He Yu couldn't say why he wanted to go to Xie Qingcheng's house for the holidays.
Now, the love and hate have been written off, the entanglement is over, and he should also settle with Xie Qing.
Before he left the group, he also swore to Xie Qingcheng that he would not force Xie Qingcheng to do some unwilling things in the future. To put it more bluntly, he would not force Xie Qingcheng to mess with him .
The two of them, when they were alone for a while, almost always communicated physically rather than verbally. Now that the physical communication is over, it stands to reason that Xie Qingcheng's attraction to He Yu should be greatly reduced.
But he seemed to want to see him more.
Maybe it's the secret in the world that only they know, still tying them together? - He Yu is unknown.
He swiped his phone back and forth several times, checking every few minutes throughout the day.
Xie Qingcheng did not reply to his message.
After a whole day, still no reply.
That shows that Xie Qingcheng's intention to reject him is already obvious.
He didn't plan to spend the festival with He Yu.
He Yu didn't give up, and waited until after nine o'clock in the evening, and finally couldn't help but called Xie Qingcheng.
"Did you see my message?"
"He Yu? What's the news?" The other side spoke, and it was actually Xie Xue's voice.
A year ago, He Yu would never have imagined that one day he would be so disappointed when he heard Xie Xue's voice.
"Let Professor Xie answer the phone, I have something to tell him."
"Professor Xie is taking a bath." Xie Xue said angrily, "If you have something to say, it's the same as what your teacher Xie said."
"wash… "
He Yu uncontrollably began to think of Xie Qingcheng standing under the shower, with broad shoulders and long legs, a thin waist and a slender waist, and there was a bit of magnificent cinnabar behind his neck.
His heart was hot.
"Hello?" Xie Xue urged him to see that he had no more words, "Hello? Talk to you."
He Yu tried to make his voice sound calm and indifferent: "I really have something to do, you give him the phone and let him pick it up."
"Then call back later."
"Urgent."
Xie Xue had no choice but to step on her slippers and walk to the bathroom door, open a slit, put her hand in, and turn her head away: "Brother! You have an emergency number!"
He Yu was listening on the phone, and when he heard the sound of water rushing in the shower room, the man responded in a low voice.
He imagined the scene, and imagined that the man took the phone with his hand dipped in crystal water beads, and suddenly felt that the hot mist in the bathroom seemed to evaporate along the mobile phone signal, making his face a little hot.
There was a rustling on the phone, followed by Xie Qingcheng's voice: "Hello."
"...Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu's throat tightened for a while, because he was reminded of the man's bathing, and also because the man ignored him before.
"Are you in a hurry to find me?"
"… Ok."
"Physical discomfort?"
He Yu took a breath and glanced down: "...I don't know, this may not be considered uncomfortable. Although it is indeed quite uncomfortable."
"… "
If Xie Qing submitted to the Internet, he would know that the feedback on He Yu's answer should be "Listen to your words, if you listen to your words."
But he didn't go on very much, so he said, "It's not comfortable."
He Yu really wanted to have a telefonopy with him, but thinking of the promise he just made, he had to say, "It's just... I feel uncomfortable."
"Ok?"
"You haven't replied to my message."
After a long pause on the other end of the phone, Xie Qingcheng's tone was obviously unpleasant: "Is this your urgent matter?"
He Yu didn't answer, but asked, "Can I come to your house and celebrate the New Year with you?"
Xie Qingcheng: "Not suitable."
"But… "
"You should be with your family during the New Year. I'm not your relative. You and your parents should go back to Yanzhou."
"… "
"Bye."
Xie Qingcheng really said that he would hang up. He Yu didn't even have a chance to make up for it, so he heard the busy tone on the phone.
He Yu dropped the phone and became depressed again.
Mo Yu Lane thanked the family.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes darkened, and he walked out in a bathrobe while wiping his dripping black hair.
Xie Xue bit the yogurt straw: "Brother, why is he looking for you? What's the urgency?"
