crush again

It snowed several times in the first month, and the thick snow covered the bustling and noisy Beijing city with a quiet fox cloak.Especially in the old mansion courtyard in the old alley, when you look up, there are ancient walls and tiles in the rustling snow, and there are twists and turns, thin trees like copper skin and iron bones.

In the bone-chilling wind of the north, the capital still stands still, but everything seems to be slowed down, so slow that the long-gone history has been rushed back, with an indescribable gentleness and grace.

On the 27th, Huo Yang said to his parents, "I have a classmate who wants to celebrate the New Year with our family." His parents first said "Okay!" and then asked, "Why do you want to celebrate the New Year with us?"

Huo Yang thought about it for a while, and felt that he couldn't make up this matter to fool his parents, so he said: "His parents died early, and his family members are more... what. Don't talk about it when he comes! Don't talk about it!" Things! Pretend not to know!"

Huo Yang's father: "You talk badly, but I don't."

"Dad, if you don't run on me for a day, you..."

"Male and female?" his mother interjected.

"Man," Huo Yang said immediately, "handsome, really handsome!"

His dad shouted: "What's the point of emphasizing this!"

Huo Yang laughed out loud, he laughed from the bottom of his heart, because his father is old-fashioned, obviously a little tasteful.But before laughing twice, he was kicked out by his mother to clean up, "Hurry up and clean up, classmate is coming home, look at your house. Pigsty!"

After two days of house cleaning, Huo Yang didn't have time to go out to play with Ye Lang.There are quite a few people giving cigarettes, wine and tea gifts. As a strong laborer in the family, he is responsible for doing the hard work. After Ye Lang heard about it, he volunteered: "Let me help."

"Don't make any trouble, just wait for the New Year's Eve dinner."

"Don't," there were a few crunching sounds from over there, Ye Lang didn't know what he was eating, and said while chewing, "I've been staying in the house for the past two days, anyway, I have nothing to do."

"...Forget it, you look like that kind of young master at first glance, actually I feel a little wronged for letting you live in my house." Huo Yang sat on three stacked wine boxes, facing the reflection on the glass sliding door , admiring his long legs, half of which was pushed aside by his father.

He suddenly shouted in displeasure: "Hey! Is this wine your own or mine!"

"Wine." His father said concisely.

Huo Yang was even more upset when he heard the voice on the phone that was about to twitch with laughter, and shouted to the phone: "Come here now!"

"Where's the address?" There was still a smile in Ye Lang's voice.

He gave the address.

An hour later, the doorbell rang, and Huo Yang's mother opened the door, and immediately said "Hey" in surprise, "Are you...?"

Ye Lang was also a little confused, "I am... Huo Yang, he asked me to carry the boxes."

"You bastard." His mother turned her head and yelled into the room, "Yang Yang, your classmate is here!"

There was a sound of tinkling bells from a room in the corridor, and after a while, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor came out, and a lively Huo Yang jumped out from the door, "Lang Lang is here?"

Ye Lang wore a hoodie with a very homely look, with his hands in his pockets, "...Hello, Yangyang."

Huo Yang's mother found a pair of slippers for him, looked up at him with a smile, "You are Ye Lang? Come, come in quickly."

Ye Lang hurried in and closed the door, "Hello, Auntie."

"Hello." When she lowered her head, she was even more surprised when she saw the things in Ye Lang's hands, "Oh, come here, what else do you bring! Take it back quickly!"

At this time, his father came over from the living room, "Student Huo Yang is here?"

"Hello, Uncle." Ye Lang put the things in his hand on the shoe cabinet, and stood at the entrance, feeling a little cramped, "I came out in a hurry, I didn't find anything, um...these jars are dried roses , it was grown by my grandfather’s family. When I went home last time, they dried it and brought me a few cans, making tea and making desserts. It’s greener..."

Huo Yang's father nodded kindly, "Thank you. But you don't need to bring anything when you come to our house, it's the same as going back to your own home." He turned his head and directed Huo Yang, who was leaning against the wall with a playful face, and reprimanded, " Stupid! Pour a glass of water for your classmate."

