Love is worse than nurturing

Gao Han sent a message back to Song Jiyang: "I'm already in the car."

After the message was sent, Song Jiyang immediately replied: "Be careful on the road, I'll wait for you at home."

After staring at a certain word for a long time, Gao Han put away his phone and looked at the scenery behind the window, his breath became faintly light.

Ming Xi left after delivering the person, quite sensible, winking at Gao Han before leaving.

There is still half a month to celebrate the New Year, and on the way back, I saw New Year decorations everywhere. For so many years, Gao Han didn't have a big concept of this festival, it was nothing more than watching other people's family reunion.

When I was young, I would be envious, but when I grow up, I really feel calm.

So when Song Jiyang asked about his plans for the New Year, Gao Han couldn't answer.

According to Gao Han's way of life in the past, he is prepared to stay at home alone, and maybe he will order a takeaway. If the takeaway is closed, he should make instant noodles.

Going out will only be affected by the atmosphere outside and give rise to some bad thoughts.

But this year is different, Song Jiyang must be reluctant to eat instant noodles at home knowing that Gao Han is alone.

The past six months seemed to pass quickly, and it was not as sad as he imagined, and he could start thinking about the New Year.

Song Jiyang's endless tenderness and tolerance kept Gao Han in a very good state, and occasionally he would still be distracted, but he would not let himself be immersed in a sad atmosphere.

Song Jiyang might still want to take him home for the New Year, but Gao Han doesn't want to see his family for the time being. It's okay for the two to fall in love, but when it's time to meet his family, Gao Han suddenly shrinks back.

He doesn't have a complete and happy family. Will Song Jiyang's family have any objections? Moreover, he is six years younger than Song Jiyang. Moreover, he still has a little psychological problem. Song Jiyang's ability to accept it doesn't mean his family can accept it.

For the first time, Gao Han was worried about other people's eyes and opinions. At least, after he worked for a while and saved some money, he would not be able to support Song Jiyang.

Seeing Gao Han's silence, Song Jiyang thought that he had touched Gao Han's sadness, so he quickly found another topic to cover up.

Gao Hanye didn't know how to explain it to Song Jiyang, and thought of meeting his parents in the blink of an eye, so he simply followed Song Jiyang's topic to cover it up.

It seems that ordinary people attach great importance to the Chinese New Year. Would Song Jiyang feel sorry for him when he said it?

Gao Han doesn't feel it himself, there is no difference between the New Year and the New Year, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with being alone.

But Song Jiyang would be sad, so he better not talk about it.

Although the two slept in the same bed last time, Gao Han still slept in the guest bedroom afterwards.

Song Jiyang has been a vegetarian for 26 years, and suddenly came to such a stimulus, as if the two veins of Ren and Du were opened up all over his body, and he became very clingy.

Just like now, when Gao Han is watching a movie, Song Jiyang pours water for a while, flips through a drawer for a while, dangles in home clothes in front of him, and unfastens a button to reveal the delicate deep collarbone.

Like a clingy cat, seeing the shit-shoveling officer doing his own thing and not looking at himself, he deliberately lay down in front of him, opened his soft belly for him to see, and pretended to be innocent and said, no, I didn’t miss you Look at me.

Gao Han sighed softly, paused the video and put it aside, watching Song Jiyang stretch out a hand: "Brother."

Song Jiyang smiled triumphantly, grating and painful, and walked to Gao Han with his water glass in his arms.

Gao Han took his hand and gently pulled it, and Song Jiyang straddled him. The two of them were wearing the same home clothes.

Gao Han hugged him up and hugged Song Jiyang's waist. Song Jiyang knelt on the sofa on his knees, a head taller than Gao Han.

Song Jiyang's waist is only a little over 60, which is thinner than many female artists, but he has developed abdominal muscles and mermaid lines. He can easily pass around with his arms, but he can feel the strength contained in it, and he is extremely sexy.

"Did you think about it?" Song Jiyang kissed the top of Gao Han's head, his voice was clear and sweet, as sweet as if his mouth was wrapped in sugar.

Gao Han didn't expose Song Jiyang's small thoughts, he accepted this idea and nodded: "Yeah."

The voice is deep and magnetic, with a provocative meaning that only men can understand.

Song Jiyang bent down, bowed his head and kissed Gao Han's lips accurately.

Gao Han only responded gently, and occasionally tilted his head and opened his mouth to cooperate, the tip of the nose of the two of them pressed against the tip of the nose, and the warm breath was entwined.

After kissing for a long time, Gao Han retreated when Song Jiyang felt that he was about to suffocate.

Peach blossoms floated on Song Jiyang's fair face, and his eyes were half-opened.

Gao Han saw that he didn't control his strength enough to pinch him, so he wanted to find medicine to rub it for him, so as not to swell up later.

Song Jiyang held his hand, his breath was weak and his voice became hoarse when he opened his mouth.

"Where to go?"

"I've got a mark on your waist, I'll get some medicine and rub it for you."

Song Jiyang let go of his hand obediently, his eyes still staring at Gao Han.

Gao Han was identifying the medicine in his hand, while Song Jiyang was lying on the sofa, looking at Gao Han with his face resting on his hand.

Gao Han found out that Song Jiyang would become very clingy after kissing and hugging. Gao Han would pester and stare at each step he took, and the air would become extremely thick when he looked up.

