Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

The second generation of the Christmas elk version is thinner than usual.

He kept a distance of about half a meter from Qi Ye, holding a beautifully shaped red apple with his slender white fingers.

Qi Ye didn't answer it right away, his wrist hanging in mid-air swayed slightly, and there was a crisp and delicate bell sound.

The little red cloak made his cheeks pink. The clothes probably matched him. A red ribbon was tied around his snow-white neck, and a large golden bell jingled on it.

He has small bells strung around his wrists and ankles.

Originally, there was a music box in his pocket that was only played all the way. He thought that Qi Ye might be afraid of noise, so he turned it off before entering the door.

Looking from Qi Ye's position, his lips were also redder than usual, his deep black eyelashes were slightly curved, and there seemed to be sparkles in his eyes.

"Fu Zaozao." Qi Ye took a sip of the half-cold fruit tea on the table, unmoved, "Are you the last one to give me this apple?"

Fu Wan was sent from bottom to top according to the floor. Qi Ye was the last one in Xinyu Game's office on the top floor, and there was nothing wrong with it.

So Fu Wan nodded and said yes.

Then he saw that his brother's face seemed to be dark for a moment, and even his eyes were dimmed, like a night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and he couldn't see his fingers.

"But your apples are different." Fu Wan hurriedly remedied, "Your apples are not real."

Qi Ye was even more unhappy: "You gave me the plastic one?"

"What, this one is made of chocolate." Fu Wan rubbed her clean fingertips against the apple's coat, and a blush spread on her fingertips, "I made it myself in the DIY workshop, and I trimmed the outline several times. Come on." Where can I find such a round and beautiful real apple?"

"Try it, I washed my hands before I came here." As she spoke, Fu Wan's fingertips touched Qi Ye's lips.

Qi Ye pressed his shoulders and neck against the back of the chair, paused for half a second, and opened his mouth to bite Fu Wan's fingertips.

"Okay?" Fu Wan was looking forward to his reaction.

Qi Ye said in a muffled voice, "It's okay."

A masterpiece of an art student, the pigment exceeds the standard.

It’s fine as a still life, but not as food.

This is the poisonous apple of the evil queen in fairy tales, if you swallow it, you may die.

"How long has it been?" Qi Ye took the apple, but didn't eat it.

"Well, two days." After the fruits of labor were picked up, Fu Wan stood in place with peace of mind.

The shattered hair behind his ear made his neck itchy, he reached out to push it away, and a bell around his wrist rang softly.

"Then keep it." Qi Ye hooked the rope with the bell on his wrist, and led him to his side, "Keep it as a small work of art."

"Brother, I'll give it to you if you like..." Before Fu Wan finished speaking, Qi Ye put his hand on his waist, lifted the short red cloak on his upper body, and hooked the hem of his white sweater.

His legs softened, and he knelt on Qi Ye's lap, with his knees against the soft seat, and hurriedly pressed his hands on Qi Ye's heart.

The crisp ringing of bells became one piece.

The little elk was laid off directly.

He was pressed by Qi Ye on the desk and on the chair once. He was extremely tired and lazy in his bones.

The environment of Qi Ye's office was too solemn. After closing the curtains of the large French windows, the lights were bright, and the sharp edge of the table was pressed against his lower back. His reaction was more intense than usual.

When he was lying on the sofa, he remembered to pull the small antlers in his hair.

"It's delicious." Qi Ye helped him take it off, brushing away the wet black hair on his forehead, "Thank you for your Christmas Eve gift."

On the night of Christmas Eve, many young couples ordered meals outside. Qi Ye asked Fu Wan's opinion, and the two went to the warehouse supermarket.

Fu Wan pushed the trolley and followed behind Qi Ye, watching his brother pick and choose by the shelves, a hill gradually piled up in the trolley.

"I want to eat steak." Fu Wan, who was more than ten meters behind, followed slowly and made a request.

"I don't buy steak here. I'll have someone send it home." Qi Ye threw a bag of Fu Wan's favorite macadamia nuts into the shopping cart, "Okay, let's go home."

When Qi Ye was cooking, Fu Wan liked to watch from the side.

Qi Ye, who is so proud and dignified, is extra careful when cooking, and every dish is very suitable for his taste.

Fu Wan took a quick look at a scene by the kitchen island, with steaming kitchen utensils and delicately arranged dishes on the table.

He posted on Weibo with the caption "Christmas Eve".

He guessed that when he woke up tomorrow morning, he would be able to see the Christmas gift Qi Ye gave him.

A new message popped up on the phone screen——

["Santa Claus" applied to add you as a friend. ]

Message: Send you a little.

Fu Wan: "..."

He clicked to accept.

There is one more person in the WeChat friend list.

[Santa Claus]: I am Santa Claus.

[Fu Erdai]: Soybean touching head.jpg

[Santa Claus]: I have a pair of old worn-out shoes that I don't want, and I will throw them by the letter box at your door tonight.

[Fu Erdai]: Ah Yao, let's discuss something, shall we?

