Can't fly

Fang Fei decided to take Yang Yuanyi to his home for the New Year on the spur of the moment, and Fang Fei also thought about the reason.

"We've been filming a while ago. We were very busy, so he forgot to buy a plane ticket back to Pingjing... Now we can't buy it anymore, it's the Spring Festival travel, right... there is no other way, otherwise we have to drive back."

Hearing that the director did not catch up with the Spring Festival travel season, Li Xiaoqin did not doubt the truth, and was extremely enthusiastic: "How can I let the director celebrate the New Year by himself! How about this, Ah Fei, if he doesn't mind, you can invite Director Yang to our house for a New Year's Eve dinner... Oh? You start work on the fourth day of the junior high school, so you should let others come together, don’t you think so?”

Fang Fei said "OK", hung up the phone and turned around, meeting Yang Yuanyi with a pair of smiling eyes.

"You said I didn't get a ticket?"

"It's better than saying you're rebellious."

Yang Yuanyi readily accepted this evaluation: "Then trouble Teacher Xiaofang to take me in, thank you."

It is a four-story building located at the junction of the old and new urban areas. The fruit shop is on the first floor, and Fang Fei's parents, grandma and grandpa live on the second floor.The house is spacious and the lighting is good in winter. Although it looks a bit old after living in it for almost 30 years, the furniture is neat and the environment is bright. There are couplets at the door, and small lanterns are hung on the window grilles.

Yang Yuanyi's home in Pingjing will also have Spring Festival decorations, which are far more refined than those of Fang's home.But when he looked horizontally and vertically, he only felt that these printed bronzing Spring Festival couplets were extremely cordial.

The TV in the living room broadcasts the preview of the Spring Festival Gala, Fang Shiping is in charge of the New Year’s Eve dinner, and Li Xiaoqin is eating melon seeds with his grandmother.

Seeing Yang Yuanyi coming, she got up quickly and took out the slippers she had prepared earlier: "Director Yang is here! Our house is too small, so don't dislike it. Oh! I also brought wine, Director Yang, you are too polite..."

"Sure, excuse me."

Li Xiaoqin brought out cakes and fruits, and busily made tea for him, and asked if he wanted to smoke.

Yang Yuanyi couldn't help it, and kept saying "don't bother".After confirming that he was really not being polite, Li Xiaoqin returned to his grandmother's side, but he also specially told Fang Fei to treat Yang Yuanyi well as his host.

Li Xiaoqin and Fang Fei both spoke in their native dialect, and Yang Yuanyi could get a general idea. He stood next to Fang Fei and looked down at his phone.

In WeChat, Chen Yusheng tipped off the message: "Thank you for not replying, Yang Wanyi quarreled with your mother again tonight."

Yang Yuanyi:?

It must be inconvenient for Chen Yusheng to speak. He typed slowly, and it took him a while to finish his deliberation: "Urging us to have a baby. Yang Wanyi said that she went to a foreign sperm bank to buy it, and it has nothing to do with me if she has a baby. Your mother's face turned dark on the spot."

"Then what do you say?"

"Who cares about her, whether she likes to buy or not, I'll leave first." Chen Yusheng began typing again, "The kid is waiting for me to coax. People in their 20s, why are they so easy to get awkward."

Yang Yuanyi knew that he was referring to the one who rejected him before, and it was rare to see Chen Yusheng so persistent, thinking that he was trying to be fresh, but he didn't expect to be able to let the Chen family and the Xing family go to accompany him during the New Year.

So I asked, "Is it necessary to go?"

"The kid has no one at home, so it's better to go there. Is it because I like it? Although I always quarrel with me, I really ignore him and worry about gain and loss. Duplicity." Chen Yusheng vomited bitterness in a patchwork manner, probably bored , "Speaking of which, aren't people at this age all rebellious in the late stages? Is Fang Fei messing with you?"

"He's very good."

"You're lucky, Old Yang."

"You are older than me."

Chen Yusheng was even more depressed when he said this: "Don't, don't, I can't hear this word now. When I'm with children, I always feel that I can't accept my old age, and I feel very frustrated."

Yang Yuanyi: "Take medicine."

Chen Yusheng replied in seconds this time: "Get lost!"

The slight discomfort with the environment was broken because of Chen Yusheng's episode, Fang Fei soon noticed that Yang Yuanyi's mood had changed, so he cut an apple, half for each of them.

After the apples were finished, Fang Shiping brought out the last big dish, calling for everyone to come to the table for dinner.