"No, he has nothing to do."
"Crazy... Then did he disrespect you and contradict you?"
Xie Qingcheng: "...No. Why do you ask so many questions."
Xie Xue pouted: "Because every time you are with him, there is nothing good, and I still don't understand how you two are trapped in the reservoir of the crew together... What does he always pester you for, and you don't have milk for him? drink."
"..." Xie Qingcheng's face was cold, "How many times have I said that girls should speak in a subtle way, and it's almost ten o'clock, so hurry up and take a shower and sleep."
Xie Xue had no choice but to sigh, and aggrievedly drank two mouthfuls of sour and yogurt, and washed up under her brother's high-pressure rule.
In the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve has come.
On the 30th day of the new year, Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue completed the cleaning together, and they started busy with their neighbors to decorate the lanterns, move the table and set the chopsticks. There is a long table banquet in Moyu Lane this year. The so-called long table banquet means that more than ten tables are placed in the alley, forming a large long table. The neighbors prepare their own special dishes. Usually, this kind of festival occurs in places with good neighbors. Way.
Uncle Liu took the TV out and put it on the highest place at the end of the long table. It was like everyone watching the women's volleyball game in the 1980s. He planned to put it on the Spring Festival Gala.
As a result, the child giggled so badly that he took a projector and projected it directly on the screen.
"Grandpa, you can look at it like this now!"
Li Miaoqing came out with her pipa in her arms. After all, she spent time in nightclubs when she was young. At that time, it was necessary for nightclub girls to learn the piano and play music. She sat on the low stool and plucked the strings and played two Suzhou Pingtan songs with a smile. A little girl came over and asked her to play the theme song of the cartoon. Li Miaoqing put on reading glasses and began to search for sheet music on the Internet...
"Doctor Xie, I have cut enough cabbage for making dumplings. You drive me to the vegetable market to cut it. I'm afraid it will close when it's late."
"Buy a little more flour too."
The uncles and aunties had no choice but to agree. After Xie Qingcheng was busy with his work, he took the car key and took the neighbor aunt to the vegetable market to pick cabbage.
But he didn't expect that when he drove back and came back, he would meet someone at the door of Moyu Lane—
"Yeah, damn it, there are still people eating beef fans at roadside stalls these days?" It wasn't Xie Qingcheng who first discovered that person, but the aunt who looked around at the co-pilot.
The aunt stared at the bullfrog-like eyes and looked out with all her strength.
There are several very cheap food stalls in their alley. Today, almost all of those food stalls are closed. Only one person who sells Huainan beef soup is still standing in the cold wind.
The proprietress of the store is a money fan. The biggest hobby in life is to make money. She firmly believes that as long as she does not close the store, even when the main station broadcasts "Unforgettable Tonight", customers will come to her beef soup store.
How can it be closed on New Year's Eve
Look, sincerity is good, the guests are here!
Xie Qingcheng stopped the car and looked out, and saw He Yu sitting at the small greasy dining table on the side of the road, drinking hot beef vermicelli soup bit by bit.
It's so damn good, it doesn't even deserve a cake.
The young man's New Year's Eve is miserable, well-behaved, and sitting alone downwind of the street, which aunt is not curious or distressed when she sees it
Xie Qingcheng's co-pilot's neighbor's aunt is no exception: "Doctor Xie, let's go down and ask, what's the situation with this child."
"...No need. Look at how brightly he wears it."
"Ah, being bright doesn't mean that the child has no problems in his heart. It wasn't even published in the newspaper two days ago... What kind of rich second generation committed suicide because of the lack of parental care at home? As long as there is more care in the society, there will be less of this kind of thing. Poor thing... you don't care about me, I'll get out of the car and ask." The aunt was about to open the door.
Xie Qingcheng was helpless by her anxious roar, and sighed: "Okay, okay, auntie, don't worry, you can get out of the car and go back to the house to warm up. I know this person, I'll ask, Am I going to ask?"
