deep closet game

"Jiamu, let's go quickly! What time is it, in case there is another traffic jam later!" The door of the apartment had already been opened, and Chang Xunli stood at the door and shouted loudly into it with big bags and small bags.

"Immediately!" Qi Jiamu squeezed and pressed the concealer in front of the mirror, and finally shook his head helplessly, turned off the light and walked out, "It's up to you, I have to buy so many chocolates, look The big bump on my nose looks like Pinocchio."

Chang Xun couldn't laugh or cry: "You bought so many chocolates, you don't have to eat them, I forced you to eat them?"

Qi Jiamu picked up the bag and glanced away at Chang Xun: "I know that I can't walk when I see chocolate, and I don't have any self-awareness at all!"

"All right, all right, depend on me, let's go quickly."

During the Spring Festival holiday, the traffic on the road was significantly less, but on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, it was significantly more. When the car drove on the main road, it could no longer exceed [-] miles.

Qi Jiamu opened the mirror on the co-pilot's roof and looked at it for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more obvious and funny his nose was red, and he couldn't help showing an irritable expression.

Chang Xun glanced at it, and said with a slight smile: "Okay, every year we come to our house to celebrate the New Year, my parents still don't know what you look like? Why do you care so much about a pimple?"

"I go to your house every year, and this year is different."

"Why is it different?" Chang Xun asked with a smile.

"You won't drive me away this year." Qi Jiamu smiled.

Chang Xun was startled, his smile froze on his face, he turned his head to look at the lane next to him, and turned the steering wheel to change lanes.

It was already past six o'clock when we arrived at Chang Xun's parents' house. Song Yu opened the door with a smile, and Chang Peishan was still busy in the kitchen.

"Auntie, I'm going to help uncle cook." Qi Jiamu put down his things and rolled up his sleeves to go to the kitchen, but Song Yu hurriedly stopped him.

"Okay, okay, he'll finish it right away, just sit down and don't be too busy."

"What's the matter?" Qi Jiamu smiled, "I help uncle every year."

"I help every year, but I am not allowed to help this year." Song Yu got up and went into the bedroom. After a while, he came out with a red envelope in his hand. "This year is different. Come on, kid, take it."

"Hey, what do you say?" Qi Jiamu hastily pushed back, "I'm already in my thirties, so give me the New Year's money?"

"This is not called New Year's money," Song Yu said with a gentle smile, "This is the first time I bring a date to my house for the New Year, and the elders have to give it."

"Take it," Chang Xun also said softly, "This is the rule, and it is also my parents' wishes."

"Oh, it's a good rule, so I won't be polite!" Qi Jiamu said happily, took the red envelope and stuffed it into the bag.

The New Year's Eve dinner was sumptuous and delicious. Qi Jiamu poured some white wine for both Chang Peishan and his son. Song Yu couldn't drink it, so he poured some drinks for her, and then poured it into his own cup as well.

"Hey?" Song Yu hurriedly stopped Qi Jiamu, "Don't be like me, drink some wine to celebrate the New Year."

Qi Jiamu smiled and said: "I can't drink liquor, let's have a drink with you."

Chang Xun saw it, and knew that Qi Jiamu was afraid of getting drunk and losing his temper. After thinking about it, he said, "This is the first time we celebrate the New Year together, drink less, have a drink with my dad, and you have another drink."

Qi Jiamu had no choice but to pour himself a small cup.

"Come, welcome Jiamu to our house, and we will be reunited every year in the future." Song Yu watched Qi Jiamu pour the wine, and before he sat down, he couldn't wait to get up and raised his glass.

"Reunion and reunion." Chang Xun echoed with a smile, Chang Peishan also nodded with a smile, Qi Jiamu smiled and clinked glasses with the three of them, and took a sip. The bitter and spicy white wine burned all the way into the stomach, and immediately felt clear blushed his face.

"Come, come, eat two bites of food first," Song Yu looked at Qi Jiamu's face, and quickly picked up a piece of ribs for him.

"Thank you, Auntie." Qi Jiamu didn't care too much, picked up his chopsticks and hurriedly ate the meat.

"How is it, Xiao Qi, are you busy?" Chang Peishan put down his glass and asked casually.

"It's okay," Qi Jiamu replied with a smile while chewing the meat in his mouth, "I was still with the crew last month, and recently I was writing a book at home, and there was no such thing as a reminder, it's not that big. Pressure, but if you work, you will get money, if you don’t work, you will burn money.”

"Hey, when the money is not finished," Song Yu picked up another piece of fish for him, "It's serious to enjoy it as soon as possible."

"That's right! I've always thought about spending as much as I earn, but Chang Xun is always in charge of me and doesn't like me spending money like this."

Song Yu heard this, and quickly gave Chang Xun a white look, and said, "If you don't earn money and spend it on others, it's not counted, and you still manage them?"

Chang Xun said with a helpless smile: "He spends so much money, he bought a sweater on Double Eleven, the exact same style, two pieces each in black, white and gray. Is that plausible?"

Song Yuliu raised her eyebrows: "How much are a few sweaters? Did I teach you to be so stingy?"

Chang Xun opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to tell Song Yu that the sweaters they were wearing now cost thousands, so he could only silently shut his mouth and nodded in agreement, while Qi Jiamu secretly stuck out his tongue at him, showing a tricky smile .

