my brother is not cute at all

As Christmas approaches, the surrounding streets and alleys begin to become lively. Many small shops have already put up colorful Christmas trees. The wide and bright window glass is covered with shiny snowflakes and elk, and the cheerful rhythm of Christmas is echoing everywhere. Occasionally, children pass by with glowing transparent balloons, and after accepting the free candies distributed at the entrance of the small shop, they leave with fragrant laughter.

A strong festive atmosphere lingers over the city, and there is a warm and prosperous scene everywhere.

Yang Yue accompanied Jiang Haibo for a leisurely stroll on the pedestrian street. At the end of the year, Jiang Haibo asked someone out in the name of giving Yang Yue homemade sausages, but in fact he dragged him crazy to shop in the pedestrian street all afternoon. Occupied his remaining half-day vacation.

Yang Yue wandered around so much that she couldn't love her. She felt that the soles of her feet were more tired than going to class. The mobile phone in her pocket vibrated, and he took it out to take a look. It was a message from Hou Zeqi.

Boyfriend: Are you done shopping?I will pick you up?

Boyfriend: It’s snowing today, I’ll take you to drink ginseng chicken soup to warm up your body.

Seeing the words ginseng chicken soup, Yang Yue's mind seemed to activate some kind of radar suddenly. The bad images in the dream and the small piece of fabric that had been washed repeatedly flooded his brain instantly, burning with unimaginable temperature. The tips of his ears hidden under the hair were red.

He tapped the word "no" three times on the screen quickly with his fingers, and replied with a casual lie: It's suitable to eat hot pot at home on a snowy day, prepare the pot and wait for me, I'll go home right away.

The surrounding small shops are full of rich aromas, such as roasted sweet potatoes, fried chicken cutlets, egg waffles, sizzling squid...the combination of sweet and strong aromas makes passers-by salivate uncontrollably.

Passing by a small hot and sour noodle shop, Jiang Haibo couldn't take it anymore: "Naiyue, I'm so hungry, let's find a place to eat."

"Aren't you going shopping anymore?" Yang Yue asked.

Jiang Haibo: "I can't go shopping anymore, I want to eat first."

"Oh," Yang Yue nodded, zipped up the open clothes with a snap, and straightened the scarf again: "Then you eat, I'm going home for dinner too."

Jiang Haibo couldn't believe his ears, and an unbelievable little question mark immediately popped up in his head: "Where are you going back...?"

"Go home," Yang Yue replied, "I'm going home to eat hot pot."

"Go home to eat hot pot?! Who do you go home to eat hot pot with? Hey, do you have any conscience? I've spent so much time wandering around with you, don't I deserve to have a meal with you?!"

"Be objective. It's obvious that I spent so much time walking around with you. Please don't get the concept wrong." Yang Yue was very cold and heartless: "Besides, I eat with you every day, and you have to pay me for this meal." Is it?"

"Hey you—!"

"It's getting late, and it's not easy to take a taxi any later. I'm leaving."

Yang Yue waved his sleeves, turned around and slipped away, Jiang Haibo grabbed the corner of his clothes at the very moment, and pulled him back.

"There's something wrong with you, baby," Jiang Haibo approached suspiciously and asked, "You used to run away from home all the time, why are you so abnormal these days?"

"How can I?" Yang Yue denied it.

Jiang Haibo: "You have it! You used to wish you could live in the practice room and choreograph until midnight after class. Even if you didn't choreograph, you would have to wait a long time to get home, but you slipped away faster than a rabbit after class recently. This is Love Home! Absolutely!"

Yang Yue's words were unreasonable: "I love the home of the ass, if I don't go home, will I have to sleep on the street?"

Jiang Haibo showed his trump card: "Don't try to take the sausage away unless you make it clear!"

Yang Yue: "..."

He stared down at the two cans of sausage slices in his hand, his Adam's apple rolled and he said vaguely, "Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests."

Jiang Haibo didn't know what topic he was rambling on, but he just said angrily: "You don't have to talk about it! I don't care if you eat meat or grass, that's not what I'm asking at all!"

"But I eat," Yang Yue whispered.

