365 days a year do not want to open

Wu Ye could see the shivering, immediately took off his gloves and touched his face, and said with concern: "Frozen? Go up and take a hot bath."

"No..." Rubbing his arms, Shen Mo resumed his tugging look: "I'm from the north, I..." A gust of wind blew out, and it was bitingly cold: "I..." He and I couldn't come out, three steps away. He rushed to the front in two steps and entered the corridor.

Wu Ye also felt cold, and hurriedly followed, while Shen Mo had already entered.

"Auntie." In the living room of Wu's house, Wu's father and Wu's mother were watching TV, and Wu Rong was practicing kicking, which made Shen Mo stunned.

"Shen Mo, we don't have heating here, go take a hot bath to keep warm." Mother Wu felt his coldness.

"I'll take him there." It was Wu Ye who spoke, and after entering, he patted Shen Mo's arm: "Go get a change of clothes."

"Oh." Shen Mo's eyes moved away from Lian Wing Chun's Wu Rong, and followed Wu Ye into the room: "How many years has Wu Rong practiced?"

Look at the vigorous posture.

"I started practicing at the age of four."

"..."

Shocked, Shen Mo opened the suitcase and found a pair of underwear and a set of pajamas.

"Is it thick enough?" he wondered.

"Enough." Wu Ye pointed to the air conditioner: "There is an air conditioner."

Shen Mo disapproved: "Waste of electricity."

Wu Ye had no choice but to say, "I'll give you a luxury."

Shen Mo, who turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower, covered his mouth and snickered while thinking, Oscar owes me a statuette.

Although the bathroom in Wu Ye's house is small, Shen Mo's bath was very warm.

Seeing his hair coming out with wet hair, Wu Ye pointed to the plugged-in hair dryer and asked him to do it himself: "I'm going to take a shower."

"Yeah." When he was alone in the room, Shen Mo began to look at Wu Ye's room.

How should I put it, it is quite satisfactory, simple and tidy, but seeing half of the books casually thrown by the bedside makes the room not lose the breath of life.

Shen Mo didn't hate this place, on the contrary, because the whole space was filled with Wu Ye's breath, he felt very relaxed.

So he dried his hair and dragged the guitar bag to the bed.

When Wu Ye came in, what he saw was Shen Mo sitting cross-legged on his bed and plucking the strings, which really surprised him.

Because Shen Mo is really handsome when he plays the piano.

There is an indescribable youthfulness, bright and clean.

Wu Ye didn't dare close the door too loudly, because she didn't want to disturb Shen Mo.

Shen Mo still found Wu Ye, raised his head and glanced, the corner of his mouth curled up in a triumphant arc, and then began to show off his skills.

So Wu Ye's eyes were attracted by those hands, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Can you play?" Shen Mo challenged.

"No." Wu Ye shook his head and sat down beside Shen Mo.

"I think so too." After all, he was a soldier, and Shen Mo didn't expect Wu Ye to play harmoniously with him.

"A wild and romantic instrument like the guitar doesn't match my temperament," Wu Ye said.

"Tsk?" Shen Mo looked at him with bored eyes: "Then what musical instrument is worthy of you?"

"I can play the piano." Wu Ye smiled.

"Can you play a little star or two tigers?" Shen Mo asked.

"Everything." Wu Ye said with his eyes bent.

Shen Mo chuckled, and the rhythm in his hands was disrupted.

The atmosphere became thicker because of his laughter and Wu Ye's staring. Slowly, he himself realized this, so he turned around and continued playing.

"Have you ever been in love?" Wu Ye's question made the piano sound stop abruptly.

Shen Mo wondered, which love song was Wu Ye talking about?

But he has never talked about any love.

Biting the corner of his mouth and dialing a few more notes, he asked back, "Have you talked about it?"

"No." Wu Ye answered very simply, lying on the bed with a smile: "I have high vision."

"Cut." The tension in Shen Mo's heart disappeared a bit, and he returned to his unscrupulous appearance, and looked back at who: "Is that a virgin?"

"Tell it as if you are not the same." Wu Ye said, he didn't feel that he was lying at all, because it was the truth, since he was born from the mother's womb, he had never held anyone's hand.

