It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

After the scene in the morning, the two have not spoken. One is sitting cross-legged upstairs, and the other is dealing with documents in the study downstairs.

Since ancient times, festivals have been important moments for human relations, especially for businessmen.Those who have friendship should strengthen it, those who want to get online should take the opportunity, and those who have achieved results should deal with the offline people who have chatted.

Mo Wuming didn't like these things, he released a lot of management rights, and the banquet was postponed for more than half, but it was impossible to avoid it all.He was looking at the account books presented in the study, and the plan for the new year, and suddenly remembered that the shopkeeper Xu who came to welcome the guests and a group of people from the county magistrate and the county government had a banquet with him, and the place was set at his hot spring winery .

Recently, I forgot to arrange it because I want to entertain Dongfang.He came to Mo Qing: "Give this post to Shi Lei, the banquet time is the third year of junior high school, let him arrange it in advance."

"Wait a minute, don't need the previous arrangement for lunch, keep it simple, just two dishes and one soup."

Mo Qing was surprised: "Master?"

"My family doesn't have to be so polite, the kitchen should be careful, don't use heavy oil and spicy food." Mo Wuming thought for a while, and ordered directly, "Vinegar short ribs, crucian carp soup, mapo tofu, less spicy and less spicy. Oh , I remember there are fresh winter bamboo shoots, let’s have one. That’s it, it’s almost time for lunch.”

Mo Qing: "...Okay."

After the people left, Mo Wuming sat down in front of the case again, and put down his work after a while.The work is never finished, and he gets up and moves around.

The flames in the fireplace in the living room danced with a warm halo, and he nestled in the corner of the sofa in a vague way, with cheerful flames in his eyes.

After a while, he laughed lightly.Thinking of his confession in the morning, he grinned a little smugly. He behaved calmly and calmly, without any embarrassment of being single in the factory.

He changed his posture, stretched his arms behind his head, and looked directly at the bedroom on the second floor.Although he said it was no longer planned, but thinking of Dongfang's reaction, he unconsciously laughed again.It's his, so I can't run away.

Dongfang hadn't gone downstairs since he went up, and he felt that the house was very convenient, and there was also a space for practicing and meditating.Sunlight poured down from above, and Dongfang sat cross-legged on the futon embroidered with gold thread, and a layer of holy light seemed to shine through his loose black hair.

The breath rotates and flows into the dantian.With his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth raised a little, and he felt that the meridians had slightly expanded. Presumably, with time, his mind can be improved to a higher level.

Time flew by so fast that it was too late for people to understand more, he noticed footsteps outside the door, and suddenly opened his eyes.Concentrating and closing his thin lips tightly, he forgot Mo Wuming's love show for a moment, and then remembered again, his expression was serious and he didn't look happy.

"Dongfang, it's lunch time."

After waiting for a few breaths, there was no sound, Mo Wuming was about to knock again, and the heavy mahogany door was pushed open.

Dongfang glanced over Mo Wuming, fixed on the stairs, and walked down without saying a word.

Mo Wuming followed with a smile: "This time the meal is simple, it should be your favorite. No matter how busy you are, remember to eat."

Thinking of the sudden death from overtime work in the previous life and the unbearable stomach pain, Mo Wuming always expressed his concern for people in terms of health preservation, so he started nagging unconsciously.

Dongfang didn't feel impatient, and still had no expression on his face, as if he had never heard of it, Shi Shiran sat down.

Mo Wuming glanced at the person in front of him from time to time, after thinking about it, he sat across from him, and handed him a bowl of rice.

The hot rice is sweet and fragrant, the grains are full, the grains are crystal clear, not sticky, soft and delicious.Vinegar short ribs are sweet and sour, crucian carp soup is white and fragrant, and cold winter bamboo shoots are refreshing.Dongfang picked up the chopsticks, he had a good appetite, he chewed slowly and ate half a bowl of rice without interruption.

Seeing that he was eating well, Mo Wuming tentatively scooped up a spoonful of mapo tofu and put it in front of the human bowl, and lightly put it into the bowl when he saw no rejection.Dongfang remained silent and ate slowly.

Today this person is too quiet, although he usually speaks little, but that is not deliberate, and now it cannot be said to be deliberate, it is all a reflection of his heart!

Mo Wuming didn't bother him, and went back to each room.He lay on his back on the bed like a big character, with his hands behind his head, thinking slowly.

The two maintained a harmonious relationship without seeing each other until they ate.

"Today's New Year's Eve, let's go to the roof terrace to eat hot pot. I specially bought peach blossom wine made by myself, and I finally have the opportunity to drink with you."

He led Dongfang, who didn't know what a hot pot was, to the top of the building, it was already dark, candles were lit all around, the halo was orange and yellow, and the mandarin duck soup pot was red and clear.

Mo Wuming poured peach blossom wine for the two of them, and the fragrance wafted into their nostrils. They toasted to each other and said nothing more than words.

The night is clear and the galaxy is brilliant, and not far away, the fireworks of the hot spring winery suddenly bloom.The two sat across the table, looking at the warm and beautiful splendor.

Mo Wuming glanced sideways at the profile of the person beside him, his chin slightly lifted, his cold-skinned and beautiful face was warmed by the candlelight, like the breeze in the world, bright night and moonlight, it is hard to find.

