It's too hard for a green tea man to match him

The biting cold wind blew, and the dead leaves fell from the branches.The leaves whirled in the air, stubbornly unwilling to land.

It was looking curiously at the two people under the tree.

The night was getting dark, it couldn't see clearly, it could only vaguely see their heads touching their heads, and it didn't know what they were doing.

"The wind is blowing a bit cold." Yu Qiu pushed Shen Mingdeng.

Shen Mingdeng reached out to hook the hat of his down jacket, put it on for him, pinched the brim of the hat, rubbed the tip of the young man's nose, and said in a low voice, "Later, okay?"

Before Yu Qiu could answer, he bowed his head and kissed him again.

Deeply, forcefully, lingeringly.

As if nothing was enough.

There are some deeper and majestic emotions that urgently need to be vented.

Feeling his emotions, Yu Qiu stopped him in time, panting lightly and said, "It's really cold, let's go back."

"Okay." Shen Mingdeng stared at him for a few seconds, then led him back.

As soon as he entered the door, Xiang Yan glanced over the faces of the two of them, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, you have to get up early, don't make it too late at night."

The eyes were especially aimed at Shen Mingdeng.

"Understood." Shen Mingdeng remained expressionless.

Yu Qiu smiled and took her arm, "Don't worry, Aunt Xiang, tomorrow I have to post Spring Festival couplets and cook New Year's Eve dinner, so I definitely won't sleep in."

Xiang Yan was coaxed into laughing, pinched his face, but saw his slightly swollen lips, gave Shen Mingdeng a sneaky look, and said, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

"it is good."

The two went upstairs.

There is no heating in the house, and it is super cold to take a shower in winter.

Holding the toiletries in her arms, Yu Qiu looked at the icy shower room, feeling a momentary retreat.

But it's uncomfortable not to take a bath.

"Knock knock."

Yu Qiu was shocked: "Go in."

Shen Mingdeng walked in, seeing his negative appearance, he knew it was the same as what he thought.

"Afraid of the cold?"

"Well, there's no heating, it's really too cold."

Although there is air conditioning, the feeling of air conditioning is different from that of heating. It is warm outside, but it is still cold inside.

And there is no air conditioning in the bathroom.

Shen Mingdeng took him into the bathroom, turned on the Yuba, and said, "Why don't I wash it first, the water vapor will keep it warm, and it won't be so cold after you wash."

"Wash in my room?"

"how?"

Yu Qiu rolled his eyes, "No, then you wash first."

Shen Mingdeng took his clothes and went into the bathroom. There was only one door between the bathroom and the room, and the movement inside could be heard clearly.

The rustling of the clothes, the rushing of the water, breaking into the eardrums one after another, disturbing people.

Yu Qiu simply turned on the TV.

WeChat suddenly tweeted.

[Liu He: Is Xiao Jiangjiang's TV show starting tonight? !I will definitely bring my family in front of the TV!Also go to the broadcast platform to increase the playback volume! 】

【Meng Pingjiang: [Hold a fist][Hold a fist][Hold a fist]]

【Lu Gao: Will you play tonight? 】

[Meng Pingjiang: There should be a point at the end of the second episode. 】

[Yu Qiu: You must squat in front of the TV. 】

If Liu He hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten.

He picked up the remote control and tuned to the satellite TV that was broadcasting. Before the time came, he didn't change the channel. He just stopped on this channel and played with his phone.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Yu Qiu's eyes paused, his head didn't lift, but his ears stood up.

The door opened, steam roared into the room, and was closed again.

Shen Mingdeng wiped his hair, sat on the bed naturally, and said softly, "It's time to wash it."

"Oh." Yu Qiu stood up, thinking of something, and said, "Pingjiang's drama premieres tonight, will we watch it together later?"

"Okay." Shen Mingdeng's eyes fell on him, and he seemed to smile, "Wait for you."

Yu Qiu: "..."

Why is your face suddenly hot?

