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When the car arrived at the university town, Dongchen guessed in his heart that he should have invited Yan Chuan to dinner.After entering a rather dignified restaurant, Zhou Zeya placed him next to Yan Chuan. Yan Chuan was ashamed when he saw the two of them coming together, thinking that Zhou Zeya was playing for real this time.

After Zhou Zeya settled the person, he went to the next table to say hello.After the dishes were served, Zhou Zeya and Yan Chuan went to the stage to talk one after another. Dongchen sat in a chair, only to realize that several tables were occupied by employees of their company.Sitting here, he was out of place, and couldn't help feeling uneasy. Such a scene reminded him of the previous company's annual meeting, where that person was able to handle things freely on the stage, but he was as insignificant as an ant sitting off the stage.

From what they said, it is clear that the company wants to expand its business and has established a subsidiary company to help independent film lovers crowdfund and film movies. Zhou Zeya no longer stays at the head office and is responsible for the operation of the subsidiary company.This meal is a mobilization meeting for personnel transfer.

Dongchen eats uncomfortably, and no one knows anyone around him.After Zhou Zeya finished speaking, he came down and sat next to Dongchen, and the people at the same table toasted Zhou Zeya one after another.

"Mr. Zhou still brings his family to dinner?" A fat man said to Zhou Zeya with a smile. It seems that the superiors and subordinates of their company are very easy-going, so this man dared to make fun of his boss.Dongchen lowered her head in embarrassment.Zhou Zeya took Dongchen's shoulders and said, "Yes, I will work from home from tomorrow. My wife needs my care. If you have anything to do, ask Yan Chuan! Don't bother me!"

When the whole table heard Zhou Zeya's words, no matter what he said was true or not, they all started booing.Dongchen looked at Zhou Zeya in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"

As if to convince his colleagues and Xiang Dongchen that what he said was true, Zhou Zeya bowed his head in full view and stopped the other party's question with his lips.

The booing around immediately quieted down, everyone was shocked by Zhou Zeya's behavior.No one was listening to Yan Chuan's speech on the stage, so he said helplessly, "Let's have a good meal, everyone." Then he ran down.

"Zhou Zeya, you intend to demolish me, don't you?" Yan Chuan complained, pulling everyone in Petrochemical back to reality.Zhou Zeya also let go of Xiang Dongchen.

A girl said, "Damn it, Mr. Zhou, you are so cool! Mr. Yan, I request to be transferred to Mr. Zhou's command!"

"Mr. Zhou, it seems that the girl I want to introduce to you is my own responsibility."

"How long have you known each other? Be honest and be lenient!"

Colleagues at the next table gathered around to challenge Zhou Zeya. Dongchen nervously watched the reactions of the people around him. Perhaps art lovers are naturally more romantic and have a high acceptance of homosexuality.Most of the people were kindly teasing or sincerely wishing, but you can still see a few people sitting there with disdain and contempt.

Zhou Zeya calmly faced the crowd, and sat down to help Dongchen pick up vegetables after dismissing the good people.Dongchen ate the crab that Zhou Zeya had peeled, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." There is nothing else to say except thanking myself, Zhou Zeya has done enough for himself.

Zhou Zeya concentrated on picking the crab shells and said, "Needless to say thank you, I'm just rejecting all possibilities of you leaving me." After that, he threw a complete and white crab leg into his bowl.

When giving love, people are actually satisfied with themselves, and they hope to be in this state, so people hope to fall in love.Willingness is a very beautiful state.Zhou Zeya thanked Xiang Dongchen for letting him experience this feeling.

Zhou Zeya has stayed at home completely since the last meal. The initial stage of crowdfunding for independent films was mainly for maintenance on the website. As for the work of dealing with customers, he irresponsibly handed it over to Yan Chuan.

Looking at Zhou Zeya who stayed at home every day, Xiang Dongchen always wanted to do something for him. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that it would be Zhou Zeya's birthday in a few days. They had known each other for so long and they had never celebrated his birthday.

