He Nian felt like a fish lacking oxygen. He was turned over, and Xiao Xiaonian pressed against the man's abdominal muscles in excitement. He covered his face, blushing with embarrassment, and refused to let go no matter what he said. He said:
"Sir... one week, no more."
"Yes." Chu Xijin's voice was hoarse. He grabbed He Nian's wrists and clasped them on both sides of the pillow. He lowered his head to kiss him, and their lips and tongues were intertwined.
He Nian's eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were trembling. He was too embarrassed to open his eyes at all. He wanted to turn over and plunge into the man's arms, but his wrists were restrained.
He clenched his fists and plucked up the courage to say: "Sir, last night, wasn't it just..."
"What's that like?" Chu Xijin smiled, the low tremor in his chest teasing his eardrums.
"You have to leave just as soon as I come back. You can't ask for compensation from your boyfriend, eh?"
Such a well-behaved and soft-hearted little boyfriend, no one would be able to let go of him. Besides, he was making up classes at school during the Chinese New Year this month, so the two of them hardly ever spent time alone.
As time goes by, the two of them are about to become online lovers.
At the mention of separation, He Nian suddenly became weak, and even took the initiative to lean over and kiss Chu Xijin's lips graciously.
Chu Xijin's heart softened at this little gesture: "If you're shy, we'll turn off the lights."
On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Chu Xijin left City F and returned to the inner city just to celebrate the New Year. Chu Xijin had something to do and had to let Uncle Zhang do it for him. He looked at the supplements prepared in advance in the car and the corners of his mouth curled up.
The winter in Licheng is not too cold, and it doesn't even snow.
On New Year's Eve, He Nian was helping in the kitchen. He took off his coat, wearing only a beige wide-collared sweater. He looked very good, and He Minglan became more and more satisfied with it.
"Nian Nian, go to the living room and watch TV, and mom will do the rest."
He Minglan saw that he was almost done, so he rolled up his sleeves and squatted on the ground to wash his hands. The hot water in the basin steamed up his eyelashes with moisture. With sharp eyes, He Minglan saw an inconspicuous red mark on the lower part of his son's neck.
He Minglan didn't object if he didn't understand since he had been here before. Her son was already twenty years old and he was usually sensible. She looked at his report card and found that he had done well in everything, but he still had to give instructions that should be given.
There was no one in the living room. He Cen posted couplets on the door. He Minglan closed the kitchen door and asked her son in a low voice:
"Niannian, are you in love with someone?"
"Huh?" He Nian raised his head in surprise, becoming visibly nervous.
He Minglan smiled and said: "You are so old, it is normal to have someone you like. Mom has no objection, just asking."
There was the sound of firecrackers outside the window, and several children were running back and forth laughing. Thinking of his husband, He Nian lowered his head and hummed, and then took the initiative:
"Mom, he is a very good man."
"Mom knows, but there are some things I still have to say. You are still young, so you must do things appropriately. You are a boy, and you must be responsible and responsible." At this point, He Minglan said pointedly:
"Even if the other party is more proactive, you have to learn to refuse, otherwise it's still your responsibility. You have to protect her, do you understand?"
He Nian's face turned red and he hummed a few times casually, as if running away:
"I went to help dad put up Spring Festival couplets!"
He Minglan was left smiling helplessly in the kitchen. This child was already a young adult, but he was still so thin-skinned.
In the evening, the family of three had a happy reunion dinner. The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and the sound was loud. He Nian sat on the sofa next to He Cen and was sending Chu Xijin the photos he had just taken.
He Cen patted him on the back: "You are young, don't hunch your back, sit up straight, and look at your mobile phone further away, otherwise your eyesight will deteriorate."
Happy New Year: "..."
At this time, the phone rang. It was the husband who replied to the voice message. He Nian couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his eyes were crooked, and he ran back to the room, leaving He Minglan and He Cen in the living room, looking at each other. One glance.
My son has grown up.