"I'm really not." Shen Mo said.

"..." Wu Ye glanced at him, then at the distance between the two of them, and moved a little to the side.

"What do you mean?" Shen Mo raised his eyebrows.

"It's not interesting, I'm afraid you will spoil me." Wu Ye said, then got up and went to the closet to get the quilt.

"Isn't there one on the bed?" For some reason, Shen Mo felt that the atmosphere was suddenly cold and unhappy.

"One is not enough to cover." Wu Ye replied, then took out the second one and put it on the other side of the bed.

"Are you jealous?" Shen Mo looked at him, his fingers resting on the strings, motionless.

"What?" Wu Ye raised his head in confusion, his eyes full of questions: "Why are you jealous?"

Shen Mo didn't speak.

After thinking about it for a while, Wu Ye seemed to understand, and immediately looked at Shen Mo playfully: "You're not my boyfriend, so I'm taking your jealousy too lightly."

That's right, Shen Mo snorted softly, bowed his head and continued to pluck the strings.

This time the melody is a little wild, like a vent.

"Play a song from the new album?" Wu Ye suggested as he crawled into his bed.

"No." Shen Mo flatly refused.

"Okay, then you can play whatever you want." Wu Ye chuckled, leaning against the head of the bed and continuing to read.

This is the life of going back to my hometown for the New Year, without entertainment or nightlife.

"Are you bored?" Wu Ye asked after thinking about the sound of the piano.

"Don't make noise." Shen Mo said.

Only then did Wu Ye see that Shen Mo was writing, drawing, and composing music in his notebook with a pencil?

So Wu Ye shut up and read the book honestly.

I have been tossing around all day today, and I am quite tired. After reading a book for a while, my eyes start to panting, and I feel drowsy. It is normal, after all, my body is not fully recovered.

"I'm going to bed first." Wu Ye put down the book, said something to Shen Mo who was still struggling, and lay down under the covers to get ready for sleep.

Shen Mo paused holding the arm of the guitar, looked back, and found that Wu Ye had really fallen asleep, and suddenly felt bored: "Oh, I fell asleep too."

Playing balls without an audience.

"Come on." Wu Ye opened his eyes and smiled.

Why is this sentence ambiguous?

Shen Mo put the guitar down, put the notebook casually beside him, then stopped, turned his head and pointed to the window and asked, "Can I smoke?"

cigarette?

Wu Ye was taken aback by his question, then nodded: "Okay, but don't sleep on my bed if it smells like cigarettes."

Shen Mo paused for a cigarette, and looked at Wu Ye in disbelief, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Don't look at me like that," Wu Ye said, "There is no smoker in my house."

"Okay." After a few seconds of stalemate, Shen Mo put the cigarette back: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After a while he came back, Wu Ye looked at the cigarette case, and then at him: "Why, do you regret coming to my house for the New Year?"

"No." Shen Mo didn't see anything on his face.

"It's cold outside, come in quickly." Wu Ye lifted the quilt next door, very friendly.

"Come here." Shen Mo stretched one foot in, then stretched it out again: "I want your quilt."

Wu Ye looked at him: "Aren't you a hooligan?"

Shen Mo snorted with a smirk: "It's called a hooligan to get into your bed directly."

"Really?" Wu Ye lifted his quilt: "Come on, I'll warm you up."

Fuck, Shen Mo cursed secretly in his heart, feeling that he was being molested, and he couldn't make waves: "Forget it, I will warm myself."

He got under the cold blanket again, shivered exaggeratedly: "Cold." Then he secretly watched Wu Ye's reaction.

Next door, Wu Ye had already tucked in the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.

"……"damn thing.

Shen Mo was very depressed, and he couldn't say why he was depressed, maybe it was because he was unfamiliar with the place, and he didn't know the bed, maybe it was because Wu Ye was not considerate enough, and refused to give him the warm quilt.

But then again, why did Wu Ye let out the bed that he worked so hard to warm up, right?

Thinking about all this mess, Shen Mo didn't even feel sleepy.

At first he thought it was the wrong posture, but later he admitted the fact that he recognized the bed.

