Zhuang Yiyun fell asleep very late, and did not wake up immediately after being kicked by Yan Yan. He rubbed the painful spot in a half-asleep state and muttered "Good morning".
Yan Yan directly pulled off his blanket. No matter who started it first, he took the initiative to ask, "Who told you to hug me?"
"This bed is only 1.5 meters." The implication is that the bed is too narrow and it is normal to squeeze together while sleeping.
Zhuang Yiyun said as he turned over and lay down. The sudden big bump made Yan Yan's eyelids twitch.
"Then why are you poking me!"
Zhuang Yiyun narrowed his eyes slightly and woke up completely. He stopped massaging his legs and turned his head to look at Yan Yan who was sitting next to him. He was wearing pure white pajamas, which were soft and light, making him look a little softer. If it weren't for his fierce tone, he would have looked like he used to pretend to be good.
"How did I poke it?"
Zhuang Yiyun's tone was light, and although he was lying down while Yan Yan was sitting, he had a sense of superiority and control. His eyes slid from Yan Yan's face to his waist and hips, and then asked, "Where did you poke?"
Yan Yan's heartbeat was soaring when he was looked at by him, and he glared at him fiercely. If he had dared to say such words before, he would have pounced on the man on the spot, but he just didn't say it before. Now that he was weak, he didn't know why this man became so coquettish. He didn't know if he was a straight man who was being flirted with without knowing it.
Yan Yan chanted the Buddha's name and remembered the "wife" he called her last time... Forget it, he didn't respond even when this person called him wife.
"roll."
Zhuang Yiyun was not angry when he was beaten, and being scolded seemed normal to him. Instead, he smiled faintly. Then he sat up and changed his clothes as if nothing had happened.
Yan Yan: “…”
Can't lose, isn't it just a man's morning thing
So Yan Yan also got up and changed his clothes as if nothing had happened. They were back to back so Yan Yan didn't see that when he took off his pajamas, Zhuang Yiyun, who was fastening his belt, looked back at him for a long time. His eyes were cold and hot, like a lion licking its prey.
The house is small, and the others heard it as soon as the two of them left the room. Yan Ximing was putting side dishes on the table, and Qian Ruqing was busy in the kitchen. They greeted each other, and when they were about to wash up, they were stopped by Yan Ximing.
"Qingqing, the children are up, please stop for a while."
Qian Ruqing responded, turned off the fire and came out of the kitchen. She took off her apron and put it on the dining chair, took out two big red envelopes from her pocket and handed them to the two people.
"In the new year, move forward bravely, don't be timid, don't look back, mom and dad will always love you. Now that you two are gone, you must support each other."
Zhuang Yiyun was stunned. The red envelope stuffed into his hand still carried the body temperature of Yan Yan's mother. It was not thick, but it was as warm as the warmth from his mother that he had longed for countless times but never got.
Yan Yan took it and said, "Thank you, Mom, and Happy New Year," and then opened the red envelope as usual. His mother would pack a lucky number every year, and he would see what the number was this year.
Seeing that Zhuang Yiyun didn't take it, Qian Ruqing stuffed it into his hand again and said, "Xiaoyun, take it. It's New Year's money."
"Do I have one, too?"
"Even though I'm an adult, I'm still a child in my parents' hearts." Qian Ruqing smiled gently.
Although Zhuang Yiyun had never called her "Mom", this did not prevent her from feeling more and more close to him and his admiration. It was strange that he was a child with a cold temper, never acted like a spoiled child, and had long passed the childhood stage, but he gave her a childlike pure and sincere admiration.