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Going north along the interstate highway, we arrived at NYC at dawn.

NYC in the morning light is not like the big Apple that is drunk with money. There are no people on the street. It must be a rare vacation. Except for the stock exchange that is still busy at this time, everyone is still asleep.

It was very easy to book a hotel for New Year's Eve. After much deliberation, Admiralty found a hotel two blocks away from Times Square in advance.

They wore clothes that looked like gangsters, and the manager saw that they were worth a lot at a glance. They checked in smoothly, and Song Ping followed Jin Zhongda into the room in a daze.

Exactly ten people, booked five rooms.Perhaps because of the fledgling plot, Song Ping originally wanted to live with Zhang Yixing, but when he saw Park Chanyeol's sharp eyes, he turned his head and pretended to be sleeping with Admiralty.

After taking a short shower, Song Ping's old waist disease left in his early years began to ache again.He has been sitting for too long this day, and he can only feel stretched when he lies flat on a hard object.

Song Ping spread a layer of long bath towels, and lay on the floor of the living room of the suite, covering the sunlight in front of his eyes with his hands.

When Jin Zhongda came out wearing a bathrobe, he saw his wet and curly hair lying on his forehead, dripping water quietly, and he felt like teasing him.

He knelt beside Song Ping, stretched out his hand to hold Song Ping's hand in front of him, he seemed to be tired, his mouth moved but he didn't say anything.

Jin Zhongda changed his posture and lay down on the sofa next to him, with his hands hanging down and patting Song Ping's chest indiscriminately.

NYC is just beginning to wake up, but they are slowly falling asleep.

They slept until the afternoon before going out, ate a burger at a 24/7 fast food restaurant, bought a few cans of beer and the cheap whiskey you can find everywhere in the supermarket, and ran to Times Square.

Unlike Christmas, when it snowed, there was just some wind on New Year's Eve. They kept bumping into other people's arms and kept running forward, as if they would never stop.

It wasn't too late for them to arrive at Times Square, and if they couldn't get in the front row, they found a place near the railing to enjoy the breeze, took out the wine from the pocket of their backpack, bit off the bottle cap and drank it in big gulps.

Alcohol burned into the limbs and bones, dispelling the cold air in winter and letting the warmth flow back to the heart.

There are many people staying in Times Square for New Year's Eve, people of all skin colors who speak various languages, and their oriental faces are not prominent among them.

Holding their respective wine bottles, they collided with each other loudly, talking, laughing, and making noise.

This was Song Ping's first New Year's Eve with so many people. He happily took a sip of wine and looked up at TheBall hanging in mid-air drunkenly.

Standing next to him, Zhang Yixing reached out to wipe the blush on his cheeks, smiled and said nothing, and got together with Park Chanyeol who was standing behind them.

Time passed quickly in the fight, and Song Ping finally drank a whole bottle of whiskey with the help of Jin Zhongda. He put down the empty bottle and looked up at TheBall gradually lighting up under the countdown.

He was hugged from behind, and from the strong amber fragrance, he knew that the one behind must be Jin Zhongda.

Jin Zhongda's hug was so strong that it was almost suffocating. His ribs were squeezed and hurt a little. Before he could make a sound, the other party gave up his strength.

But he was still not released.

The skin behind the ear was frozen stiff by the cold wind, but at this moment it was softened a lot by Jin Zhongda's warm breath.

A soft object hotter than alcohol touched Song Ping's earbone, and only stayed there for a moment.

On the stage below The Ball, there is this year's headliner singing a song with a fast drum beat.

Song Ping could only hear Jin Zhongda's breathing, and the soft snort of kissing behind his ear bone.

"Happy New Year."

The sound reached the ears, blurring all the hustle and bustle poured into Song Ping's ears.

There is only a colorful light spot in front of my eyes, red, white, and more darkness as the background.

Just as Song Ping was about to turn around, he realized that Jin Zhongda had let go of him, and he could see that Jin Zhongda also hugged Do Kyungsoo who was standing beside him, holding a whiskey bottle in his hand funny.

She also kissed lightly next to his ear.

Song Ping breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not the special one, but he soon became sad again.

As smart as he is, he doesn't know what is sad.

Just as Kim Jong In wanted to take a step forward to get next to Bian Baekhyun, he saw Wu Shixun and Bian Baekhyun's hands holding each other tightly, their fingers intertwined.

The originally gentle, shy smile on his face immediately cooled down, and the youthful feeling that had lasted all day also disappeared in the cold wind.

The two people holding hands in front were completely unaware of his ferocious eyes, and hugged each other on their own.