Huo Yang retorted: "Mom, take care of me, look at my dad, he has a good attitude towards handsome boys."

"My son is also handsome." His mother touched Huo Yang's head with a smile, and opened the bag, "This jar is beautiful, is it jade?" She opened the jar, sniffed it, "Oh, it smells so good!"

Huo Yang pulled Ye Lang into his room, his father was drinking tea from a glass cup, standing by the door, chatting with Ye Lang, "Your grandfather still grows flowers? It's good."

Facing the elders, Ye Lang pretended to be first-class, and replied obediently: "Well, the old man lives outside the city, in the countryside. Actually, my grandfather doesn't care much. My grandma likes flowers. It’s the same as in January.”

His father inquired: "How's the house price and land price at your grandfather's place? I've been planning to retire for a long time."

Ye Langka paused, "Uh..."

Huo Yang punctured his father's dream mercilessly, "Don't think about it, you can't afford it. Just go and leave us alone, don't bother us."

"What's the attitude? Could it be that your dad won't win the lottery..." His dad said as he walked out the door, and then he looked back and asked, "Should you close the door?"

"Whatever." Huo Yang fell back on the computer chair and raised his legs vigorously, "Look whatever you want, I don't have anything shady here."

"Don't you want to carry boxes?" Ye Lang walked into the room, looking around the room.Huo Yang's bedroom is not big, with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe and two bookshelves, it is basically full, and the aisle is a bit narrow.When he looked up, there were a few large posters of NBA stars on the ceiling, and there were some sundries piled up on the top of the bookshelf. He heard Huo Yang say from behind: "It's already been moved. Can you really let me move it? I'll just talk about it." .”

"Oh." He replied, leaning over to look at Huo Yang's bookshelf.Through the glass window, I saw...

""The Bodyguard of the School Girl"? "Douluo Dalu"? "God..."

"God damn it, look at this thing!" Huo Yang straightened up suddenly, "Adolescence, do you understand? Don't read it, I wanted to sell it."

There was a click from the other side, "It's still a pirated version."

"Please take a look at the books on the right, yes, the books on the right, 15 Years of Wanli, The Sound and the Fury, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance..."

Huo's house is not big, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. The guest room doubles as a study. It is the regular residence of Huo Yang and grandpa. It is a bit troublesome to tidy up.Ye Lang said that there is no need to bother, and squeezed a bed with Huo Yang at night - anyway, it's not like they haven't shared the same bed before, and talked for half a night.

The next day, Ye Lang heard that Huo Yang's mother likes to eat sweets, and made a plate of cookies in the microwave with the roses he brought. Yang grabbed the bag on the spot and laughed hard.

Huo Yang could see that Ye Lang enjoyed the feeling of living in his house, maybe what he was accustomed to in his eyes was something he wished for.

On the evening of the New Year's Eve, Ye Lang was making dumplings with Huo Yang's mother in the kitchen when his mobile phone on the dining table outside rang.Huo Yang was sitting there peeling garlic cloves, so he picked it up for him, "Hello?"

There was no talking for a long time, and the sound of noise and music came faintly.He was a little strange. He glanced at the caller ID and found that it was an unfamiliar local number, not a contact person. He thought it was a harassing call.Just about to hang up the phone, the other side said, "Lang Lang?"

It was an old voice, with a low hoarse rustle.But his voice was not like the weakness of ordinary old people, but as hard as a piece of clear and cold steel billet. Through the voice, it seemed that one could see a pair of deep eyes.

Huo Yang tentatively asked for a long time: "You... hello, I'm Ye Lang's classmate, it's not convenient for him to answer the phone now. Are you... are you his grandfather?"

The old man was obviously not very friendly. In the background of mingling cups, flowing water and Chinese music, and faint laughter, his tone did not have the slightest warmth: "Ask him, is it because his wings are stiff, and he doesn't plan to come back in the future?"