But Gao Han likes such an obedient and soft Song Jiyang, and likes the way he needs and pesters him.

There is a strange satisfaction, as if the whole heart is stuffed and propped up.

Maybe this is the bad taste of all men.

After rubbing it for him, Gao Han went to the bathroom to wash his hands, came out and sat down to continue watching the unfinished movie.

Song Jiyang had had enough rest, ran to get a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses, and watched while drinking next to Song Jiyang.

Song Jiyang didn't watch the first half, so Gao Han simply found another comedy movie and watched it together with him in his arms. Seeing the funny part, Song Jiyang laughed so hard that Gao Han lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Halfway through the movie, it suddenly snowed outside the window. The city is densely populated and snow is rarely seen.

Snow was falling outside the house, and Gao Han hugged Song Jiyang in the warm house watching a comedy, occasionally kissing him.

The New Year is coming soon, and Song Jiyang has to go home every year to celebrate the New Year.

Gao Han rejected Song Jiyang's invitation. Originally, Song Jiyang was supposed to return home a week earlier, and stayed until the day before New Year's Eve for the sake of the children.

Gao Han sent him downstairs when he was leaving. Both of them were wearing thick cotton clothes and the same cashmere scarf. Song Jiyang held Gao Han's hand and told him: "The soup base is boiled for you and frozen in the refrigerator. Vegetables and meat Yes, eat more, and I will send you a video to check."

"Got it." Gao Han pulled out his hand and held Song Jiyang back and forth, wrapping his hand inside.

"I'll be back soon. If you miss me, call me. I'll make dumplings for you when I come back."

Snow has fallen, the air is cold and clean, and white mist will be spit out when talking.

Walking on the road, Gao Han stopped to straighten Song Jiyang's scarf: "Understood brother, I will be obedient, you go, I will wait for you at home."

Song Jiyang set off to go home, and Gao Han stood until he could no longer see Song Jiyang's car before turning and going upstairs.

When I got home and closed the door, Gao Han was the only one in the house.

He was never afraid of being alone, but the excitement would make him feel at a loss. Song Jiyang was just right, he would not feel uncomfortable, and he would not have time to get stuck in negative emotions.

Song Jiyang's sense of existence is too strong, Gao Han thought, he seems to have started to miss him.

In the evening, Gao Han had dinner and was lying on the bed. It began to snow outside again. There were many lights outside the window, as if he could hear the noise of other people's houses.

In fact, there is no such thing. Even if the floor is high and soundproof, it is impossible to hear it, but maybe the lights in the windows in the distance are too bright, and Gao Han's brain has added sound effects, which is actually his auditory hallucination.

On New Year's Eve, Gao Han stayed at home all day, didn't speak or do anything all day, just sat and watched the snow outside, and stayed until evening to eat.

He was waiting for Song Jiyang's call, but maybe he was too busy, so Gao Han went to bed by himself.

Sleeping in a daze until after ten o'clock, Gao Han was woken up by the phone, Gao Han picked it up, and heard Song Jiyang's voice: "Xiaohan, are you asleep?"

Gao Han's chaotic mind suddenly woke up: "I haven't slept, not yet."

Song Jiyang seemed to be in bed too, and the sound of fabric rubbing came from the receiver.

"I'm very busy at home today, so I didn't call you. You think I didn't." The last sentence, "You think I didn't," was played very softly, and the sound of breathing was transmitted to Gao Han's ears.

Gao Han's hand holding the phone tightened suddenly, and the sudden grievance made him say in a hoarse voice: "Think about it."

"What, Xiao Han, what did you say, do you miss me?"

"I said I would." Gao Han said clearly in a sexy voice under the blanket: "I miss you, brother."

This time Song Jiyang heard it clearly. His little friend hid under the blanket and said he missed him in a hoarse voice.

Song Jiyang's throat was tight, and Gao Han urged him to go home, so he didn't feel much, thinking that the two of them were too tired recently, maybe Gao Han preferred to be alone for two days.

But now, when Wan's family is reunited, his little friend is so far away from him, staying alone, calling him brother, saying that he misses him.

His little friend grew up alone. After so many years alone, it might be the first time that he talked about who he missed during the Chinese New Year.

Song Jiyang's eyes were hot, and his heart was very uncomfortable. He could only comfort him over and over again, and softly coaxed: "I miss you too, sleep well, I'll be back soon, are you cold? ,Have you got a meal yet?"

The child seriously replied that he had eaten, that he was not cold, and his voice was obedient and low, as if he was acting like a baby.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Han was also fully awake.

After waking up, it was difficult to fall asleep again. Gao Han lay on the bed with his eyes open, and the blanket was very warm.

He felt that he didn't want to if he didn't say anything, because no one asked him, but Song Jiyang asked him, and he suddenly felt wronged for no reason. This is not mature at all, Gao Han thought.

Gao Han calmed down his emotions, and stared at the ticking of the wall clock in the living room. It seemed to be very lively outside, and it was almost midnight, and many people were setting off fireworks outside, waiting for the countdown together.

Soon many fireworks exploded in the sky, flourishing and splendid, red, green and green lights were reflected on the windows, and people began to count down to the new year.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six.

The excitement outside rushed in, the fireworks lit up the sky, and the world seemed to be filled with laughter and laughter.

The door opened.

The author has something to say: In the new year, all wishes come true!