With the Lunar New Year just around the corner, Xia Xingcheng received a call from his mother asking him when he was going home. After working for so many years, he is not able to rush back every year during the Spring Festival, but as long as he has time, he is still willing to go back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year with his parents and eldest brother.
This year is a bit special. He wants to go home and spend the New Year with Yang Youming.
After the phone call with his mother, Xia Xingcheng found Yang Youming who was watching a movie in the video room, walked over to him and sat down, and asked him, "Brother Ming, what are your plans for the Spring Festival?"
A foreign movie was playing on the projected screen. Yang Youming took the remote and pressed pause before saying to Xia Xingcheng, "No plans."
Yang Youming's parents have passed away. His father fell ill and passed away when he was in elementary school, and his mother also died when he first worked. He still keeps an old house in his hometown in the south, and there are some relatives in his hometown. He sometimes goes back to see it, but not every New Year's Eve.
During the Chinese New Year two years ago, Yang Youming had Yuan Qian by his side. If Xingcheng left this summer, he would be the only one left.
This room is not big, and the four walls are soundproofed, so it is always very quiet. At this time, the lights are not turned on, only the light from the screen comes over, which just illuminates Yang Youming's face.
Yang Youming said to Xia Xingcheng, "Are you going to go home?"
Xia Xingcheng replied, "Yes."
Yang Youming bent one leg on the large sofa, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and said, "I should go back to accompany my relatives during the Chinese New Year."
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and scratched his hair, making a mess, and then slammed his head into Yang Youming's chest, causing his forehead to hurt. "He said a word, but the last few words were vaguely stuck in his throat and didn't come out.
Yang Youming raised his hand and stroked the hair behind his head, looked down at him, and said, "If you have something to say, make it clear."
Xia Xingcheng gathered up his courage and said, "Would you like to go home with me during the Spring Festival?"
Yang Youming's movement of stroking his hair suddenly stopped, looked at him for a while, and asked, "In what name do I go home with you?"
Xia Xingcheng had planned to be rejected, but at this time, Yang Youming didn't refuse him, he immediately sat up straight from his chest, facing him and said quickly, "Friend! I even brought my classmates home during the summer vacation of college. , My parents are very enthusiastic, don't worry."
Yang Youming asked him, "Do you think it's still appropriate now? And it's not a summer vacation, it's a Chinese New Year."
Xia Xingcheng said without thinking: "Why is it inappropriate? If my mother knew that Yang Youming was going home with me for the New Year, she might go crazy!"
Yang Youming laughed when he heard it, "What? Your mother likes me very much?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "Of course! My mother may wish to take a picture of you and frame it and hang it in the living room."
Yang Youming smiled and said, "That's really my honor."
Xia Xingcheng heard him say it for a long time but did not agree to go, so he asked again carefully, "Go?"
Yang Youming replied, "I'll think about it."
Xia Xingcheng has been thinking about the result of Yang Youming's consideration.
That day, he slept until midnight, turned over, and suddenly remembered this matter, and he suddenly woke up. So he approached in the dark to see Yang Youming.
Yang Youming's eyes were closed and his breathing was quiet. Xia Xingcheng didn't know if he was asleep, so he approached his ear and whispered, "Brother Ming."
Then he saw Yang Youming open his eyes.
Yang Youming lay flat, motionless, just opened his eyes to look at him, frowned slightly, and asked, "What time is it?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "I don't know."
Yang Youming then turned over and reached out to touch the phone.
Xia Xingcheng glanced at him while he turned on his phone, and found that it was not yet six o'clock.
Yang Youming didn't seem to be very awake, and a low and slightly hoarse voice came out of his throat, "Can't sleep?"
Xia Xingcheng was also awake, and listening to him talk like that was like being tempted, saying, "Don't sleep, come and do it well?"
Yang Youming had a sleepy look on his face, half yawning and laughing when he heard what he said.
Xia Xingcheng lifted the quilt and got in, and after a while he buried his head between his legs.
