Time flies.
This is especially true for high school students preparing for the college entrance examination.
The winter vacation is here in the blink of an eye. Perhaps out of fear that the vacation would dampen students' morale and make them lazy, the school has arranged the vacation quite sparingly, only carving out a few days for the students to celebrate the New Year.
The Huo family was a large family, scattered all over the country. The previous family banquet to celebrate the marriage between the Huo and Chu families was not attended by all the people. Those distant relatives who could not contact each other several times a year or the younger generation who studied abroad all year round could only gather together during the Spring Festival. The New Year's Eve dinner was arranged in the manor where Lin Yao and Huo Changyu lived. After all, only the manor could calmly entertain so many people from the Huo family.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, Ye Hongjun, Ye Ci and Huo Tinglan came to the manor together. They came early, and not many other members of the Huo family had come yet. Most of them were close to Huo Changyu and his wife and had frequent interactions with them. Ye Ci had met them before at various small family dinners during the New Year holidays, and he was not unfamiliar with them. He smiled shyly and took the initiative to greet those uncles, aunts and aunts.
Except for a few children who gathered together to play video games, most of the Huo family members were busy following the housekeeping team, doing some easy chores. Although all the trivial matters were taken care of by a professional team, doing some small jobs by themselves would add to the festive atmosphere.
In the study, Huo Changyu was writing couplets and the word "Fu" with a brush. Huo Tinglan's calligraphy was also good, but the handwriting was too sharp, too sharp and not round enough, and the festive words such as "Auspicious and auspicious spring is full of the house" were a bit out of place. Lin Yao had complained about it countless times, so all he could do now was to roll up his sleeves and grind ink for Huo Changyu.
On the other side, Ye Ci was enthusiastically helping the housekeeper put money into the red envelope. The brand new pink bills with serial numbers were so crisp and smooth that they could cut your hands. They made a crisp sound when they were shaken and bounced. Just passing through them made people feel relaxed physically and mentally.
Lin Yao was almost a fairy, so she ignored these mundane matters and took Ye Hongjun to the flower hall to drink tea and pick things. She should buy some new clothes for the New Year, but when the weather got cold, Lin Yao was too lazy to go out. The managers of various luxury stores took turns to deliver goods to her home for her to choose, and many of them were reserved for her.
Lin Yao picked and chose, commenting as she looked. Ye Hongjun didn't understand any of this, so she held the cup of red tea politely and stiffly, nodding and smiling as Lin Yao did.
The clinical trial she participated in in San Francisco made her recover miraculously. After returning to China, she has been taken care of by Huo Tinglan, who supports her like her own mother. Now she has no worries about food and clothing, and has a lot of savings. But she is used to hard times, does not know how to enjoy, and dare not spend money recklessly. She still prefers to be frugal in food, clothing and daily expenses. Ye Ci is not good at talking, and can't persuade her, nor does he know how to persuade her. This time she came to the Huo family with Ye Ci to celebrate the New Year, and she was just dressed neatly and decently. When facing Lin Yao, a lady who has been pampered since childhood and dressed in jewels, she lacks some confidence.
Lin Yao saw this and intended to infiltrate Ye Hongjun and change her life philosophy.
"…Their limited edition for the Spring Festival this year is pretty good." Lin Yao picked up a handbag made of embossed calfskin. It had a white background and a water-red wintersweet pattern drawn in the style of European sketches, but it didn't look out of place. It was rare for that group of foreign designers to come up with a Chinese design that was pleasing to the eye. It was elegant and not ostentatious, and it matched Ye Hongjun's temperament very well.
"Xiaojun, try this bag." Lin Yao picked up the small handbag and calmly put it into Ye Hongjun's hand. She stepped back and tilted her head to look at it, praising softly, "It looks good. This handbag suits you very well." She turned her head and instructed the manager standing beside her, "Please bring me the orange one."
"This..." Ye Hongjun was slightly stunned, looking nervous.
Seeing that she was clearly trying to be polite to her, Lin Yao took the other one with a different color and pattern, and moved intimacy and naturally with Ye Hongjun, putting the two handbags close together to compare, and said gently but irresistibly: "You use the plum blossom one, and I use the hydrangea one. This size is just right for red envelopes. It's so good that I don't have to walk around with a stack of red envelopes. What do you think? Alas, I haven't had many sisters since I was a child, and I have never tried to use the same one as others. ..."