October is here in the blink of an eye, and Xiang Dongchen looks at the horrible scarf in his hand.Silently put away.I wanted to celebrate my birthday before, but I really had nothing to do. Thinking of the scarf Zhou Zeya bought for me before, the weather in October is getting colder, so knitting a scarf by myself should be enough, right?I bought sable wool online without telling the man, and sneaked every day while Zhou Zeya was in the study watching online teaching videos to weave scarves. The result was tragic.Xiang Dongchen put the scarf that was leaking out of shape in the corner of the closet, thinking that without this diamond, he wouldn't be able to do porcelain work.

"A scarf knitted one by one, for those who love with one heart and one mind.

Good results are fantasies, and miserable ones are reality.

[Tears] Goodbye to you [bye]」

Warm Little Sun: If my brother doesn't send it out, how will he know that the other party doesn't like it? If I do, I must be very touched!I'm so envious!

Zhou Zeya grabbed the sofa with a smile on his lips.Using the account of Little Sun, he has become a netizen who talks about everything with Xiang Dongchen, and even called his brother on Weibo in a vicious manner.This feeling of precision is sometimes quite refreshing.It turns out that Dongchen hides in the room every day just for his birthday present?Seeing the scarf lying miserably in the closet in the Weibo photo, Zhou Zeya squinted his eyes.

Weaving the scarf was considered a failure, but Zhou Zeya's birthday should be a little bit expressive.Xiang Dongchen rubbed her calf, now that she is walking more and more freely, it's better to cook a meal.So he ordered the cake online and it arrived the day before.The man was still working in the study and didn't notice it at all.Xiang Dongchen put the cake in the refrigerator, and the next morning, he dragged Zhou Zeya to a nearby supermarket and bought a lot of ingredients.

"Why are you cooking today?" Zhou Zeya asked knowingly.What Dongchen thought was that this person worked every day and forgot his own birthday. "I'm not disabled, can't I find something to do?" He said and put a cabbage into the shopping cart.

After returning home, Dongchen went into the kitchen, ready to do a big job. His hands were very rusty after not cooking for a long time, and he cut vegetables very slowly.But one afternoon is enough.

Zhou Zeya stood calmly at the door of the kitchen, looking at the busy Xiang Dongchen, feeling very satisfied.

Dongchen was busy with a table full of home-cooked dishes, "I haven't cooked for a long time, you can try it." He said and handed a spare rib to Zhou Zeya, who swallowed it with Dongchen's chopsticks, "Very good eat."

"Then I'll make it for you every day from now on." Dongchen said with a smile.

"You can do it when you want to, and you don't have to take it as a task when you don't want to cook."

"I want to do something for you. Otherwise, I will always feel like a useless person." Dongchen no longer hides his thoughts now, he said truthfully, and before the other party opened his mouth, he said, "Why don't you find me a job."

"Let's talk after the new year." Zhou Zeya didn't directly refuse, but postponed the time.

"It's only October now, when will we have to wait for the Chinese New Year." Dong Chen curled her lips dissatisfied.Zhou Zeya served him a bowl of soup, "Eat first."

The meal was almost finished, Dongchen took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and then took out the cake from the refrigerator.He is not very happy, because such a birthday is too common.

The man came in before bringing it into the living room, and Dongchen said embarrassedly, "Happy birthday." Zeya knew that Dongchen had prepared for himself, but he still felt very touched at the moment.

"When did you buy it? I don't even know." Zeya took over the bakery and placed it on the countertop, brushing Dongchen's hair behind her ears.

"You are busy in the study every day, and I don't have any preparations. You can just eat."

"I can't finish eating such a big cake." Zeya said, dipping a little cream with her fingers and putting it into her mouth. "It's okay, if you can't finish eating, we can eat tomorrow..." Zhou Zeya's kiss stopped him before he finished speaking.Dongchen froze for a moment, stretched out her hands to hug his neck, and accepted this sweet kiss.

Zeya took off Dongchen's coat with one hand, and unbuttoned his shirt. When his bare skin touched the cold air, Dongchen shivered, and the two cherry red spots on his chest stood up.

"Don't make trouble, let's eat the cake first." It's still a bit embarrassing to do it in the kitchen.He grumbled.Zhou Zeya has a special obsession with Xiang Dongchen's body, because the other's reaction always drives Zhou Zeya crazy.