"Your parents are gone, right?" Chang Peishan changed the subject again.

"My father is gone, and my mother got married a few years ago. My stepfather has three children in his family. I don't usually go there." Qi Jiamu replied.

"Very good," Song Yu answered, "From now on, you will come here often, and your uncle and I are just like your parents."

Chang Xun laughed and said, "Is there such a thing as taking advantage of others?"

Hearing this, Song Yu stepped on Chang Xun's foot under the table. Chang Xun flinched and asked Qi Jiamu with a smile, "My parents recognize you as their son, do you want to?"

Qi Jiamu's heart warmed up, but he smiled and said, "How many times do I come to our house throughout the year, not as frequently as your own son? How dare you help me out!"

After talking and laughing at dinner for more than two hours, the three men were a little drunk, Song Yu reheated the cold meal, but in the end, no one moved their chopsticks anymore, so she kicked them off the table , started to pack up the dishes.

"Hey Jiamu, leave it alone, watch TV." Seeing that Qi Jiamu wanted to help again, Song Yu quickly raised his elbow to stop him.

"I'll help you clean things up quickly." Qi Jiamu said with a smile, "I only drank two glasses, so I won't give you a bowl."

"Ouch, that's fine. I don't plan to brush it either, so I'll just clean it up. I'll talk about it tomorrow. Hurry up and go."

Song Yu talked and talked, and finally threw Qi Jiamu out of the kitchen.

Chang Peishan was sitting on the sofa, straining his eyes to reply to the New Year's greeting messages on his phone. Chang Xun's face was flushed, and he took a sip of tea from his cup. Aside from being a little sluggish, he didn't seem too drunk.

Qi Jiamu walked to the living room, picked up the kettle and refilled tea, Chang Xun saw it, and teased, "It really looks like I've passed through the door."

Qi Jiamu gave Chang Xun a blank look, pushed the teacup in front of Chang Peishan, and respectfully said, "Uncle, drink tea."

"Okay, okay." Chang Peishan put down his phone with a smile, and took a sip, but Chang Xun's phone rang just in time.

"Huh? Lele hey."

When Qi Jiamu heard this, he hurried to Chang Xun's side and pressed the answer button of the video call.

"Brother—hey? Brother Jiamu! Happy Chinese New Year!" Chang Le's smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Happy Chinese New Year." The two responded in unison, and Chang Xun asked again, "Where are you?"

"At home, Zhihan and I are going to make some New Year's Eve dinner, and he is cutting the meat!" Chang Le said, and walked to Gao Zhihan with his mobile phone, "Zhihan Zhihan, say hello to my brother .”

"Hey, go to the side and get dressed—hey brother, happy Chinese New Year." Gao Zhihan was wearing an apron and wielding a knife, and while driving Chang Le away, he greeted the new year on his phone.

"Just the two of you celebrating the new year? Where's my uncle and my aunt?"

"I'm back in China, didn't I go to accompany grandma?"

"Really, I knew I would have asked them to come to celebrate the New Year together."

"Hey, don't be in the kitchen, go to the living room and make a phone call." Gao Zhihan's voice leaked from the microphone.

Chang Le flattened his mouth at Gao Zhihan, turned his head to the screen and said, "Where are my uncle and the others?"

"I'm here," Chang Xun handed the phone to Chang Peishan, and shouted to the kitchen, "Mom! Lele's video! Happy New Year to you!"

The program of the Spring Festival Gala was still as lively and boring as ever. Chang Peishan got drunk and fell asleep on the sofa unknowingly. Song Yu woke him up and took him back to the bedroom. How old was the thought, only Chang Xun and Qi Jiamu were left in the living room watching TV while swiping their phones.

After a skit was over, the jokes on Weibo had been quickly reposted. Qi Jiamu was lying on Chang Xun's lap.

"Hey! Spray me in the face!" Qi Jiamu raised his hand and hit Chang Xun's chest, took out a piece of paper and wiped it, Chang Xun smiled and read the passage to Qi Jiamu, which also made Qi Jiamu giggle laugh.

Chang Xun looked down at Qi Jiamu, whose face was still flushed, and suddenly his heart moved, he bent his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Jamu."

"Ok?"

"I have wronged you all these years."

"Why are you so emotional all of a sudden?"

"I might not have thought it before, but now that I think about it, for so many years, you have taken care of my parents like your own son, and you have helped them prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, but you have never stayed for a meal. I am really sorry for you."

"Oh my god, I can't get used to being so serious all of a sudden."

Chang Xun raised his hand and caressed Qi Jiamu's face, with infinite tenderness in his heart: "If someone as good as you is willing to follow me, what can I do."

Qi Jiamu smiled when he heard the words, propped himself up on the sofa, kissed Chang Xun, lay down again, and said, "It's because I'm blind and stubborn."

Chang Xun smiled softly, reached out and brought a strawberry to Qi Jiamu's lips, Qi Jiamu opened his mouth to swallow it with a smile, and a burst of laughter and applause erupted from the TV, attracting the attention of both of them, and then unconsciously followed Laughed lightly.

The heating was steaming, the windows were covered with a layer of mist, and the light of fireworks in the distance penetrated faintly, making the living room more brilliant and warm.