New year greeting

At five o'clock in the morning, Feng Deng was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.He caught a glimpse of the caller and got up quickly.

It's Song Xinyuan.Song Xinyuan seemed to be dreaming, sobbing and asking: "Brother, where have you been? Why didn't you come back? Did you leave me alone like Dad..."

Feng Deng imagined Song Xinyuan calling him, and Song Xinyuan's condition was worse than he imagined.

Song Xinyuan complained: "Liar, you promised to come to me..."

"Song Xinyuan, I'm back," Feng Deng said warmly, "Have you forgotten, I bought you a present and I'm waiting for you at home today."

Song Xinyuan usually talked to himself, but he didn't expect Feng Deng to answer the phone. He seemed shocked, but he didn't hang up, sobbing silently.

"You remember yesterday's agreement, right? Why are you crying, don't you want to find me?"

Song Xinyuan shouted as if waking up from a dream: "I am willing, I am willing! I won't cry, don't ignore me." He was still crying, and the promise was not convincing at all.

Feng Deng: "Don't cry secretly, come cry in front of me."

Song Xinyuan was very wronged: "Why?"

"I can't help but kiss you when I see you cry. Don't you want to kiss me?"

Song Xinyuan stopped sobbing immediately, and started whining: "I thought about it."

"Well, continue to sleep and leave after the sun goes down."

Song Xinyuan said impatiently, "Why wait until the sun goes down?"

"It's too hot, I'm afraid you will be sunburned."

Song Xinyuan readily accepted his reason: "Brother, you are so kind to me."

Song Xinyuan's undisguised joy stung Feng Deng.Feng Deng was silent and hard to say, Song Xinyuan was infatuated with him, strayed into the mud, should have wanted more, but was pleasantly surprised by his simple words.

He said, "Song Xinyuan, I'm sorry."

Song Xinyuan didn't understand why he apologized: "It's okay, I'll listen to you, you must wait for me."

"Well, go to sleep." Feng Deng didn't hang up the phone until Song Xinyuan fell asleep.

Song Xinyuan is cunning and willfully distorts the facts.How could he not be cunning, to win Song Xinyuan's forgiveness while Song Xinyuan was obsessed.

Around nine o'clock, Song Xinyuan got up. He checked the call records, made sure that he was not dreaming, and ate his breakfast happily.Throughout the morning, he sat in the living room, gripped his phone tightly, and stared out the window, hoping for the sun to set.

After Feng Xinghe finished his nap, he found that Song Xin was still in that posture, took a piece of watermelon, and handed it to Song Xinyuan: "Yuan Yuan, eat some fruit."

Song Xinyuan shook his head and yawned twice.Feng Xinghe persuaded: "Go to sleep for a while, it's only three o'clock." It was the moment when the sun was shining brightly.

Song Xinyuan was afraid he might have slept through: "I'm not sleepy."

Feng Xinghe was helpless: "Where are you staying tonight? Have you packed your things?"

Song Xinyuan stood up abruptly and ran upstairs.Feng Xinghe walked into Song Xinyuan's room, packed him pajamas and toiletries, saw him stuff a small box into his backpack, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Song Xinyuan hesitated for a while, then hesitatingly said: "It's a gift in return... Dad said that if you receive a gift, you must give it back to someone else."

Feng Xinghe didn't know the agreement between Song Xinyuan and Feng Deng, so he helped him unzip his backpack: "Feng Deng is not someone else, but your lover, you don't have to be polite to him."

Song Xinyuan insisted: "The sense of ritual is very important."

Feng Xinghe smiled and said: "Sorry, you are right."

Song Xinyuan wondered why everyone apologized to me. Is today an apology day?He hugged his backpack, endured his drowsiness and went back to the window, doing ten squats.

Feng Xinghe took the watermelon back to the kitchen and contacted Feng Deng: "Yuan Yuan was in a hurry to go out and never rested. Why didn't you come to pick him up? Just give him a call."

Feng Deng: "You can't rely on him in everything, otherwise he will be addicted to dreams and refuse to wake up. Let him realize that he is a normal adult, and like ordinary people, he should learn to wait and learn to travel alone."