The aunt was satisfied, and returned to the alley with a sturdy body holding a pile of cabbage and minced meat.
At the end, he did not forget to shout to Xie Qingcheng, who got out of the car and locked the door: "Since you know each other, just invite the children to dinner."
"… "
Xie Qingcheng was so angry that he was speechless.
He walked to the Huainan beef soup shop with a sullen face.
The proprietress of the money fan: "The handsome guy is eating something today—"
"I'll talk to this man."
The proprietress showed an offended look, but she was not good at buying and selling by force, so she left aggrieved.
Xie Qingcheng came to He Yu's small dining table, watching He Yu's soft eyelashes hanging down, drinking the soup in small sips.
"Eldest young master didn't choke you to death by drinking beef soup on New Year's Eve."
He Yu raised his head and pretended to be surprised: "Ah, Doctor Xie."
"… "
"I've been looking for a place to eat for a long time, but other places are closed, so the door is still open here. Is it bothering you?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.
He has a nanny and a cook in his family, and the He family also has investment in many luxury hotels in the city. Does He Yuhui need a bowl of beef soup with meat thinner than paper in the cold wind
He made it clear that it was intentional.
However, this trick is indeed very effective. The tempting smell of New Year's Eve has been wafting from Moyu Lane. Sometimes some children run out, and old people walk out. You can see this man drinking soup alone at the road tuyere at a glance. boys. It's too eye-catching.
They had long tables and banquets in the alley, but Young Master He was dine outside and slept miserably, and he was actually able to toss out some of the effect of "the wine and meat of Zhumen stink, and the road is frozen to death".
Xie Qingcheng naturally couldn't let He Yu silently destroy the neighbor's Yaxing. He stood there for a while, and said gloomily: "Stand up. Pay the money and follow me."
The neighborhood banquet has begun.
He was very satisfied that he was able to get an inch of room at this sumptuous but not luxurious feast. He showed modesty, gentleness, and a modest gentleman, and he soon became a popular guest at the long table banquet. Except for Xie Xue who rolled his eyes and Xie Qingcheng ignored him, the others either served him vegetables or poured wine for him.
"Xiao He, why are you celebrating the festival alone?"
"My parents are too busy with work..."
"Poor pitiful."
"Xiao He, how old are you this year?"
"It's almost 20 soon."
"Oh... Do you have a girlfriend? Let me tell you, oh, I have a beautiful niece who is studying acting in Yanzhou and is a sophomore..." Auntie babbled enthusiastically.
Of course, there was more than one person selling girls at home to He Yu, and a group of aunties and grannies quickly surrounded him.
"My daughter is in France and will be back soon. Although she is a little older than you, she is very young and beautiful. I will show you the photos."
"My niece is half-Chinese and Japanese, with watery eyes, not to mention how cute they are. Their photos are nothing, they can be posted. Mine is just a video. Xiaohe, please see if you are interested."
"Bah, stinky old woman, can you also make your face beautiful in videos?"
Seeing that the neighbors were half joking and half serious, they were about to quarrel.
He Yu smiled: "It's all good, it's just that I just broke up and I haven't fully come out yet..."
The women were more sympathetic when they heard that.
"Ouch, it's hard to find such an infatuated man these days."
"Which girl is so picky, why don't you even like it."
He Yu smiled again, and lowered his eyelashes: "I'm not good enough."
Xie Qingcheng listened next to him, and his face was so stretched that he ate the dumplings expressionlessly, and turned his eyes to the big screen to watch the dance program like the Spring Festival Gala had overturned the palette.
But to be honest, thinking of this made him very angry.
It was true that He Yu broke up in love, and he witnessed the whole process. Although he still doesn't know who the girl He Yu had a crush on at that time, he felt that since He Yu liked each other so much, something should have happened later that made him let him go. He Yu never said anything to the girl.
Not to mention it, He Yu completely gave up on himself and started to engage in same-sex sex.
Even if you do, the object is still yourself.
