Professional dismantling

In Zhao Yao's memory, this was the first time a family watched the New Year's Eve together. When the grandfather clock in the living room struck twelve, Zhao's mother took out a big bag, "Go, go, you two go out and put it away." , we are old and don't like to play with this."

Zhao Yao took it happily, opened the bag and looked inside, there were some oddly shaped things besides firecrackers.

"I'll have some, I'll have some..." Zhao Yao squeezed Qin Yin away and snatched the cigarette from his hand, "Stay far away, and be careful not to collapse on you."

Qin Yin stepped back amusedly, "You little..." Before he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound, and Zhao Yao jumped and ran back, shouting non-stop, "Hey , really loud."

Qin Yin could see the unprecedented happiness in his shining eyes, hooked his lips and stretched his hands around his neck, and asked, "So happy?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Yao nodded without pushing him away, "It's the first time the cannon was fired."

Qin Yin frowned, "The latter ones are not allowed."

Zhao Yao looked at him speechlessly, "I'm 24, not four years old, what's wrong with firing a cannon?"

After that, he went to the bag and fumbled in it, and took out a cone, which was very big, like a Christmas hat, and that was it.

"Is this a fried flower?" He raised the "three-cornered hat" in his hand and asked Qin Yin. Before he got a response, he set it on the ground and ignited it. Within a few seconds, a cluster of silver sparks rushed up to the sky. The height can be three or four meters, he turned to look at Qin Yin, "It's pretty pretty, isn't it?"

Qin Yin took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then squatted into the bag to pick it up, "There are four more, let's light it together, it should look better than just one."

Qin Yin took the four out and put them on the ground, thought for a while and arranged them in a circle, and beckoned to Zhao Yao, "Come here and help."

Zhao Yao walked over and squatted next to Qin Yin, Qin Yin glanced at him and pointed behind him, "Come inside, let's order two each."

"Ordering a flower depends on Fengshui..." Zhao Yao stood up and stepped into the circle speechlessly, "I've never seen such a particular flower."

Qin Yin ignored him, took a deep puff on the cigarette, pulled out the first lead and lit it, and then lit the second one.

Zhao Yao was a beat slower than Qin Yin. After clicking, he turned his head to see that the little spark in front of Qin Yin was already blowing up, and hurriedly tugged at his arm, "What are you doing in a daze, go out after clicking, wait for the explosion!" If we wake up, we will be fools."

Not only did Qin Yin not move at all, but he held the hand on his arm with his backhand. Zhao Yao was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing..."

Zhao Yao was really unprepared when Qin Yin's lips pressed against him, he was still immersed in the joy of putting flowers and the danger of being splashed by sparks when standing in the circle, the warmth of his lips forced him to Quickly pulled himself out of these thoughts, Qin Yin's kiss was very soft, with a little smell of red wine gently passed from the lips to Zhao Yao's nose, this kiss was not as intense or irritating as usual While teasing, Qin Yin just kissed his slightly wet lips lightly, with a little tenderness in it.

Zhao Yao was pushed back a little, and the four "tricorn hats" started to rush towards the sky next to each other. Zhao Yao stared at the silvery white sparks around him, as if the world was covered by this color.

This kind of beauty made Zhao Yao feel unreal. At this time, Qin Yin was too gentle and he couldn't help it. He calmed down, and the inadvertent glance of Qin Liming at the dinner table when he looked at him suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shiver. , violently pushed Qin Yin away.

Qin Yin was unsteady and backed away. Zhao Yao was afraid that he would step on the "tricorn hat" that was still blown with flowers, raised his arm and grabbed him again, and hurriedly glanced outside, "You are nervous, In broad daylight."

"Pfft!" Qin Yin was amused by his words, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, they can't see."

Zhao Yao looked around unhappily. He couldn't see anything except the silver sparks that exploded. He could only see Qin Yin's smiling face printed in the firelight. He looked around uncertainly, and asked in a low voice. : "I really can't see it?"

"What can you see with such a big flower..." Qin Yin leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "If I could see it, I wouldn't ask you to come in."

Only then did Zhao Yao suddenly realize, "For a long time, you've been posing in circles just to play hooligans?"

Qin Yin laughed lowly, "Playing hooligans is more than that. It won't take long, and even if you want to play hooligans, it will be too late."

Zhao Yao glared at him, Qin Yin scratched his palm with a smile, "Happy New Year, Zhao Yao."

Zhao Yao was inexplicably agitated, Qin Yin's finger slid across his palm as if pulling on his disordered heartstrings, and with the pounding heartbeat, he could compose a symphony. All his internal organs danced along.