There was only one step between him and them, but it felt like Wu Shixun's voice had reached him through the entire Pacific Ocean.

"Happy New Year."

The voice that replied to Oh Sehun was soft and gentle, something Kim Jong In had never heard from Baekhyun's mouth before.

Baekhyun smiled, his eyes sparkled with the colorful neon lights of NYC and the dazzling light of The Ball.

Honey brown bangs lay softly on Baekhyun's forehead, making him look like a high school student. He smiled sincerely, only smiling at Sehun Woo.

The sound of fireworks coming from a distance and the cheers of the people around kept pouring into Jin Zhongren's ears, covering up his swallowing sound.

He changed into that kind of eyes again, like a leopard in the jungle, extremely fierce, shining in the dark, cold eyes.

Those eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if trying to kill someone one by one.

Jin Minxi lowered his voice beside him and said, "Jong Ren, close your eyes, it's too obvious."

Only then did Jin Zhongren lower his eyes, and took a deep breath of the turbid air in the crowd.

He met Jin Minxi's eyes and smiled strangely: "Brother, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

Park Chanyeol immediately squeezed away Jin Junmian who was standing beside him, stretched out his hand and pinched Zhang Yixing's finger.

Zhang Yixing was a few seconds behind him, turned around with difficulty in the crowd, stood on tiptoes and hugged Park Chanyeol.

"It's been another year." Park Chanyeol buried his face in Zhang Yixing's neck, and said sullenly.

"Yeah, it's been another year, but luckily you're still here."

They understood what Zhang Yixing hadn't finished saying, luckily we are still together.

Against this decidedly romantic backdrop, they were hormonally driven, like all couples, kissing as a matter of course.

The still hot taste of alcohol transitioned from the touching lips to the mouth of the other party, and the warmth and air that belonged only to them were swallowed.

The whiskey in Park Chanyeol's mouth and the aroma of fruity beer under Zhang Yixing's tongue blended into a surprising bonbon in this brief kiss.

Their foreheads touched, and they breathed out a warm white mist in the cold air, still relishing the sweetness of that wine candy in their mouths.

Park Chanyeol stretched out his hand to embrace the other person into his arms, and supported the back of his neck with his right hand, making him sink into his chest.

It was much later than other people's blessings, but the emotions that burst out from it almost swallowed the entire night.

"Happy New Year."

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Song Ping was almost immersed in his own world, ignoring everything around him.

At the end of the countdown, Jin Zhongda stretched out a hand to push his waist forward, and Song Ping just looked up at him blankly.

There were so many people evacuated from Times Square that it was past 01:30 when they finally reached the perimeter.Bian Baekhyun found a restaurant that was not closed that night. The owner of the restaurant saw that they were crowded, so he took them into a small room near the back kitchen.

There was an episode in the middle, their sloppy clothes actually aroused the suspicion of the boss, he said cautiously: "The store can pay by credit card and cash."

Park Chanyeol was wearing a black jacket. With a height of 187, he stood in front of the boss who had just passed the 170 level. He glanced at him arrogantly, then took out a roll of dollars from his pocket without saying a word, and smashed it precisely The boss got in the face.

Bian Baekhyun stood behind him and clapped his hands, Zhang Yixing just stepped forward and smiled, and then walked side by side with Park Chanyeol to the flattering boss who had already started nodding and bowing.

But Song Ping, who saw all this, just wanted to laugh, it's nice to have money.

Song Ping sat between Kim Jong-in and Oh Se-hoon, opposite Do Kyung-soo, and drank two glasses of pre-dinner brandy to warm up.

Jin Junmian rarely said any toasts, but just signaled everyone to have a few more drinks before serving the dishes, and did not look at the embarrassing boss standing at the table the whole time.

After hearing their order, the boss retreated silently and obediently, and then pushed a small cart out to serve wine.He stayed right next to Do Kyungsoo, and Song Ping could see him without raising his head.

It might be that the brandy was drunk too much, and Song Ping used up all the words that he didn't dare to think about in his heart. He looked at the boss's flattering smile silently, and felt nauseous, "If you have money, you can drink it." Make ghosts turn the mill." This sentence is really good.

The next time was a bit boring, knowing that they had killed several bottles of wine, and when they were a little tipsy, Jin Junmian asked Song Ping about the course selection for the next semester.

Song Ping told the truth, and they chattered about the professor.

"Professor T likes to make things difficult after class. I almost gave me a C- for a paper last time." Wu Shixun said with a puckered mouth.

"Professor C is just watching people order dishes, I have never seen any son