He got into the bathroom, where the mist filled the air, the temperature was suitable, and there was a faint fragrance of shower gel in the air.

Yu Qiu took a slow shower, put on body lotion, and came out in blue and white plaid pajamas.

The sweet citrus flavor floods the nose again.

With dark eyes in Shen Mingdeng's eyes, he raised the hair dryer in his hand, "Sit over, blow dry before going to sleep."

"Ah."

Yu Qiu sat on the side of the bed, turned his back to Shen Mingdeng, lowered his head slightly, his fair and even neck was reflected in the man's eyes, as cute and delicate as a lamb waiting to be sacrificed.

The hair dryer was whistling, the TV in front of the bed was playing advertisements, and the room was lit with orange wall lamps, the light was warm and harmonious, adding a bit of ambiguity.

Fingers shuttled between the young man's hair, the soft and shattered hair was fine and dense, and the moment it slid across the skin, it was slightly itchy.

"Qiuqiu..."

"Huh?" Yu Qiu tilted his head and said amidst the roar of the hair dryer, "I didn't hear what you said!"

Hair is dry.

Shen Mingdeng turned off the hair dryer, threw it aside, and hugged the young man from behind, tightly without leaving a single gap.

"Qiuqiu..."

The residual heat of the hair dryer still spread around the ears, and the man's breath was hotter than that.

The TV screen began to play the opening title, and the bright music covered the rustling movement.

"Say it's a good TV, no."

"Don't move you, really."

"..."

Yu Qiu took a deep breath, even a ghost would not believe this!

"Knock knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the quilt stopped suddenly.

"Xiao Qiu, are you in the room?" Xiang Yan's voice passed through the door, and Yu Qiu sat up immediately in shock.

He straightened his collar and hair, rubbed his flushed face, and suppressed the panic in his heart, "Yes."

The door opened, and Xiang Yan came in with something in his hand. He was smiling, but when he saw Shen Mingdeng was there, he couldn't help asking with a serious face, "What are you doing here?"

Shen Mingdeng looked calm: "Watch TV with Qiuqiu."

"Go back to your room after watching."

"Ah."

Xiang Yan turned to Yu Qiu again, "The air conditioner blows dry easily, put a humidifier on it, I forgot to bring it up during the day."

"Thank you, Aunt Xiang." Yu Qiu quickly took it, "I'll just go down and get it myself."

"Why are you being polite to me." Xiang Yan looked at the TV, "What kind of TV is this?"

Yu Qiu plugged in the humidifier, "It looks like an ancient conspiracy, and my roommate played a role in it."

"Really?" Xiang Yan asked in surprise, "Then I'll take a look too, which roommate is it?"

Yu Qiu smiled and said, "You also met Meng Pingjiang on the first day of school."

"That young man is indeed handsome, I'll go down and take a look." She said, turning around, and before closing the door, she specifically told Shen Mingdeng, "Go back to your room and sleep on your own after you're done!"

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

The door closed, leaving only the sound of TV dramas in the room.

Yu Qiu couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"Sit here." Shen Mingdeng patted the bed.

"No." Yu Qiu shook his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up sweetly, "I'll just sit on the sofa and watch."

Shen Mingdeng had no choice but to get up and get out of bed, put one hand on his shoulders, and put his other hand through the bend of his legs to hug him up.

"What?"

"watch TV."

"Why don't you look at it?"

"Lean in and keep warm."

Shen Mingdeng half embraced Yu Qiu with one arm, domineeringly encircling him in his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of his hair, and occasionally kissing him a few times.

Yu Qiu: "..."

Where is this watching TV?

He leaned on the man's shoulder and asked hoarsely, "When will you return to Huajing?"

"Not suitable?"

"No."

Yu Qiu really likes it here, it can make people feel at peace.

"It should be back in the second year of junior high school." Shen Mingdeng held his hand, put it to his lips and kissed him left and right, "Why is that?"

