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It was almost 10 o'clock when I got home.
The villa was brightly lit, and the courtyard and porch were decorated with festive decorations. Fang Ming and several domestic helpers were waiting at the gate to greet them early.
"Sir, madam, welcome home."
Upon hearing the title "Madam", the tips of Xia Yang's ears quietly turned red.
In the past, he would have only thought it was fun and would not have been involved in it at all, but now, for some reason, he suddenly started to feel shy.
I feel like my skin is no longer as thick as it used to be.
Others couldn't tell that he was shy, but Han Yi focused his pink ears into his eyes. He raised his arms and put a gentle hug around his waist, as if to comfort him.
Fang Ming came over at this moment: "Sir, the midnight snack is ready, bean paste buns, salad, spring rolls, crab meat porridge."
They are all Xia Yang likes to eat.
Han Yi tilted his head and put his palms on his waist: "Would you like something to eat?"
"Well..." This is a difficult decision.
Xia Yang hesitated while swallowing his saliva. After hesitating for a few seconds, he shook his head decisively as if he had made a lot of determination, "If you still can't, eat as much meat as you want."
Inexplicably, I started to pay attention to body management.
Han Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be a faint and imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth: "This is not like your style."
Xia Yang: "..."
"Are you really not going to eat?"
"No." The determined figure manager turned his head directly.
"Okay, let's go upstairs and rest."
The two of them walked side by side, heels on heels, from the living room all the way up the stairs. The warmth from Han Yi's hands was transmitted to Xia Yang's body through his clothes.
The two new young helpers downstairs looked at it with envy: "Wow, Mr. and Mrs. have to stick to each other when they go upstairs. This is so affectionate that they can't stop!"
"..." Xia Yang's feet trembled and she almost missed the step.
The strength on his waist suddenly tightened.
Turning his head to look into Han Yi's dark eyes, he coughed, adjusted his steps and started again. As he continued to go upstairs, he lowered his voice and said, "Well, they... seem to be looking at us."
"Well," Han Yi's voice was calm, "Are you still afraid of looking at them? Or do you feel uncomfortable with their gazes."
"No, that's not the case," Xia Yang lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "The main thing is that you suddenly seem to have changed. You are no longer cold and aloof, and you are no longer restrained. Will they think that I did something to you?" ”
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "No."
This night, Xia Yang didn't sleep well, her mind was in a mess, and it was already early in the morning when she actually fell asleep. He was also restless in his dreams, one after another, as if there was a man he was familiar with in each dream.
Early the next morning, Han Yi's knock on the door woke him up.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a man standing in front of his bed, seemingly holding something in his hand.
"Happy New Year." Han Yi lowered his eyes and looked at his face, his tone was the same as usual. Xia Yang rubbed his sleepy eyes and said "Happy New Year". The unnaturalness after the relationship between the two deteriorated slightly faded away. .
"What's that in your hand?" His eyes dropped, and he noticed that what the other person was holding seemed to be a small booklet, square and covered with a creamy white crust.
"Could it be the diary you wrote?" He asked with his eyes slightly widened.
The scene in the idol drama where the male protagonist reads the diary to the female protagonist flashed through my mind. It was tear-jerking and touching. The heroine started to shed tears before she finished listening.
If Mr. Han also wants to use this earthy method...
"It's not a diary." Han Yi's voice reached his ears, interrupting his endless reverie and making him slightly relieved.
Too.
Who can keep a diary
"It's "1xxx Things CP Must Do"." Han Yi said while flipping through the book.
Xia Yang: "..."
The air he just exhaled was breathed back in again.
"1xxx Things a CP Must Do" became a hit on the Internet some time ago. It depicts the romantic little things between lovers in the form of a handbook. Some well-known bloggers have also turned this handbook into a guide for chasing people.
"You, you actually have this, are you serious!" He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief and exclaimed.
"I never joke about important things," Han Yi said, "like dating."
Xia Yang: "!"
Dating!
As expected, Boss Han is very efficient in his work. He just said yesterday that he would pursue him, and today he put it on the agenda.
He is truly a man capable of great things!
Before he could say anything else, the booklet had been stuffed into his hand.
"Turn a page," Han Yi looked down at him, his tone soothing and gentle, "Whatever you turn is what you will do on today's date."
Xia Yang took the book and was stunned, rubbing the title page with her fingertips, but did not turn over it in a hurry.
At a certain moment, he thought of something.
"But if I'm not lucky and something indescribable comes out, then... should I do it or not."
"..." Han Yi admired his brain circuit, closed his eyes, and pinched his eyebrows, "If there are indescribable things like you said, this book will most likely be banned."
"Oh, that's right, that's right." Xia Yang thought he was right.
It can become popular on the Internet and be favored by bloggers. The main tone must be in line with the mainstream values of a socialist harmonious society.
