He Yu couldn't tell why he wanted to go to Xie Qingcheng's house for the festival.

Now, the love and hate are written off, the entanglement is over, and he should also settle with Xie Qing.

Before he left the group, he also made a promise to Xie Qingcheng that he would not force Xie Qingcheng to do some unwilling things in the future. Xie Qingcheng messed with him.

The two of them, when they were alone a while ago, almost always communicated physically rather than verbally. Now that the physical communication is over, it stands to reason that Xie Qingcheng's attraction to He Yu should be greatly reduced.

But he seems to want to see him even more.

Maybe it's the secret that only the two of them know in the world, still tying them together? - He Yu is unknown.

He swiped his phone back and forth several times, every few minutes throughout the day.

Xie Qingcheng did not reply to his message.

After a whole day, still no reply.

That shows that Xie Qingcheng's intention to reject him is already obvious.

He didn't plan to spend the festival with He Yu.

He Yu didn't give up, and after nine o'clock in the evening, he finally couldn't help but called Xie Qingcheng.

"Did you see my message?"

"He Yu? What's the news?" The other side spoke, and it was actually Xie Xue's voice.

A year ago, He Yu would never have imagined that one day he would be so disappointed when he heard Xie Xue's voice.

"Let Professor Xie answer the phone, I have something to tell him."

"Professor Xie is taking a shower." Xie Xue said angrily, "It's the same if you have something to say to your teacher Xie."

"Wash..."

He Yu uncontrollably began to think of Xie Qingcheng standing under the shower, with broad shoulders and long legs, a thin waist, and a bit of magnificent cinnabar behind his neck.

His heart was hot.

"Hello?" Xie Xue urged, "Hello? Talk to you."

He Yu tried to make his voice sound calm and indifferent: "I really have something to do, give him the phone and let him pick it up."

"Then call back later."

"Urgent."

Xie Xue had no choice but to walk to the bathroom door with slippers, opened a slit, put her hand in, and turned her head away: "Brother! You have an emergency number!"

He Yu was listening on the phone and heard the sound of water rushing in the shower room, and the man responded in a low voice.

He imagined the scene, imagined that the man took the phone with his hand dipped in crystal water beads, and suddenly felt that the hot mist in the bathroom seemed to evaporate along the mobile phone signal, scorching his face. Some are hot.

There was a rustling in the phone, followed by Xie Qingcheng's voice: "Hello."

"...Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu's throat tightened for a while, because he was thinking of the man taking a bath, and also because the man ignored him before.

"Are you looking for me urgently?"

“…hmmm.”

"Not feeling well?"

He Yu took a breath and glanced down: "...I don't know, this may not be considered uncomfortable. Although it is indeed quite uncomfortable."

“…”

If Xie Qingcheng went online, he would know that the feedback to He Yu's answer should be "Listen to your words, if you listen to your words."

But he doesn't play much, so he said, "It's not comfortable."

He Yu really wanted to have a telefonoplay with him, but thinking about the promise he just made, he had to say: "It's just... I feel uncomfortable."

"Huh?"

"You haven't returned my messages."

The other side of the phone paused for a while, Xie Qingcheng's tone was obviously unhappy: "Is this your urgent matter?"

He Yu didn't answer, but asked, "Can I come to your house to celebrate the New Year with you?"

Xie Qing submitted: "Not suitable."

"But..."

"You should be with your family during the Chinese New Year. I'm not your relative, you and your parents should go back to Yanzhou."

“…”

"Hang up."

He Yu dropped the phone and became depressed again.

The Xie family in Moyu Lane.

Xie Qing's eyes darkened as he walked out in a bathrobe while wiping his dripping black hair.

Xie Xue bit the yogurt straw: "Brother, why is he looking for you? What's the urgency?"

"No, he has nothing to do."

"Crazy... Then did he disrespect you and contradict you?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...No. Why are you asking so many questions."

What are you doing, you don't have any milk for him."

"..." Xie Qing had a cold face, "How many times have I said that girls should speak in a subtle manner, and it's almost ten o'clock, so hurry up and take a bath and sleep."

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is here.

On the 30th day of the new year, Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue completed the cleaning together, and they began to busy with the neighbors to decorate the lanterns, move the table and set the chopsticks. There is a long table banquet in Moyu Lane this year. The so-called long table banquet means that more than ten tables are placed in the alley, forming a large long table. The neighbors prepare their own special dishes. Usually, this kind of festival occurs in places with good neighbors. Way.

Uncle Liu lifted the TV out and put it on the highest place at the end of the long table, just like when everyone watched the women's volleyball game in the 1980s, and planned to put it on the Spring Festival Gala.

As a result, the child giggled so much that he took a projector and projected it directly on the screen.

"Uncle, now you can look at it like this!"

