It was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.
They live within the third ring road. In the past two years, due to policy restrictions, fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed in the urban area, and the outside is extraordinarily clean after nightfall. However, at this time, thousands of lights are on, and the water vapor forms frost on the glass. After a layer of dilution, the bright lights appear dense and warm. The snow light reflected half of the night into crimson, and the neon lights of tall buildings in the distance were changing and dazzling. Even though there was no sound, there was excitement everywhere.
Ye Zheng went back to Ye's old house to celebrate the New Year. Following the old custom, Jiang Kezhou turned on all the lights in the villa, and went to turn on the TV. CCTV is broadcasting a news broadcast, and the Spring Festival Gala has not yet started.
The mobile phone on the coffee table kept vibrating, and New Year greeting text messages and WeChat messages poured in endlessly. Jiang Kezhou sent text messages to several leaders to wish New Year greetings, and sent red envelopes to Su Da and the others in turn. The rush to grab red envelopes in the work group was in full swing, and Jiang Kezhou wrapped a big one and sent it out. He hadn't shown up after diving for a long time, and all the team members rushed forward enthusiastically, hugging their thighs, and calling daddy.
A colleague was concerned about his condition, but Jiang Kezhou changed the subject with a few words, and we made an appointment to see each other later. Before leaving, Zhao En threw a ten-yuan red envelope into the group, calling everyone to try their luck. Jiang Kezhou grabbed two yuan and three cents, and he turned out to be the king of luck.
Zhao En laughed and said, "Good start, you must be lucky this year."
Jiang Kezhou smiled silently, put down his phone, got up and closed the curtains in front of the French windows.
The sound on the TV suddenly became lively, and firecrackers exploded faintly in the distance, and the whole city was immersed in the sleepless New Year's Eve. For so many years, Jiang Kezhou spent New Year's Eve alone, guarding a big house and a small house, but he is not used to it. And this year, Aunt Xie prepared a bunch of snacks for him before leaving. These days, in order to let him recover from his injuries, the room has been arranged in the most comfortable mode. He leaned on the sofa with a soft pillow in his arms, thinking that there is nothing he can't satisfy of
In a life with gaps, "consummation" is like a ray of heavenly light that is elusive. He never expected to be able to hold it in his hand, he just looked at it from a distance and let the illusory and romantic shadow hang over his head, like a bedtime story that has been repeated for thousands of years and is still sung even today, even if it is not true. It is also enough for him to draw a little bit of courage from it after a long journey and continue walking towards the finish line.
The phone vibrated again, this time it was Ye Zheng.
"What are you doing?" His voice came through the receiver, low and magnetic, hiding a heart-pounding tenderness, "Is it boring to be alone at home?"
Jiang Kezhou moved the phone away a little bit, he couldn't bear it, and the base of his ear was slightly red: "I'm waiting for the Spring Festival Gala. How about you?"
Ye Zheng seemed to have taken a few steps, and it was completely quiet: "Dinner has just ended, and a group of old men are drinking endlessly. This year, there are many relatives at home, and there are two tables of mahjong downstairs. What did you have for dinner?"
"Eat something casually, and I will cook dumplings later, for fear of eating too much and accumulating food."
"'Whatever'?" Ye Zheng said coolly, "I think your scars have healed and you forgot the pain. I'm not at home to watch you all day, so you're going to go to the house to expose the tiles, right?"
"I… "
"Don't talk back." Ye Zheng didn't listen to his excuses at all, "Eat well, and when Aunt Xie comes back, if you dare to lose half a catty of weight, I'll lock you up at home and don't even think about going anywhere."
Jiang Kezhou was helpless and wanted to laugh, but his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he could only obediently agree: "Good leader, the leader is right."
Ye Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Stop doing this, actively admitting your mistakes and refusing to repent is useless. Go to eat something, go to bed early if you can't survive at night, be obedient, don't toss too long, and I will give you lucky money when I go back .”
