On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

The end of the year is approaching, and the temperature plummets. It is so cold that you will breathe out a foggy breath, but it just doesn't snow. It always makes people feel that it is too cold to be worthwhile.

Wen Yan is full of vigor, and everyone else has put on jackets, but he is only wearing a thin gray v-neck sweater jacket and wandering around the living room. Jin Heng came out of the bathroom, touched his abdominal muscles as he passed by, and then retracted.

Wen Yan instinctively bent over to dodge, a little embarrassed: Hey——

What a hooligan.

Jin Heng twirled his fingertips: I just want to see if you're cold.

Wen Yan thought not to explain, explaining is to cover up, did he come out to practice his abdominal muscles just to touch Jin Heng? Pulling down the clothes, a little intentionally showing off: Tsk, why don't you go out and buy some New Year's goods?

He saw that everyone else seemed to be doing New Year's goods.

Jin Heng looked at him a little curiously: Are you sure?

There are only two of them, and going out to buy things is not called New Year's goods, but grain storage.

Wen Yan was just following along to join in the fun, commonly known as having nothing to do, thinking for a moment, and said bluntly: Let's go, put on clothes and go out, so as not to be stuck in traffic at noon. Anyway, there is nothing to eat at home.

Jin Heng could only agree.

During the Chinese New Year, the bustle and hustle and bustle of this city is even more common, but after the extreme bustle, it is deserted. A group of people left, a group of people poured in.

Wen Yan and Jin Heng took a taxi to the largest shopping mall nearby. He actually wanted to ride a motorcycle, but he would go for a drive in the winter. This kind of thing couldn't be done without a cerebral thrombosis in ten years, so Jin Heng directly refused.

It's hot.

Wen Yan was sweating from the heating in the shopping mall, so he took off his coat directly, revealing his strong figure. He randomly picked up a cart and said generously, Choose whatever you want.

Jin Heng thought that those who didn't know would think that he was worth hundreds of millions. I walked around the snack area a few times, picked up a few bags of potato chips, and grabbed some dried fruit snacks. Wen Yan was much more pragmatic and bought only quick-frozen food.

Jin Heng glanced at the frozen dumplings in the shopping cart: Are you planning to eat this during the Chinese New Year?

Wen Yan used to celebrate the New Year by himself alone, and there was no elder in his family to teach him this, his eyes were ignorant: Is it still important to eat during the New Year?

It's nothing special, Jin Heng touched his forehead, You can eat as much as you want.

Wen Yan thought it would be a pity, he doesn't know how to cook, and Jin Heng doesn't seem to be very good at cooking. At that time, the restaurants will be closed, and they can only stay at home and eat instant noodles. Just as he was about to say to order more snacks, Jin Heng went to the seafood area to pick some fish and shrimp and came back.

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched: Do you want to eat this?

Jin Heng is not a person who does not touch the spring water with his ten fingers, otherwise he would have drunk the northwest wind all these years ago: Steam, eat with vinegar.

This is simple, and it sounds like there is no technical content, and besides, those who celebrate the Chinese New Year can't be a little meaty.

The two walked around for another half an hour, managed to grab a promotional Chinese New Year gift box under the hands of a bunch of grandpas and aunts, and then went to check out with big and small bags.

During the period, Jin Heng went to the bathroom and took a long time to come back. Wen Yan sat on the bench waiting for him, crossed his legs, and wore a black baseball cap with English letters on his head. When he finally came back, he rolled his eyelids: I thought you fell into a pit.

Jin Heng pulled the zipper of his jacket up to his neck, and put his hands in his pockets: Then why don't you go get me?

Wen Yan took the shopping bag and cut it: I didn't start Haidilao.

The street is very lively, but suddenly it seems deserted because everyone is going home for the New Year. Red couplets, red lanterns, red blessing characters.

When Wen Yan got home, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook. However, the fish and shrimp picked by Jin Heng had tenacious vitality, and they were still thrashing about in the bag, struggling desperately. Suddenly, he jumped up and jumped directly into the pool, making a lot of crackling noises.

Jin Heng frowned, and was thinking about how to solve it, when Wen Wenyan grabbed the fish's tail and swung it on the chopping board roughly, knocking it unconscious.

Of course, with Wen Yan's fighting strength for many years, it is possible to die.

That's enough. Wen Yan said.

The prawns are fine, just wash and remove the prawn threads. It's just that it's a little troublesome to handle the fish, the two of them fumbled around in a hurry and managed to clean out the internal organs.

Jin Heng is obsessed with cleanliness, he frowned for a moment: It seems a bit fishy.

Wen Yan couldn't breathe: It's so fucking fishy!

His words and sentences have always been so strong that he can add the word fuck to everything.

Jin Heng smiled inexplicably, but the curvature of his lips faded so quickly that it was too late for people to catch it. Wen Yan chopped the onion, ginger, and garlic, followed the recipes on the Internet step by step, and with Jin Heng checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, several dishes were prepared decently.

Time is always fast. They arrived home at noon, and by the time they finished cooking, the sky was already full of sunset outside. Because the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is too large, the water mark on the glass window meanders, reflecting a foggy and fragmented light. The orange-red-blue-purple gradient transitions, and the color is swallowed by the dark blue sky background.

The electronic billboards outside lit up one by one, and the street was cold.

Jin Heng watched for a while, then looked away, and then turned on the TV. All programs are celebrating the Spring Festival Gala without exception. The bright red background makes the originally quiet living room a little more popular.

Wen Yanduan

The dishes came out, boiled shrimp, braised fish, a large plate of dumplings, and a few bottles of drinks purchased from the supermarket. There are no elders in this family to help, and the simple dishes took up most of the time of these two young people, but no one felt that it was simple.