The style and application of certain rhetoric, as well as the strength hidden in gentleness are exactly the same as Huo Tinglan's.
I can only say that they are truly mother and son.
Ye Hongjun was almost as soft and easy to fool as her son, and was dressed up carefully from head to toe by Lin Yao without knowing it.
I also had a manicure and hand care done by a door-to-door manicurist.
It's like sleepwalking.
Ye Hongjun had a good foundation and was naturally beautiful and didn't look old. Her only drawback was that she had just recovered from a serious illness and was too thin. However, Lin Yao had excellent taste and knew how to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses. After Ye Hongjun dressed her up like this, she immediately looked radiant. The scars caused by the years of hardship seemed to have been filled and polished by Lin Yao's skillful hands and expensive fabrics and accessories. At first glance, she looked like a completely different person.
"New Year, new atmosphere, that's how it should be. Only when everything is new from head to toe can it be called New Year, don't you think? Old Huo said that I was talking nonsense just to buy things, but you are the one who is right. ..."
Lin Yao held Ye Hongjun's arm affectionately and sought credit for the young couple who were being affectionate with each other. Ye Ci's eyes were indeed reddened by this and he silently took a few photos with Ye Hongjun.
It had been a long time since he had seen Ye Hongjun looking so radiant.
It’s great that mom can still be like this.
As it was getting close to afternoon, more and more members of the Huo family arrived, and there were many unfamiliar faces. Huo Tinglan was afraid that Ye Ci would feel awkward, so he asked him to have afternoon tea and snacks with Lin Yao and Ye Hongjun in the small flower hall, and he also brought the delicate and coquettish Napoleon cat for Ye Ci to pet.
Candidates' vacation time is precious, and there is no need to waste it on endless greetings. Of course, they should just do what makes them feel comfortable and at ease.
The scimitar knew Ye Ci and felt inexplicably close to him. It turned over and showed its furry little belly to Ye Ci. It also kept scratching Ye Ci's wrist with its paw pads, signaling him to play with it.
After sending the cat to Ye Ci, Huo Tinglan was about to go to the front hall to entertain the guests. Just as he turned around to leave, Ye Ci tugged at the hem of his clothes.
"Uncle Huo, wait, wait a minute." The young man touched his chest with his fair hands twice, and before he could think of anything else, he hurriedly explained with red ears, "There are a few strands of... cat hair stuck on it."
After he finished speaking, the air around him stagnated for a few seconds.
Huo Tinglan also curled his lips meaningfully.
Ye Ci realized it belatedly and reacted slowly.
He had little contact with Lin Yao before. Because he was reserved, he didn't talk much and basically responded respectfully. It was rare for them to get along so naturally.
To put it simply... he didn't seem to have called Huo Tinglan in front of her.
He just called Huo Tinglan "Uncle" for ease, which was fine, but when they were in the same room, he had to call Lin Yao "Mom", and the seniority was obviously not right.
—Ye Ci’s interpretation of the current subtle atmosphere.
But in fact…
Tsk tsk.
Lin Yao had a complicated look on her face, as if to say "you young people really know how to have fun". She wanted to laugh but was afraid that Ye Ci would feel embarrassed, so she lowered her eyes and sipped her tea, silently reciting the six-word mantra "laughing too much will give you wrinkles" before she could hold back the corners of her mouth.
It seems that I need to change the name.
Ye Ci was petting the cat while thinking.
At least in front of outsiders.
But…
What's the appropriate name
He certainly couldn't call her something too sticky, but he also couldn't seem distant.
Ye Ci thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with just calling out the surname and name.
So you should call Uncle Huo... Tinglan
That’s too much!
It is a very normal name, but the deep and affectionate intimacy seems to make people's heart beat more than the inappropriate name.
Huo Tinglan had gone out to greet the guests. Lin Yao and Ye Hongjun sat on the small sofa opposite Ye Ci, each holding a cup of red tea. The two pairs of eyes just watched Ye Ci's empty expression as his soul wandered in the void. As he swam, his little red face became redder and redder...
"… "
What is the child thinking
The two mothers looked at each other tacitly, pursed their lips at the same time, and couldn't help laughing.
The Huo family's Spring Festival process is fixed. In the evening, when it's time for dinner, everyone will have a New Year's Eve dinner in the banquet hall. After dinner, the younger generation will pay New Year's greetings and the elders will give New Year's money. After these routine processes are over, because Lin Yao likes pomp and circumstance, a New Year's Eve fireworks show planned by a professional team will be arranged at the manor.