Feng Xinghe: "Don't act too hastily."

"I understand that if he can't bear it, he will take the initiative to call me."

As a result, Feng Deng called Song Xinyuan first and asked, "Did you sleep at noon?"

Song Xinyuan squatted up after finishing, sweating all over, his cheeks were flushed: "I'm asleep."

Feng Deng didn't expose his lie: "Sleep for another hour, and go out at six o'clock."

"No, it's too late, too late..." Song Xinyuan was not happy, "Not enough time."

"Enough, we have a lot of time," Feng Deng said, "From now on, we will live together and see each other every day."

At around six o'clock, Li Mingzhou came home from get off work, took the sleepy Song Xinyuan to the side of the road, watched him get into the car with his own eyes, and warned Feng Deng: "Song Xinyuan has gone out. Be careful, don't lose him."

"He's so smart, he can't lose it."

Feng Deng hesitated for a moment, then called Song Xinyuan.Song Xinyuan was nestling at the window, gazing at the scenery along the way.It wasn't until the driver reminded him that he raised his mobile phone at a loss. When he saw Feng Deng's name, his eyes lit up: "Hello, I, I'm Song Xinyuan."

"Well, remember the address?"

"Remember, in Qianyang District," Song Xinyuan looked at the driver and complained softly, "Brother, don't worry, wait for me."

"Slow down and see the traffic lights when crossing the road."

"I know, I'm not a child." Yesterday he said he was a seven-year-old child.

"That's good," Feng Deng said, "Yuan Yuan is really amazing."

Song Xinyuan was praised and smiled all the way, and he was not so timid after getting off the car. He put his schoolbag on his back, grabbed his mobile phone, and headed towards the goal.In the eyes of others, Song Xinyuan wearing a hat and mask is a bit weird, looking timid, but Song Xinyuan is not afraid of those sights. To be precise, his attention has already flown away.

Song Xinyuan crossed the road with the flow of people and slowly moved into Qianyang Community. The small fish ponds and pomegranate trees around him were familiar to him. He looked around and said silently: "Building 2, Unit 3, 707..."

Song Xinyuan went around several times, and finally found the right floor. He stepped out of the elevator, looked at the vermilion iron door, and rang the doorbell.The door opened quickly, and he raised his smiling face and said loudly, "Brother, I—"

However, a strange middle-aged man appeared in front of him and asked strangely, "Who are you looking for?"

Song Xinyuan froze on the spot, gesticulating with his hands in a panic: "I, I'm looking for my brother. His name is Feng Deng. He is in his 30s, very tall, with very black eyebrows—"

The man interrupted Song Xinyuan: "Are you looking for the previous tenant? He moved out a long time ago."

Song Xinyuan suddenly raised his head, his face pale: "Moved away? He, where did he go..."

"I don't know." The iron door closed mercilessly.

Song Xinyuan was sluggish for a long time, and mist formed in his eyes. He bit his finger to prevent the tears from streaming down, and looked outside inadvertently. The sky was dark without a ray of sunset.He walked down the stairs and walked two floors, when he suddenly remembered something, he quickly took out his cell phone and called Feng Deng.

Three seconds later, Feng Deng answered the phone: "Hello?"

Song Xinyuan burst into tears: "You lied to me, you are not here, you are not here, you are gone, you don't want me anymore..."

Feng Deng sighed pretending to be annoyed: "I'm sorry, I moved and forgot to tell you the new address. My memory is too bad."

Song Xinyuan sobbed: "Really, where is the new address?"

Feng Deng: "Don't cry."

Song Xinyuan burped: "I didn't cry."

"Building No. [-], Yard No. [-], Binhe North Road, remember? Take a taxi and I'll wait for you downstairs."

Song Xinyuan repeated the new address, ran to the side of the road, saw three empty cars passing by, took a few deep breaths, stretched out his arms to wave, and waved countless times, calling for a green taxi.

The driver was an old lady. After he got into the car, he raised his voice and asked, "Young man, where are you going?"