[Fu Erdai]: Can you use one account every year?Is your Santa an annual throw?

"Wanwan, who are you talking to?" Qi Ye put a few fresh red roses into the porcelain vase on the table.

Fu Wan originally wanted to say that there was no one, but when the words came to her lips, she changed her words: "With A Yao."

"Yeah." Qi Ye nodded, "The movie he starred in at the New Year's party has been submitted for review."

"Then I'll go and see the fun, so that he won't be ashamed if he can't sell the tickets." Fu Wan went to the wine cabinet in the basement to get some red wine.

There was a rebroadcast of a football game on TV, which was noisy.

When it was nearly ten o'clock, it snowed in their city, and thousands of lights were lit, and they had one of them.

Fu Wan opened his eyes an hour earlier the next day.

Qi Ye just pushed the bedroom door and came in, and threw a neatly wrapped gift box on his lap: "Fu Hengyao threw it on the mailbox outside our courtyard."

"What about yours?" Fu Wan spread her hands.

Qi Ye laughed, and took out another one from under the bed.

Fu Wan changed into new shoes and went to Xinyu Games to clock in for work. As soon as she moved into her workstation, she heard Xie Hui and An Xia sighing.

"What are you sighing for?" He leaned back on the gaming chair, turned his head and asked.

"..."Wishing Garden" by Laurel Group, the mobile game we used to play when we were in high school, is going to be discontinued." An Xia pushed a game news to the group of the working group.

"Ah..." Fu Wan remembered this game, he had logged into it not long ago.

During the time he was obsessed, Qi Ye even asked Qi Ye to help him earn experience points.

"Actually, there are still players, but there are too few." An Xia said, "If you can't make money, you have to close the server."

There are too many of them.

The life of a game is limited. After the time limit is passed, if the feelings are sold out, it may decline.

In just a few short years, a few brief miniatures may not be ignored in the memory of a generation.

"It's a pity." Fu Wan said lazily.

It's a pity that he spent about 20 years of self-study on the festival night, built a big three-story house in the game, and invited Qi Ye to build an account to try it out once.

A certain game that was suddenly stopped reminded him of something about the two of them when they were in high school.

In the afternoon, he slipped away from the studio, originally thinking of going for a walk, but ended up walking near his and Qi Ye's high school.

The fast food restaurant at the end of the street was still there, and the smell of roasted potatoes wafted from afar.

"Hey, is it Fu Wan?" The shop owner, a middle-aged man, greeted him, "Is your brother not with you?"

This is the father of a friend who had a good time with Fu Wan back then.

"He's busy with work today." Fu Wan was a little surprised, "You still know my brother? He's rather cold-tempered, shouldn't he come here often?"

"Your brother comes here more than you." The shopkeeper took the freshly baked potatoes out of the oven, "He even came here to ask me how to make some snacks, and said you like it, lest one day it will be windy and rainy. You can’t eat it when you want it.”

Fu Wan was taken aback.

The owner continued: "He's a quick learner. I've demonstrated it once or twice and he'll do it. He still insists on paying me a lot of money..."

Fu Wan suddenly remembered that when he was a student, for a period of time, he ran here every day for food, and got on really well with the boss's son.

Later, Qi Ye reproduced this little snack, and he didn't seem to have been here much.

It was as if a small warm flame broke into his heart, making his eyes and nose a little sour.

His brother hid many beautiful little candy wrappers for him.

In the office of Xinyu Group, Qi Ye had just sat down after the meeting when Assistant Jian reported the news that a mobile game under the Laurel Group was about to stop serving.

"Wishing Courtyard"?He is somewhat familiar with the name of this game.

He contributed a download to this dying game, and entered the mobile phone number and verification code to log in to the game.

A slightly funny two-headed little man appeared in a three-story building block house.

The name of the house is simple and rude, "Fu Wan and Qi Ye's Home".

The upper left corner of the phone shows that his last login time was more than 1200 days ago.

Compared with the exquisite and detailed style of the current mobile games, this game is obviously outdated.

He manipulated the villain Qi Ye to walk around the house.

He picked up a wishing bottle in the yard, and there was actually a wishing stick inside.

He didn't read it.

"It's time for the college entrance examination."

"May my best brother Qi Ye have a bright future and be safe and worry-free."

The fool threw the wishing bottle in the game without spending a penny, wanting to whore the wish for nothing.

Qi Ye's fingertips rubbed across the screen, and the corners of his mouth tugged.

He still remembered that rainy day, when the wet Fu Wan broke into his arms from the rain, the first time he had desire for Fu Wan.

There is no sudden desire, it is nothing more than those long and short summers and winters, the feelings that are gradually born and hidden in the bottom of my heart.

It was just after school, and the kind-hearted Fu Wan was helping the owner of the fast food restaurant, when the smart watch on his wrist popped out An Xia's news.

[An Xia]: Second generation, what are you listening to?

[An Xia]: Your husband bought the negative profit game of the Laurel Group and said he wanted to keep all the data.

Fu Wan: "?"