In order to avoid the same performance every year, the theme of this New Year's fireworks show is different every year. Generally speaking, a big happy event that happened in the Huo family during the year will be chosen and used to play the role. For example, last year, Lin Yao and Huo Changyu chose the theme of "Winning the First Prize in the Imperial Examination" to celebrate Huo Tinglan's cousin's successful admission to the top 1 prestigious university in the United States for further studies. The finale of the fireworks was like an ice-blue full moon slowly rising to the sky. This year, to celebrate Huo Tinglan's marriage, the theme was "Love and Stay Together" - the couple is old after all, and no matter how they chase fashion trends, they will inevitably reveal their middle-aged and elderly nature at some point. Ye Ci looked at the pink heart-shaped fireworks flying all over the sky, and was teased by Huo Tinglan's young and lively cousins. He was so embarrassed that he stammered and didn't know where to bury his face. Huo Tinglan couldn't help laughing and put him in his arms, hugging him in a very possessive posture.
After watching the fireworks show, a large group of people returned to the main building. The elders watched the Spring Festival Gala, played cards, and chatted. The younger generations could sneak out to play by themselves during this time, but they had to come back at midnight to listen to the bell tower ringing and eat dumplings. This was the end of the whole process and they could go back to their rooms to sleep.
Now that he could move freely, Ye Ci went back to his room to give out New Year's money.
There are many children in the Huo family, so he prepared a lot of red envelopes for the New Year, and put a thick stack of them in his pocket. After the New Year's Eve dinner, he shyly handed over a red envelope to those who were younger than him in age or seniority. He thought he could almost clear out the inventory, but he received many more red envelopes than he gave out. The rule of the Huo family is that married people give red envelopes, and unmarried people receive red envelopes, and whether they are married or not is used to distinguish whether they have "established a family and a career". Although Ye Ci is the head of the family, he is young, looks and has a lovely personality. The elders of the Huo family treat him as a child in their hearts, and they rush to put red envelopes in his pocket. Huo Tinglan didn't receive half of the red envelope, but Ye Ci's coat pockets were almost bursting.
Huo Tinglan picked out the red envelopes from Lin Yao and Ye Hongjun from the pile, and placed the two heavy red envelopes on the left and right sides of Ye Ci's pillow, and said superstitiously: "Putting the New Year's money next to the pillow can ward off evil spirits."
His tone sounded like a joke, but Ye Ci didn't pay attention. He lowered his head and took out a red envelope that was kept separately from his coat and handed it to Huo Tinglan.
The red envelope was very thick, and on the back was Ye Ci's elegant and handsome handwriting, written in a golden signing pen. Huo Tinglan lowered his eyes and glanced at it, catching a few key words.
Mostly some blessings and sweet words.
"It's late, wait a little longer, wait until I'm not around, then read it." Ye Ci hurriedly turned the red envelope over and whispered, "I'll give you your red envelopes in the future."
In Ye Ci's opinion, this has nothing to do with being married or not, it is just a blessing, and he hopes Huo Tinglan has it too.
The cash in this red envelope was withdrawn from his old card, all of which was earned from his previous work and racing. Using this money to give Huo Tinglan a red envelope satisfied Ye Ci's secret thoughts - no matter how much it was, he was earning money for Uncle Huo to spend.
Successfully created the illusion of making money to support the family.
"Thank you," Huo Tinglan took the red envelope and turned his head to kiss Ye Ci's face, "Happy New Year, baby."
It was quite ceremonial, and Ye Ci laughed out loud: "You're welcome, Happy New Year, Uncle Huo."
"By the way," Huo Tinglan recalled what happened this morning and said gently, "When other people are around, you may need to change the way you address me, otherwise others might..."
"I understand." Ye Ci nodded hurriedly, "They will feel that our generations are mixed up."
Huo Tinglan smiled and decided not to tell Ye Ci what others really thought.
Lest he die of shame.
"What should I do? If I don't call you uncle in front of others..." Huo Tinglan smiled helplessly, as if he had suffered a loss, and whispered teasingly, "Call me brother?"
"… "
Ye Ci was choked for a moment.
Even though it was a reduplicated name, he would never utter this name.
He pursed his lips, his face flushed red, and looked at Huo Tinglan silently.
Can Uncle Huo transplant a face into himself
"Let's go ahead and call each other by name." Ye Ci said dryly, "It's more... conventional."
