The black-bellied school bully is chasing after me

Xu Wang's name popped up on the phone.

After staring at the name for a long time, Xi Jian still hung up.

Zhang Ying had already taken out the cleaning tools to deal with the mess left by Xi Aiguo. He stood aside, staring at his mother indifferently.

"Let's get a divorce."

Zhang Ying hesitated for a long time, shaking her head silently after her busy cleaning hands paused.

"Why don't you get a divorce?"

"You are still young, it will be fine when you grow up."

"I'm an adult!" Xi Jian couldn't help shouting, "How long are you going to wait?"

Zhang Ying opened and closed her lips several times, but Zhang Ying stopped talking.

Taking a long breath, Xi Jian walked out.

The night of the New Year's Eve is always lively. There are few pedestrians on the road and thousands of lights are on, but there is no lively place that belongs to Xijian.

He just feels cold.

Exhaling a breath of cool air, Xi Jian walked to the small shop and bought a pack of cigarettes.

He drew out the cigarette skillfully, put it on the fire and lit it.

Leaning under the street lamp, put his hands in his pockets, bit the cigarette between his teeth, and took a slow puff.

The scent of nicotine filled his mouth, allowing his soul to relax for a moment.

After quietly smoking a few cigarettes, he slowly stood up straight.

A few cigarette butts were scattered at his feet. He wanted to leave directly, but he didn't know what to think of, so he bent down to pick up the cigarette butts, found a trash can and threw them away.

The cold wind of the winter night stiffened his face, Xi Jian stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, only to regain consciousness for a moment.

At this time, the restaurants that can eat are basically closed.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and Xi Jian walked aimlessly on the street with a smell of cigarettes all over his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he took out his phone.

There are more than a dozen missed calls on the phone, all from the same person.

After Xi Jian just hung up the phone, he silently muted the phone.

These missed calls were also within his expectation.

Soon, the phone lights up again.

Now, Xi Jian answered the phone.

"See you at the table."

Xu Wang's voice was aggrieved, with obvious anxiety.

"what happened?"

Calming yourself, he asked.

"There's no one in my house."

"Oh."

"I'm going to celebrate the New Year alone again this year."

"Ah."

"You, don't you have anything to say?" Xu Wang asked.

Xi Jian thought for a while and said, "Happy New Year."

Slowly loosening the hand holding the corner of his clothes, Xu Wang lowered his head sadly, his eyes sore.

Sniffing, he said, "Happy New Year."

After that, neither of them spoke.

Looking at the large table of dishes in front of him, Xu Wang suddenly lost his appetite.

Excellent lobster and crab with a large fish in the center and dumplings at the table, wrapped but not yet cooked.

Xu Wang asked the housekeeper to prepare these, but they are not in use now.

Because the person he most wanted to spend the New Year with didn't come.

Putting down the phone, Xu Wang said to himself: "If you don't come, you won't come. Anyway, I used to come here like this. It's okay to be alone."

Picking up the chopsticks, I was just about to pick up the prawns.

His hands froze in place, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

"Xu Wang, don't cry. Aren't you just alone? You should have gotten used to it long ago."

"Don't cry!"

"Eat, celebrate the New Year today, be happy."

After forcing himself to eat a few mouthfuls of shrimp, Xu Wang lost his appetite.

After turning off the kitchen lights, Xu Wang went upstairs.

The villa was still as silent as ever, Xu Wang went to bed and lay down after taking off his clothes.

Fireworks were set off outside at an untimely time. It should have been set off by other villa owners in the same community. Xu Wang could see the outside while lying on the bed.

Gradually tightening his grip on the bed sheet, Xu Wang covered his mouth with the quilt, tears streaming down his face.

This is the sixth year that his parents have left, and it is also the sixth year that he has lived alone.

It has been six years since he received New Year greetings from his parents, and he has learned not to look forward to it.

The phone rang, and a message came in.

It's Xi Jianfa's photo.

I saw a few small fireworks on an open space in the square.

And Xi Jian left a message: [Do you want to set off fireworks? 】

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, Xu Wang grinned stupidly, and sent a message to Xi Jian: [Look, where are you?I will look for you! 】

[This side of Times Square. 】

He quickly put on his coat, washed his face seriously before leaving, and then ran to the appointment.

Times Square is very far from here, you have to go there by car.

But after the Chinese New Year, Xu Wang gave his servants a holiday, and he rarely even saw taxis on the road.

Gritting his teeth, he rode on a shared bicycle and rushed towards Times Square.

Because there are few vehicles, Xu Wang's road is basically unimpeded.

Arrive at the destination, park the car in the hood, and run inside.

A person was sitting on a bench in the open space of the square.

The man sat here alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xu Wang ran over and shouted, "See you, Xi!"

Xi Jian turned his head and waved at him.

"coming?"

"Come on."

Xu Wang's eyes were shining, and he looked at him with a smile.

"Take you to set off fireworks."

Patting Xu Wang on the head, Xi Jian said.

"Okay, I like watching fireworks the most."

"Back off."

Xi Jian lit the fireworks with a lighter, and a few seconds later, colorful fireworks bloomed in the air.

"It's beautiful."

The fireworks are very short, there are only a dozen or so, and they are all set off in less than 2 minutes. They are not even as good as the fireworks he just saw in the community.

But Xu Wang felt that this firework was the most beautiful firework he had ever seen.