He dipped a dollop of cream, spread it all over Dongchen's chest, leaned down and rubbed it carefully, tsk-tsk.

"The cake is delicious." Zhou Zeya said deliberately to embarrass Dongchen.Resigned to his fate to Dongchen, he gasped and said, "I have to go back to my room to do it."

Zhou Zeya picked him up and walked into the room.On the bed, he tried his best to tease him, but he didn't come in for a long time.Dongchen looked at the other party in a daze, and was ashamed to ask him to satisfy herself.Seeing Dongchen's reaction, Zhou Zeya bit his collarbone gently and said, "What else are you hiding from me?"

How could Dongchen have the ability to think at this moment, he bit his lip and shook his head.Seeing Dongchen's eyes full of desire, Zhou Zeya endured it very hard. He stopped making rounds, let go of Dongchen, opened the closet and took out the abandoned scarf.

"Obviously prepared a gift, but also give me yourself."

Dongchen looked at the scarf, didn't pay attention to the teasing in Zhou Zeya's words, and wondered how he knew.Zeya went to bed with the scarf and said, "You said you will not hide anything from me in the future, and you will be punished this time." The scarf was so long and narrow that it was really deformed, but Zhou Zeya tied it up with the best of everything. The hands of the winter morning.

"You're just looking for a reason!" Dongchen protested, but the protest quickly turned into a riot.Zhou Zeya was quite satisfied with this birthday.

After their birthday, Zhou Zeya and Xiang Dongchen were busy with moving, and the villa was almost ready for people to live in.Take it with you to pack things during the day.Zhou Zeya handed Dongchen a piece of paper that day.

"What is this?" Dongchen took it and prepared to take a closer look.

"A letter of consent from the owner's committee. I don't usually have time to participate in these, so I reported your name. Don't read it, just sign it. I'll take a photo and pass it on later." Zhou Zeya explained.

After hearing Zeya's words, Dongchen signed her name without saying a word.Zhou Zeya picked up the paper and looked at it, then smiled with satisfaction.

It's November in the blink of an eye, and after a month of busy work, I finally moved into a new home.Although Dongchen didn't exert much effort, he still felt tired.Looking at the tidy and clean new home, I feel very happy.The cubs are having fun in the backyard, and sure enough even dogs like big houses.Dongchen closed her eyes, thinking she should write something on such an important day.

I went to Weibo and received more than a dozen private messages.After taking a look, he clicked on the private message from Warm Little Sun.The other person said "brother, happy birthday [cake] [cake] [cake]"

Dongchen patted his head, today is his birthday.But how did Little Sun know?A question was sent, but the other party did not answer.Dongchen thought, maybe she saw her birthday on her profile.

When Dongchen was thinking about what to say, Zhou Zeya came back with big bags and small bags.Dongchen saw the person put down his phone.

"It's almost finished. Don't keep adding things. You can buy anything later." Dongchen said, took the bag from Zeya's hand, and continued, "What else did you lose?"

Zhou Zeya smiled like a spring breeze, and supported Dongchen to motion him to sit down.He put the bags one by one on the coffee table.Said, "This is a telescope." As he spoke, he pushed it in front of Dongchen.

"It's a birthday present for you on your 22nd birthday. You like fireflies. Fireflies shine, and so do stars. You said that fireflies can only live for two weeks, but stars don't die. Some lights are eternal."

Zhou Zeya looked at the speechless winter morning, and pushed the second bag, "This is sneakers. It's a birthday present for you on your 23rd birthday. I hope you will walk more and more steadily wearing these shoes."

Zhou Zeya opened the third bag, took out a ring, and put it on Dongchen's finger, "This ring is a present for your 24th birthday. Everyone around me knows that I have you, so you have to wear it What's the identity?"

Dongchen clenched his fist and loosened it again. There was no extra decoration on the platinum ring, which was simple and elegant, shining with happiness with the movement of his hand.He saw that Zhou Zeya had already set the same ring on his ring finger.