"Okay." Huo Tinglan's eyes were gentle, and he said softly, "Let me listen."
Maybe it was because Huo Tinglan's expression was too serious. Something that didn't require any shyness at all made people feel shy and their heartbeats beat fast for some unknown reason.
Ye Ci calmed himself down, stammered, and raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of shining eyes, shy but as serious as Huo Tinglan.
"Listen to Lan."
Two short words.
The voice was exactly the same as in the previous life, except that there was something in the tone that was hard to describe. It traveled through the torrent of time and space and once again fell into his ears and heart.
In this life, it sounds even more fascinating than the word "uncle" which carries a certain taboo connotation.
"Scream again." Huo Tinglan approached and pressed against Ye Ci, causing him to stumble and fall back. Ye Ci could barely stand, but he still followed his lead and screamed again.
"Good boy." Huo Tinglan said hoarsely, his love surged, filling his heart and making it ache, in urgent need of release. He rubbed Ye Ci's slightly bulging belly from the New Year's Eve dinner, smiled, and found an excuse to ask, "Are you so full from the New Year's Eve dinner?"
Ye Ci nodded: "Yeah, it's delicious."
"You want to eat dumplings in the middle of the night, can you still eat?" Huo Tinglan said kindly and concernedly.
It is said that young boys can eat their fathers out of money. At Ye Ci's age, he can eat five meals a day, let alone a few dumplings.
Ye Ci didn't understand what he meant, and said frankly: "Yes, I can eat it. Four hours, the digestion is not good, it's almost done."
Like a straightforward alpha who doesn't understand romance.
Huo Tinglan laughed and forced the topic back on track. He leaned over and kissed Ye Ci on the lips: "Exercise with you for a bit? Wouldn't it help digestion better if you move?"
…
"Uncle Huo, please..."
"How come you forgot your name again?..."
New Year's Eve passed in joy and celebration.
The dawn of winter comes late, and at six in the morning, the sky is still gray. A dim warm light is on in the room. Ye Ci is half asleep, and the light confuses his sense of time. He still thinks it is night, and opens his eyelids for a moment, then closes them again in a daze.
He could feel Huo Tinglan fiddling with him, but he didn't take it seriously.
Huo Tinglan's energy in some aspects is no less than that of a teenage male high school student. It may even be a little more exaggerated due to years of abstinence... This kind of thing of being manipulated while sleeping happens occasionally.
However.
In fact, Huo Tinglan was just helping Ye Ci put on his clothes.
He had mentioned today's schedule before, but Ye Ci was sleeping so soundly that he obviously didn't remember it.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, they will go to the temple with Lin Yao and Huo Changyu to burn incense and pray.
In previous years, Lin Yao had always taken care of this kind of things. Huo Tinglan was a materialist and just followed Lin Yao's lead, but this year he suddenly changed his mind and became more active in this matter. Lin Yao said that the master asked them to leave from Huo's house at 6:30, so it was better to leave early than late. In previous years, Huo Tinglan would have thought it was unnecessary, but this year he did not object.
He dared not neglect anything that had anything to do with Ye Ci.
Ye Ci was fast asleep and at his mercy.
People always wear red during the New Year. A few days ago, Lin Yao had someone buy them each a set of bright red thermal underwear... that is, autumn clothes.
Last night, Ye Ci struggled with the bright red autumn clothes for a long time. His obedient and soft nature had a tug-of-war with his cool guy image, but he was defeated in the end.
I can't really wear it.
Although it is underwear and others can't see it, it's still embarrassing. What if I move too much and a big red spot comes out from the sleeves or trouser legs...
That would be a devastating blow to the self-esteem of an eighteen-year-old boy.
but…
If you wear something underneath your long underwear or long johns, no one will be able to tell what color it is.
There is also a small item in the bag of the autumn clothes.
New Year, new atmosphere. It is normal to change into new clothes from head to toe when going out on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
What bad intentions could Uncle Huo have
Huo Tinglan raised the corner of his lips in a wicked way. He unfolded the small piece of cloth, passed it through Ye Ci's legs, stretched it upwards and held it.
The smooth and round white contrasted sharply with the pure red. Perhaps it was because Lin Yao saw that Ye Ci was too thin and accidentally bought a piece that was too small. The fabric was tight, the fibers were stretched thin, and it had a delicate luster.
It didn't look as ridiculous as Ye Ci worried, but...