"Can't sleep? Is it too cold?" Wu Ye didn't fall asleep either. He stretched his hand from the next door into Shen Mo's bed, and then quickly retracted it: "I'm sorry."

"Fuck..." Shen Mo couldn't sleep even more after being covered in such a pattern: "What are you doing? Eat my tofu while I'm sleeping?"

Wu Ye's face was full of black lines: "I saw you tossing and turning, and besides, I didn't know you pointed your butt at me."

But Shen Mo's bed was really not warm, a bit unscientific, after all, Wu Ye tried to sleep with the air conditioner on and was woken up by the heat: "Come here." He was worried that Shen Mo would catch a cold after tossing around like this, so he lifted his bed to invite him.

"No need." Shen Mo said vaguely with his back turned to him: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, it will be warm in a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hot body crawled over and pressed against Shen Mo from behind, whoever it was if it wasn't Wu Ye: "Come to the door to send warmth."

This guy was too tight, and Shen Mo froze because of this manipulation, and he didn't dare to turn his head or move: "Are you all right? Where are you going back and forth?"

"5 minutes." Wu Ye said behind him.

It was only then that Shen Mo realized that Wu Ye's voice was quite impressive, especially when he was so close...

He dared not say anything more.

I just felt that a stove came under the bed, and it was hot.

Shen Mo, who was so hot, made a move to breathe, and Wu Ye behind him smiled softly, and asked, "Is it very powerful?"

"Yeah, awesome." Shen Mo blurted out.

"Then I'll go back." Wu Ye successfully retired.

Now it's even more awesome, Shen Mo thought to himself, I'm afraid it's not X dysfunction.

The cursing little rock and roll prince tucked in the quilt to lock in other people's body temperature and fell asleep successfully.

It’s good to spend New Year’s Eve in a small county town. I eat and sleep every day, and I don’t have to follow my relatives.

When there were only two people in the family, Wu Ye was in charge of cooking and serving guests from the city.

Shen Mo posted the photo of the New Year's Eve dinner on Moments, showing off: There is food to eat, and red envelopes to take, thank you uncles and aunts.

His brother Shen Chang: At his father-in-law's house?

His elder sister Shen Fei: Whose cabbage is it?

When people who knew Shen Mo before saw this post, they all reacted like the Shen family siblings, thinking that Shen Mo was at his girlfriend's house.

What look, Shen Mo was speechless.

Looking carefully, there is a message from Wu Ye: Come back next year.

It was a good idea, and he replied: Why?

No name, no distinction, who the fuck goes home with others every year for the New Year.

Wu Ye didn't reply, because he had a direct conversation in the three-dimensional: "Parents are not at home tonight, so I'll take you to a restaurant."

"Driving?" Shen Mo asked.

"Not open." Because that restaurant is not far away.

"Then don't go." Shen Mo went back and continued playing with his phone: "Too lazy to walk."

But it's cold to drive, Boss, Wu Ye thought so, got up and put on a coat: "It's not far, I'll carry you, shall I?"

"Let's go." Shen Mo got up from the bed and found his clothes.

The upper body is down, and the lower body is coral fleece pajama pants, which is very chic.

Wu Ye took a look and nodded, it looked like they belonged to their village.

After going downstairs, Shen Mo let out a hey.

Wu Ye, who had gone far away, fell back and bent down in front of him: "Come up."

"Thank you." Shen Mo climbed up, accepting Wu Ye's service with peace of mind.

The restaurant was really close, and after leaving the gate of the community, turn left, and within 200 meters, Wu Ye put Shen Mo down.

The bright and lively environment should look good.

Shen Mo stood behind Wu Ye and took a look, and he was relieved to find that he was not the only one who came out to eat in pajama pants.

"Did you find that yours is the best?" Wu Ye asked.

"Shut up." Shen Mo found an empty seat and sat down.

And when Wu Ye went to order food, his tall figure stood out from the crowd in the restaurant, making Shen Mo unable to see others at all.

He looked at it twice, lowered his head and wrote a copy written with emotion: Someone cooks for you, washes your clothes for you, carries you to eat, warms your bed, but he doesn't like you, you taste, you care Taste.

The author has something to say:

The child's heart is rippling, can the sex scene be far behind!