With this thought, he felt relieved, inserted his fingers into the booklet, and flipped a page from the middle.
When my eyes fell, I saw it read: The 69th little thing CP must do is to go to the temple to make wishes and pray for blessings.
"Okay," Han Yi nodded, "It's suitable for the first date of the new year."
Xia Yang looked up at him with a smile on his lips. He also feels that he is pretty lucky. Compared with other "adventures in a haunted house", "bathing each other", "writing a letter and reading it to each other", praying in the temple is neither embarrassing nor difficult. They are big and can play happily together.
After breakfast, the two came out of the villa together. Xia Yang wore a white short down jacket, and Han Yi wore a black one, which looked like a couple's jacket.
The weather is slightly cold today and the wind is a bit stiff, but the sky is clear and the sun is warm. When it shines on people's heads and bodies, they will feel very happy.
The door opened and Han Yi got into the cab. Xia Yang originally opened the door of the back seat of the car, but when she turned around and saw it, she couldn't help but be startled. She closed the door again and sat in the passenger seat.
"Huh? Why did you drive yourself today? Didn't you bring a driver?" He asked with some confusion.
"No more," Han Yi pulled on the seat belt and fastened it, and put his fingers on the steering wheel. "It's our first date. We don't like people waiting to disturb us."
Xia Yang; "..."
Xia Yang: "!"
I'm curious, is this still the Han Yi he knows
Either the big ice sculpture is uncivilized, but once it is civilized it will hit the ground running!
I was amazed.
There wasn't much traffic on the road. After driving for half an hour, the car drove into a resort area on the outskirts of City A. The temple was in this scenic area, surrounded by mountains.
Xia Yang put on her hat, sunglasses and mask, got out of the car fully equipped, and walked up the mountain along the plank road with Han Yi.
After walking for about ten minutes, I suddenly heard a young couple talking behind me.
"Otherwise... let's not go."
"Ah? Why are you here?"
"Oops, I suddenly remembered that someone said that couples who go to temples are prone to breaking up. It's very metaphysical, but it's true. I'm scared. Aren't you afraid..."
This sentence floated into her eardrums, Xia Yang's body stiffened, and she subconsciously stopped.
"What's wrong?" Han Yi noticed something strange about the people around him and turned to look at him.
"Let me tell you a ghost story," Xia Yang relayed to him the metaphysics he had just heard, and his expression became extremely serious, "... Couples will break up after going to the temple. It's so scary."
"Oh," Han Yi saw the solemn look on his face and raised his eyebrows slightly, "So couples are not recommended to go to the temple, right?" He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "couple".
Xia Yang: "..."
Damn it, why did he become so stupid
He and Han Yi were not lovers, so why did they pretend to be so careless
"Oh no, that..."
His lips moved numbly, not knowing how to continue speaking. At this moment, Han Yi's warm hand was placed on his shoulder, and the magnetic voice hit his eardrums.
"Buddha's blessing to the right person, this kind of "metaphysics" is not our turn, so we don't need to think too much."
The hot breath fell on the side of Xia Yang's face, like thin vines sprouting, wrapping around the tip of his heart, gently pulling out the throbbing, soft and stirring like clouds in the sky.
…
After climbing the mountain for twenty minutes, the temple stood in front of us. Surrounded by peaks, pines and bamboos are luxuriant. The architecture is magnificent, and the sculptures and murals in the temple are elegant and exquisite.
Two tangled ancient trees were planted in the courtyard. The trees were covered with wishing signs. The mountain wind blew by, and the red ties danced in the gaps between the branches.
Open fires are not allowed in the temple. There are free incense on both sides of the door. At this moment, there are only a few people offering incense to pray for blessings. Xia Yang quickly took the incense and came over and said seriously to Han Yi: "On the way here just now , I specially checked the wish-making formula of this temple, you have to say silently in your heart, who am I, where do I come from, and hope that the following wishes will be realized."
"Well," Han Yi nodded, faced the temple, looked straight ahead, followed what Teacher Xia just taught, held the incense and said, "I am Han Yi, I am from City A, and I hope to realize the following three wishes... "
"Hey, wait, wait," Xia Yang quickly touched his arm and stopped him. "You have to recite it silently in your heart. You can't say it out loud."
"Recite silently, I'm afraid the Buddha won't hear it." Han Yi said, "These wishes of mine are very important."
Xia Yang: "."
He wanted to say something more, but Han Yi had turned his head and continued what he had just left unfinished.
"The person next to me is called Xia Yang, and he is a person with a special relationship with me. Next, the three wishes I want to make are all related to him."
"First, I hope he is healthy; second, I hope he is happy; third," Han Yi paused for a moment and cleared his throat to make his voice sound clearer and clearer. "Third, I hope he will be here soon." In the future, he can also like me, just like I like him."
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