Huo Tinglan came back to his senses and called out in a deep voice, "Baby, get up and burn incense."
As he said this, he patted Ye Ci lightly.
Nearly a year had passed, and Ye Ci had gained a lot of weight compared to when he first moved into the Huo family.
But he has a tall and thin frame, so he still looks thin to the naked eye, until he is patted, and then he appears to be plump and fleshy.
"Really not getting up?"
Patted again.
"… "
Ye Ci was still sleeping in stubbornly.
This is very different from the Ye Ci who was so nervous when Huo Tinglan helped him put on socks.
Huo Tinglan sneered and continued to help him put on his clothes.
When he had even zipped up his jeans, Ye Ci finally struggled to get up, his eyes still sleepy, his hair sticking out in clumps, like a newly hatched bird.
"You have to go burn incense early on New Year's Day. I told you a few days ago." Huo Tinglan pinched the soft flesh on his cheek and looked at the watch. "I've helped you put on your clothes. I'll give you five minutes to wash your face and brush your teeth. Is that enough?"
“… Enough!” Ye Ci was startled, and felt himself up and down. Seeing that he was indeed dressed, he did not think much about it. He shook his head to cheer himself up, jumped onto the floor with a somersault, and rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
Having stayed up too late on New Year's Eve last night, and having done strenuous exercise before eating dumplings, Ye Ci was still drowsy when he got in the car. He rested his head on Huo Tinglan's shoulder and dozed off, with his hands naturally resting between his legs.
He washed dishes while working part-time two years ago. He had not even finished high school at the time, so he did not have many options. He was content to have a job. The conditions in the small restaurant were poor, but he did not dare to quit. In winter, the kitchen was damp and cold, and the plastic gloves were useless. His hands were stuffy for several hours, and when he took off the gloves, his ten fingers were often swollen and red like ten radishes. After washing dishes for several months, he developed a disease, and he would get sick in winter. His fingers would turn red, painful and itchy.
Last winter, he bought some ointment according to what he found online, and he didn't care whether it was useful or not, so he just applied it without thinking. This winter, the frozen parts of his hands were discovered by Huo Tinglan as soon as they showed some signs. He was taken to the hospital for several rounds of treatment and was prescribed some ointment to be applied regularly every day. He has been cured now, but Huo Tinglan is worried that the symptoms will recur, so he forced him to apply hand cream every morning and evening. Today, Ye Ci was in a hurry to go out, so he forgot to apply it.
Fortunately, Huo Tinglan had put a spare in the car.
When it comes to these details of life, he really is like a thoughtful and considerate "good uncle".
He unscrewed the tube of sweet almond-scented hand cream, squeezed some into his palm, then grabbed Ye Ci's hand and applied it on him.
The thin calluses on Ye Ci's palms from holding motorcycle handlebars and doing physical work had long disappeared. Over the past year, not only his personality but also his hands had been pampered. His skin was tender, and his joints and nails were a light pink, the color of lotus flowers, which easily aroused the alpha's sexual desire.
The two intertwined their fingers, and Huo Tinglan rubbed the back of Ye Ci's hand in an almost tender manner. The anti-chapped hand cream was very oily and sticky and difficult to absorb, and too much was applied, so it was constantly squeezed by the oily palm and the back of the hand, making slippery "gurgling" and "popping" sounds.
It sounds very romantic.
Ye Ci couldn't maintain his dozing state, his eyelashes half closed, and he looked at Huo Tinglan with a red face as he applied hand cream on him.
The atmosphere was charming. Based on his experience, Ye Ci felt that something might happen next. He subconsciously glanced at the privacy panels in the front and back rows. Just as he confirmed it, his hand was handcuffed on the leather seat.
The sound of chain teeth rubbing against each other and belt buckles being unfastened came from below.
Ye Ci held Huo Tinglan's wrist and whispered, "No, there are no clothes to change in the car."
"I know." Huo Tinglan curled his lips and asked knowingly, "I just want to see... what are you wearing today?"
Eighteen-year-old boys do get excited when they are casually flirted with by the person they like.
A round, fingernail-sized patch of dark red appeared in the bright red.
Ye Ci drank too much last night and went to the toilet in a daze in the early morning. He did not go in the morning. After Huo Tinglan dressed him up, he never took off his clothes. When he followed Huo Tinglan's line of sight, he was stunned.
The cool guy lost his integrity in his later years and finally got into a fight with the color red.
