purple mist

In Beishi on the eve of the Spring Festival, most of the out-of-towners had left, but there were still some who had no choice but to get a ticket to go home, or stayed behind gritted their teeth in order to work overtime and sell stalls to make money.

And because of these people, the New Year's atmosphere in the city is even stronger.

With his hands in his pockets, Xue Bin walked on the street alone, wandering aimlessly.

He was dressed a little thinly and looked easily frozen.

An old small businessman on the side of the road saw it and couldn't help sighing.Maybe it was Xue Bin who reminded him of his son at home, so he waved slightly at Xue Bin, thinking that it would be fine if he didn't see it.

But Xue Bin was not half-blind like Xue Han, who turned his head with a slight frown.

The small vendor grinned in pain, but still took out a bottle of warm green tea from the hot water pot, wiped it casually with a black rag a few times, and stuffed it into Xue Bin's arms.

"Here, take a warmer to warm your body. It's very cold, and you don't wear too much clothes." The small vendor patted Xue Bin's shoulders heavily with two ravine-like law lines, as if he didn't want to see children wearing clothes. less parents.

Xue Bin, who was already in a bad mood, was about to get angry when his eyes sank, when the peddler, Yi Lao, pressed his callused fingers on the center of his brows, and taught him a lesson: "You are so young, why do you frown! You can kill it!" Flies."

Since Xue Bin took this position, who hasn't respected and feared him?When was it the turn of the roadside peddler to scold him? !

However, just as Xue Bin was about to wave away the small peddler's hand, his gaze froze.

It was a face full of years of hardships, cracked and peeled by the cold wind, vertical and horizontal folds, and frozen bloodshot cheeks... But the small piece of skin between the eyebrows survived, and it was smooth It's like it's never wrinkled.

This kind of life did not overwhelm him, and even made him smile at a stranger that only his parents would show.

It's like a man who has just been reprimanded by his boss, hiding all the hurt behind his back before entering the house, pulling the corners of his mouth to comfort the child who was knocked on the palm of his hand twice by the teacher.

The word 'Chuan' between Xue Bin's eyebrows slowly fell, he twisted off the cap of the green tea bottle, gulped several sips in front of the small vendor, and then slowly said: "You... are not a local Bar?"

"Want to go home for the New Year?"

"I've packed the stall, let's clean it up. I'll send a car to take you home."

"Send it as far away as possible."

After doing this, Xue Bin stood on the side of the road with a half bottle of green tea that had been cold for a long time, and left while looking at the taillights of the car.

The phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated twice, and he tapped the screen with his frozen fingers. It was a multimedia message from an unknown number.

Under the photos of the steaming mandarin duck hot pot and the assortment of dishes, there is a sentence of happy new year and a monkey covering his eyes.

After a while, Xue Bin sneered, dialed out a phone, and ordered in a gloomy tone: "Prepare me a table of hot pot."

— as if no one had it!

……

It is said that there is a kind of home sound ASMR which is very popular among people living alone.

Xue Han once heard it out of curiosity, but the voice was too fake. He put the plates and bowls on the table with a bang, and deliberately made a movement to wash the tableware. backed out.

But now, Xue Han, who has a round belly after eating, is half asleep and half awake on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV, listening to the real version of house sounds in his ears, and actually understands why some people need this kind of ASMR .

That is the echo of the world.

Plates and bowls are the most consuming part of eating hot pot. Rao bought some tableware specially today, and the ingredients for a hot pot meal are still arranged like a subway in the morning and evening rush hours, so stuffed that even a hair can't squeeze in.

After Lu Wei wrapped the rest of the ingredients in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator, he washed the dishes without distraction. He didn't even know what was happening on TV that made the audience laugh. advertise.

He didn't take off the apron that looked a little petite and funny on him until he put the last plate neatly on the draining rack.

It was picked by Xue Han, pink and white, with lace.

As the sound of water flow stopped abruptly, Xue Han raked his messy hair with five fingers, stood up from the sofa and said casually: "Police Officer Lu has worked hard~"

Lu Wei casually hung the apron on the hook next to the refrigerator, and let out a "hmm" without distraction.

He was rarely dressed casually today. The sleeves of his soft sweater were rolled up to his elbows because of washing dishes, revealing his smooth and lean forearm muscles.

Xue Hanwu, who had a bad stomach, flicked his dumb eyes on his arm, humbly and gentlemanly put one hand behind his back, and made a gesture of invitation to the sofa with the other hand, even the slightly curved arc It seems that after precise calculations, such a perfect posture was achieved.

This vaguely allowed Lu Wei to glimpse the former Xue Han, and also reminded him of the scene when he met Xue Han for the first time.

The noble son who was integrated with the violin played an obscure tune in the cold wind that passers-by could not understand. Was it also intentional?

Lu Wei knew that this duplicity boy must be planning something, but he still sat down on the sofa with a poker face.

After all, it's your own sofa, so why not sit on it?

Sure enough, Xue Han, who was a gentleman just a second ago, squeezed his ass beside Lu Wei. The small sofa gave him a unique opportunity to play hooligans...

He put his arm on the back of the sofa behind Lu Wei with a grandpa face, at first glance it looked like he was hugging Lu Wei.

