[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

Zhang Jiale was confused about whether to go home for the New Year because Sun Zheping asked him "whether or not to go home for the New Year" while teasing the cat one day.

Zhang Jiale blurted out without thinking at the time: "This is really a good question."

Whether he will go home or not, he doesn't know.

"Why don't you come to my house?"

When Sun Zheping said this, Zhang Jiale was leaning in his arms looking at the photo of Huang Shaotian's new orange tabby cat. Looking at Weibo, it seemed that Yu Wenzhou bought it for him. Like a universe.

"Go to your home?"

Zhang Jiale asked a question seemingly absent-mindedly, but curiosity arose in his heart.

"My parents asked me to take you home when I have time, let me introduce you." Sun Zheping zoomed in on the photo while talking: "There is no Zhang Xiaohei handsome."

There is a saying that goes well. When parents are in their twenties, they hope that their son can find a girl with good conditions. When they are in their thirties, they have already become alive. After all, they have experienced Isn't it nice to find a companion to grow old together?

Sun Zheping was not the kind of obedient child since he was a child. When he said he found a boyfriend, his parents were not too surprised.Besides Zhang Jiale, they knew each other, he was the guy Sun Zheping used to talk about when he went out to play games and called home.

"also."

Zhang Jiale agreed, yawned and continued to read Weibo.

Recently, there are more and more fan works about the two of them on Weibo, and there is even a Weibo called "Double Flower Grain Hoarding Land". .

For example, this writing is good, and that one is so cruel, his glass heart is broken all over the place, and there is another one that draws so beautifully, I don’t even know that I am so handsome, and "I rely on my grandson, how can they Draw your figure so well, and they haven't seen it???" etc.

Sun Zheping read Zhang Jiale's comments one by one, and came to a conclusion: "They just want to see me fuck you and how I fuck you."

Zhang Jiale began to complain about her fans again: "I know that I enjoy selling my idol's ass all day long."

"How do you know it's your fans and not mine?" Sun Zheping patted Zhang Jiale's butt. "And you have a nice ass."

Zhang Jiale cursed "rogue" in a low voice.

The two of them discussed what to eat for the New Year, and it was a week before the Spring Festival.

Sun Zheping held the notebook that Zhang Jiale used to write and draw, held a pen in his mouth, and asked Zhang Jiale like a gangster standing in the corner smoking a cigarette: "What do you want to eat for Chinese New Year?"

Zhang Jiale had just connected the computer to the TV screen at that time, and was resting his legs on Sun Zheping's lap, holding the keyboard and mouse to aim at Huang Shaotian's text bubbles.

"Crayfish."

Zhang Jiale manipulated the character to sprint to avoid Huang Shaotian's attack, and Huang Shaotian's voice gradually weakened from the earphone he was wearing: "Zhang Jiale, why do you engage in wild sneak attacks like Ye Xiu, so unkind!"

"Just one crawfish?"

Zhang Jiale nodded, and looked at the screen with a smile of a kid trying to play a prank: "Yeah."

"You are so easy to please."

While muttering, Sun Zheping put the crayfish first.

"Of course, I'm satisfied with you alone," Zhang Jiale said after reaching a safe place, took off his earphones, and moved his fingers. "When the time comes, just go to the restaurant and buy some. What do you eat during the Chinese New Year?"

"My dad used to cook with fatty meat," Sun Zheping's expression changed, as if he remembered something that was not a good experience. "Both of them can't eat meat dishes very much, so I ate them in the end."

"So you plan to cook yourself this year?"

Sun Zheping nodded: "Yes."

"Your cooking skills are so good," Zhang Jiale smacked his lips. "It's a pity not to cook."

Sun Zheping tapped the notebook with a pen: "Where's the soup, what do you want to drink?"

"Don't you want to drink? Buy some cocktails. They look good and you don't get drunk?"

"Row."

So Sun Zheping added another cocktail to his notebook.

"Soup... borscht?"

"Don't you want to eat beef and corn soup?"

"Don't I think borscht looks festive, it's pretty much the same anyway?"

"What about the food, can you eat Kyoto ribs?"

"Of course I can. If you know how to cook, can you still have dishes that I don't eat?"

"Where's the fish, carp?"

"Wuchang Fish, by the way, I'll make you a red oil chicken, you write it down."

"Well, let's add Liangpier, where's the green vegetables?"

"Won't you add chicken wings?"

"Are you finished?"

"If you can't finish it, you have to add it. This is a must."

"alright."

Sun Zheping sighed, and felt that this was no different from the dishes his father used to cook. I don't know if his parents would discuss this before Chinese New Year, but maybe they would add that their son loves to eat What.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohei and Sun Xiaohuang didn't need to make special arrangements for food. They were already happy with the usual canned food, and they might not be able to eat it if they changed their food.If it’s really for the festival, maybe I can wear two clothes for a photo shoot. I have a bunch of pet clothes sent by fans and given by colleagues at home.

The two of them were so absorbed in chatting and eating that they couldn't remember that the live broadcast was still on.

Fans are more painful to hear it, those who didn't eat breakfast at work, those who only drank fruit juice to lose weight, those who just woke up and don't want to get out of bed to cook, all of them are so hungry.

And seeing Zhang Jiale sitting so casually with Sun Zheping so intimately, the fans felt itchy again, while enduring the feeling of "can eat the whole earth", they imagined a big scene of OOXX on the sofa.