On the morning of thirty, when Shen Shiyan woke up, the room was still dark. He dragged the quilt to cover his nose, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, staring at the dark ceiling for a while.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Shiyan felt that his body was a little stiff, so he turned over and turned to lie facing Meng Xintang. Meng Xintang seemed to have slept more familiarly than usual today, but he didn't react at all to Shen Shiyan's slow movements. Shen Shiyan planned to sleep for a while, but after seeing Meng Xintang's face, he didn't want to sleep anymore. Fortunately, there is this time to kill, so that he can quietly watch him fall asleep this morning.
Suddenly there was a loud noise from outside the window, and the sleeping man fought, and before he lifted his heavy eyelids, he reached out and covered Shen Shiyan's ears. Shen Shiyan looked at Meng Xintang frowning, opened his eyes, and smiled.
"woke up?"
"Well," Meng Xintang cleared his throat and rubbed the hand over Shen Shiyan's ear again, "Have you woken up long ago?"
"It's been a while." Seeing Meng Xintang rubbing his ears, Shen Shiyan asked, "Are you scared?"
"Fortunately, this 'alarm' is a bit strong." Meng Xintang laughed, then moved closer to Shen Shiyan, hugged him, and pressed his forehead affectionately, "Morning."
"morning."
This whole day, the two of them lived as leisurely as early morning. Shen Shiyan made up his mind to have a good time on the New Year's Eve, so the lunch was kept simple, and Meng Xintang cooked two simple dishes at noon. After dinner, Meng Xintang began to prepare the menu for the evening. Shen Shiyan was busy in the kitchen for a while, and felt that there was really nothing to intervene, so he went back to the house to make arrangements. He also just took a vacation, and he didn't have time to prepare before. The house was still bare, and there was no festive color.
Shen Shiyan went to the cabinet and took out a few pieces of red paper, ready to cut a few window grilles. I just sat down in front of the desk with scissors in hand, but I felt cold and overcast. He looked around and saw that there were just a few squares of sunlight coming in from the window in the center of the room.
When Meng Xintang came into the room and wanted to ask Shen Shiyan's opinion on the practice of fish, he saw a very low table in the middle of the room. Shen Shiyan sat on the small bench beside him, cutting the red paper in his hand. A small red horn that was cut off floated down, broke into two petals, and landed on the small square table.
"Can you still cut paper?"
There was only one bench beside the table, Meng Xintang walked over to Shen Shiyan, bent down and squatted down, carefully watching the back and forth on his hands.
"I learned something from my mother before."
Meng Xintang picked up the scraps of paper on the table, turned it over and asked, "You just cut it directly, don't you need to trace the pattern?"
"I know a few patterns. After so many years, I have already cut them." Shen Shiyan unfolded the window grille that had already been formed in his hand, pinched the two corners, and held it in front of Meng Xintang, "Just make do with stickers."
"It's beautiful." Meng Xintang said sincerely.
The round frame is engraved with auspicious patterns. Through the hollows, you can also see the paper-cutters behind. This made Meng Xintang suddenly understand that the picture in front of him probably depicts the meaning of the new year.
Auspiciousness and love engrave endless hope.
Shen Shiyan's fingers holding the paper were just plated with bright light, as if they had been adjusted for transparency, making them more beautiful than usual. Meng Xintang reached out and touched his cool knuckles, tilted his head and said, "You are whiter than summer."
"It will be white in winter." Shen Shiyan said, spread the window grille on the table, and began to fold a piece of paper.
"I still want to have white skin," Meng Xintang stretched out his hand and looked at it, "I don't think I've turned white in winter."
Shen Shiyan smiled: "You're not black. In fact, I used to think I was pretty white, but I didn't know what really white was until I saw Shen Xihui."
Meng Xintang listened, paused for two seconds, and then moved his eyes from his hands to Shen Shiyan's face. His eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't tell what emotion he wanted to express. Then he raised his hand and touched his nose and said, "You seem to have praised Shen Xihui many times."