In fact, Xue Han is not short, and he can even be considered tall among most northern boys.However, Xue Han is a little shorter than Lu Wei, and Lu Wei's figure is stronger because of his work as a criminal police officer, so naturally Lu Wei feels even more oppressive.

But this difference in height and momentum was perfectly resolved when he was sitting. Xue Han nodded with satisfaction, flipping through the encyclopedia of love stories in his heart, vowing to make the coffin-faced Officer Lu who is so sad Molested into a soft and delicious beautiful girl.

However, Lu Wei just raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, and took the mobile phone on the coffee table to edit the routine and uninnovative blessing text messages during the Chinese New Year every year.

Xue Han gave a "tsk" impatiently, exclaimed that he was bored, and mocked: "Who would like to read such text messages?"

"Of course you young people don't want to read it." Lu Wei didn't look up, thinking about the wording of the text message and said: "But haven't you heard that the older generation is very fond of it?"

Hearing this, Xue Han raised his eyebrows and joked, "Hey, Officer Lu admits that he is old?"

Lu Wei didn't answer, and set up group sending of text messages.

Of course it is impossible to be old, he just started working early and is only six or seven years older than Xue Han.

But as soon as no one spoke, Xue Han committed the old habit of not being left out.

He frowned and stretched out his hand to break Lu Wei's chin forcefully, and kissed the lips that made him a little addicted.

It was a tacit thought, and once they collide, they cannot be separated.

Lu Wei was surprised for a moment, and he didn't have time to think about whether it was mixed with surprise. There seemed to be thick ink splashed in his deep eyes, and he subconsciously responded indulgently.

Xue Han was like a wolf cub who hadn't eaten meat for a long time, almost pounced on Lu Wei's body, his ferocity was mixed with a gentleman's tenderness, trying to pass it on to Lu Wei through his lips and teeth.

Such an urgent move is undoubtedly pouring a pot of strong wine on Lu Wei's bitterly suppressed evil fire, but his movement of pressing Xue Han into his arms has not yet formed, the arsonist has already nibbled it contentedly Lu Wei's lower lip lifted up.

"It's okay, not old." Xue Han raised the corner of his mouth leisurely, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's quite exciting."

Lu Wei was almost laughed at by this other kind of teasing, and his black eyes flicked over the lips that were close at hand, and changed the subject in a casual way: "Young man, what happened to your class?"

Xue Han glanced at him strangely, then slowly sat back on the sofa, raised his eyes and said with a half-smile: "Officer Lu, were you also so confused when you were in love before?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Wei fiddled with the phone without saying a word for a long time, and after a while, he asked slowly, "What about you?"

"Me?" Xue Han rubbed his chin, thinking about it while watching the acrobatic performance on TV, and said after a while: "Of course I'm a master of middle school, but... falling in love, it seems that there is no serious talk Pass."

really.

Lu Wei sighed softly in his heart, feeling somewhat irritable and helpless.

And the irritability instantly turned into a raging fire following Xue Han's next sentence...

——"Ambiguous... mostly."

……

The next morning.

Yan Lingyi, who had embraced the beauty the night before, stretched out his hand from under the quilt for the seventh time and pressed the caller.

"Jingle bell bell bell..."

Finally, Yan Lingyi let out a strange cry that could not be tolerated, lifted the quilt and shouted angrily: "My real father!! Grandpa!! Ancestor!!! What are you going to do?!"

Xue Han on the other end of the phone said "Hey~" meaningfully, and jokingly said, "Dad bothering you?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Yan Lingyi whispering softly like a split personality, "Sleep a little longer, I'll go out to answer the phone".

Xue Han held up his mobile phone and chuckled a few times. He guessed it when he hung up the first call. There was a high probability that Yan Lingyi had caught a big fish and was sleeping soundly after a tiring night.

With the slight sound of closing the door, Yan Lingyi gritted his teeth and said: "Master, did you do it on purpose? I finally got the little secretary to be good, you..."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I apologize." Xue Han rascally dragged his voice over Yan Lingyi's chatter, but there was no apology in that tone.

But when Yan Lingyi asked him what was the matter, Xue Han became dumbfounded.

Perhaps he was silent for too long, but Yan Lingyi who was waiting for an answer on the other end of the phone became nervous, and said cautiously: "Why, what's the matter? What happened?"

But Xue Han still didn't speak.

Now Yan Lingyi was completely panicked, Xue Han was not afraid of anything, only when he walked out of Xue's house with his luggage was he so silent.

Therefore, Yan Lingyi's first reaction was that something big happened again, and he yelled: "Don't keep talking! What's wrong with this New Year's Eve?! The police station came to arrest you?! Your stupid brother What unreasonable thing did you do again? Is the Spring Festival legal holidays not stopped? No matter how big it is... Oh, I have something to tell you!!!!"

On the other end of the phone: "..."

Yan Lingyi: "..."

On the other end of the phone: "Cough... Do you need any special skills to fall in love with a man?"

Yan Lingyi felt that his passion for stabbing his brother's side was all fed to the dog: "..."

Early in the morning, Yan Lingyi, who was dragged out of the secretary's seductive masculinity, gritted his teeth and let out a roar from his throat: "That's it?!!!!!!"