"It's not convenient here." Yu Qiu raised her eyes and glanced at him, her eyelashes curled slightly like hooks.

Shen Mingdeng paused, "What's missing, I'll buy it tomorrow."

"lack……"

The following words were very light, and were almost overshadowed by the episode of the TV series, but Shen Mingdeng heard it, and a deep and dark light burst out of his eyes instantly.

"Qiuqiu, you did it on purpose."

Yu Qiu raised his eyebrows, "I went digging winter bamboo shoots today, and I got inspiration again, and I have to rush to work when I get back."

Shen Mingdeng frowned, "Crush work?"

"Brother Wen said before that it will take more than half a year to shoot other materials. Counting the days, it's almost there."

"I'll ask him tomorrow." Shen Mingdeng didn't want to see Yu Qiutian working so hard.

There was a new message on WeChat, and Yu Qiu touched the phone to open it.

[Liu He: The TV series was well shot!Everyone in my family feels good!There are signs of fire! @孟平江 Have you opened Weibo yet?Follow follow! 】

[Meng Pingjiang: Open. [screenshot]】

Yu Qiu opened Weibo, followed it, and took a look around.The few posts he posted were all related to the drama, and the number of fans is still very small.

Before finishing brushing, Meng Pingjiang went back to the customs.

Yu Qiu couldn't help saying in the group: [Your watch list is all the directors, screenwriters, and actors of the crew. Suddenly there are three of us outsiders, will it be a bit abrupt? 】

[Liu He: It seems so! 】

[Lu Gao: Yes. 】

[Meng Pingjiang: I quite like acting. I don't know where I can go in the future, but I also want to do other meaningful things.Yu Qiu focuses on embroidery skills, Lu Gao also dabbles in traditional costumes, and Liu He is a member of the Hanfu Club. You can post some related Weibo, and I will forward it when the time comes. Don’t think I have few fans. 】

His words were sincere.

Traditional niche fields have received little attention, and it is even more difficult for more people to discover and understand them.

At present, many intangible cultural heritage handicrafts are facing the situation of being lost. It is advisable to expand their influence and let more people realize their cultural connotation and unique charm.

Meng Pingjiang doesn't know how far he can go, but he also wants to do what he can.

Yu Qiu said solemnly: [Thank you. 】

[Liu He: Thank you Xiao Jiangjiang for your love! 】

[Lu Gao: Good. 】

Yu Qiu's heart was warm, and there was a kind of surging and passionate emotion that filled his limbs and bones, slowly gathering into endless courage and drive.

He said to Shen Mingdeng: "I want to become a master. Only in this way can I teach skills to more people."

Embroidery was no longer his means of survival.

It is inheritance, a responsibility and a mission.

Shen Mingdeng stared at him with gentle and deep eyes, as if staring at the stars in the sky, and now the stars are in his arms, within reach.

"you will."

You will become the best master.

Yu Qiu smiled and rolled his eyes.

He also felt that it was possible. In the dream, he had already achieved this goal.

The next day, Yu Qiu got up very early.

The morning air in the countryside was especially fresh. He opened the window, breathed in the sweet air, stretched his muscles a few times, and heard footsteps going upstairs.

It's Aunt Xiang.

"Xiaoqiu is up, why isn't Ming Deng up yet?" Xiang Yan poked his probe into the room, but he didn't see Shen Mingdeng, and his face relaxed.

Still obedient, no nonsense.

Yu Qiu smiled shortly.

In fact, it was not obedient, but had to sleep in separate rooms.

There was a lot of trouble last night, and if it continued, something would happen. Shen Mingdeng had no choice but to leave the room and run to the next door. He didn't know what time he fell asleep, and he still hasn't woken up.

He pulled Xiang Yan back: "Aunt Xiang, let him sleep more, he may have been tired yesterday."

After all, we dug so many bamboo shoots.

Xiang Yan was shocked: "..."

Tired?

Had she been wrong all along?

It doesn't look like it!