The end of the year is approaching, the temperature is plummeting, and it is so cold that if you say a word, you will let out a foggy chill, but it just doesn't snow. It always makes people feel unworthy of being cold.
Wen Yan's blood was strong, and everyone else was wearing jackets. He was wearing only a gray v-neck thin sweater jacket and swayed around the living room. Jin Heng came out of the bathroom to wash, and when he passed by, he touched his abdominal muscles, and then he took it back.
Wen Yan instinctively bent over to avoid, feeling a little embarrassed: "Hey—"
What a hooligan.
Jin Heng twisted his fingertips: "I just see if you are cold."
Wen Yan thought not to explain, the explanation is to cover up, did he come out to practice his abdominal muscles just to touch Jin Heng? Pulling the clothes down, he was showing off on purpose: "Tsk, do you want to go out and do some New Year's goods?"
He saw that everyone else seemed to be holding New Year's goods.
Jin Heng looked at him a little strangely: "Are you sure?"
There are only two of them, and when they go out to buy things, it's not called a New Year's gift, it's called a grain store.
Wen Yan was just following along anyway, commonly known as having nothing to do. After thinking for a moment, he simply said neatly: "Let's go, get dressed and go out to avoid traffic jams at noon. Anyway, there's nothing to eat at home."
Jin Heng could only agree.
During the Chinese New Year, the bustling and bustling city is more common, but after the extreme liveliness, it is deserted. A group of people left, a group of people poured in.
Wen Yan and Jin Heng took a taxi to the largest shopping mall nearby. He actually wanted to ride a motorcycle, but in the winter, there was a cerebral thrombosis that couldn't be done for a long time, so Jin Heng refused directly.
"It's hot."
Wen Yan was sweating from the heating in the mall, and took off his jacket directly, revealing his strong figure. He picked up a cart and said generously, "Choose whatever you want."
People who didn't know Jin Heng thought he was worth hundreds of millions. I strolled around the snack area a few times, picked up a few bags of potato chips, and grabbed some dried fruit snacks. Wen Yan is much more pragmatic and buys all frozen food.
Jin Heng glanced at the frozen dumplings in the shopping cart: "Are you going to eat this during the Chinese New Year?"
Wen Yan used to be alone during the New Year, and no elders in the family taught him this, so his eyes were confused: "Is it important to eat during the New Year?"
"It's nothing special," Jin Heng patted his head, "how to eat as much as you want."
Wen Yan thought that it would be a pity, he couldn't cook, and Jin Heng didn't seem to know much. At that time, the restaurants were closed, and they could only eat instant noodles at home. Just as he was about to say more snacks, Jin Heng went to the seafood area to pick some fish and shrimp back.
Wen Yan's eyelids jumped: "Do you want to eat this?"
Jin Heng is not a person who does not touch the spring water with his ten fingers, otherwise he would drink the northwest wind so many years ago: "Steamed and eaten with vinegar."
This is simple, it sounds like there is no technical content, and the New Year's Eve can't be free of meat and fishy.
The two walked around for another half an hour, barely grabbing a promotional New Year gift box under the hands of a bunch of uncles and aunts, and then went to the checkout in large and small bags.
During this period, Jin Heng went to the bathroom, and it took a long time to come back. Wen Yan sat on the bench and waited for him, with Erlang's legs crossed and a black English alphabet baseball cap on his head. Seeing that he finally came back, he lifted his eyelids: "I thought you fell into the pit."
Jin Heng pulled the zipper of his jacket to his neck and put his hands in his pockets: "Then why don't you go fetch me?"
Wen Yan carried the shopping bag and cut it: "I didn't open Haidilao."
The street was very lively, but because everyone was preparing to go home for the New Year, it suddenly seemed deserted. The red couplets, the red lanterns, the red blessing characters.
After Wen Yan got home, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook. However, the fish and shrimp that Jin Heng picked were tenacious, and they were still thumping in the bag, struggling desperately. Suddenly, he jumped up and jumped directly into the pool, making a loud crackling sound.
Jin Heng frowned, thinking about how to solve it, but when he saw Wen Yan grabbing the fish's tail, he simply and rudely swiped it on the chopping board, knocking it unconscious.
Of course, with the strength of Wen Yan's fighting for many years, it is also possible to die.
"That's enough." Wen Yan said.
The shrimp is okay, just wash the shrimp line and it's fine. It's just that the fish is a little troublesome to handle, and the two of them scrambled around, barely able to clean the internal organs.
Jin Heng is obsessed with cleanliness, he frowned for a moment: "It seems a little fishy."
Wen Yan couldn't breathe: "It's fucking fishy!"
The emotion he expresses in his words and sentences has always been so strong that he can add the word "fuck" to everything.
Jin Heng smiled inexplicably, but the curvature of his lips disappeared too quickly, making it too late to capture. Wen Yan cut the onion, ginger, and garlic, followed the recipes on the Internet step by step, and with Jin Heng checking for leaks and filling the gaps, several dishes were also done in a decent manner.
Time is always fast. They got home at noon, and when they finished cooking, it was already a sunset scene outside. Because the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is too great, the water marks on the glass windows meander, reflecting a foggy and finely broken light. The orange-red, blue-purple gradient transitions, and the color is swallowed up by the dark blue sky background.
The electronic billboards outside light up one by one, and the streets are cold.
Jin Heng watched for a moment, looked away, and turned on the TV. All programs without exception are celebrating the Spring Festival Gala. The bright red background makes the originally quiet living room a little more popular.
