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When Gao Yang left, he said a few polite words to me.

He said, cousin, you haven't been with your family for so many years, consider coming over during the Chinese New Year.

I responded casually, asking if your mother told you to say that.

"My mother said every year that you don't come every year." He laughed.

I also laughed, smiling sincerely, "I spent the Chinese New Year with my friends."

Gao Yang changed the topic, "Cousin, you have to treat Xiao Ming well."

I looked back, Xiao Ming was not there, he seemed to be out shopping.

"I know."

I think I know very little about Xiao Ming, not even as much as Gao Yang knew in just a few weeks.

After all, if we say that our relationship is brothers, it is too far-fetched, but we can be called lovers, and I refuse to admit it.

If you want to say that you are friends with benefits, you can't do it, it sounds unethical; but if you are pure friends, it seems like a joke.

I've never tried to hide the fact that I'm gay, but I'm not so stupid as to go around saying "Look here's a real gay".

Among the female colleagues in the office, a few less reserved ones would come to me to express their love. I thought it was impossible to give a girl a good person card, so I had to say I was sorry.

Do you have a girlfriend yet?Some unconvinced girls will insist on asking again.

I thought about it, "No, but I have someone I like."

After a few rounds, everyone in the office knew that I had a girl I liked.

"Which one? Could it be Xiaoling, the pretty one?" The madman sitting next to me always tied the person he was interested in with me every time.

"Which one?" I squinted, not even knowing who this person was.

"The one who sat at the table next to you in the cafeteria yesterday kept peeking at you while eating."

I slapped him on the back of the head, "It's you who keep sneaking eyes on him, you mentally handicapped."

Xiao Ming asked me, brother, will you have a girlfriend in the future.

I assured him that a girlfriend is out of the question and there will never be a girlfriend in this life.Gay life is colorful, and I love being gay.

If Zong Ze is still there.

It's a pity that Zong Ze is gone.

But Xiao Ming is still there.

I can't tell the difference between Zong Ze and Xiao Ming.

I think I'm finally going insane.

In the past few days after I came back from the school celebration, I missed Zong Ze very much. For some reason, maybe he entrusted me with a dream underground.

I woke up from the dream, sweating profusely, and the scene in the dream was vividly reproduced over and over again.Zong Ze jumped down from upstairs, I saw him slowly climb up the window sill, glanced downstairs, the lollipop he was sucking in his mouth accidentally fell down.He frowned a little dissatisfied, climbed down again, took out a candy from the drawer, put it in his mouth, squeezed one in the palm of his hand, and climbed up to the window sill again. , posing in the posture of a roc spreading its wings, with its feet leaping vertically, like a young eagle learning to fly.

The flying time in the air was very short, he touched the ground again, and suddenly flew up again, and became a bird without feet that only landed on the ground once in his life.

When I arrived, Zong Ze had already let go of his hand, and he didn't take the candy away with him.

I went out of the room and washed my face with cold water.

"Brother?" Xiao Ming was still awake, and came out after hearing the noise.

I asked, "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock." Xiao Ming said, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," I paused, "I had a dream."

Xiao Ming has always been very smart, he understands what a dream is, and also understands that it is not easy to speak out about such things, so he stood there for a while before going back to his room.

"Xiao Ming," I called to stop him, "go and chat with me for a while."

I leaned against Xiao Ming silently, like a powerless drunk.

I suddenly wanted to tell people the story between me and Zong Ze, even if it was Xiao Ming, even if it was easy to hurt the child.

"Brother, you can say whatever you want," Xiao Ming said, "I'm fine."

I said Xiao Ming, what was the Chinese New Year like in your family before.

Xiao Ming was silent for a while and then said: "When my mother was still there, we would have a New Year's Eve dinner, and then watch the Spring Festival Gala together. I feel that there is nothing special except that the food is a little better than usual."

I think of what Zong Ze said, that he hasn't had a good year since he was a child.

I went to Zongze's house for the New Year.I said.

Xiao Ming nodded.

His family didn't feel like Chinese New Year at all, I said, but I had a very happy time that year.

I bought a plane ticket to that northern city when I was about to go on vacation.

That was the first time I went to that city, everything was strange and familiar at the same time.

Cities all look the same after all.

Zong Ze took me to his house, and the first thing he did was to call someone to check the heating system.

"Where's your father?" I looked around, the empty house didn't have the imaginary scene of ten maids standing on both sides, but the decoration style looked like a rich family.