After the fireworks were set off, Xu Wang asked, "Where are we going next?"

Xi Jian didn't speak, but stared at him fixedly.

Fear and apprehension swept through his body, Xu Wang pursed his lips tightly, not daring to ask any more questions.

He called Xi Jian just now, he didn't want to play with himself.

After watching the fireworks now, is he going to leave?

While thinking, I saw Xi Jian's big hand caressing his eyes, and his cold fingers pressed against his swollen eyelids.

Immediately afterwards, he listened to the audience and asked, "Crying?"

"No, no."

The brush-like eye hairs brushed over Xi Jian's fingertips, making it numb and itchy.

"Because I didn't come?"

Ignoring his duplicity, Xi Jian continued to ask.

Puffing out one cheek, Xu Wang didn't say anything.

Squeezing the other side of his cheek that was not puffed up, Xi Jian said, "Little crying bag."

With a soft snort, Xu Wang didn't speak.

Xi Jian stopped teasing him and asked, "Do you want to go home?"

His eyes widened suddenly, and Xu Wang's voice was obviously crying: "You called me out and now you want to drive me away?"

"No no."

Xi Jian was obviously flustered, he quickly said: "I am, I think..."

"You asked me to come out, watched a firework, and then let me go back! Then why should I come out? Don't look for me anymore!"

Shaking off his hand, Xu Wang walked forward angrily.

"No."

Xi Jian grabbed him and said, "I want to make you happy."

"Then why did you hang up on me just now!" Xu Wangdao, "Now you are looking for me again, is it fun to play tricks on me!?"

"I do not have."

Hugging Xu Wang, Xi Jian whispered: "I didn't mean to tease you, I was too messed up just now, I..."

He didn't finish the next words.

Held in his arms, Xu Wang's nose was filled with the scent of nicotine.

He had never smelled this kind of smell from Xi Jian before, so... Does Xi Jian also smoke?

Xu Wang thought silently.

"Do you want to come to my house for dinner? I'll make dumplings for you."

"it is good."

The two went home together.

This is Xu Wang's first visit to Xi Jian's home.

Xi Jian's home is not prosperous, and even a little old. His home is located in a poorly developed old city, the roads are full of potholes, and even the street lights are pitiful.

"what……"

After almost tripping for the third time, Xi Jian took his hand and led him forward.

A faint smell of nicotine penetrated into the tip of his nose, and Xi Jian's voice was a little vague: "Go slowly, there are no street lights here, be careful of falling."

"Oh."

With a muffled reply, Xu Wang quietly took Xi Jian's hand back.

The soft palm was held by Xi Jian, and Xu Wang's hands were warm.

The depression in his heart was swept away, and pink bubbles appeared around him.

They finally arrived home after walking for a while, Xu Wang followed Xi Jian into the door.

The house has been tidied up, Zhang Ying sits on the stool and watches the Spring Festival Gala numbly.

Xi Jian entered the door and said, "Mom, we're back."

Seeing them, Zhang Ying finally showed a smile on her face, and she got up immediately: "I'll make dumplings for you."

"No, we'll just go."

Without giving him a chance to refuse, Xi Jian rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.

Xu Wang quickly followed in.

Pour water and knead the noodles. Xi Jian kneads the noodles very skillfully. There is still unused dumpling stuffing in the basin, which can be taken out and continued to be used now.

Xu Wang stood aside stiffly, quietly watching him work.

It took me a long time to say, "What do I need to do?"

"Need not."

Pinching the hem of his clothes, Xu Wang finally had the courage to ask: "Well, see you, where's uncle? Why didn't I see him?"

The hand kneading the dough paused, and Xi Jian said coldly, "Not at home."

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Xu Wang tactfully did not ask again.

The two were busy for almost an hour, and finally got the dumplings before 12 o'clock.

The dining table was unbelievably quiet, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

After the meal, Xi Jian finished washing the dishes.

They are ready to rest.

On New Year's Eve, the day of family reunion, there was no hustle and bustle, only numbness and silence. The atmosphere was very strange, but Xu Wang dared not speak.

After returning to the bedroom, Xi Jian found out a pajamas for him.

"Put on my pajamas, there are no new ones for you."

"it does not matter."

Facts have proved that Xi Jian's pajamas are still a little too big.

It is just right to wear the sleeves and trousers rolled up.

After taking a shower, Xu Wang got into his bed.

Xi Jian brought a hair dryer to blow his hair, and Xu Wang buried his head in his arms, like a quiet kitten.

The slender fingers shuttled through the soft hair until it was dry.

The two were lying on the bed, and neither of them spoke first.

Xu Wang's brain was extremely excited. He was wearing Xi Jian's pajamas, covered with Xi Jian's quilt, and rested on Xi Jian's pillow, and his body smelled like Xi Jian.

Shaking his feet under the blanket, Xu Wang laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Happy, this is the first time someone will accompany me to celebrate the New Year." Xu Wangcheng said, "I used to celebrate the New Year by myself, but this year I have you."

"There will be others in the future." Xi Jian said lightly.

Xu Wang's mood fell to the bottom, and all the excitement just now disappeared. He asked, "Aren't you with me?"

"No one will stay with you forever."

"I……"

"Xu Wang, don't do this again next time." Xi Jian said in a calm voice without fluctuations in his tone, "Next time, I may not be soft-hearted."