Shen Shiyan had just picked up the scissors, but when he heard this, he put it back on the table in a funny way, squinting, and approaching Meng Xintang's eyes.
"You shouldn't be... jealous."
"It seems so," Meng Xintang confessed, and felt that he was outrageously stingy, "Very naive?"
"Very childish." Shen Shiyan nodded. "But it means that you are in love. Don't worry, I am very picky. I look at the world and want to spend New Year's Eve together, and you are the only one."
This next window grille, Shen Shiyan actually cut it for half an hour, and always started chatting with Meng Xintang while cutting it, and when he cut it with a smile, he almost cut it in the wrong direction. It's almost New Year's, and I'm a little overjoyed.
This day's New Year's Eve seemed to be coming very fast. Meng Xintang felt that before the two of them said a few serious words, the sky had already darkened, and the lights of thousands of houses had already turned on. last moment. Meng Xintang likes to ask Shen Shiyan's opinions when cooking, such as asking him what kind of spare ribs he wants to eat, whether he prefers celery with a higher heat or smaller, and whether shredded potatoes should be spicy, Shen Shiyan's answer is none. The exceptions are "listen to you".
After going back and forth several times, Meng Xintang finally put down the shovel and turned around: "Don't listen to me."
Shen Shiyan leaned aside and said with a chuckle, "But I have always adhered to the principle that people who don't cook are not qualified to ask for what they are given."
This remark made Meng Xintang digest for a while, because he had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. In the past, every time she cooked for Meng Xinchu, the girl would have a series of requests and comments. He smiled and sighed, raised his chin slightly, looked at Shen Shiyan and shook his head, seriously refuting his words of seeking maximum peace.
"I don't agree. I'm making it for you. Of course, it must be all according to your preferences, and only you are qualified to ask."
After Shen Shiyan heard this, he didn't move anywhere, only blinked his eyes and smiled deeper.
"Let's make mutton fried with spring onions."
The menu finally became Shen Shiyan's hand-picked, and in addition to the job of the jukebox, Shen Shiyan found himself a job serving dishes and running errands. Usually, Meng Xintang just put the dish on the plate, and Shen Shiyan immediately reached out and brought the steaming dish to the table. He was proactive and performed well. But he inevitably has times when his estimates are not accurate. For example, he just picked up a plate of eggplant and turned around and took two steps, when Meng Xintang repeatedly stopped him.
"Hey, come back, and sprinkle minced garlic."
When the dishes were finished, Shen Shiyan began to rummage for the remote control. He hardly watches TV at home, and the remote control has long been forgotten where it is. I finally found the remote control hidden in the crack of the sofa and turned on the TV, but there was no one for a long time. Standing behind him, Meng Xintang looked at the words displayed on the TV, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm in arrears."
"Hey, blame me," Shen Shiyan turned off the TV, "I also said that watching the Spring Festival Gala dinner is more atmospheric."
Meng Xintang laughed twice, took out the remote control in his hand and put it on the table: "There is an atmosphere even if you don't look at it, just right, eat the New Year's Eve dinner seriously."
Meng Xintang came tonight according to the standard of a luxurious dinner. Shen Shiyan made great efforts to buy ingredients. Meng Xintang couldn't let it go, so he always insisted on making as much as he ate, but this time he made double the amount. vegetable.
"There's a lot of food today, so you can eat more." Meng Xintang poured wine for the two of them, "Are you losing weight again?"
"I'm obviously getting fat." Shen Shiyan said, and stretched out his arms in front of Meng Xintang, "You squeeze."
"Really?" Meng Xintang laughed a few times, stretched out and squeezed Shen Shiyan's arm, "I don't feel it, it means that the fat is not obvious. Besides, I always think you should eat more."
Shen Shiyan stunned and commented: "Blind."
"No." Meng Xintang nodded in agreement.
After the two finished laughing, Meng Xintang raised his glass. His eyes met, but suddenly there was no toast, the glass stopped in the bright light, and the person who raised the glass was looking at the person who was more beautiful than the wine.
