steal summer

On the night of New Year's Eve, several relatives who lived nearby went to Chen Han's house for dinner together. Throughout the year, they had a lot of emotion and expectations. They were still chatting for two hours after a meal. Cai Gongfu hid from the table and moved to the living room to watch cartoons with a few children.

Thousands of households were brightly lit, Chen Han leaned on the sofa and sent a message to Sheng Changqing: [Have you finished the New Year's Eve dinner yet? 】

The other side replied quickly: [I finished eating early, watch TV with grandma and grandpa]

Sheng Changqing spent the New Year at his grandfather's house. Chen Han knew early on that although Sheng Changqing didn't say much, Chen Han also probably knew that Sheng Changqing's parents probably weren't among the people who celebrated the New Year with him.

During the morning when he lived at Grandpa Sheng Changqing's house, Chen Han heard something more or less. Although he is not a nosy person, Sheng Changqing is no one else to him, so he still pays more attention.

He returned to Sheng Changqing: 【Will you watch the Spring Festival Gala? 】

There was no reply on the screen, and after a few seconds, Sheng Changqing's call came.

Chen Han glanced at the people at the dinner table, cleared his throat, got up and went back to the room as if nothing happened, and locked the door before connecting.

"Hey?"

Chen Han's voice sounded cautious, Sheng Changqing asked with a smile: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well," Chen Han looked at the heavy snow outside, lowered his head and touched the window sill, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, "Why did you call?"

Sheng Changqing paused briefly and said, "I want to celebrate the New Year with you."

Chen Han's mother is a typical "love is hard to express" character, she is rarely romantic on weekdays, and she is silent when facing Chen's father's thoughtfulness and detachment, and occasionally likes to complain. , but he also developed Chen Han's ignorant and straightforward personality, which made him very difficult to deal with intimate conversations.

He scratched the window sill twice, and said "um..." in a drawn-out voice, with ambiguity and reluctance that he hadn't said yet.

I want to hear Sheng Changqing say a few more words.

"Is it snowing today?" Sheng Changqing asked.

Chen Han's "um" became short and sure: "It's snowing! It's snowing now!"

The screen of the voice call on the mobile phone suddenly lit up and turned into a video.

Chen Han paused, his fingers flicked on the screen, and Sheng Changqing's face suddenly appeared under his fingertips.

The phone was erected by him as if it was hot, and after seeing himself in the upper right corner, he scratched his hair again: "Why did it suddenly change to a video?"

Sheng Changqing's voice was lazy, and the corners of his lips parted slightly, as if brushing against Chen Han's ear: "I want to see the snow."

His gaze was focused on Chen Han's face all the time, as if he wanted to look at Xue at all.

Chen Han met his eyes, and after a while, he pursed his lips and laughed: "Are you looking at the snow?"

"You can watch it, or you can't watch it." Sheng Changqing said.

Chen Han switched the camera and cut the snow scene outside the window for him to see, but after a while he turned back: "Have you seen enough?"

Sheng Changqing supported the mirror frame with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen enough."

The utterances in love made people feel extremely sweet and sour. Chen Han propped his chin and changed to a brighter place. The two of them looked at each other quietly, and hung up the phone reluctantly until someone knocked on the door.

Before hanging up the phone, Chen Han asked: "I want to talk to my grandparents about Chinese New Year, okay?"

"I'll give them the phone." Sheng Changqing said.

"Wait," Chen Han rolled his eyes, "Turn off the video, I... just say it."

He said Happy New Year, wishing his grandparents good health, and after coming back, he had a few words with Sheng Changqing before hanging up the phone.

He disappeared for too long, and when he returned to the hall, he was yelled at by his relatives and drank a few glasses of wine. Finally, in the early morning, when everyone returned home after saying happy new year, Chen Han went back to his room dizzy.

The snow outside the window was slow, and he received [Happy New Year] from Sheng Changqing, and there was a red envelope underneath, which said——

【miss you】

Chen Han replied Happy New Year, fingered the frame of the phone and sighed, thinking, when will winter end.

He already misses Xia Tian very much.

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Chen Han had already bought his ticket back to school, and he had told Sheng Changqing a week ago that he would meet Sheng Changqing as soon as he got off the plane.

He never knew it was so difficult to miss, he dragged his suitcase and rushed over, ignoring the pedestrians around, and threw himself into Sheng Changqing's arms.

Sheng Changqing hugged him with a smile: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Chen Han hugged his waist tightly, his cheeks and heart were warm, even hot, and it took him a long time to let go.

When he let go, he felt the eyes of pedestrians, and grabbed back the handle of the suitcase awkwardly, but the corners of his eyes and brows were still happy: "Have you waited long?"

Sheng Changqing took his luggage and wrapped his hands as well: "It won't be long, count the time."