Song Xinyuan's palms were sweating, he rubbed his pants, and said slowly: "North Binhe Road, Courtyard No. [-], Building No. [-]."

"It's next to Binhe Park, a good place. Is that your home? How much is your house?"

Song Xinyuan said nothing more.The aunt felt bored, so she turned off the music button, and the player happened to be playing the theme song of "Surgical Storm" - "Consummation", which was composed and sung by Zhao Yan.

"A tree walks through the four seasons / tells the migratory birds where they land / there is no perfection in the world / the summer flowers bloom and die / the autumn wind blows out the dream of the leaves / the south in winter forgets to snow / someone always disappears in the spring / there is nothing in the world Complete..."

Listening to the song, Song Xinyuan's eyes turned red involuntarily, and a familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"Brother, we have an appointment, see you on the podium."

"Xiao Song, there is no such thing as perfect in this world. Let's just go forward, and the boat will be straight when we reach the bridge. You will be your best actor, and I will strive to win the gold cup of the best director award..."

The driver suddenly muttered: "Why is this song? This TV series was not filmed well. It's a tragedy. The leading actor died in the end, and the director also died of illness. It's really tragic."

She cut a cheerful love song and hummed along.After half an hour, she reminded Song Xinyuan: "Young man, what are you going to pay for?"

Taxis are parked on the side of the road.Song Xinyuan came back to his senses, paid the cash, got out of the car with his backpack in his arms, and looked around blankly. It was late and the lights were bright. There were four large characters hanging above his head: Xinyuan International.

This is a group of villas, each building has its own yard.Song Xinyuan walked to the door and had to swipe his card to enter the hospital. He didn't have an access card, so he had to ask Feng Deng for help: "Brother, I can't get in."

"Register the information with the guard." Feng Deng didn't hang up the phone, listening to Song Xinyuan's movements.

According to Feng Deng's instructions, Song Xinyuan answered the guard's questions, lay down on the table, and wrote down his name, phone number, time, and reason...

reason?Song Xinyuan encountered a problem, what did he come for?

"Go home." Feng Deng raised his voice.

Song Xinyuan didn't have time to delve into it, so he obediently filled in "go home".The guard took a few glances, guessed that the man forgot to bring his card, and let him in.

"Where is Building No. [-]?" Song Xinyuan's phone was running low on battery and was extremely hot.

"Go straight, turn right, by the river," Feng Deng said, "Song Xinyuan, have you found me?"

Song Xinyuan shouted while running: "I'll come right away, don't go."

"Well, don't go."

When Song Xinyuan arrived at the destination, his mobile phone was out of battery, and he saw a figure obliquely in front of him, who waved to him.

Song Xinyuan rushed over like a gust of wind, hugged Feng Deng's arm, his eyes were full of moonlight: "Brother, I caught you."

Feng Deng rubbed Song Xinyuan's head, sweating his hands: "Welcome home."

Song Xinyuan put his arms around Feng Deng's waist and acted like a baby: "You are bad, you made me look for it so hard, you are so stupid, why did you forget to tell me the new address."

"I'm bad, I'm so stupid." Feng Deng took off Song Xinyuan's backpack and led him into the hospital. "Are you afraid of going out alone?"

"I was afraid of going the wrong way, but luckily I found it," Song Xinyuan pointed to the small villa and asked, "Is this your house?"

"It's our house."

"Are there any flowers in the garden?"

"There are no flowers, you plant them, and plant whatever you like."

"Can I grow watermelons?"

"can."

"Where are the peaches?"

"Also."

"Great."

The villa Feng Deng bought has only two floors, and the location is excellent. The park is on the doorstep, and it is on the verge of the moat. From the bedroom on the second floor, you can overlook the long river, and you can sleep with the gurgling water.

Feng Deng led Song Xinyuan to the door and asked Song Xinyuan to enter the password: "Six digits."

"What is it?"

"you guess."

Song Xinyuan hesitated, and grabbed Feng Deng's hand.Feng Deng held his finger and pressed six numbers: 199211, which was Song Xinyuan's birth date.