"I don't know, I guess I haven't come back." Zong Ze said, "It will take a while for people to come. I didn't expect this when I came here before. Now I can only freeze."

I smiled, "It's okay, I wear a lot."

Zong Ze told me that his father was very strict with him, but he couldn't make up his mind and couldn't go home all day long. The women outside found one after another, and he didn't know how many stepmothers he had.

It's amazing to me that the two can be combined.

Later, after Zongze's accident, I met his father. He was a serious man on the surface, and severely accused me of being shameless, and even scolded Zongze into it.I'm short of breath, it's your own son after all, why would some parents be so hard-hearted.

Thinking about it carefully, I underestimated this man's ability to create humans.

Zong Ze didn't tell me. I guess he also knows that he has countless unknown brothers and sisters scattered in every corner of this city.

Not long after we arrived, one came. Zong Ze acted as if he hadn't seen him. I looked at the man in a suit and leather shoes and looked elite, but I didn't know his identity.

"Secretary Shao," Zongze turned around halfway up the stairs and asked, "Where is my dad?"

The man called Secretary Shao smiled and didn't speak.

So I understood that money can also make sex.

On New Year's Day, Zongze and I went to the square together to celebrate the new year.

There were no fireworks for us to watch, so we squatted poorly at the entrance of the mall, facing a huge screen with countdown numbers.We compared the time on our phones and counted down together in the last ten seconds.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven...three, two, one!"

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

The people around laughed with us as if they were looking at two fools, welcoming the cold winter that the new year and the old year have not yet passed.

When it comes to the Spring Festival, there is no square where we can count down in cotton-padded jackets, we can only shout along with the host of the Spring Festival Gala.

"Three, two, one!"

Crackling crackling crackling.

The sound of fireworks rang in my head, just thinking about it was very lively, and I didn't even need to see it.

Secretary Shao is not here tonight, Zong Ze and I are kissing on the sofa, with "Unforgettable Tonight" in our ears.

I've never felt this song fit so well.

We didn't order the New Year's Eve dinner from the restaurant, so we chose to cook it ourselves.The main thing is that I am the cook, and Zong Ze is in charge of helping me.

"Plate." He offered a plate.

"Salt." He handed up a spoon.

"...Where's the salt?" I turned my head to look at him.

"You scoop it yourself, I don't know which one it is."

Although I am a person who can distinguish between salt and sugar, the final dishes are still unbearable to look at, let alone eat.

Zong Ze frowned after stuffing a chopstick into his mouth, "This is probably the worst New Year's Eve dinner I've ever had."

If it is unpalatable, it will not kill people. I believe that I follow the recipe step by step, so that there will not be any wonderful chemical reactions that cause poisoning.Zongze and I sat down with chopsticks while complaining about the taste of the dishes, and brought out the spirit of honesty and honesty to the extreme.

Zong Ze took me to his elementary school and middle school.There was no one in the school yet, and the gate was closed.Based on the principle of being late and climbing over the wall, we walked half a circle around the school, found a good place to start, and climbed the outer railings into the campus.In winter in the north, snow just fell two days ago, and the playground is still a white and pure land because no one is walking.

Of course it won't be the next second.

This kind of behavior is very naive, but it has always existed.Being the first to leave footprints in a patch of snow that no one has ever walked on creates a sense of "Ha! This is mine!" pride.

After our first footprint, Zongze held me back and refused to let me go.

"Ok?"

"Let's draw the name!" He was dressed in red today, looking very festive.

"Okay." I smiled and let out a breath, rubbing my hands and his face.

After going through a series of actions such as rolling and crawling in the snow, we finally finished writing our names.

"Do you think it looks like it?"

"It's hard to see," I said, "you have to look down from above."

Zong Ze nodded, turned around and hugged me, and started to nibble my face, like a puppy who is excited about meeting its owner.

"I've wanted to do this since high school." He looked at me with satisfaction after nibbling.

"You had someone you wanted to do this in high school?" I raised my eyebrows.

Zong Ze chuckled, let go of me, "How could that be?"

I pretended to be angry and wanted to grab him, but he fell into the snow as soon as he stepped forward in a hurry.

I threw myself on top of him, feeling that the snow was going to bury the two of us, hiding in the ground where no one would know.

Our faces are cold, but our lips are unusually warm, slowly transferring heat when we stick to each other's faces.

Everything is cold and everything is hot. At this moment, I thought I was a heating body, slowly melting the surrounding white snow.

"Xiao Gang," I felt Zong Ze's lips move slightly, "I like you so much."