Xie Qingcheng thought for a while indifferently, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he simply got up and left his seat, and went to the public kitchen in the alley by helping him make dumplings.
It's a pity that several aunties and uncles in the kitchen were busy. When they saw him come in, they felt that he was in the way and drove him out.
Xie Qingcheng had to sit back in his seat again, and continued to eat the New Year's Eve dinner indifferently.
As a result, before he picked up his chopsticks, he saw a small noodle man beside his dinner plate.
"..." At first he thought it was some child's toy, but he left it with him and forgot to take it.
Looking at it again, the face man is pinching two little dragons, with vivid beards and claws, and naive.
He Yu smiled, turned to the side and said, "I saw it on the road and bought it. I'll give it to you."
Straight man: "… What do you mean? Children's toys?"
He Yu sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "Xie Qingcheng, the face person is a traditional craft. You must know how to appreciate art."
"Why two dragons?"
"… "
He Yu didn't smile at all after hearing his question. He straightened up, his face was expressionless, and he could tell the sudden unhappiness between his brows and eyes.
He said sternly: "You guess it yourself."
Xie Qingcheng: "This year is not the Year of the Dragon."
"It doesn't matter what year."
"I'm not a dragon."
"It has nothing to do with the zodiac."
"I don't like dragons either."
"… Who cares what you like."
Xie Qingcheng felt that his attitude suddenly became inexplicable, as if his aunt had turned his face.
He was a little impatient: "I can't guess, I won't guess."
He Yu's face quickly collapsed, and when he lowered his head, he could even see his cheeks slightly puffed up, obviously angry and unwilling to speak.
He took back the little dragon-faced man in Xie Qingcheng's hands, and held it tightly in his own hands: "If you don't have vision, it's fine if you don't appreciate it. I don't have to give it to you, I can keep it for myself."
Xie Qingcheng: "Do you like dragons?"
He Yu: "I like—"
Suddenly stopped.
What does he like
He couldn't tell.
The boy simply kept silent again, bowing his head and digging the dragon scales of the little face man silently.
He Yu found that Xie Qingcheng didn't understand at all, in his heart, they were two lonely dragons who were incompatible with normal people. That's why he gave him this as a New Year's gift.
Xie Qingcheng is really not romantic at all, he is like a dead dog of a science and engineering man, and because he was in the cold wind, he told me to ask the master chef to squeeze two dragons. They should be very similar, one fiery red and one frost silver. . He also asked the master to engrave the initials of his and Xie Qingcheng's names in pinyin on the dragon scale...
This is really a fool giving a fucking New Year's greetings to a fool! The idiot is home!
He took out all the stupid abbreviations with a stern face, and finally slapped Xiaolong on the table and threw it on the table. pet gone.
The meal didn't go away until nine or ten o'clock. Except for He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, who were friends, everyone was chatting happily and enthusiastically, eating melon seeds and peanuts all over the place.
The accident came suddenly.
The first thing that gets messed up is the place near the alley. There seemed to be something happening there, and the laughter stopped abruptly, but the people sitting in the alley by the side hadn't reacted, and were still bragging.
Until the silence spreads over like a rising tide, the people inside realize that the abnormality is abnormal, and they all turn around—
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?... Ah!" The speaker gasped after seeing the situation clearly, "Oh my God..."
"how so… "
"How is she...?"
The abnormal movement became more and more obvious, and finally even Xie Qingcheng, who had been absent-minded, turned his head slightly and glanced casually.
Just a glance.
There was a buzzing sound in his head, and the blood instantly receded from his face.
Someone came-
Standing uneasy at the entrance of the alley, it was a woman.
She looked about thirty years old, very beautiful, she put on some makeup and wore thick and luxurious fur, but the only difference from her graceful dress was the bruises on her face that even the makeup could not cover.
The woman was carrying a Hermes bag, but stood embarrassed in the eyes of the crowd.
This face, not to mention the residents of Moyu Lane, even He Yu can't forget—
She is Xie Qingcheng's ex-wife, Li Rouqiu.