Seeing Dongchen's moved appearance, Zhou Zeya felt extremely satisfied.He picked up the last bag, "This is this year's birthday gift. My poet." The previous gift had already surprised Dongchen enough, and hearing Zhou Zeya's words, his face was full of disbelief.

He took out a book from his bag, the cover of which was "Looking for the Warmest Light in the Coldest Night", a silhouette of himself standing on the balcony and meditating against the setting sun, opened the book of poems and printed it in full color.This is a photobook of poetry.The photos were all taken by Zhou Zeya. There are not many photos of me. I didn't know when these photos were taken. Most of the photos are empty scenes of some streets.But these were streets the two of them had been on.And the text inside is all the jokes I wrote on Weibo.

Zhou Zeya looked at Dongchen with reddened eyes, and hurriedly hugged him into his arms, "Laugh if you're happy, and don't cry on your birthday."

Dongchen was amused, sniffled and said, "No one will buy this book. What a waste!"

"As long as you're happy."

Dongchen suddenly thought of something, left his embrace, looked straight at Zhou Zeya and asked, "How do you know what I wrote?"

Zhou Zeya frowned and said, "Oh, you really don't care about me! I've been chatting with you for so long." Dongchen thought for a while, and he only told Little Sunshine that he would make copies when he had written enough jokes. The shop prints a copy itself.And Little Sun asked himself what name he would choose if he could really publish a book.

Thinking of being called by Little Sun, that is, Zhou Zeya's elder brother for so long, I was moved and felt chills in my heart.The consent form I asked myself to sign before should be a copyright contract, right?I don't know how much he has been busy behind his back...Compared to this, the birthday I prepared for Zhou Zeya a month ago is really nothing, I am so ashamed.

After joking, Zhou Zeya said sternly, "I have made up all the presents for the past three years. Don't let me miss every birthday in the future."

After establishing a relationship with Zhou Zeya, Xiang Dongchen had to admit that Zhou Zeya was the sweetest and gentlest lover.His sweetness is enough to drown one's soul, and his gentleness is enough to destroy one's personality.

When the Spring Festival came, Dongchen looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window and said to Zhou Zeya, "You should pick them up. It's snowing outside, and the road is not easy to walk."

"Then you come with me."

"There are still a few dishes left, you go by yourself." Dongchen was busy with the New Year's Eve dinner early in the morning, so tired that his feet didn't touch the ground.I spent New Years with my father when I was a child. When my father passed away, I went to Hong Kong with Zhou Zeya. The three years in between are today.He asked Song Hui's family to come and have dinner together.The New Year's Eve dinner should be lively.

Zhou Zeya wanted to book a table directly in the restaurant, but Xiang Dongchen insisted on eating at home, so he had to give up.This man just can't sit still.Holding the key and preparing to go out to Luoluo Lane to pick up people, Song Hui and the others have already arrived.

"I'm exhausted from this journey, don't call me next year." Fang Xiaoqin complained before he came close.Song Hui glared at her, and put the cigarettes and alcohol and other New Year's goods in his hand beside the shoe cabinet.The little boy came to greet the guests familiarly.

Dongchen heard the voice, "You guys are here so soon! I even asked Zeya to pick you up!"

"If you're so kind and let us come, don't you know how far away your home is? Isn't this just showing off? Even the house number is so arrogant!" Fang Xiaoqin was referring to the unique house number of "Zhou Xiangfu".

"Don't bother with her, she's in a big temper right now." Song Hui laughed.Dongchen didn't care, looking at Fang Xiaoqin's posture of holding his waist, he was a little puzzled, "Are you going to be a father?"

Song Hui smiled embarrassedly, Fang Xiaoqin punched Song Hui shyly.It seems to be right.They asked Dongchen to name the child.The four of them had a heated discussion around the issue of naming.It wasn't until I remembered that the soup on the stove was boiling that I hurried back to the kitchen to make food.

The last dish was served on the table, and a familiar voice came from the TV, "Guests, dear friends, happy Chinese New Year! As the annual Chinese New Year is approaching, we wish you a happy new year... "

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and there were laughter and laughter in the house.The end of winter is coming to an end, and the new year is here again.Everyone's life is going on, and they are all running for a happier future.

The author has something to say: there will be another chapter tomorrow