Jiang Haibo: "..."

Yang Yue's sudden words were like the bells ringing in a church on Christmas Eve, echoing long and ethereal in his ears, washing his brain to a blank, and then he stared at the cloud of smoke The back of running away fell into a long-lasting shock!

This fucking... Could it be what he understood? !

Successfully keeping the sausage in her hand, Yang Yue couldn't wait to unscrew the jar and squeeze a piece to eat when she walked to the entrance of the building.

Jiang Haibo's family is from the southwest region. His mother opened a thriving Sichuan-style snack bar near the university town in her hometown. Every winter, she makes some bacon and sausages and sends them to him.

The homemade Sichuan-style sausage is spicy and delicious, full-bodied and full-bodied. After one bite, the aftertaste is lingering, and the fragrance remains on the lips and teeth after swallowing. Yang Yue has been obsessed with it for the first time, so much so that Jiang Haibo's mother sends some more every year. He keeps a copy.

He chewed the sausage and left the smell of revenge on the society in the elevator, then took out the key and entered the house.

"I am back."

Taking off her jacket and changing into her slippers, Yang Yue still held the jar and did not let go.

The vague voice amused Hou Zeqi, who was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, so he smiled and asked him from the air: "Why did you come back after eating? Didn't you agree to eat hot pot?"

Yang Yue rubbed the little girl who came to greet him at the door, then ran into the kitchen briskly.

"Jiang Haibo's mother sends him Sichuan-style sausage every year, and I have a share." He stretched out the jar in front of Hou Zeqi and motioned him to take a slice: "She made it herself, and it's very delicious. It's a little spicy, try it."

It was indeed a bit spicy, Hou Zeqi was cutting vegetables with a dull head, and he could already hear his hissing and gasping.

It's so spicy and eats so happily, it's really like a greedy cat.

"I can't do it now, I'm cutting potatoes," Hou Zeqi said.

"Then open your mouth," Yang Yue persisted, pinched a piece and brought it to his mouth, and the red mouth signaled him to open his mouth: "Ah——"

Hou Zeqi opened his mouth obediently while cutting potato chips.

The fragrant sausage was stuffed into his mouth, and even the cold and moist fingertips inadvertently reached in and touched the tip of his tongue.

He was stunned for a moment, when he looked up, Yang Yue's dark almond eyes were looking at him with broken light, vivid and beautiful.

"Is it delicious?" He asked, subconsciously put his fingertips dipped in spicy oil into his mouth and sucked it lightly.

There was a short and clear "tsk" from the tender red lips, like a spark falling on the apex of Hou Zeqi's heart, burning along the nerve center all the way to the brain.

That's where he just sucked...

He was stunned for a moment, and a tingling pain in his fingertips pulled his reason back from the edge of the cliff.

"hiss!"

When he lowered his head, the blade had cut through his fingertips, and blood gushed out from the cut.

Yang Yue was shocked, and quickly dropped the jar of sausages she was holding all the way, and exclaimed, "Hey, did you cut your hands? Let me see."

Hou Zeqi let him drag him away.

"It's quite deep, why are you so careless?" He pinched his knuckle fingers and looked at them for a few seconds, before taking the bloody fingertips into his mouth without even thinking about it——

Hou Zeqi gasped.

The sparks that had burned to the brain burst into hot flames, and exploded in the brain with a bang!

"Xiaoyue, you—"

With her finger in her mouth, Yang Yue could only stare at her pitch-black eyes, and gave him a puzzled look.

"Do you know that your mouth is spicy..."

"!"

His almond eyes widened, he sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, stuck out his fingers, and couldn't speak properly: "I'm sorry, I, I, I forgot! You, are you okay?"

With a bang, the kitchen knife fell on the cutting board, Hou Zeqi acted as if it was real, and fell on top of him slumped.

Caught off guard by the weight, the two hugged each other back a few steps, and then slammed onto the cooking table behind them with a bang.

"It's a bit cool," Hou Zeqi whispered weakly in his ear, "I'm dying soon."

