Wild and easy to tame

happy New Year.

During this winter vacation, Feng Zhuo would still often make appointments with Duan Yi to study, but he would also go out to play, or play games to relax, and occasionally even call Yan Jia, Xiao Yuanqiu, and Li Dong to the warehouse to play musical instruments together.

As the new year approached, his parents had never contacted Feng Zhuo about coming back during the new year.

Feng Zhuo probably guessed in his heart that they would not return to China.

In the eyes of Kang Rong and Feng Baiyang, there is only one son, Feng Yue.

The day before New Year's Eve, Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi were playing games in the private room of Brother Chen's internet cafe.

Duan Yi asked him: "How will you spend tomorrow?"

Feng Zhuo said: "Go to Yan Jia's house. Aunt Tang told me a long time ago that I will live at her house during the Chinese New Year."

Duan Yi actually wanted Feng Zhuo to go home with him for the New Year.

Hearing what Feng Zhuo said, he just said: "I'll come out to look for you after the New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow night."

Feng Zhuo smiled, and readily agreed: "Okay."

The next night, New Year's Eve.

Duan Yi said hello to his mother after the New Year's Eve dinner and went out.

When approaching Yan Jia's house, Duan Yi saw Xiao Yuanqiu who was looking for Yan Jia.

Xiao Yuanqiu naturally also saw Duan Yi.

He came over and said with a smile, "Brother Yi."

Duan Yi asked: "Where are you going to play later?"

Xiao Yuanqiu had no idea, "I don't know yet, I can go anywhere."

"What about you?" He turned his face and asked Duan Yi.

Duan Yi said lightly: "See where Feng Zhuo wants to go."

When they arrived at the gate of Yan Jia's community, Duan Yi sent a message to Feng Zhuo saying that he had arrived, and Xiao Yuanqiu also found Yan Jia on WeChat.

Not long after, Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia came out together.

Duan Yi discovered at a glance that the shoes on Yan Jia's feet were the brand-name shoes in the courier Feng Zhuo had received before.

He looked back nonchalantly.

Feng Zhuo gave Yan Jia the pair of shoes that Feng Yue sent him.

He was wearing small clothes, Yan Jia was dressed just right, and there was still dust left at home, why not give it to Yan Jia as a New Year's gift.

Four people stood at the door, not knowing where to go to celebrate New Year's Eve.

Finally Feng Zhuo suggested: "Otherwise, let's go buy some snacks and beer, and go to the warehouse to stay."

Yan Jia frowned and said, "But it's so cold there."

"I bought a little sun and put it in the warehouse, besides," Feng Zhuo said eloquently, "Is it as cold as it is outside?"

When Yan Jia heard about the presence of Little Sun, she immediately agreed.

After buying snacks and beer and heading to the warehouse, Feng Zhuo bought a pack of fried chestnuts with sugar and a few roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road.

After arriving at the warehouse, Yan Jia was surprised as soon as he came in: "It's been a while since I've been here, why have you changed so much?"

Before, there was only a sofa and a small round table.

Now there are more carpets and cushions, the little sun that Feng Zhuo said, and a simple assembled bookshelf, but there are not many books on the bookshelf, but several game props.

What Jenga blocks, lucky turntable, playing cards and so on.

There were several extra blankets on the sofa, which were also bought by Feng Zhuo.

He also bought these and put them here because he felt cold before.

Now it seems that this place is much more popular than when they formed a band and practiced songs here.

Yan Jia happily put down her things, took off her shoes, stepped on the carpet, and sat down on the cushion.

"It's been done very well here!" He ate the hot sweet potatoes, looked around, "I just feel like there's something missing..."

Xiao Yuanqiu picked up the blanket and unfolded it, and put it on Yan Jia's lap.

Feng Zhuo, who was driving Little Sun, heard Yan Jia's words, pointed to the wall without graffiti, and said, "This wall, if it is painted with graffiti, will have the same style as the other walls."

"Ah, yes!" Yan Jia suddenly realized, clapped his hands, and said excitedly, "Why don't we go buy spray paint? Then we can graffiti on this wall together, leaving our mark!"

Feng Zhuo slightly raised his eyebrows and agreed, "Okay."

Yan Jia immediately put down the sweet potatoes and got up to put on his shoes.

Xiao Yuanqiu said, "I'll accompany you."

Yan Jia raised her eyes and smiled at him, then nodded.

Immediately, Xiao Yuanqiu and Yan Jia left the warehouse, while Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi stayed in the warehouse.

Feng Zhuo opened the little sun and poured snacks out of the bag, occupying the entire table. He also took out cans of beer and placed them next to each cushion.

Duan Yi was already sitting in front of the drum set, casually beating with drumsticks.

Feng Zhuo squatted in front of the bookshelf to choose the game they were going to play later.

The game of kings... four people is a bit small.

Turntable or Jenga?

Feng Zhuo turned his face and called Duan Yi: "Brother Yi, what game do you want to play?"

Duan Yi said: "I don't care, whatever is fine."

"You must choose one." Feng Zhuo demanded.

Duan Yi: "Choose the one you choose."

Feng Zhuo: "..." He just asked him because he didn't know which one to choose.

