Ruyan

The night slowly fell, swallowing the last ray of light between heaven and earth into the darkness.The lights were turned on in every household, and those who hung a lantern in the house lit a candle inside, emitting a red light, and all the family members sat around the table, drinking and enjoying themselves.

During the daytime, Mu Yan pasted up the couplets, which also included the word "Fu". In the gusts of cold wind, the courtyard of the Lin family didn't look so desolate.

Mu Yan cooked a good New Year's Eve dinner. Uncle Lin was old and had to eat less red meat, so he stewed fish soup, cooked shrimp, served it with some vegetarian brocade, and poured two cups of hot water for the two of them. Good wine, the feeling of Chinese New Year is a little bit.

After a few glasses of wine, Mu Yan felt that his whole body began to warm up.The two of them said some heartfelt words in a rare way.

After tidying up the unfinished food and putting some fruit snacks on the table, Mu Yan brought out a pot of hot tea from the kitchen, and the two slowly chatted with each other holding the teacups.

From time to time, the sound of firecrackers came from outside the house, and the noise of children drifted across the streets and alleys, which was very lively.New Year's Eve is to keep the year old. Uncle Lin is getting old after all. He is forced to sit on a chair and has already started to doze off. Mu Yan had no choice but to wake him up and let him go to rest.

Uncle Lin smacked his lips and said, alas, the old man is useless after all, he should have stayed with you to watch the year.

Mu Yan helped him into the house, and said, "It's all right, I'll just lock the door and rest."

Helping him tuck up the quilt, he closed the door and window before retreating.

Standing in the courtyard, I suddenly saw fireworks rising outside. It must be someone's child begging their parents to set it off.

Mu Yan shook his head inaudibly, went to the kitchen again, took out the unfinished wine just now, then went back to the room, took out the paper money he had prepared before, picked up a firewood from the kitchen, knelt down on his knees, Throw the paper money in your hand into the fire one by one.

After burning the paper, he picked up the wine glass and poured the wine on the ground. Mu Yan kowtowed three times to the flickering corner of the eye.

"Father and mother, the child is not filial, and he failed to go to the Tingshui River to pay respects to his parents," he stood up, drank the wine in the flagon in one gulp, the hot taste almost choked him to tears, he continued, "Yaner will Take care of yourselves. Go home with peace of mind."

The wind blew in gusts, and the burnt ashes on the ground were blown up one after another.The hustle and bustle outside was somewhat incompatible with the desertedness in the courtyard.

Mu Yan stood in the courtyard, feeling the burning sensation brought by the jug of leftover wine.For a while, the mind actually began to be in a trance.It seemed that even the moonlight suddenly became ethereal.The ancients praised wine a lot, and after a few glasses of wine, Mu Yan realized the subtlety of it.

It can make the heart warm, make the stone bloom, make people feel happy, and make people laugh away.

Mu Yan unconsciously lifted the flagon with both hands, but he heard someone knock on the door.He was already a little dizzy at this time, his steps were not steady, and he swayed slightly to open the door.

It was Wei Lianshuo carrying a string of firecrackers.

"Heavy, heavy?"

Mu Yan tried his best to clear his eyes. He looked at the person in front of him with a smile and said, you are here.

Wei Lianshuo rarely heard Mu Yan call him by that name.At this time, he was smiling like this again... rippling, Wei Lianshuo leaned over, and sure enough, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Mu Yan, you, are you drinking?

The person in front of him didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile.

It sure is.

Wei Lianshuo glanced at the thing in his hand. It was the firecracker he had worked so hard to steal. It was already Haishi. He lied to his family that he was not feeling well and wanted to rest, so he slipped out the back door to meet him , I want to spend the last night of the year with him.

This man was drunk, and kept smiling at him.

He looked helplessly at Mu Yan who was already unsteady, so he had no choice but to put down the things in his hands before helping him into the house.

As soon as he put the firecrackers in the corner, he turned around and saw Mu Yan crouching unsteadily, so he asked him what are you doing?

Mu Yan suddenly became serious, raised his finger and hissed at him, "Quietly, someone is talking."

Wei Lianshuo couldn't hold back his laughter when he was provoked by this drunken maniac. He tried hard to say, who is talking.

Mu Yan put his hands on his ears, as if listening carefully for a while, he whispered, "It's Mu Zixi."

Wei Lianshuo pretended to be surprised, ah, it turned out to be Mu Yan.What did he say.

Mu Yan didn't listen carefully this time, he shook his head, "He said he can't tell you."

This move was unreasonable, and Wei Lianshuo couldn't answer for a while.Mu Yan continued to stare at the ground, and after a while, he said, Mu Zixi said he was in trouble.