Compared with the house full of clan relatives and cousins, Fang Fei's New Year's Eve can only be called a small family dinner, parents, grandma and grandpa, plus Fang Fei and him.The round table is full, and there is a piece of sweet and sour fish in the middle. The fried golden and crispy big carp is wrapped in rich sweet and sour sauce, decorated with green onion and rugosa, and it is full of color, fragrance and taste.

Stewed chicken soup with yam, cold duck feet, crispy pork ribs, boiled beef, baby vegetables in bean soup, and sea cucumber with scallions specially made for the elderly.The dishes are not expensive, but all of them whet the appetite.

The wine he brought was not wasted. Yang Yuanyi praised Fang's father for cooking delicious food, and said that Fang Fei must have learned from you. Fang Shiping felt comfortable with his praise, and offered to clink glasses with Yang Yuanyi.He naturally accompanied him, drank two or three drinks, even Fang Fei's grandmother didn't treat him as an outsider, and chatted about several important events of this year.

Strangely enough, Yang Yuanyi found it bothersome to chat with his parents, but when Li Xiaoqin earnestly advised him to "do not work too hard, combine work and rest", he was not particularly disgusted.

If there are some things that can only be said by people who have nothing to do with it, it is the same at any stage of life.

After the New Year's Eve dinner and the Spring Festival Gala, Li Xiaoqin directed Fang Fei to clean up the dishes.There was half a fish left on purpose at home, Yang Yuanyi followed and asked, "Your family pays attention to 'surplus every year'?"

"Poverty is particular." Fang Fei smiled and cleaned the dishes, "Treasure food."

Yang Yuanyi wanted to help him wash, but was stopped by Fang Fei, so he could only lean against the door with half folded arms: "Your parents are very good people, you can feel it."

Fang Fei stopped washing the dishes: "Yes."

"Just now..." He didn't know how to address Li Xiaoqin, and after some consideration, "The proprietress said she bought you a house in Puzhou for your wedding, why didn't you mention it to me?"

"I won't get married."

The half-closed door separated the lively laughter of the Spring Festival Gala, Yang Yuanyi remained silent for a long time, as if listening to the sound of water.

He watched Fang Fei wash all the dishes before he said, "A Fei, are you so sure?"

Fang Fei didn't look at him: "You're right, marriage depends on 'can'. I don't have feelings for girls, I don't want to lie, and I don't want to live my whole life on a whim."

"..."

Fang Fei changed his tone with an upbeat tone: "For the New Year's Eve, why are you talking about those heavy ones? Mr. Yang doesn't watch the Spring Festival Gala, so why don't you go downstairs to set off the fireworks? There is no burning ban in Yeyang!"

It is true that the sound of firecrackers downstairs has been heard from time to time since eating, but Yang Yuanyi shook his head: "How old do you think I am?"

Fang Fei: "35 years old can also shoot guns."

Maybe you can see the disappointment flashing across his face, so you are deliberately distracting him and making him happy?

He was coaxed by Fang Fei.

Yang Yuanyi was secretly amused, and somewhat understood why Chen Yusheng felt unable to communicate with children.

Although he is far from the point where the gap with Fang Fei is so deep that he has nothing to say, when the young Fang Fei wants to "set off fireworks" and "throw firecrackers" to vent his feelings, he just wants to be with Fang Fei quietly. Just for a while.

The loneliness is fleeting, leaving Yang Yuanyi at a loss for a moment.

"Should we go?" Fang Fei asked, drying his hands and shaking him.

Acting like a baby is very cute, but Yang Yuanyi is really not interested at all.

He changed the euphemism: "I just want to chat with you, can we find a place to sit?"

During the Chinese New Year, it is impossible to go back to the hotel directly, so I went to Fang Fei's bedroom.

The room is the farthest from the living room. Once the door is closed, all the noise becomes vague and unreal. It is not noisy, but only adds a touch of vividness to the silence.

The overhead light is broken and has not been repaired, the desk lamp is dim, the range of illumination is limited, and the halo is like an ambiguous sunset.

Fang Fei sat down and ate half of the orange.

The bedroom is a more private space. He said he was going home, and the sheets and bedding were all new.Old houses in the south do not have heating, so electric blankets and air conditioners are turned on to heat up bit by bit.

Chatting, in fact, can't talk about anything, Yang Yuanyi glanced at his phone every two or three minutes, and replied to those New Year's greeting messages.

He was not too busy, but Fang Fei didn't seem to look at his phone at all.

Yang Yuanyi raised his head after replying to a message from a college classmate. Seeing that Fang Fei was still peeling oranges, he asked him, "I don't have any news from friends today, do I need to reply?"