Feng Deng kissed Song Xinyuan's finger: "Do you remember?"

Song Xinyuan felt his cheeks burning panickedly: "Remember."

"Song Xinyuan, how old are you?"

Feng Deng pushed open the door and turned on the switch. In an instant, the living room was shining brightly.

"21, 22, 23...wow, so beautiful!"

Song Xinyuan was attracted by a huge landscape painting, which covered almost the entire wall, with a row of bookshelves at the corners, and several books were placed on the bookshelves, Song Xinyuan didn't look carefully.He touched around, looked around, and returned to Feng Deng: "Brother, this place is so beautiful, the TV is so big, and the sofa is so soft."

Feng Deng picked him up and sat on the sofa, and wiped his sweat: "Do you like it?"

"I like it very much," Song Xinyuan asked uncertainly, "Is this a gift?"

"Yes, are you happy?"

Song Xinyuan was not very happy: "It's too expensive, how much did you pay for it?"

Feng Deng raised his chin and found that those peachy eyes were overflowing with water: "Crybaby."

Song Xinyuan couldn't hold back, tears fell out: "You said, you can cry in front of you."

Feng Deng kissed his face: "Yes, why are you crying?"

Song Xinyuan sobbed and said, "I can't afford a house, and the gift I brought in return is not expensive enough."

"What did you bring?" Feng Deng checked Song Xinyuan's backpack, "I don't dislike it."

He took out a cardboard box, pressed Song Xinyuan's fidgeting hand, and opened the box. There were some candies inside, which had softened after traveling all the way.

Song Xinyuan's eyes showed anxiety: "There is only chocolate, don't you really dislike it?"

Feng Deng peeled a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and frowned, it was too sweet.

Song Xinyuan observed Feng Deng's expression: "You don't like it, you lied to me—"

Feng Deng held the back of Song Xinyuan's head, and kept his grievance and coquettishness between his lips.How can this little fool understand, he himself is returning the gift.

The chocolate ball tossed and turned in the mouths of the two, and finally fell into Song Xinyuan's stomach. The continuous grunting sound ended the lingering kiss. Feng Deng bit Song Xinyuan's lips and retreated: "Hungry?"

Song Xinyuan caught up and licked the corners of Feng Deng's mouth and chin: "It's so sweet, I still want to eat it."

"Eat less sugar, I'll serve the meal."

"I'll help you."

Song Xinyuan followed Feng Deng reluctantly.Feng Deng took his hand, washed him clean, and asked him to hold the bowl and chopsticks.Feng Deng brought rice and a dish of vegetables to the table.

Song Xinyuan sniffed and asked, "What is this?"

"Braised chicken."

"It smells so good, did you make it?"

"Don't talk, eat."

"I don't like onions."

"Don't be picky eaters, eat well," Feng Deng wrapped his arms around Song Xinyuan's wrist and squeezed it, "I like fatter ones, you are too thin."

Song Xinyuan opened his eyes wide and closed his mouth tightly. He would eat whatever Feng Deng gave him, and he didn't dare to speak after eating.Feng Deng didn't coax him, but cleaned up the kitchen and took him upstairs to take a shower.

There is a bathroom in the master bedroom.Feng Deng held Song Xinyuan in one hand and Song Xinyuan's luggage in the other, and ordered Song Xinyuan to open the door and turn on the light.

Song Xinyuan obeyed, and when the room became brighter, he saw the roses on the big bed at a glance. The fiery red roses were arranged in a heart shape, facing him.With a happy face, he rushed to the bed and smelled it, and said awkwardly: "Why put flowers, how do we sleep?"

Feng Deng put his arms around Song Xinyuan and explained patiently: "I'm sorry, this is a gift. I was afraid that you would find out, so I hid it in the house. It is not expensive."

Song Xinyuan pouted and said, "Is today an apology day?"

"No, today is kissing day."

Feng Deng lowered his head and bit Song Xinyuan's lips.After the kiss, Song Xinyuan gasped and said, "Brother, can I grow roses in the garden?"

Feng Deng pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes."

The author says:

Harm, is it sweet enough?mwah.