Wei Lianshuo listened quietly and didn't answer any more.

"Mu Zixi said, he said, he shouldn't have eaten that piece of malt candy that day."

"He also said that the candy seems to have stayed in his heart, making him sweet for so many days. But..."

"But what?" Wei Lianshuo raised his chin, making him look at him.

Mu Yan's face was flushed, and when he exhaled, hot air suddenly came out of his mouth, bringing a fresh scent of wine. Wei Lianshuo felt that a certain string in his heart was about to be broken again, and he asked again in a hoarse voice, But what.

"But sugar will always melt, just like this winter snow. When it melts, there will be nothing left."

"So Mu Yan is afraid?" Wei Lianshuo asked him.Mu Yan didn't answer.

"So in Mu Yan's heart, Wei Zhongxi is a candy that he dare not eat?"

"Mu Yan," Wei Lianshuo straightened his face again, stared into his eyes and said word by word, "There are two people for a lifetime, and I will only recognize you as one."

Tears welled up in Mu Yan's eyes, and under the light of the moon, there was a faint halo of light.

Wei Lianshuo's heart was moved, and he leaned forward again.

Kiss, falls on the eyelids.

He helped him up, Mu Yan's body was limp and unsteady, leaning against his arms, Mu Yan's muffled voice came from his arms, and he went into the house.

Wei Lianshuo's men were tight, and it was not suitable for him. Mu Yan was drunk, and it was not martial arts.Mu Yan grabbed his sleeves tightly and pulled him towards the house.Wei Lianshuo asked in a low voice, Mu Yan, have you thought about it?

Mu Yan stopped answering, raised his head, and kissed his lips straight.

Wei Lianshuo's head buzzed, and his hands couldn't help clasping his head, sucking hard.

After a while, he let go of Mu Yan, took a quick breath, picked him up by the waist, and walked towards the house.

The door clicked shut.

The long night is long, the moonlight is not dyed, and the snow has started to fall again.

On the first day of the new year, Mu Yan woke up later than usual.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Wei Lianshuo looking at him with a smile, "Are you awake?"

As soon as the words fell, before he could blush, Wei Lianshuo kissed him, the kiss deepened, Wei Lianshuo's hands naturally supported his body, feeling a strange object and his lowering head, Mu Yan grasped the restless hand with the last of his reason, he said, it's time to get up.

How could Wei Lianshuo give up so easily, he swiped his hand, and Mu Yan rolled into his arms, and the two of them pressed tightly together, Mu Yan blushed.

Looking at his reaction, Wei Lianshuo felt that he was so cute, and couldn't help but want to kiss him. Mu Yan turned his head to prevent him from doing so.He naturally knew that he should go, otherwise, when Uncle Lin woke up, he would not be able to explain how he got out of Mu Yan's room. Although he didn't care about explaining or not, Mu Yan definitely didn't want to.

He had to get up, put on his clothes, and put on his shoes.Seeing that head still buried in the quilt, he leaned over and kissed for a while, and then reluctantly left.

When Mu Yan got up, he felt a little uncomfortable all over, and there was a blushing smell in the whole room.Even though Wei Lianshuo had been careful not to hurt him last night, he still felt a little strenuous when walking.When he was getting dressed, he saw some bright marks on his neck, and thought of the various situations of last night, but his heart was sweet.

Pushing open the door, I saw that the west city was once again covered with white.

The snowflakes condensed into beautiful shapes on the courtyard wall, and the whole house, and the entire west city, were all white.

Walking down the steps, your feet land on the pure white snow, printing the shape of a sole.

Mu Yan looked at the footprint and smiled at the white sky.

If love can be hidden and ignored, there will not be so many lonely and even lonely poems, and there will be no famous masterpieces that have been passed down from generation to generation.

It is a bud that sprouts accidentally in the heart, and it is difficult to eradicate it once it has taken root. Unless you uproot it yourself, it will inevitably regenerate.

Ordinary people, when they encounter love, there is no escape. Even if they escape by chance, they will leave scars on their hearts that are difficult to heal.

But the world, you should close your eyes and let yourself jump into the fire pit.Do you know that he doesn't know the consequences? Not necessarily, who wants to see himself smashed to pieces.

They are just addicted.

rather than oneself.

The author has something to say:

just...so...sleeping.....

Mu Yan: I'm only 15 years old

Wei: You are talking nonsense, I am 17 years old

Mu Yan: .....I'm only one year old, not a false age

Wei: You made a foul... How could there be a one-year-old in ancient times...

Mu Yan: oh

The figure goes away.

Wei Lianshuo, died.

Haha, I coded a small theater by hand, write and play~~~

It is said that a bug is found, and it will be changed once after it is finished~~