Ye Ci blushed, and he pulled at his belt desperately to dodge, and quickly fastened it.
After a moment of silence, Huo Tinglan commented leisurely: "Baby is dressed so festively."
"… "
Ye Ci held his chin stiffly and looked out the window.
He remembered that he was wearing white when he went to bed last night.
To be exact, his big drawer for small items is basically all white, you don't even need to remember it.
Recalling the scene in the morning when Huo Tinglan helped him put on his clothes...
Uncle Huo!
Still pretending here!!!
Huo Tinglan praised sincerely: "The little tiger is very cute."
Because it is the Year of the Tiger, there is a cartoon little tiger printed on the front.
The shame has doubled.
"Uncle Huo!" Ye Ci was so angry and ashamed that he wanted to hit someone. He rushed forward and covered Huo Tinglan's mouth, but Huo Tinglan took the opportunity to pull him into his arms and bullied him.
…
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the temple was crowded with pilgrims, and the inner courtyard where the incense burners were placed was filled with mist, but the quiet sandalwood scent was very pleasant and not choking.
Among the many thin incense sticks, the dragon head incense that Lin Yao ordered is particularly eye-catching.
Ye Ci had never been to the temple to burn incense, but he didn't resist it either. Out of respect, he knelt on the cushion and prayed. During the prayer, he nervously tugged at the back of his parka twice, fearing that if he bent too much, something red would be exposed. He was worried about this.
After completing the process of burning incense and praying, the group returned home.
Before leaving, Ye Ci received a silver amulet from the abbot of the temple. It was small, about the size of half of his little finger, with Sanskrit and lotus patterns engraved on it. It was said to be blessed, and in addition to blessing safety, it could also help people understand their nature and increase their wisdom. Ye Ci did not understand what Buddhist wisdom specifically meant, so he just understood it as improving academic performance and was willing to wear it.
The amulet was strung together with a red rope and had two small silver bells on it for decoration. Huo Tinglan carefully wrapped the red rope around it twice and tied it around Ye Ci's left wrist.
The red rope, silver ornaments and white wristbands, the colors are thrilling.
Huo Tinglan turned Ye Ci's palm over, bent down and kissed the inside of his wrist.
"Uncle Huo..." Ye Ci called out halfway, then changed his words awkwardly, "Ting Lan."
"What's wrong, baby?" Huo Tinglan sneered.
"It seems like you believe in this quite a lot." Ye Ci watched him tie the red string and chatted casually, "You got up so early, you must be praying for the gods."
"Not really." Huo Tinglan stroked the small silver pendant with his fingertips and smiled gently, "I only believe in things related to you."
The warmth from the fingertips seemed to warm into his heart along the small silver pendant. Ye Ci's eyes trembled slightly, and he rushed forward and hugged Huo Tinglan.
There are no other arrangements on the first day of the Chinese New Year except dinner, so you can do whatever you want.
The younger generation of the Huo family wanted to curry favor with Ye Ci and serve him well. The young masters and young ladies raised by such a rich and powerful family with many generations of inheritance were well-educated and well-mannered. They had to have a good relationship with Huo Tinglan's bedmate.
The weather was too cold, and outdoor sports were just asking for trouble. Someone had originally suggested accompanying Ye Ci to swim in the manor's indoor swimming pool, but after thinking about the unreasonable possessiveness of the A+ alpha, they felt that it might backfire, so they gave up. The group of half-grown children discussed it over and over, and finally decided to persuade Ye Ci to play games, which was the safest choice.
"What does little uncle usually play?" Huo Tinglan's nephew Huo Wenyu was chosen to play against Ye Ci. He is a rare "unfilial descendant" in the Huo family. His academic performance is a mess. He skips school all day long and trains hard in winter and summer to embark on the road of e-sports.
Those ignorant kids in the Huo family thought Huo Wenyu was the first choice to "play chess with the emperor". He knew how to win and lose and advance and retreat in moderation, so even if he gave Ye Ci a chance, it would not be noticed.
"I don't usually play games." Ye Ci took the controller and dialed it twice with great interest.
The Huo residence is equipped with all kinds of game consoles, but Ye Ci is unable to complete all the exercises, so he has no time to play games.
"Then just pick one," Huo Wenyu said confidently, "I can do any of them."
Ye Ci flipped through the cassette and smiled shyly: "How about racing?"