"New...Happy birthday." Zhao Yao looked at Qin Yin and said softly, a little excited and a little embarrassed, he didn't know why he was embarrassed, when the words "Happy Birthday" came out, he kind of said "I love you" He felt that there must be a problem with the geomantic omen of the four flower pendulums, which caused his brain to lose balance at this moment, and all the messy thoughts of Hua Yibang also poured into his brain.

When the flowers were almost gone, Qin Yin grabbed him, and pulled back his thoughts that had already escaped the earth, "What else do you want to put?"

Qin Yin had already walked back to the bag where the cannons were placed, and took out a few more from it and asked him, "Put this or this?"

Zhao Yao was a little embarrassed by his messy thoughts, he pointed to his left hand casually, "This one."

"Hey, let's put flowers?" A voice suddenly rang out from behind, and Zhao Shumin yelled as she walked out wearing a thick shawl, "Why didn't you call me for putting flowers, I asked the students to pick them out, Said these styles are the best looking."

Zhao Yao's embarrassment of being interrupted by Zhao's mother is over, but the sound of his heartbeat is still like a drum beating. Fleeing, he made up his mind and took two steps back and said, "Didn't you say that you don't like to watch when you're old?"

Zhao's mother came over and slapped him on the back, "I said I don't like setting off cannons, but who said I don't like watching flowers."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Zhao Yao depressedly took out two strange-shaped boxes and put them on the ground, tore off the lead wires to light a cigarette, "Whatever you say makes sense."

Zhao Yao's excitement after setting off the flowers was gone, and now he felt that the cold was okay. The old north wind made him run into the house with his pocket in his pocket. As soon as he ran into the door, he found a Cake, turned to ask his mother, "Is this not defrosted yet?"

Zhao's mother smiled and said, "It's not frozen hard to thaw out, just warm it in your stomach."

The cake is not big, only six inches. Zhao Yao handed over the knife, "Cut it quickly."

"Hey..." Mother Zhao shouted, "I haven't lit the candles yet, singing birthday songs and making wishes."

"It's not a child, why do you want to sing what songs..." Qin's father said impatiently, "Chop and eat and finish."

"You even sang it on your birthday..." Mama Zhao stared, "It's not a child."

Zhao Yao took out the candle and said, "Light one, there won't be enough cakes if you light all the points."

"This child..." Zhao Ma raised her hand and patted Zhao Yao's head, "Hurry up and order it."

Qin Yin's birthday was no different from Zhao Yao's. He sang the birthday song and made a wish to cut a cake for a red envelope. The only difference might be that the red envelope was thicker and contained more lucky money.

Zhao Yao looked at the red envelope in his hand and felt a little embarrassed, "I don't want it, I'm so old, it's really embarrassing to hold it."

"Press it quickly..." Zhao Yao's mother smiled and pressed it on his hand, "It's a custom to celebrate the new year, and we will give it before we get married."

The word "marriage" is a particularly sensitive word for Zhao Yao, so when Zhao's mother said these two words, he put the red envelope into his pocket at the speed of light, and finished the cake in two or three bites, "I'm sleepy, first I'm asleep."

"You're sleepy now that you were alive and kicking?" Zhao Ma waved her hand at him impatiently, "I'll wake up early tomorrow morning. If you don't wake up on the first day of the new year, you won't have anything to eat if you're late."

"Understood." Zhao Yao responded while running upstairs.

After Zhao Yao returned to the room, he took out the red envelopes and put them on the bed one by one. It was not the first time he had received lucky money, but this time it was more unusual than any other time.

In the past, he only felt that he had entered an imaginary world, and the characters in it were drawn stroke by stroke by a brain-dead author, just like puppets who could talk and do things, but when he found that the direction of the plot was the same as After what he had seen was completely different, he felt that he was wrong.

When Qin Yin told him that he liked it, leaned into his ear and whispered softly, and Zhao Ma held his hand and said with a smile, they were no different from him, with flesh and blood, fresh life and feelings, and The feeling from the bottom of his heart made him want to touch it again and again.

He opened the closet door, and took out a long dark gray box from the drawer below, with a big bow tied on it with a royal blue ribbon. He had never given anyone a gift, and this bow was posted on Weibo by accident. When he opened the tutorial he saw at the time, he was quite unbelievable when he opened it and learned it. After the unbelievable was finished, he found that it had been tied, and it looked good.

He waited in the room for a while, and with Qin Yin's temperament, he would definitely not go back to his room tonight, but he waited for a long time without hearing the knock on the door.

He opened the door and looked out. The lights downstairs were still on. He stretched his neck to look out. Zhao Ma must have gone to the kitchen to wash the dishes, leaving only Qin Yin sitting on the two ends of the sofa with Qin Pa. Zhao Yao couldn't hear the words clearly because they were too far away, but judging from the expressions of the two of them, it shouldn't be like that at the dinner table.

The relationship between Qin Yin and his father is not good, Zhao Yao came to this conclusion again.But why?