Hedgehog and Tiger

Not without a hangover before.

But it was the first time that He Xinchun didn't get a headache from a hangover, but a pain in his butt.

The private parts are a little swollen, and the medicine is cool and cool.

He Xinchun touched the back of his head, got up and went to the toilet to drain the water.

In the mirror, there is almost no good part of his body, from the neck to the chest to the heels of the legs, and even the knees are all branded.

He really couldn't figure out how Yang Tang played with him so that there were traces there.

There were still some scattered memories yesterday, he remembered how Yang Tang played with his body.

He Xinchun thought for a while, and hurriedly slapped his face to drive the image out of his mind.

It's too shameful.

Really.

How could I utter so many groans.

There was some mushy rice porridge on the dining table, and He Xinchun ate it with pickles.Stomach feels a little better.

As soon as the winter vacation came, he was lazy.

Lying on the sofa and waiting for his brother Tang to come back and feed him.

Yang Tang didn't come back until the afternoon, carrying some vegetables in his hand.Without waiting for He Xinchun's order, he consciously went to the kitchen and stuffed the sorted dishes into the refrigerator.

Then he took a box and handed it to He Xinchun.

He Xinchun took it and saw that it was a golden throat lozenge.He looked at Yang Tang who was undressed, and said hoarsely, "Brother, why are you buying this?"

"You yelled too much last night, I'm afraid your throat will be cut."

What responded to him was a bright golden box thrown at him with all his might.

Christmas trees are decorated everywhere on the street. For some reason, people in this city seem to be more interested in celebrating foreign festivals.

Wearing a thick Santa Claus suit, he will no longer refuse him when the flyer is handed over to others, and some people take photos with him with a smile.

The snow has not yet fallen, and the temperature has been hovering above and below zero.

An Jie brought her mixed-race baby to Yang Tang's house for Christmas. The child is not tall, and just arrived at Yang Tang's waist, talking in a childish voice.

His Chinese is better than An Jie's. He doesn't cry or fuss when he sits on the sofa, and he knows how to ask someone to prepare it for him when he's thirsty or hungry.

He Xinchun has always liked children, looking at the naturally curly hair, he can't wait to hold him in his arms and rub him.

"What's your name?"

The child blinked and said, "Chinese name, or English name?"

He Xinchun pulled a big white rabbit for him and said, "Do you still have a Chinese name?"

"Yeah! Dad said my name is Yu Tong, the tung tree of the sycamore tree."

"Do you know what a plane tree looks like?"

"do not know."

"Let me search for you. The leaves of the sycamore tree are like a human hand, with a very large palm."

Yang Tang sat on the side, watching He Xinchun arguing with the child in his arms, he thought, two children.

"It's not the palm." Yu Tong gestured with his own hand, looked around, and grabbed Yang Tang's hand.

The man's fingers were slender and his palms were thick, which was a world of difference compared to Yu Tong's small claws.

Yu Tong held Yang Tang's hand and said, "Uncle Tang's palm is the sycamore tree. Mine is not."

Yang Tang poked his face and said, "You are a little sycamore tree."

An Jie doesn't let He Xinchun cook for Christmas, and roasts turkey in the kitchen by herself, claiming to be a technique passed down from her grandmother's grandmother.

There were a lot of dishes on the table, and Yu Tong couldn't take his eyes off him, his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Taking advantage of An Jie's inattention, He Xinchun took one of the croissants off the table, gave half of it to Yu Tong, and said, "Shh..."

Yu Tong looked at him with a smile, hid behind Yang Tang, and slowly ate the croissant.

"It's dinner time!"

An Jie's favorite soup dumpling is placed in the middle, with a roast turkey next to it, combining Chinese and Western food.

The skin of the turkey is golden brown, and the oil is still bubbling on the outside.An Jie took a knife and fork to cut off the chicken legs, and gave one to He Xinchun and the other to Yang Tang.Fork the meatiest chicken breast into Yutong's plate.

Yu Tong didn't know how to use chopsticks, so he took a fork to eat piece by piece, and said, "Mommy, I want to eat the white one."

"Small steamed buns?"

"That's soup dumpling." Yang Tang and He Xinchun corrected her together.

This time An Jie didn't brag, the roast chicken was very delicious.

The meat is not old at all, and the gravy is locked in by the golden skin. It is delicious and soft when eaten with bread dipped in the gravy.

He Xinchun ate two croissants in a row, and finally filled half a bowl of bacon salad, and sat on the chair to eat the green vegetable leaves.

"New Year, drink the soup."

He Xinchun was not used to creamy soup, so he took two sips and put it down, focusing on eating his own salad.Yang Tang didn't mind that he drank it, and brought it to him.

With oily hands, Yu Tong gnawed on the bones of the roast chicken and said, "Mum, are Uncle Tang and Uncle Xinchun a couple?"

"Why do you say that?"

Yu Tong thought about it and said, "Daddy said he was willing to eat my leftover milk cereal because he loves me. Does Uncle Tang also love Uncle New Year?"

Yang Tang didn't say a word, An Jie could accept his relationship with Xinchun, but it was her choice whether she wanted to reveal this to the immature children.

It seems that He Xinchun has been together for a long time, and he is also quite rational.

Knowing that there are many things to do and many things not to do.

"They are like daddy loving mommy. Love is gender-neutral. If you meet your favorite one day, I hope you can touch his soul instead of just staying in his body."

Yu Tong nodded half understanding, and said, "Mum, I still want to drink juice."

An Jie narrowed her eyes and said, "I just had a drink, and if I drink it again at night, I will wet the bed."

Yu Tong blushed and said, "I haven't wet the bed for a long time!!"

There was Yu Tong's little treasure at the dinner table, laughing and laughing constantly.

Even Yang Tang, who has always been cold-browed and cold-eyed, softened a lot.