Probably no one can refuse this kind of intimacy and care in the blame, and Jiang Kezhou is not immune either. He shrank his body back into the depth of the sofa and said, "Okay."
Both ends fell silent at the same time.
Just as Ye Zheng was about to speak, Ye Feng's voice sounded outside the door: "Second brother? The card table is set up, three missing one, I'll be waiting for you!"
"Understood, I'll be there in a while." Ye Zheng responded, then turned back to the phone and sighed, "I have to play for the old man. I'm afraid I won't have time to call you later, send me a text message before you go to bed." , happy new year baby."
"Well," Jiang Kezhou said with a smile, "Happy New Year. You go, goodbye."
He hung up the phone first. Ye Zheng looked at the dim phone screen, thought for a while, then turned and walked out of the room.
Eleven forty-five midnight.
As the Spring Festival Gala entered into the broadcast blessing segment, Jiang Kezhou lifted the blanket, stood up from the sofa, and walked into the kitchen.
Aunt Xie stored a dozen or so bags of dumplings with various fillings in the refrigerator a few years ago. At first, she forgot to label them. Jiang Kezhou decided to tell them apart for a long time. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a bag from the drawer. He turned on the gas stove to boil water, and sprinkled a spoonful Salt, pour the dumplings in, and slowly push them away with a spatula.
The singing on the TV echoed in the living room, and the fireworks flashed by in the night outside the window.
The iron pot was steaming with steam, and Jiang Kezhou stayed on the sidelines in a daze, listening to the laughter in the living room.
Eleven fifty-five.
The fat dumplings rolled and swelled one by one in the boiling water. Jiang Kezhou opened the overhead cabinet and took out the dishes.
The water in the pot boiled, and a layer of warm white mist covered the inside of the glass window. The Spring Festival Gala was the last show before the countdown, and the sound of music and the crazy applause of the audience covered up the small movements in the living room.
Eleven fifty-nine.
Jiang Kezhou walked out of the kitchen with the dumplings, met the eyes of the person standing in front of the coffee table, and was stunned.
"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the world is prosperous, and the new year is coming—"
Before Ye Zheng could change his coat, the snow on his shoulders quickly melted into a wet patch in the room. His eyes were full of indescribable tenderness, and he stared at Jiang Kezhou.
"Let's count down—"
Jiang Kezhou couldn't believe it. Countless voices rang out in his ears, but he didn't hear a word. The boulder in his heart was crumbling, vines were growing around him, weeds were growing wildly, and the wind was blowing up from the ground, as if to set off a landslide that no one knew about in his heart.
"five four three two one-"
Ye Zheng walked towards him.
Thousands of cheers and countless fireworks exploded at this moment.
"Happy New Years, baby."
He took the porcelain plate from Jiang Kezhou's hand and put it aside casually, then cupped his face and kissed him tenderly.
Jiang Kezhou raised his chin, his Adam's apple moved slightly, bearing Ye Zheng's seemingly soft but hidden aggressive kiss, his eyelashes quivered in shock, almost reaching the bridge of his nose. Lips and tongue entwine and suck kisses, Ye Zheng almost wanted to rub him into his arms, Jiang Kezhou's hand in front of him hesitated for a while, and slowly walked around Ye Zheng's ribs, like a bird that finally found a place to rest, with its arms in front of him. He folded his back and hugged Ye Zheng's thin waist.
The moment the body was completely fitted together, it was as if something had burst out of his chest, smashing down the boulder that had been around for years. The sky was bright and the wind was strong, and the flying ash was swept away in an instant—
The feeling of painting the ground as a prison suddenly rioted.
The curtains in the bedroom are closed, leaving only a bedside lamp to illuminate the room.
The head of the carved bed was cold and hard, but the man's embrace was warm and strong. Jiang Kezhou's trousers were pulled down to the knees by Ye Zheng, and the heels of his legs were tightly pressed together because of shame. His desire had clearly been aroused, but he refused to look directly at him. Ye Zheng pulled him into his arms with one hand, laughed lightly on top of his head, reached down with the other hand, rubbed through his underwear for a while, saw that he was being teased hard, and helped him take off his underwear: "Put your butt up, Keep your legs apart, good boy. There is nothing to be shy about with me."