Wen Yan came out with dishes, boiled shrimp, braised fish, a large plate of dumplings, and a few bottles of drinks from the supermarket. There was no elders to help in this family, and a few simple dishes took most of the time of these two and a half young people, but no one felt it was simple.
It was the first time for Wen Yan to celebrate the Chinese New Year in earnest. Looking at the dishes on the table, he always felt that there were fewer dishes than when he went out to eat out: "Would you like to make a few more dishes?"
Jin Heng poured the vinegar into the plate: "It's enough to eat, I can't finish it if I make too much."
After he finished speaking, he first picked up a chopstick and tasted the fish and meat, and then said in Wen Yan's staring eyes, "It's good."
Wen Yan dubiously took a sip, but unexpectedly found that it was not unpleasant, and said in his heart that there was no sense of accomplishment, it was false: "It's the first time I've made fish."
Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, Jin Heng praised him: "It's amazing."
There was a sketch show on the TV, and the two of them had a meal while watching the actors make fun. For the first time in their lives, they felt the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year. When the night was completely dark, there were several sounds of fireworks bursting from the outside, which could not be heard through the window.
Wen Yan stopped his chopsticks: "It seems like someone set off fireworks?"
Jin Heng asked, "Want to see it?"
He got up, opened the window, and a cold snap suddenly hit the warm interior, which made people feel refreshed. Wen Yan walked to the window, and unexpectedly saw fireworks bursting in mid-air, with the city's tall buildings as the background, dazzling and illuminating the night sky.
Wen Yan is completely out of touch with the romantic thing of watching fireworks. He is standing on the edge of the window sill, which is very strange. Especially when Jin Heng hugged him from behind, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a strange emotion grew silently.
Jin Heng rested his chin on his shoulder, and his body temperature was continuously transmitted to him, his voice was low: "Is it cold?"
Wen Yan didn't understand why he asked this, so he said slowly, "...It's not cold."
Jin Heng didn't know why, but he suddenly sighed with a smile that was not a smile. Just as Wen Yan was about to ask something, his neck suddenly warmed, and he was surrounded by a pure black scarf, with a decorative letter mark in the lower right corner.
"Come around if it's not cold," Jin Heng said, "Wen Yan, happy new year."
This is their first new year together in this life.
Wen Yan stared blankly at the scarf around his neck, and realized that it was a New Year's gift. Instinctively straightened up, a little helpless, turned to look at Jin Heng: "When did you buy it?"
Jin Heng arranged the scarf for him, thinking that this color suits him very well: "Buy it as soon as you buy it, does it matter when you buy it?"
Wen Yan thought that it was too early for you to send it, leaving him unprepared. I don't know why, but suddenly pushed Jin Heng away and said, "Wait a moment."
Wen Yan quickly walked into the bedroom and pulled out a red envelope that had been prepared a long time ago from the closet. The heavy one didn't know how much money was stuffed, and it was bulging. He put it in his pocket, made up his mind, and then went out.
Jin Heng stood by the window waiting for him, without asking anything, with a smile that was not a smile.
Wen Yan let out a low cough, pulled his hand over, and slapped the red envelope in his pocket: "New Year's gift."
It was originally intended to be delivered at twelve o'clock in the evening, but who knew that Jin Heng was so fast.
This red envelope is so heavy that it can't be sealed tightly. Jin Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his eyes, and found that it was full of money: "What is this?"
"Money," Wen Yan said naturally, "New Year's money."
Jin Heng laughed inexplicably, Wen Yan considered himself an elder of what age, he probably counted: "More than ten thousand, where did you get so much money?"
Wen Yan corrected him: "It's not ten thousand, it's nine thousand nine."
What a good meaning.
Jin Heng: "Where did you come from?"
Wen Yan took it with one stroke: "I earned it."
Even if he goes out to work now, it will cost him more than 3,000 a month. The money has been accumulated for a long time. If you don't count Wen Siwan's living expenses, it's no exaggeration to say that Wen Yan stuffed all the money from the bottom of the box.
That's how he treats a person well, without being stingy, without scruples.
Jin Heng felt that the money in his hand was a little lost.
Wen Yan asked him, "Don't you like it?"
Somewhat apprehensive.
Jin Heng didn't say a word, stretched out his hand to embrace him, and after a long time said, "I like it."
Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time was a little proud, he just said, giving money is the most realistic. Before he could say anything, a slight kiss suddenly fell on the tip of his ear, dense and hot, and gradually drifted to the lips.
Wen Yan met Jin Heng's deep gaze, and his breath was inexplicably suffocated. Fingertips grabbed his shoulders unconsciously, closed his eyes and kissed back. The back is against the cool glass window, and the fireworks are blooming behind him, and the profile of the side face is blurred.
Jin Heng pushed him against the wall, feeling violent. Wen Yan even felt a little pain from his kiss, and when he was getting better, he urged in a hoarse voice, "Go to bed."
Jin Heng kissed so deeply, I don't know if he heard it or not. Wen Yan could only turn against the guest, grabbed him and pulled him to the bedroom. The clothes were gone, and only the solid-colored scarf was still loosely wrapped.
Like a rope that represents fate, tightly tying the two of them together.
Wen Yan raised his head, the fragile Adam's apple was exposed to the air, he slowly clasped the back of Jin Heng's head, moved his lips silently, and suddenly said three words in his ear: "I love you..."
Sincere and simple, etched and unforgettable.
Jin Heng's movements were abrupt, and then he slowly continued what he had not done just now. He kissed Wen Yan's hair, eyebrows, nose, lips, and finally the earlobe. After a long time, he whispered, "Me too..."
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