The warm body temperature wrapped him tightly like a huge dry and soft woolen blanket, and the scorching breath scratched his ears lightly, triggering a series of tingling electric currents from the back to the tailbone.

Yang Yue panicked and pushed him at a loss: "Get up first, don't press me down like this."

Hou Zeqi wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, holding on tightly, and continued to breathe into his ear, bombarding him with hormones.

"No, I'm seriously injured, you have to kiss me."

The side of Yang Yue's ears itched even more: "Don't do this to me, my waist is not good."

"Huh? Is that so?" Hou Zeqi smiled in the subwoofer: "A boy with a bad waist can be fatal."

Yang Yue's patience was exhausted, and she knelt against him dumbfoundingly: "Fatal, I have a back injury."

Hou Zeqi believed it for the time being, so he let him go.

He straightened up, but his big hands were still on the man's waist, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "You are such a precious ancestor, it's so difficult to ask for a kiss, it's so unlovable."

Under the light, the light-colored pupils reveal furry depths, like an aggrieved big cat—if the big palm wasn't kneading secretly on his lower back.

Yang Yue knew that he was pretending, so she pulled his hand away, looking away: "I'll get you alcohol swabs and band-aids, you quickly take out the dishes."

After speaking, he fled in despair.

Hou Zeqi stared at his small and cute back, scratching his heart like claws.

He was so dry that he almost vomited blood when he refused to make out with his partner.

Yang Yue hid in the room and dawdled for a long time. She changed her clothes and tied her hair. She didn't come out to help people treat the wound properly until the heat on her face faded away.

"Be careful these two days, try not to touch the wound with water," Yang Yue carefully helped him wrap up the Band-Aid, and then thought of something: "Is it inconvenient to press the keyboard? Don't live broadcast for a few days?"

"Well, it couldn't be broadcast at first," Hou Zeqi handed him the yogurt, and across the dining table, his eyes were burning: "Xiaoyue, I wanted to tell you when you came back. The company is going to go public next year. I'll wait two days." I have to go on a business trip for a while, so I may not be able to accompany you."

We were just about to run together.

Yang Yue frowned slightly, but quickly asked again: "When are you leaving? How long are you going?"

"I will leave after Christmas, and it may take more than a week to go back and forth," Hou Zeqi said.

The hot pot gurgles with warm and happy bubbles, and the curling smoke floats into the air with a mouth-watering aroma.

Yang Yue watched Hou Zeqi begin to place slices of meat in the boiling hot pot, calculated with her fingers hidden under the table, and finally figured it out: "Going away for so long? Then you won't be able to come back on New Year's Day?"

"It should be," Hou Zeqi put the hot sliced ​​meat into his bowl: "You should have a holiday on New Year's Day, so you can go back to Lishan Mountain. Before I leave, let Sister A prepare the ingredients every day, and tell Hong My sister will cook for you, take care of yourself, don't catch a cold, don't be hungry, remember to think of me every day, that's all. "

Yang Yue was not very happy, she just muttered: "You were going to leave when you were with me, do you regret it and want to leave me and run away?"

Hou Zeqi heard his loss, and teased him with a smile: "What's the matter? Now you know you can't bear to part with me? I just gave you a chance to kiss me and you didn't do it, but you missed the perfect opportunity to make out with me."

"Excellent time, shit," Yang Yue bit her chopsticks and said, "Anyway, the future is long, so what should I worry about?"

"Oh," Hou Zeqi squinted at him, and said wickedly, "Then what if I regret it and leave you to run away?"

"you dare?"

Yang Yue finally got anxious, put down her chopsticks, stepped on the chair with her feet and half-kneeled up!

Hou Zeqi was taken aback, and the movement of putting down the beef balls stopped suddenly.

Then the lights above the head were shrouded tightly, Yang Yue leaned half her body across the dining table, and domineeringly kissed clearly and shortly under the corner of his lips.

The tips of her ears were completely red, and she wanted to gnash her teeth and speak harsh words.

"You have eaten all the grass beside the nest, dare to run? I will break your legs."

The author says:

Hou Zeqi suddenly didn't want to eat anymore, he wanted to eat something else first.