Chen Han was still very excited when he got in the car, his palms were sweaty, Sheng Changqing wiped him twice with a paper towel before they dried up.

"I'll throw it away." Chen Han threw the tissue into the grid of the center console, and grabbed Sheng Changqing's wrist.

The lovers parted at once, and when they met again, they couldn't take their eyes off each other's faces. The winter in Nancheng was very short, and there was no need to turn on the heater in the car, but the heat on both of their bodies was already burning. The circle Han held was even more like fire.

"Well……"

Before Chen Han could lean over, Sheng Changqing dragged him into his arms and kissed his lips.

Before leaving Nancheng, he was still blushing and shy when he kissed Sheng Changqing, but now seeing Sheng Changqing goodbye, he just wanted to hug him tightly and kiss Wan Qian.

He was wearing thick clothes from the north. Even if he took off the down jacket, there was still a sweater inside. The cuffs of the twill brown sweater were so soft that Sheng Changqing piled them up to his elbows with a slight push. When his skin touched, he shuddered. Breathing is much rougher.

A horn sounded suddenly in the parking lot, and Chen Han let go of the hand holding Sheng Changqing's hair in a panic, but he was already lying on Sheng Changqing's body, his center of gravity was unstable, and he straightened up by supporting Sheng Changqing's legs.

Sheng Changqing hissed, like pain or something else, Chen Han was still looking at the car outside without moving his hand.

"Where are you touching?"

Chen Han lowered his head, only to feel that the touch under his hands was not as firm as his thighs, and when he realized it, that place was no longer soft, but it was diaphragmatic for him.

"I..." He retracted as if his hands were hot, and clenched his fists tightly.

Sheng Changqing let go of his fist, and thoughtfully rolled up his sleeves for him.

As soon as the clothes fit, Sheng Changqing straightened his legs lightly, hiding the place under the steering wheel, but he refused to let Chen Han go: "You touched me, so you're ashamed to be shy."

"I didn't do it on purpose." Chen Han touched his cheek with the back of his hand, and quickly opened some windows for ventilation, "The sound of the horn scared me."

Sheng Changqing bullied someone, the smile on his face was like a spring breeze, and he looked at Chen Han's profile from time to time along the way.

"I just touched you," Chen Han finally couldn't take it anymore, "Otherwise I'll just touch you back when the red light comes, why keep laughing at me."

Sheng Changqing looked ahead: "There are no traffic lights on this road."

Chen Han: "..." He looked around again, "Is this the way back to school?"

"That's right," Sheng Changqing paused, and asked, "There are two days left before school starts, so why don't you stay at my house for a few nights?"

"Is there... no one in your house?" Chen Han asked.

Sheng Changqing shook his head: "No one, my mother is abroad for the New Year, and my father is going back to grandpa's place." He tapped the brakes and handed him his phone: "I'll change the route if we go."

Chen Han held Sheng Changqing's mobile phone, opened the navigation, zoomed in and out twice, and asked, "Where is the location?"

"No positioning, I know the way."

Chen Han: "Then why did you give me the phone?"

"Auntie went to the Chinese New Year and hasn't returned to work yet. You buy food online, and it will be delivered by the time we get home." Sheng Changqing said.

Chen Han: "..."

Before he could make up his mind about his relationship, Sheng Changqing was already preparing to buy vegetables.

Really disappointing, Chen Han!

It was similar to Sheng Changqing's calculation. When they got home, the fresh food delivery was already in the container.

Sheng Changqing carried Chen Han's down jacket in one hand and vegetables in the other, and went to the elevator with Chen Han.

"Did you live at grandpa's house during Chinese New Year?" Chen Han asked.

Sheng Changqing: "Well, I just came back yesterday."

The elevator stopped on the sixteenth floor. Sheng Changqing unlocked it with his fingerprints, opened the door and took Chen Han's suitcase.

"Wear my shoes."

When Chen Hantou came back to Sheng Changqing's house, he was quite new: "Your house is too big, it feels like it's twice as big as mine."

"Then you come here often." Sheng Changqing said.

"Then... there is still a dormitory." Chen Han rubbed his ears and asked, "Where is the kitchen?"

Sheng Changqing took his things: "Just sit down, I'll call you later."

Chen Han didn't sit down, and followed Sheng Changqing into an open bedroom.

The quilt on the bed was messed up, as if someone lived there. Before Chen Han could speak, Sheng Changqing put down his luggage.

"Should I sleep here at night?" Chen Han asked, "Here..."

"My room." Sheng Changqing turned his head, trapping Chen Han between his arms and the door, "Sleep with me, okay?"

Chen Han looked up at him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and he touched Sheng Changqing's waist: "Is your quilt big enough?"

"Big enough to sleep in the same bed with you."

The author has something to say: Come on, it will be updated to the end soon (roll up your sleeves