Mortal Romance

The last group of people ate at McDonald's for the reunion dinner. They bought two full barrels of new spring fried chicken, one of which was angrily swept away by Xiao Chen who was looking forward to Shen Yunhuai's craftsmanship but failed in the end.Those who are full of wine and food should go home, and those who don't can only find a place to cool off by themselves-the bar is closed for three days during the Chinese New Year, as the boss Shen, the hands-off shopkeeper, said.

After getting everything settled, the two of them spent a leisurely and long afternoon.

Song Yile insisted that the first major festival the two of them celebrated together must be done by him in the kitchen. Shen Yunhuai couldn't resist him, so he obediently gave up his apron and put it on Song Yile, and tied a playful apron on the back of his slender waist in retaliation. bow.

Shen Yunhuai found the leftover red paper, brush and inkstone from the storeroom when sorting out the old things a few days ago, spread them on the bluestone table in the yard, and just tried to write a few strokes, but the ink was muddy in a puddle due to his unfamiliar handling of the brush On the red paper, he squinted his eyes dissatisfied and crumpled the paper into balls.When Song Yile prepared the dishes and was about to ask Shen Yunhuai whether the squirrel mandarin fish was sweet or sour, he just opened the door and saw a light leak in the sky. bird.

"Brother Shen." Song Yile called softly, and Shen Yunhuai turned around. Even though his face against the light was blurred, Song Yile felt that he was smiling.

Shen Yunhuai responded with an "hey": "It's just in time, I just wanted to ask you, what should I write in the Spring Festival couplet?"

"Anything?" Song Yile shook his head and approached Shen Yunhuai, picked up several crumpled balls of paper scattered on the ground, and unfolded them. It was a new spring congratulatory message that had already been written. Ruren, Song Yile glanced at it, and asked curiously: "Isn't this beautifully written, why did it get lost?"

"How good is it?" Shen Yunhuai was noncommittal, "I haven't written for more than ten years, and my hand is raw, and my pen shakes like a sieve."

"My mother used to catch me every Spring Festival and teach me to write Spring couplets. She started writing from the time of Xiaodouding to the age of seventeen or eighteen. She didn't care if the ugly ones were good-looking. She would always post them on the door. All the neighbors will see the crap I wrote." Shen Yunhuai lowered his head and laughed, and wrote a scribbled "Fu" on the waste paper at hand, and folded it into a small origami heart by pinching the corner.

"Ah, you also wrote the blessing on the door before?" Song Yile asked after thinking for a while.

Shen Yunhuai didn't answer, just smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Song Yile's cool knuckles, then clasped his wrist, pulled him into his arms, took off the ball of paper that Song Yile was clutching in his palm, and replaced it with Put the origami heart on it.

"What are you doing?" Song Yile narrowed his eyes, and looked closely at Shen Yunhuai's eyes, "The kids just sent origami hearts and origami stars. I'm 26 years old."

Shen Yunhuai missed a laugh, raised his head and kissed the tip of his nose: "Open it."

Hearing this, Song Yile unfolded the red heart carefully, his fingertips were stained with old red paper and faded, the paper was very small, about a little smaller than Song Yile's palm, he squeezed it with both hands, the sun just pierced through the clouds, The word "Fu" was bathed in the bright and warm sun.

Song Yile paused for two seconds, savoring the unfinished words in Shen Yunhuai's words, and then moved his gaze from the red paper to Shen Yunhuai's face.

"Brother Shen, I don't seem to have told you all this time." Song Yile stepped forward and kissed Shen Yunhuai's brow proactively, "The reason why my mother let us spend New Year's Eve together means that she recognizes that I am not just your lover. It's your family."

"Also, I love you."

The kiss fell on the lips.

You give me the love and blessings filled with green hills, clouds, sunsets, and surging;

I give you, the rest of my long life without any ideals in the world.

Chapter 25 Brief Separation

After the Spring Festival, in mid-February, the town has not yet experienced the east wind, but the withered and yellow branches of the vegetation have grown sporadic greenery, trembling crisply above the head with the wind.

The morning and dusk of this season are always chaotic, bright light and dark shadows are vaguely mixed together. After Song Yile was woken up by the annoying alarm clock, he squinted his sleepy eyes and opened the window of the room. Immediately slipped into the house.Song Yile stood by the window and woke up. Before he could put on his glasses, he first turned on the phone, and then held the phone in his palm like a treasure, waiting for Shen Yunhuai's call.

Counting the days, Song Yile and Shen Yunhuai haven't seen each other for half a month.

Before the Spring Festival was over, Shen Yunhuai became busy. Whether he was at his desk day or night to catch up on manuscripts, or he forgot to sleep and eat and hold a video conference with a group of foreigners, no matter what Song Yile asked, Shen Yunhuai would just say it calmly to pay back personal affection.And why this favor, he did not know after all, until Shen Yunhuai answered the phone on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year and said that he would go to Country F for about a month or two. For the two people who have lived, it is not too short.

This time Song Yile won't let him make jokes and gags. After asking for a long time, Shen Yunhuai finally let go and said that he had entrusted a senior with a good undergraduate relationship to help renovate the attic. He wasted a lot of tongue and thought The debt of favor has to be repaid.

In the final analysis, it was all for his own happiness, how could Song Yile complain without knowing what is good or bad.