He pointed it out, and Fang Fei relaxed: "Oh, I don't care if the relationship is particularly good. Besides, everyone has a private space and won't talk about everything. Others either know each other from work, or they didn't have a good relationship when they were in college. Yes, but I won’t be in touch after graduation. So...no one needs to protect the relationship specially, let’s group post tomorrow.”

The word he uses is "maintenance", as if friendship is just a tool for him, not worthy of special concern.

Fang Fei himself noticed it, and added: "I think this is very good."

"Won't it be a little lonely?"

"Occasionally." Fang Fei broke open the Tangerine and handed it to Yang Yuanyi, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, Mr. Yang, these are the sequelae of high school."

"Ok?"

"When I was in high school, I was studying in Puzhou, a boarding school. At that time, I had a good impression of a roommate."

The orange burst between the teeth, very sour.

Feeling excited, Yang Yuanyi rushed to Tianling Gai, and asked vaguely, "So are you together?"

"How can that be?" Fang Fei didn't look at him, lowered his eyes slightly, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I didn't know the place when I went to Puzhou. Just... I was very timid at the time, and tried to keep a distance from being noticed. But one day, my classmates started talking about it, and the teacher knew about it. I changed the dormitory and almost invited parents, so I didn’t dare to like it anymore. "

"……Well."

"Later, I overheard that it was that person who discovered it and spread it out." Fang Fei touched his lips unconsciously, as he would when he was nervous, and his voice was so small that it sounded like a sigh, "It's too bad, right? I think Always being rude to people."

It was an unexpected development. In my mouth, the sweet tangerine was sour.

Yang Yuanyi couldn't comfort Fang Fei, because he knew the feeling of powerlessness.

No words, body movements, even kisses and caresses can pull people out of the swamp.

He just asked, "What happened next?"

"...I didn't have any friends after that. When I was in the third year of high school, I transferred back to Yeyang Middle School." Fang Fei's tone became soft when he said this, "I finally graduated safely. At that time, I never wanted to go back to Puzhou. The farther the better. But when you said that you decided to come to Yeyang to take pictures, I didn’t think too much about it, so I left with you somehow.”

Yang Yuanyi suddenly understood why he was attracted by Fang Fei.

He is always calm and indifferent, but there are turbulent waves hidden in his eyes.

Yang Yuanyi can probably understand how hard the days are. When Fang Fei said it, all he had left was "I don't have any friends".Since then, Fang Fei's uneasiness in college, work, and social life has remained undiminished.

The sourness was pressed at the base of his tongue, and when he kissed Fang Fei, the other party wrapped his arms around Yang Yuanyi's neck.Rather than describing it as passive acceptance, it is better to say that Fang Fei is actively catering to his touch, her body is close to each other, separated by two thin sweaters, her heartbeat gradually tends to the same frequency, and her four hands are hurried and chaotic, taking off each other's clothes.

The freshly made bed was crumpled, the curtains were drawn tight, and their silhouettes overlapped in the sunset light.

The white wall became a curtain, and it seemed like a scene in the old house was unfilmed.

Limbs intertwined, lips and tongue closely chasing, Yang Yuanyi gently bit Fang Fei's Adam's apple, feeling that he was shrinking sensitively from the inside out, and couldn't help but hit hard again, leaving a tooth mark there.

During the messy exchange of breaths, Yang Yuanyi panted and kissed Fang Fei's sweaty temples, like raving: "When you were in Pingzhou, you let me into the room, looked at me, and then kissed me without saying a word..."

"Hmm..." Fang Fei closed his eyes.

Then and now almost overlap, both equally fanatical.

Yang Yuanyi bit his earlobe, grabbed his fingers, and held them together lingeringly: "I thought at the time... this bad boy is very proactive."

Fang Fei wanted to laugh, but she was afraid of being overheard by the stars outside the window.

At the most lively zero hour, the laughter and laughter from the TV exploded together with the fireworks, but Fang Fei ignored it. He hugged Yang Yuanyi and lay on him, feeling him stroking along his spine.

The quilt was so thick that it could completely cover the two of them. They briefly interrupted their continuous kiss and stared deeply at each other.

The sense of ritual prompted Fang Fei to open his mouth, wanting to say "Happy New Year" to him.But before he could make a sound, Yang Yuanyi blocked all words again, and his canine teeth grazed the inside of Fang Fei's lower lip.

The name of the movie popped into my mind without warning, and the years were suddenly too late, as if it had become a white hair overnight.