power over

This trip to Montreal is really not like a honeymoon.However, Yang Ke still replied "Not bad" when he received the greeting text message from Zhai Di.

After confirming that Yu Zhinian was asleep, Yang Ke walked out of his room and went down to the smoking room on the ground floor of the hotel to smoke.

There is a window facing the sea in the smoking room, the room is very dark, the fireplace is burning, and no matter how thick the incense is, it can't hide the smell of smoke all the year round.Yang Ke sat on one of the soft chairs and lit a cigarette.

Yang Ke started smoking about two years ago, and has smoked more in the past six months.

He thinks that smoking is a good way to divert his attention, which is not conspicuous and does not cause too much harm to his health.The rugby game was replayed in the smoking room. Yang Ke watched the fierce game scene. After smoking three cigarettes, he went back upstairs, opened the door, and saw Yu Zhinian in disheveled clothes dangling around in the room.

With his back turned to him, Yu Zhinian looked left and right, not knowing what he was looking for, when he heard a noise, he turned around.

"What are you doing?" Yang Ke asked him.

There was no light in the room, and it was as dark as an old TV screen with poor picture quality. Yu Zhinian's legs and the rest of his skin exposed outside his clothes were like white noise in the screen.

He looked at Yang Ke with a confused look, and said "it's nothing", "my fever seems to be gone".

Yang Ke approached him a little, he probably smelled smoke, wrinkled his nose lightly, and asked Yang Ke: "Have you gone to smoke?"

"Ah."

Seeing Yu Zhinian seemed hesitant to speak, Yang Ke asked him, "Can't you smoke?"

Yu Zhinian shook his head and said "no".

He looked very relaxed, as if he hadn't woken up yet, he was no longer so obviously wary, and he didn't say anything to resist for the time being, he just stood in front of Yang Ke obediently, so that Yang Ke could reach him as soon as he stretched out his hand.

He left Heshi for half a year and went home for a week, but for some reason, Yang Ke felt that he hadn't seen him for two years.

"If you don't like it," Yang Ke said to him, "I don't have to smoke."

Yu Zhinian didn't speak.

Yang Ke raised his hand, touched the back of Yu Zhinian's hand, felt a little cold, and asked him, "Isn't it cold?"

He held Yu Zhinian's palm and touched the warm wedding ring with his fingertips. In the next second, Yu Zhinian took his hand away and said, "I'm going to get dressed."

They went to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

Yu Zhinian's fever subsided, he took out his computer, sat at the desk in the living room, and tapped.

Yang Ke just drank a few sips of table wine and was watching the news on the sofa. Maybe he had been driving for too long, or maybe he was drunk, so he closed his eyes and took a nap for a while.

He dreamed about the first half of Christmas Eve three years ago.

They had spent that day alone at home.

The chef cooked Christmas dinner, and Yang Ke was forced by Yu Zhinian to drink a few sips of wine. The two sat under the Christmas tree, and Yang Ke taught Yu Zhinian how to play bridge.

Yu Zhinian couldn't teach no matter what, so he lay on the floor pretending to be tired.

Yang Ke said he was stupid, and he didn't get up. The two of them messed around until after nine o'clock. Yang Zhongyun's secretary suddenly called and said nervously that Yang Zhongyun had another heart attack. go to the hospital.

The snow was heavy that day, Yang Ke couldn't drive, and Yu Zhinian couldn't drive well either, so they managed to get a car and went to the train station of the intercity railway.

On Christmas Eve, there were very few people at the station, so Yu Zhinian bought a ticket and they got on the train.

Sitting in the carriage, the two didn't talk much, Yu Zhinian looked very sad, the snow outside the car window kept falling in the dark night, Yang Ke couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Yang Zhongyun has occupied too long and too much of his life.It was also hard for him to imagine that he might die tonight.

The intercity train arrives in one hour.

Due to poor road conditions when he arrived, Yang Zhongyun's driver hadn't arrived at the gate of the station.

Yang Ke and Yu Zhinian went out and stood on the porch, the cold wind mixed with snow was blowing on them, Yu Zhinian flinched and leaned against Yang Ke.

