Sweets, cakes and sandwiches are set on long tables covered with white embroidered tablecloths, decorated with clusters of roses. In front of a whole wall of wine is the bar counter, where bartenders and waiters provide a steady stream of fine wines.
Cheng Yan downed two glasses of champagne in one breath, and the delicious bubbles comforted his stomach and emotions at the same time. Originally, he imagined that he would spend the holiday with the Xia family alone, but when he entered the door, he was so nervous that he felt like he was on the same arm.
The tension was relieved for a moment, but it also fell into an inexplicable emptiness.
As soon as the third glass of champagne was poured, Xia Shaoqian came over after changing clothes.
Cheng Yan almost spit out the wine—Xia Shaoqian was wearing the camel sweater he gave him, which was exactly the same as Cheng Yan imagined him wearing it.
"This is..." Cheng Yan asked, looking at his chest.
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Shaoqian simply replied: "Yes!"
Cheng Yan touched his burning ears: "Great. It seems that I made the right choice."
Xia Shaoqian took his arm and said loudly, "Come here... I'll introduce you to Xia Ye and Xiaomeng."
Xia Ye and Xia Zhimeng, these two names were taken by Xia Shaoqian's ex-wife, she is a Shakespeare fan. Originally Xia Ye was called Xia Ye, but Xia Shaoqian felt that it was not dignified, so he changed it to Xia Ye.
There were guests everywhere in the house, Xia Shaoqian had to stop to greet others, and introduced Cheng Yan to many people along the way.
Some people drank too much or didn't know what to do, but they just shook hands with Cheng Yan politely. Some of them may have known Xia Shaoqian for a long time and were familiar with them, so they looked at Cheng Yan with a little clarity.
Cheng Yan responded calmly, if he flinched, he would lose not only his own face.
After looking around but not finding Xia Ye, Xia Shaoqian said, "Forget it, let's take a look at Xiaomeng first."
Xiaomeng and other children are in the children's room, separated from the gathering place where adults smoke and drink, and are taken care of by a special nanny.
When Xia Shaoqian entered, there was a puppet show going on inside. A group of children were laughing up and down.
At a glance, Cheng Yan saw a big bear-like black dog lying on the floor, and a little girl wearing a pair of angel wings lying on the dog.
Sure enough, it was Xia Zhimeng.
As soon as she saw Xia Shaoqian coming in and beckoning to her, she rushed over immediately: "Father!" The wings behind her trembled. The big dog also followed along.
Xia Shaoqian picked her up, let her reach out her small hand to shake Cheng Yan, and said her name.
"I'm Xia Zhimeng, six years old. This is lucky, four years old."
The big dog flicked his tail when he heard his name.
Cheng Yan couldn't help but patted its head.
Xia Shaoqian asked Xiaomeng where his brother was again, Xiaomeng shook his head.
Leaving the children's room, Xia Shaoqian kissed Chengyan's face: "Xiaomeng likes you very much."
Cheng Yan thought he was speaking politely and smiled.
"Really, she doesn't introduce lucky to people she doesn't like," Xia Shaoqian stroked his neck with his hand, "Stay here tonight..."
People passed by in the corridor from time to time, they stood sideways, their bodies pressed together. The alcoholic fermentation of the familiar breath is more aphrodisiac. Cheng Yan was already sweating.
"Um..." he replied vaguely, a little incoherently, "is it all right, guest?"
Xia Shaoqian finally couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed him to the unoccupied lounge without turning on the lights. The two fell into the sofa and ripped off each other's pants while kissing.
After finishing the work, Xia Shaoqian turned on the light and slowly opened the curtains.
At that moment, the snow suddenly fluttered one after another, which was just right and beautiful. Cheng Yan lay on the sofa, suddenly feeling moved amidst exhaustion and satisfaction.
Xia Shaoqian kissed his lips: "I'll go get some drinks."
As soon as he left with his front foot, someone rushed in immediately.
Cheng Yan didn't know the person who came, but he had seen it, and he was deeply impressed—that handsome, mixed-race, curvy young man.
Half a year ago, Cheng Yan saw him and Xia Shaoqian talking at the antique exchange meeting, obviously they were old acquaintances.
At this time, the handsome half-breed was looking at Cheng Yan gloomyly, and Cheng Yan had already fully understood what he wanted to say.
But he obviously underestimated the mixed race.
"You are not good enough for brother Shaoqian!"
Cheng Yan was taken aback for a moment, then trembled: "You call him Shaoqian... brother?"
The mixed blood was stunned, he didn't expect Cheng Yan's attention to be here.
But he quickly returned to normal, and replied coldly: "I have known him since I was five years old, and I have called him Brother Shaoqian since I was a child. You can imagine our origin."
Cheng Yan took out the smoke: "You don't mind?"
The mixed-race frowned, didn't answer, and continued, "You're just a low-level actor. You don't know Brother Shaoqian's past, nor can you empathize with him on a deeper level, and it's not helpful to his career..."
After talking a lot, he generally satirized Cheng Yan as a cheap vase and was not qualified to be with the noble brother Shaoqian.
Cheng Yan was smoking a cigarette leisurely, and the mixed blood finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Don't you want to admit what I said!"
"I admit it." Cheng Yan said bluntly.
The half-breed froze.
Cheng Yan smiled: "To be honest, I don't want to have any spiritual resonance with him at all, and he probably thinks so too. We are together to do it."
He stubbed out the cigarette, looked at the mixed blood: "Damn, you should understand."