Li Miaoqing came out with her pipa in her arms. After all, she spent time in nightclubs when she was young. At that time, it was necessary for nightclub girls to learn the piano and play music. She sat on the low stool and plucked the strings and played two Suzhou Pingtan songs with a smile. A little girl came over and asked her to play the theme song of the cartoon. Li Miaoqing put on reading glasses and began to search for sheet music on the Internet...

"Doctor Xie, I have cut enough cabbage for making dumplings. You drive me to the vegetable market to cut it. I'm afraid it will close when it's late."

"Buy more flour too."

The uncles and aunts had no choice but to agree, Xie Qingcheng was busy with his work, took the car key and took the neighbor aunt to the vegetable market to pick cabbage.

But he didn't expect that when he drove back, he would meet someone at the door of Moyu Lane—

"Yeah, **** it, there are still people eating beef fans at roadside stalls these days?" It was not Xie Qingcheng who first discovered that person, but the aunt who looked around from the co-pilot.

The aunt stared at the bullfrog-like eyes and looked out.

The proprietress of the store is a money fan. The biggest hobby in life is to make money. She firmly believes that as long as she does not close the store, even when the main station broadcasts "Unforgettable Tonight", customers will come to her beef soup store.

How can it be closed on New Year's Eve?

Look, sincerity is good, the guests are here!

Xie Qingcheng stopped the car and looked out, and saw He Yu sitting at the small greasy dining table by the roadside, drinking hot beef vermicelli soup bit by bit.

It's so **** good, it doesn't even deserve a cake.

The young man is miserable on New Year's Eve, well-behaved and clever, sitting alone on the downwind of the street, which aunt is not curious or distressed when she sees it?

Xie Qingcheng's neighbor's aunt is no exception: "Doctor Xie, let's go down and ask, what's the situation with this child."

"...No need. Look at how brightly he wears it."

"Ah, being bright doesn't mean that the child has no problem. It wasn't even published in the newspaper two days ago... What kind of rich second generation committed suicide because of the lack of parents to care about their family? As long as there are more social If you care about it, you can avoid such pitiful things... You don't care about me, I'll get out of the car and ask." As the aunt said that, she was about to open the door.

Xie Qingcheng was very helpless by her anxious roar, and sighed: "Okay, okay, auntie, don't worry, you get off the car and go back to the house to warm up. I know people, I will ask, can I ask?"

The aunt was satisfied, and returned to the alley with a sturdy body holding a pile of cabbage and minced meat.

At the end, I didn't forget to shout to Xie Qing who got out of the car and locked the door: "Since you know each other, just invite the children to dinner."

“…”

Xie Qingcheng was really angry.

He walked to the Huainan beef soup shop with a sullen face.

The proprietress of the financial fan: "The handsome guy is eating something today—"

"I'll talk to this person."

The proprietress showed an offended look, but she was not good at buying and selling, so she left aggrieved.

Xie Qingcheng came to He Yu's small dining table, watched He Yu's soft eyelashes hanging down, and sipped the soup in small sips.

"Eldest young master drinking beef soup on New Year's Eve, why didn't you choke to death."

He Yu raised his head and pretended to be surprised: "Ah, Dr. Xie."

“…”

"I've been looking for a place to eat for a long time, but the other places are closed, so the door is still open here. Is it in your way?"

Xie Qingcheng doesn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

His family has a nanny and a cook, and He's also invests in many luxury hotels in the city. Will He Yu need a bowl of beef soup with meat thinner than paper in the cold wind?

He made it clear that it was intentional.

However, this trick is indeed very effective. The tempting smell of New Year's Eve has already wafted out of Moyu Lane. The boy who was drinking soup alone at the road tuyere. It's too eye-catching.

Naturally, Xie Qingcheng could not let He Yu silently destroy Yaxing, his neighbor. Walk."

The Neighborhood Dinner has begun.

He Shao, who spends a lot of money, is very satisfied that he can get an inch of space at this rich but not luxurious feast. He showed modesty, gentleness, and a modest gentleman, and he soon became a popular guest at the long table banquet. Except for Xie Xue who rolled his eyes and Xie Qingcheng ignored him, the others either served him vegetables or poured wine for him.

"Xiaohe, why are you celebrating the festival alone?"

"My parents are too busy with work..."

"Poor pitiful."

"Xiaohe, how old are you this year?"

"It's almost 20."

"Oh...do you have a girlfriend? Let me tell you, oh, I have a beautiful niece. She is studying acting in Yanzhou and is a sophomore..." Auntie chattered enthusiastically.

Of course, there was more than one person who sold He Yu the girls at home, and a group of aunties and grannies quickly surrounded him.

"My daughter is in France and will be back soon. Although she is a little older than you, she is very young and beautiful. I will show you the photos."

"My niece is half-Chinese and Japanese, her eyes are watery, not to mention how lovely, their photos are nothing, the photos can be posted, mine is just a video, Xiaohe, take a look Are you interested?"

"Bah, stinky old woman, can you also make your face beautiful in videos?"