Yang Youming couldn't help but raised his head. He closed his eyes. He hadn't completely gotten rid of the tired sleepiness, but he was so comfortable that he increased his breathing, and the protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Later, he hugged Xia Xingcheng, lay on his side on the bed and entered him from behind, and asked in his ear, "Do you want me to go home with you?"
Xia Xingcheng closed his eyes, hummed softly, and said unsteadily, "I want to be with you on the last day of this year, and on the first day of next year... also with you."
Yang Youming raised his hand over his face, kissed his lips heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll accompany you home."
Later, Xia Xingcheng slept until almost noon and got up, called Huang Jixin and asked Huang Jixin to help him book two air tickets. Yang Youming wanted to go home with him for the New Year.
Huang Jixin didn't object, and he booked air tickets for the two of them neatly.
However, when Xia Xingcheng received the flight information, it was discovered that Huang Jixin had booked the two of them tickets for the same day and the same time period but different flights.
Huang Jixin expressed his protest in silence.
Xia Xingcheng called home again and said that he was going to bring friends home for the Chinese New Year.
Mama Xia's first reaction was that he was going to bring his girlfriend back.
Xia Xingcheng said on the phone, "Not a girlfriend, but a very important friend. You should prepare your home for reception."
When Mama Xia heard that she was not a girlfriend, the tone dropped by half immediately, "What kind of friend is so amazing? Are you still ready to receive?"
Xia Xingcheng emphasized to her, "It's amazing! You'll know when you see him."
When they went back, the two of them went to the airport separately without their assistants, so they took the plane separately.
Xia Xingcheng's plane arrived first. He put on a mask and hat, covered himself tightly, and pushed his suitcase out of the arrival gate alone. From time to time, he would encounter people looking at him, but no one came to talk to him.
When he came out to the arrival gate, Xia Xingcheng saw a tall and familiar figure standing in the corner from a distance. He was afraid of attracting attention, so he suppressed his excitement, and went straight to the person before he whispered, "Brother!"
The tall man looked at him, hugged him as soon as he raised his hand, and patted him on the back.
Xia Xingcheng's eldest brother was ten years older than him, and his name was Xia Ye. His name was very simple, because his father's surname was Xia and his mother's surname was Ye. When he gave birth to his second son, he couldn't be lazy to pick a similar name, so Xia Xingcheng was born.
Xia Ye wore a black sweater with a crumpled down jacket over it, and her hair was cut short, making it look rough and not trim. But his face was seven or eight points similar to Xia Xingcheng's, his facial features were tougher than Xia Xingcheng's, and his whole person was tall and handsome.
The two brothers hadn't seen each other for a year. Xia Ye looked at Xia Xingcheng carefully, and then asked, "Where's your friend?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "He hasn't arrived yet, it should be half an hour late."
Xia Ye looked in the direction of the arrival gate, but Xia Xingcheng pulled him out and said, "He will go to the VIP channel later, we will drive the car to the VIP parking lot, and he will get in the car when he comes out."
"Who did you invite back?" Xia Ye frowned, "Big star? More popular than you?" He never paid attention to the entertainment industry. In his eyes, all stars could only be divided into two categories, those who were more popular than his younger brother. And without his brother red.
Xia Xingcheng took him and walked outside and said, "It's much more popular than me, so be polite to him, don't be rude."
Xia Ye was a little unhappy.
He couldn't get into the book, he was sent to the army by his family before he graduated from high school, and he has been doing business since returning from the army. Xia Xingcheng sometimes told him not to be too rude. But the younger brother is his precious younger brother, and the anger is nothing but silent sulking, and it disappears in two minutes.
Walking out of the arrival hall to the parking lot, Xia Ye put Xia Xingcheng's suitcase into the trunk of the BMW, and then said don't worry, he wants to smoke a cigarette first.
Xia Xingcheng urged him: "Hurry up, Brother Ming is here."
Xia Ye deliberately slowed down, he said, "What a great star, he won't die in a while."
Xia Xingcheng stared at him hard.