He blinked and raised his glass: "Dongfang, Happy New Year, I wish you good luck and longevity, and everything goes as you wish."

After coming down from the terrace, it was already midnight, and the two stopped in front of the Dongfang Gate to bid farewell.

"I'm going to Zhangshan Village very early tomorrow, so let's rest early today."

Mo Wuming bid farewell to Dongfang with a smile, and noticed that the corner of the man's lips did not move.His eyes moved lightly, he took a step forward, and said slowly: "I wish you a good sleep, how about a hug before you fall asleep?"

Before anyone could speak, he leaned forward and hugged her slowly, "Good night, sweet dreams."

Baibi's small earlobes are in front of his eyes, and his thoughts are still struggling to confine his ambition of racing horses, but when his eyes are darkened, his lips have their own thoughts first.

"..."

Dongfang was held by others like a stake, and something lightly touched his earlobe.He turned his head and glanced at the man on his shoulder.

"Ha, good night." Looking at each other, Mo Wuming supported Dongfang's shoulders and slowly raised his body, and said goodbye to him with a smile.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Qing took the two of them to the small courtyard of Zhangshan Village in a carriage.

Mo Wuming signaled him: "You go later, and come pick us up tomorrow morning."

Watching the two leave, Mo Qing sensibly cleaned the house and removed the food and bedding from the carriage.After thinking about it, I laid a floor on the ground.In this way, you can put it aside when you don’t need it, and it will save trouble when you use it.

He clapped his hands to check if there were any omissions, nodded in satisfaction after a while, and drove the carriage back to Zhuangzi.

Mo Wuming was half kneeling in front of the grave alone, burning incense and paper money, whispering.At the end, he raised his eyes to look at Dongfang who stood behind him in the distance, and smiled again, looking at the other person's eyes as soft as the spring breeze in March.

Since then, he is no longer alone in this world.

Noticing the end here, Dongfang walked towards Mo Wuming, with a wordless hurt hidden in his eyes.

Mo Wuming handed him three sticks of incense: "I told my father, I am not alone, there is someone in the world who will take care of me. You will, tell my father to make him feel at ease?"

Dongfang twisted the incense and looked straight at him.After a long while, he silently inserted the burning incense in front of the tombstone.Cigarettes fluttering and curling up, turning into long lines and drifting away leisurely.

As dusk fell, Mo Wuming solemnly carried the quilt to the bed, treating the floor as nothing.

Dongfang frowned and looked at the two side-by-side quilts, but silently slipped into the inner one.Mo Wuming looked at the back of the man lying on his side, and smiled silently, throwing the quilt into the bed.

Once the shackles of thought are lifted, wild ambitions are unstoppable.He twisted his body and couldn't fall asleep, and finally lay on his side like Dongfang, staring at the back of the man's head.

Dongfang closed his eyes, tried his best to ignore the gaze behind him, and fell asleep quietly.After a while, an arm came across and hugged him across two quilts.He tightened his eyebrows, and endured it without saying a word.

People are used to pushing an inch, and not long after, that arm tightened and pulled him away.The back was pressed against the warm chest, and the scorching breath from the back of the neck was extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Wuming looked at the white ears and the graceful neck in front of him, and tightly wrapped around the man's arm, and pressed his lips against it.Twisting and wanting to share the quilt with someone.

Dongfang closed his eyes and his chest heaved.

'Bang', on the spacious kang, Mo Wuming turned over and was thrown flat on the bed, motionless.He looked at Dongfang who was half kneeling above him, and his slender white hands grabbed the front of his clothes, and slowly lifted him up.

He blinked hard, trying to make the other party know his intentions.

"Heh", Dongfang sneered, stretched out his arms and lifted the man above the floor.

Mo Wuming strenuously glanced at the other's beautiful fingers unfolding one by one, the eyelashes fluttered more obviously, hinting crazily.As a result, he watched the man spread his index finger.

'Paji', his back suddenly touched the cold floor, and he rolled around his body.Can move?Mo Wuming flipped over, and before he had time to defend himself, a quilt fell head-on, covering his head and face.

Accompanied by a cold voice with a slight sneer: "Did I answer you?"

Well, Mo Wuming rolled up, rolled up and lay down on the floor.

In winter, after the charcoal fire is extinguished, the room is filled with coldness, only the bed with someone on the other side emits heat.Dongfang's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. He gently rubbed his cheek against the warm and fragrant bedding, lazily not wanting to move.

The chest of the person behind him was hot, and his strong arms were folded in front of him, warm and pleasant, and his hands and feet did not feel cold.He turned his head slightly. The man's nose was straight, his lips were thick, his beard was rough, his eyebrows were flying, his eyes were bright and energetic, eyes, eyes... woke up!

"Morning." Chen Xing's hoarse voice came, his Adam's apple slipped in his sight, Dongfang subconsciously avoided the man's head, away from his half-turned body.In an instant, he left the man's embrace.

Mo Wuming rubbed his forehead and sat up, didn't care about Dongfang's avoidance, the future is long, he wants this person to be honest and happy to enjoy the fireworks and prosperity of the world with him.