Shen Shiyan was waiting there quietly, but Meng Xintang just smiled and looked at him. It must be not enough. Every time he looks at Shen Shiyan across the wine table, Meng Xintang will feel particularly amazed. That temperament alone makes him want to have a drunken break with him and have a white head in a dream.
In the end, the toast was spoken by Shen Shiyan. He held the glass and touched Meng Xintang's, and the sound was crisp.
"We bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, thank us for this year, and look forward to our next year."
Thank you for meeting us this year, and I look forward to seeing you through the rest of our lives together.
After a short pause, Shen Shiyan added another sentence.
"New year, peace and prosperity."
After three rounds of drinking, Meng Xintang asked Shen Shiyan if he still remembered the first time he came to drink. Shen Shiyan nodded and said he remembered.
"Not necessarily," Meng Xintang said. "You were drunk for a while. You lay on the table and thought you were so cute."
Shen Shiyan couldn't help laughing: "Cute? I'm so old, isn't this word inappropriate."
Meng Xintang shook his head and put the peeled shrimp on Shen Shiyan's plate.
"It's not about age, it's about heart."
Just like when he saw him for the first time, he felt that he was an eternal boy.
The two finished their meal, packed up, looked at their watch, and there was still some time before the New Year's bell. Shen Shiyan went to the cabinet in front of the TV for a while, put a stack of CDs and asked Meng Xintang if he wanted to watch a movie.
"OK."
"What do you want to see?"
Meng Xintang didn't know much about the movie, so naturally, he let Shen Shiyan decide. Shen Shiyan picked up the two CDs and watched them, and finally raised the one held in his right hand to Meng Xintang: "Look at this, this year's film, "Begin Again"."
Meng Xintang naturally said yes. This time, Shen Shiyan personally cooked and set up a very delicate fruit bowl. He asked Meng Xintang to move the coffee table to the side with him, and threw a few cushions on the carpet.
"Why don't you sit on the sofa and watch?"
Shen Shiyan said: "It's more comfortable to see the angle this way, and it's more emotional."
After pressing the play button, Shen Shiyan turned off the lights in the room. At the beginning of the movie, the heroine Greta played and sang a song of her own. When she took off her guitar and stepped down, Meng Xintang turned her head and glanced at Shen Shiyan. He sat cross-legged, his back slightly arched, relaxed and focused.
The whole movie came down, both of them watched quietly, and neither of them said a word. Until the most important song was performed for the last time, Greta turned and left after crying. Meng Xintang looked at Greta, who was riding a bicycle and smiling in the night, but was still thinking, standing under the stage at that time What kind of mood does she have.
At the end of the movie, Shen Shiyan asked Meng Xintang how he felt.
"I'm not very good at evaluating movies, but I think it's not bad, at least I feel very comfortable after watching it."
Shen Shiyan nodded. He forked an apple into his mouth, rested his head on the sofa, and chewed against the ceiling.
"I quite like the arrangement of the emotional line in this movie," Shen Shiyan said. "There are real and ordinary."
Greta was not with anyone, maybe she had secret heartbeats and the idea of wanting to be with her ex-boyfriend again, but in the end, she laughed alone.
Meng Xintang recalled the plot of the story, and when his thoughts diverged a little, he thought of the man who was related to Shen Shiyan and had a relationship with him.
Cheating, breaking up, and recovering, seems to be a standard process.
"What do you think the heroine was thinking at the end? After listening to that song."
Shen Shiyan crossed his hand to his chest, and let out a long sound of "um". After taking a deep breath, he said, "Cut off the confusion."
His answer was brief and brief, with no intention of further explanation.
"What do you think?" Shen Shiyan asked back.
"The pursuit of difference will eventually lead to separation. They do not like the same world, and it is impossible for them to overlap in the future."
Shen Shiyan nodded. He thought that even without the cheating drama, they would part ways one day, because Greta was always the one who thought "music for fun".