Yang Ke looked down at Yu Zhinian, who had snow on his eyelashes, and said to Yang Ke, "It's so cold."Yang Ke touched Yu Zhinian's face, and stretched out his hand to pull Yu Zhinian into his arms.

Yang Ke himself was also very cold that day, and Yu Zhinian leaned on Yang Ke wholeheartedly.He asked Yang Ke, "What if Grandpa is really gone?"

"I don't know." Yang Ke told him.

Yu Zhinian hid his face in the plush hat and looked up at Yang Ke. He seemed to be in desperate need of Yang Ke's comfort, very anxious, as if he was afraid of being left behind, his eyes were wide open.

Yang Ke then kissed Yu Zhinian. At an inappropriate moment, it seemed that kissing could comfort the other party as well as himself.

Yu Zhinian's lips were extremely cold, and Yang Ke was not much better.

There are only the two of them in the whole street, as if to indicate that their respective worlds will soon be left with only each other.

Half asleep and half awake, Yang Ke suddenly felt someone beside him, opened his eyes vigilantly, and found that Yu Zhinian was very close to him, leaning over to look at him.

Yu Zhinian peeked at Yang Ke being caught on the spot, and immediately panicked.Yang Ke thought he was funny, obviously he came over by himself, and he was so timid, so he reached out and grabbed Yu Zhinian's wrist, pulling him to his side.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Ke asked him.

"I thought you were asleep." Yu Zhinian defended.

"What do you want to do when I'm asleep?" Yang Ke dragged Yu Zhinian over. Yu Zhinian hadn't recovered from his illness, so he knelt on Yang Ke's lap and put his hand on Yang Ke's shoulder.

He was very light, pressing down on Yang Ke, he didn't know what to say vaguely, his lips shook in front of Yang Ke, Yang Ke couldn't hear clearly, and didn't really want to hear it, so he pulled Yu Zhinian down a little, and he picked up with Yu Zhinian. kiss.

They haven't kissed for a long time, Yu Zhinian's lips are soft, and his body has a fragrant smell.Alcohol and this smell magnified Yang Ke's senses. Yang Ke seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and pressed his hand on Yu Zhinian's thin waist.

He opened his eyes and saw Yu Zhinian's eyelashes and reddish pinnae.

After kissing for a while, Yu Zhinian seemed to have realized that he wanted to escape.Yang Ke grabbed him, and his struggle became stronger, so Yang Ke let go.

Yu Zhinian stood up and resumed his resisting look in the afternoon, planning to live out and move things away.

Yang Ke was still sitting on the sofa, raised his eyes to look at Yu Zhinian, and Yu Zhinian took a step back.Yu Zhinian's clothes were wrinkled, and his lips still had the color of kisses, but his face showed rejection.

Yang Ke looked at Yu Zhinian, all the unreasonable resistance he had received from Yu Zhinian gathered together and pressed down on him.

"Did you drink too much?" Yu Zhinian was silent for a few seconds, making lame excuses for Yang Ke.

For a long time, Yang Ke has tried his best to avoid becoming another moody Yang Zhongyun, avoiding fierceness and drama, and wanting to live a peaceful life contrary to his grandfather.

But maybe it was the memory of Christmas Eve that made Yang Ke become extreme, and he began to have difficulty controlling his emotions.

"I didn't drink too much." Yang Ke looked at Yu Zhinian and stated the facts.

Yang Ke didn't want to be a person who would become angry from embarrassment and love to force others. He asked Yu Zhinian: "Does kissing you mean drinking too much?"

It was Yu Zhinian who liked Yang Ke, wrote hundreds of pages of observation diaries, took the initiative to secretly kiss Yang Ke in the car, held Yang Ke's hand, and wanted to marry Yang Ke.

"In [-]," Yang Ke said, "You said it yourself, your Christmas wish, you said you would always be with me."

"Did you drink too much that day?" Yang Ke asked him politely, "Yu Zhinian, did you drink too much that day?"

Yu Zhinian's face suddenly turned pale.