It was the first time for Wen Yan to celebrate the New Year in earnest. Looking at the dishes on the table, he always felt that there were fewer dishes than when he went out to eat out: Why don't you cook a few more dishes?

Jin Heng poured the vinegar into the saucer: Just enough to eat, if you make too much, you can't finish it.

After he finished speaking, he picked up a chopstick and tasted the fish meat, and then said under Wen Yan's staring gaze: It's pretty good.

Wen Yan dubiously took a sip, and unexpectedly found that it was not unpalatable, and said in his heart that it was a lie if he didn't feel a sense of accomplishment: It's my first time cooking fish.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was approaching, Jin Heng praised him: It's pretty amazing.

There was a skit program on the TV, and the two of them ate and watched the actors amuse themselves, feeling the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year for the first time in their lives. When the night was completely dark, there were a few bursts of fireworks outside, which could not be heard clearly through the window.

Wen Yan stopped his chopsticks: It seems like someone set off fireworks?

Jin Heng asked, Want to see it?

As he spoke, he got up, opened the window, and a cold current suddenly hit the originally warm room, which lifted people's spirits. Wen Yan walked to the window, and unexpectedly saw fireworks bursting in mid-air. With the city's high-rise buildings as the background, they were dazzling and dazzling, illuminating the night sky.

Watching fireworks is a romantic thing that Wen Yan has nothing to do with. He is standing on the edge of the window sill, which feels quite strange. Especially when Jin Heng hugged him from behind, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a strange emotion quietly grew.

Jin Heng rested his chin on his shoulder, his body temperature was continuously transmitted to him, and his voice was low: Is it cold?

Wen Yan didn't understand why he asked this, and said slowly, ...it's not cold.

Jin Heng didn't know why, but suddenly gave a low sigh with a half-smile. Just as Wen Yan was about to ask something, his neck suddenly felt warm, and he was wrapped in a pure black scarf, with a decorative sign of cursive letters on the lower right corner.

Come around even if it's not cold, Jin Heng said, Wen Yan, Happy New Year.

This is their first New Year together in this life.

Wen Yan looked at the scarf around his neck in a daze, and then realized that it was a New Year's gift. Instinctively stood up straight, a little at a loss, turned to look at Jin Heng: When did you buy it?

Jin Heng tidied up the scarf for him, and felt that this color was very suitable for him: If you buy it, you will buy it. Does it matter when you buy it?

Wen Yan thought to himself that you sent it too early, leaving him unprepared. I don't know why, but suddenly pushed Jin Heng away, and said: Wait a while.

Wen Yan quickly walked into the bedroom, and took out a red envelope that he had prepared a long time ago from the closet. I don't know how much money was stuffed in the heavy bag, it was bulging. He put it in his pocket, made up his mind, and then went out.

Jin Heng stood by the window and waited for him without asking any questions, with a half-smile on his face.

Wen Yan coughed lowly, pulled his hand over, and slapped the red envelope in his pocket: New Year's gift.

Originally planned to deliver it at twelve o'clock in the evening, who knew that Jin Heng was so fast.

This red envelope is so full of weight that it can hardly be sealed. Jin Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his eyes, and unexpectedly found money inside: What is this?

Money, Wen Yan said as a matter of course, New Year's money.

Jin Heng laughed inexplicably, Wen Yan regarded himself as an elder of what generation, he probably counted: More than ten thousand, where did you get so much money?

Wen Yan corrected him: It's not ten thousand, it's nine thousand ninety-nine.

What a good meaning.

Jin Heng: Where did you come from?

Wen Yan briefly mentioned: Earned.

Even if he goes out to work now, it only costs more than 3,000 a month. The money has been accumulated for a long time one after another. If Wen Siwan's living expenses were not counted, it is no exaggeration to say that Wen Yan stuffed all the money in the bottom of the box.

This is how he treats a person well, without stinginess or scruples.

Jin Heng felt that the money in his hand was falling a bit.

Wen Yan asked him: Don't you like it?

Some apprehension.

Jin Heng didn't speak, stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, and after a long time said: I like it.

Wen Yan heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was a little proud, so he just said, giving money is the most practical. Before he could say anything in the future, a slight kiss suddenly fell on the tip of his ear, dense and hot, and gradually shifted to his lips.

Wen Yan met Jin Heng's deep gaze, and his breath was inexplicably suffocated. Fingertips unconsciously grasped his shoulder, closed his eyes and kissed back. His back was pressed against the cool glass window, fireworks were blooming behind him, and the profile of his profile was blurred.

Jin Heng pressed him against the wall, feeling violent. Wen Yan even felt a little pain from being kissed by him, and when he was getting better, he urged in a hoarse voice: Go to bed.

Jin Heng was so absorbed in the kiss that he didn't know whether he heard it or not. Wen Yan could only turn his back on the guest, grabbed him and dragged him to the bedroom. The clothes were all gone, only the solid-colored scarf was still loosely wrapped.

It was like a rope representing fate, tying the two of them tightly together.

Wen Yan raised his head, his fragile Adam's apple was exposed to the air, he slowly clasped the back of Jin Heng's head, moved his lips silently, and suddenly said three words in his ear: I love you...

Sincere and simple, deep-rooted and unforgettable.

Jin Heng paused for a moment, then slowly continued with what he had just left unfinished. He kissed Wenyan's hair, eyebrows, nose tip, lips, and finally the earlobe. After a long time, he whispered, Me too...

He is also...

The author has something to say: Author Jun (affectionate eyes): I love you too, I will try my best to make two updates today~

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