Seeing that the neighbors were half-joking and half-serious, they were about to quarrel.

He Yu smiled: "It's all good, but I just broke up before and haven't fully come out..."

Women are more loving.

"Oh, it's hard to find such an infatuated man these days."

"Which girl is so picky, why don't you even like it."

He Yu smiled again and lowered his eyelashes: "I'm not good enough."

Xie Qingcheng listened beside him, his face was stretched out, he ate the dumplings expressionlessly, and turned his eyes to the big screen to watch the Spring Festival Gala overturn the color palette A disc-like dance program.

But to be honest, thinking about this makes him very angry.

It's true that He Yu's brokenhearted, he witnessed the whole process, although he still doesn't know who the girl He Yu had a crush on at that time, but he felt that since He Yu liked each other so much, he should What happened to make He Yu never mention that girl.

Don't mention it, He Yu completely gave up and started to engage in same-sex sex.

No matter what, the object is still me.

Xie Qingcheng thought for a while indifferently, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he simply got up and left his seat, and went to the public kitchen in the alley by helping him make dumplings.

Unfortunately, several aunts and uncles were busy in the kitchen. When they saw him come in, they thought he was in the way and drove him out.

Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to sit back in his seat and continue to eat the New Year's Eve dinner indifferently.

In the end, before picking up the chopsticks, I saw a small noodle man on the side of my plate.

"..." At first he thought it was some child's toy, and he forgot to take it away.

Looking at it again, the face man is pinching two little dragons, with vivid claws and naivety.

He Yu smiled, turned to the side and said, "I saw it on the road and bought it. I'll give it to you."

Straight man: "...what do you mean? Children's toys?"

He Yu sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes: "Xie Qingcheng, the face person is a traditional craft. You must know how to appreciate art."

"Why two dragons?"

“…”

Listening to him asking, He Yu stopped laughing at all, he straightened up, his face was expressionless, and he discerned it carefully, and could also discern the sudden unhappiness between his brows and eyes.

He said firmly: "You guess."

Xie Qingcheng: "This year is not the Year of the Dragon."

"It doesn't matter what year."

"I am not a dragon."

"It has nothing to do with the zodiac."

"I don't like dragons either."

“…who cares what you like.”

Xie Qingcheng felt that his attitude suddenly became inexplicable, as if his aunt turned his face too much.

He was a little impatient: "I can't guess, I won't guess."

He Yu's face quickly collapsed, and when he lowered his head, he could even see his cheeks slightly puffed up, obviously angry and unwilling to speak.

He took back the little dragon-faced man in Xie Qingcheng's hand, and held it tightly in his own hand: "If you don't have vision, it's fine if you don't appreciate it. I don't have to give it to you, I can Keep it to yourself."

Xie Qingcheng: "Do you like dragons?"

He Yu: "I like—"

Suddenly stuck.

What does he like?

He couldn't tell.

The boy was silent again, and he lowered his head and silently scratched the dragon scales of the little face.

He Yu found that Xie Qingcheng did not understand at all, in his heart, they were two lonely dragons who were incompatible with normal people. That's why he gave him this as a New Year's gift.

Xie Qingcheng is really not romantic at all, just like a dead dog of a science and engineering man, because he was in the cold wind, he told him to ask the noodle master to squeeze two dragons. Like, one fiery red and one frost silver. He also asked the master to engrave the initials of his and Xie Qingcheng's names in pinyin on the dragon scale...

This is really a fool to give a **** New Year's greetings to a fool! The idiot is home!

He took out all the stupid abbreviations with a stern face, and finally slapped Xiaolong on the table, turned his head to chat with the aunt and uncle, and ignored Xie Qingcheng, Continue to be his courtesan for the middle-aged and elderly group.

The meal didn't end at nine or ten o'clock. Except for He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, who were friends, everyone was chatting happily and eating melon seeds and peanuts all over the place.

The accident happened suddenly.

The first thing that gets messed up is the place near the alley. There seemed to be something happening there, and the laughter stopped abruptly, but the people sitting in the alley by the side hadn't reacted, and were still bragging.

Until the silence spreads over like a rising tide, the people inside realize the abnormality and turn around--

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?...Ah!" The speaker gasped after seeing the situation clearly, "Oh my God..."

"How could this be..."

"How is she...?"

The abnormal movement became more and more obvious, and finally even Xie Qingcheng, who had been absent-minded, turned his head slightly and glanced casually.

Just a glance.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and the blood instantly faded from his face.

Someone came—

It was a woman standing at the entrance of the alley.

She looked about thirty years old, very beautiful, she put on some makeup, wearing thick and luxurious fur, but the difference from her graceful dress was shocking, even the makeup on her face Uncoverable bruises.

The woman was carrying a Hermes bag, but stood embarrassed in the eyes of everyone.

This face, not to mention the residents of Moyu Lane, even He Yu can’t forget—

She is Xie Qingcheng's ex-wife, Li Ruoqiu.