"..." Huo Yang had never met this kind of old man touching porcelain, and he didn't dare to talk back to Grandpa Ye Lang, so he ran into the kitchen, patted Ye Lang, and handed him the phone, "You have a phone number."

"Huh?" Ye Lang turned his head unprepared, and saw the phone number on the screen.

Huo Yang saw that the rolling pin in his hand stopped suddenly.

The range hood in the kitchen continued to hum, a pot of water boiled on the stove, Huo Yang's mother poured rice and beans into the pot, and the neighbor's house next door outside the window also made the sound of cooking.Amidst these lively sounds, Ye Lang seemed to have suddenly stripped away from this ordinary warmth, and the breath on his body had cooled down. When he finished washing his hands and raised his head, Huo Yang found that there was no trace of a smile on his face. .

He took the phone without saying a word, walked straight back to Huo Yang's room, and closed the door behind him.

There was no arguing in the room, and nothing could be heard, but the phone call was indeed a long one.It wasn't until the New Year's Eve dinner was served that Huo Yang dared to knock on the door and call him, "The meal is ready, come out to eat?"

He didn't answer, and after a while, footsteps came out.Ye Lang opened the door with an unnatural expression, and even smiled, "Uncle, are you going to drink with me?"

When Huo Yang turned his head, he saw that the wine boxes under the table were fully opened, including red beer and white.His father rummaged through the wine cabinet for a bottle opener, without turning his head, he said, "There are guests at home, of course I drink. Xiaoye, what can you drink?"

"I can drink anything." Ye Lang walked over, pulled out the chair, and brought Huo Yang over, "Uncle, I ask Huo Yang to accompany me for a drink."

His father said cheerfully: "Accompany, must accompany. If you don't accompany, you won't be given living expenses."

"..." Huo Yang wanted to comfort him at first, but now he was only in the mood of fighting, and he pulled his chair away with a smile on his face, "Don't lie under the table and call me daddy."

Drinking is one point of luck and nine points of fate.When meeting someone as talented as Ye Lang, he probably has to accept his fate. The 53-degree soy sauce lemon maotai, nearly a catty in a blink of an eye, Ye Lang looked at it with clear eyes; Huo Yang's father looked like he could fight, but Huo Yang was about to spin his head.

"Fight, fight, fight—" Huo Yang stuck out his tongue, "Stop!"

Huo Yang's father sighed and crushed out the cigarette butt, "Stop it, if you drink again, this kid can hit his face with firecrackers."

In fact, Ye Lang was also half-drunk, "hahahaha" without any image for a while, and even ate preserved eggs.Huo Yang's mother can also drink it, but she has a bad stomach. She drank two bottles of old Jimo wine warmed by his father, mixed with brown sugar, and now she is yawning, "I'm so sleepy. The Spring Festival Gala is not interesting, so I might as well sleep."

"Okay, you go to sleep." His father said, "Leave the dishes and chopsticks, I will wash them later."

Ye Lang narrowed his eyes, "The relationship is really good... Uncle and model husband."

Huo Yang couldn't bear his father's smug face very much, and shouted: "Show affection every day! This old man in Beijing is really annoying."

Huo Yang's mother smiled, "He sleeps late and doesn't sleep much." She rubbed her eyes and stood up, stretched her waist, "I'm getting old, I'll lie down first, and you can continue playing."

Huo Yang picked up Ye Lang, "Get up, go out with me and set off a firecracker secretly."

"Secretly?" Ye Lang followed him and got up.

Huo Yang bent down, not paying attention to the part of his lower back exposed from the hem of his clothes, dragged out a hanging firecracker from under the table, and threw it on his shoulder.

"We said that fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed, so we let them off secretly." When he turned around, he saw Ye Lang standing quite close to him, blocking the light falling from above his head.He squinted his eyes slightly, there was a thick shadow under his eyelashes, and his eyes were strangely deep.

The author has something to say:

There will be a big reversal in the next chapter, and then it won’t be so sweet∠(?」∠)＿

I'm inexplicably excited. What's going on?