It was a newly launched racing game, which claimed that the scene quality and driving feel were so delicate that they were indistinguishable from the real thing. Players could even smell the graphics card burning while playing...
"Okay, come on." Huo Wenyu moved his wrist handsomely.
In the first game, Ye Ci, who worked hard to study the buttons and joystick, was completely defeated by Huo Wenyu.
In the second game, Huo Wenyu, who was in the sea, barely tied with Ye Ci.
In the third game, Huo Wenyu realized that the situation had changed halfway through his game and closed the gate urgently, but he still lost badly.
…
"I'm going to be serious, little uncle." Huo Wenyu gradually lost face and didn't care about trying to make Ye Ci happy. He planned to play a game with all his strength.
As he finished speaking, when he was overtaking, Ye Ci in front of him made a confusing left-right swing, causing him to be shaken off the track and knocking away a row of virtual spectators.
Huo Wenyu: “…”
Huo Wenyu got excited and rolled up his sleeves: "Uncle, if you try to play this kind of dirty trick, I won't hold back."
Is this considered shady
Ye Ci raised the corners of his lips, vaguely revealing some of the demeanor that dominated the Fengchi racing field a year ago, and said concisely: "Don't stay."
…
Game x, European town track.
Huo Wenyu was forced by Ye Ci to accelerate onto the acceleration strip at a time when he shouldn't have accelerated, and flew into the sky. The Aston Martin was stuck on the spire of the church and couldn't come down due to a bug.
Game x+1, Hawaii Bay Circuit.
Huo Wenyu was swept into the sea by Ye Ci's drift and tail swing, and came face to face with the great white shark.
Inning x+2…
"Little! Uncle! Uncle!!!"
Huo Wenyu’s heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the main building, and his e-sports dream was shattered on New Year’s Day.
The half-grown children who were watching had long forgotten that they had invited Ye Ci to play games in order to build relationships. After all, they were young people, and gradually the intimacy turned into true admiration. They were eager to fight, and they chased away Huo Wenyu, who had lost his dream and was paralyzed into mud, to compete with Ye Ci, from racing to fighting to shooting. Ye Ci's brain speed and hand speed were ridiculous. No matter what he played, he would start killing people after he was familiar with the operation. The whole main building could only hear the noise of these children.
The group of people played from noon until dinner time. Ye Ci exchanged WeChat messages with them and promised to take them flying after the college entrance examination.
Having slept too little yesterday, Ye Ci began to feel sleepy after eating. He went back to his room with Huo Tinglan to rest before nine o'clock.
The short-legged cat seemed to have recognized Ye Ci. As soon as the two of them lay down, it started to scratch the door with a coquettish cry. Ye Ci asked Huo Tinglan for permission, stuffed the cat into the quilt, and fell asleep while hugging the soft, cloud-like thing.
I don’t know why, maybe it was because of the heavy study pressure during this period, Ye Ci had a dream with a very sad tone.
The colors in the dream seemed to be absorbed by a sponge. The saturation was low, and the images and sounds were also chaotic and unclear. It was like an old silent film, or like some extremely old and vague memories salvaged from the depths of the sea of consciousness.
When he opened his eyes dazedly, Ye Ci only remembered these.
I had a sad dream, but I can't remember the specific plot at all. The only clear scene was that when I was about to wake up, a big hand reached out from somewhere, warm and powerful, dispelling all the cold and gloom. The originally gloomy dream was suddenly full of colors, and the world was bright and brilliant.
"Hmm..."
Ye Ci fumbled for the cell phone from under the pillow.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The musky cat clung to his side, purring in a soothing manner, with a fleshy paw resting on his chest.
Ye Ci's actions startled it, and it coquettishly nudged its furry head into Ye Ci's arms.
Huo Tinglan sat on the side leaning against a pillow, handling official business on his notebook.
"Uncle Huo..." Ye Ci nudged him with his head. He had just woken up and his speech was not clear. "I seem to be having a nightmare. Hold me, hold me."
"What did you dream about?" Huo Tinglan saved a file and put down the computer.
"I forgot that, too."
A confident answer.
"Forgot?"
Huo Tinglan burst out laughing.
"I just remember it was very, very scary... Fortunately, you held me back in the end."
“… Well, baby is not afraid.”
Huo Tinglan took Ye Ci's hand tied with a red rope and held him in his arms.
"I am here."
The warm feeling spreads in this small space.
It's the New Year again.
Spring Festival Extra
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