"I didn't expect that one day, I would be able to understand a... music movie." Meng Xintang suddenly laughed twice and said in a low voice, "Does this count, Jin Zhu Zhechi?"
Shen Shiyan suddenly smiled: "Don't belittle yourself."
Meng Xintang looked at him and smiled, and added, "But I really like that song, especially one of the lyrics."
"Lost Stars? Which one?"
Meng Xintang said this lyric again in English, and then read it out in Chinese in the same low, low and gentle tone.
"Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer.
"Yesterday, I saw a lion kiss a deer."
Shen Shiyan raised his head, looked at Meng Xintang, and thought about the lyrics.
"It's philosophical and romantic, isn't it?"
"What philosophy?" Shen Shiyan couldn't help but adjust the angle of his body and turned towards Meng Xintang, "I found that your definition of romance is very special."
Shen Shiyan accidentally bumped into the remote control while leaning on the ground and turned around, and the movie was replayed. In an instant, the light in the room turned on and off, like a story with profound meaning and ups and downs.
"If you put aside the songs, it seems that you can understand a lot. For example, there is no strong prey to the weak, and love has nothing to do with status, class, or gender." At some point, Meng Xintang had already leaned towards Shen Shiyan, "I can kiss you, as long as I love you."
Shen Shiyan closed his eyes and accepted the kiss that moved his heart.
A special philosopher, this is his latest label for Meng Xintang.
"Are you a lion?" Shen Shiyan asked in the interval of panting.
"unimportant."
The kiss continued on and off for a long time. When Meng Xintang's hand touched Shen Shiyan's waist, Shen Shiyan smiled lowly: "Are you going to take off your glasses?"
"I'm afraid not enough."
For the first time, Shen Shiyan heard Meng Xintang's hoarse voice.
"Shiyan," Meng Xintang brought Shen Shiyan's hand to him, kissed the corner of his lips and said, "Come here."
Shen Shiyan turned his face to the side, kissed Meng Xintang's lips, and entangled them until their chests were heaving violently, and then hugged him and rubbed their tightly pressed lips.
"I came to take off the glasses, this time it's your turn."
Before, Meng Xintang didn't plan to make Shen Shiyan the hard one, but Shen Shiyan pulled him down on the soft carpet without waiting for him to react.
Meng Xintang pressed Shen Shiyan's body, only to realize that sexual desire can come so violently. He bit Shen Shiyan's lip and gasped to ask if he was sure he wanted to do this.
Shen Shiyan said, "Yes, as you said just now, it doesn't matter whether it is a lion or a deer."
When the two were naked, Shen Shiyan curled up his legs because of the kiss received by his earlobe, and when he moved slowly, he touched a hard bone, which was Meng Xintang's hip bone.
Maybe the two people will become similar after being together for a long time, so that Shen Shiyan also has a unique understanding of it - this touch is not naked, but it makes Shen Shiyan feel as if he has ushered in a drunken life and a dream of death. carnal lust. Completely irrepressible, he just wanted to hug the person who was kissing him tighter.
It was also when he really knew about love and sex that night that Shen Shiyan realized that his love was just finding himself.
When the affair was over, Meng Xintang pulled the blanket on the sofa to wrap Shen Shiyan, and Shen Shiyan lifted it aside and caged him in too. Meng Xintang hugged Shen Shiyan and asked him if he was feeling well. Shen Shiyan shook his head, leaned on his shoulder, and said, "Let's sleep for a while."
"Go back to bed?"
"Just here."
After an unknown time, Shen Shiyan suddenly said, "I also like that song very much."
"Um?"
"Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer,
Turn the page maybe we'll find a brand new ending,
Where we're dancing in our tears."
This is the first time Meng Xintang has heard Shen Shiyan sing. He sang these words softly in his ear, singing to the darkness and to him. Even after many years, Meng Xintang can still clearly recall Shen Shiyan's voice and the tone of Shen Shiyan that night.
And, at the end of the song, the kiss he gave him.
"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year. I love you."