Jiang Kezhou gasped impatiently, was picked up by Ye Zheng, his back was pressed against his chest, and his legs were spread open in his arms. Ye Zheng's palm is delicate and gentle, grasping the most sensitive and fragile part of him, kneading it with moderate strength, spreading the water evenly on the penis, and bowing his head to kiss him while moving up and down. He raised one leg to press down on Jiang Kezhou's constantly struggling feet, and the person in his arms was forced to shrink back continuously due to the rising pleasure, but he just buried himself deeper in his arms, sending himself into a corner where there was no escape. In orgasm.
A short moan sounded in the dimly lit bedroom, which was quickly blocked by someone and turned into a warming, ambiguous sound of water.
After the climax passed, Jiang Kezhou's whole body was limp, and he leaned on his chest in a daze and panted lightly. Ye Zheng wiped his hands with a tissue. It was rare to see him like this. ?”
After all, Jiang Kezhou was recovering from a long illness, and he would die if he came again. He heard that he wanted to give him a shot, but he really couldn't lift his arm, so he had to bite his chest moderately as if venting his anger.
Ye Zheng was amused by him, turned his head over Jiang Kezhou's chin and bit his lips, his words were threatening, but his eyes were full of affection: "There is no lubrication at home, let me let you go today—it won't be so next time It's easy to pass, remember."
Jiang Kezhou didn't bother to say a word, and buried his head into his shoulder and neck. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was a little wind and snow lingering at the tip of his nose.
"Leave it to him," he said to himself, "give him whatever he wants."
The TV in the living room was still on, but it was muted at some point, and the room was filled with changing lights and shadows. The forgotten plate of dumplings had been left to dry for a long time, and the heat had dissipated, only a handful of residual warmth remained on the bottom of the plate.
Ye Zheng came out of the bedroom wearing a nightgown, the belt around his waist was loosely tied, the front was partly loose, and there was an inconspicuous reddish mark on his chest.
He put the plate of dumplings in the microwave for two minutes, took another pair of chopsticks, and carried it to the bedroom in a dignified manner. The movements are dignified and elegant, and the expression is contented, as if it is not a plate of quick-frozen dumplings remade, but some kind of elaborately cooked and expensive golden snacks.
Jiang Kezhou leaned drowsily on the head of the bed, the quilt was wrapped around his chest, his exposed shoulders were white and round, there was a little peach blossom in the corner of his eyes, but his brows had a kind of quietness and softness that had been ironed. Ye Zheng sat down by the bed, and the aroma of dumplings came over his face. Jiang Kezhou smelled the smell, opened his eyelids to take a look, and said with a smile, "Why are you serving it?"
Where is the bedroom to eat. These years, Jiang Kezhou has been a little bit obsessed with cleanliness brought by Ye Zheng, but Ye Zheng seems to have changed his personality and doesn't care much: "On New Year's Eve, I have to eat a few dumplings. Not only you, I didn't eat either, so open your mouth."
He sat with him in the old house until ten o'clock, thinking about it, but still couldn't let go of Jiang Kezhou who was alone at home. How lively it is here, how deserted it is to be alone. As long as he thought about the situation of that person sitting in the solitude of the room, he couldn't bear the pain, so he simply made up an excuse to get out of the scene with friends, and drove all the way back to the villa.
And Jiang Kezhou's instantly lit up expression is simply the best gift after a long journey.
In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, when the two shared a plate of dumplings, cleaned up and washed, and finally went to bed, it was almost dawn outside.
The 2.5-meter bed is more than enough to sleep three people, but some people insist on huddling in the middle of the bed without resources.
The new year is coming, and two months from this day, it will be the fourth anniversary of their meeting.