He stood up, walked to Duan Yi's side, watched Duan Yi leisurely playing the drum set, and suddenly became playful.

"Brother Yi, I want to play too, teach me." Duan Yi demonstrated a few simple ones for him, and then got up to let him do it.

Feng Zhuo had never touched a drum set before, and he was a complete novice. After he sat down, he held the drumstick, and suddenly he didn't know how to step on it with his feet or how to strike it with his hands.

Duan Yi smiled, he held his hand from behind him, and led him to play the cymbals and drums slowly, reminding him to step on the bass drum in time to help Feng Zhuo find the rhythm.

Feng Zhuoyue had more fun playing, "It's so fun, I feel like my whole blood is boiling."

Duan Yi calmly let go of Feng Zhuoyue's hand when he was playing Yue Happiness, allowing him to play freely and play as he pleases.

It doesn't matter what melody you play, as long as you are happy. :лf

After a while, Feng Zhuo was a little tired.

While taking a break, he asked Duan Yi: "Brother Yi, who did you learn to play drums from?"

"My dad." Duan Yigang, who came over with a can of beer, leaned against the wall, and while returning to Feng Zhuo, he opened the tab of the can with one hand.

Feng Zhuo turned his face to look at Duan Yi.

Duan Yi took a sip of beer, and the cold liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach. He looked down at Feng Zhuo and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Zhuo turned around, sat facing Duan Yi, and looked up at him, "Uncle seems to have a great influence on you."

Duan Yi curled his lips slightly and nodded, "Well, my role model in life."

"He is an aircraft designer, engaged in scientific research, and is very busy most of the time, but whenever he is free, he will accompany me."

"He would play Lego with me, teach me to play drums, and tell me a lot about airplanes. I was influenced by my dad since I was a child, and I have a strong interest in airplanes."

Feng Zhuo took a sip of beer from Duanzi's hand, "And then?"

"He hurt his body because of too much work. When I was in the third year of junior high school, my dad got cancer. He was afraid that if I found out, it would affect my studies. He never asked my mother to tell me." Duan Yi took the beer back again and poured it with his head up. After a few mouthfuls, he continued: "He was hospitalized behind my back, had chemotherapy, and then pretended to be fine and came to see me, and stayed with me as usual."

"In his last few months, he asked my mother to help him lie together, saying that he was engaged in projects in retreat, and then I never saw him again."

"My father was afraid that I would be frightened when I saw him skinny and skinny. He was afraid of leaving a bad memory for me, and even more afraid of delaying my high school entrance examination, so he refused to see me. My mother could only help him lie .”

"I didn't see him for the last time. When he died, I was taking the senior high school entrance examination."

Duan Yi told Feng Zhuo about his father while drinking the bone-cold beer, his mind became clearer and clearer.

"Because of this incident, I got very angry at my mother. I blamed her for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother since I was a child. She only had eyes on the company and work, and she didn't take good care of me at all. I accused her Why do you decide for me not to let me see my dad for the last time?"

"The relationship between me and her has reached an impasse." Duan Yi took a deep breath, then raised his head and drank another sip of wine, "It has only been slightly eased in the past six months."

Feng Zhuo looked at him, and said word by word: "You are actually blaming yourself in your heart, right?"

Duan Yi was slightly startled, staring at Feng Zhuo blankly, and then smiled helplessly, which was regarded as acquiescing.

He just blames himself.

He blamed himself for asking for his father's company blindly, but he didn't realize that his father was seriously ill when he was with him for the last time.

Feng Zhuo was very touched.

This is the first time that Duan Yi has spoken so many words to him at once, and it is also the first time that he has confessed to him the private affairs hidden in his heart.

This shows that he is trustworthy and unique to him.

Feng Zhuo grabbed Duan Yi's fingers and pulled him forward.

Duan Yi moved and came to him, Feng Zhuo raised his other hand, grabbed the clothes on Duan Yi's chest and pulled down, forcing Duan Yi to bend down and bow his head.

Immediately, he raised his chin and kissed his lips.

Duan Yi's eyes suddenly darkened.

He tried his best to suppress the surge in his heart, the hand holding the beer can had unknowingly squeezed the can and slightly deformed it.

At this moment, the door of the warehouse rang.

Duan Yi and Feng Zhuo separated instantly.

One retreated to the wall, lazily leaning against the graffiti wall behind him, drinking beer to cover up his frantic heartbeat and unnatural expression.

The other turned around quickly, and couldn't stop in a panic, so he could only hit the drumstick indiscriminately.

Yan Jia and Xiao Yuanqiu walked in carrying the spray paint they had bought.

Yan Jia took off Xiao Yuanqiu's scarf around his neck, took off his coat, and greeted Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi: "Boss! Brother Zhuo! Come here and get the spray paint, we can create our own graffiti wall!"

So the four started their "masterpiece".

Finally, on the colorful graffiti wall, there are airplanes drawn by Feng Zhuo, cats drawn by Duan Yi, basketballs drawn by Yan Jia, and traffic lights and taxis drawn by Xiao Yuanqiu.

Feng Zhuo began to sign on it - DY.

Duan Yi also wrote his name: "FZ."

Feng Zhuo felt that something was missing, so he drew a heart between their names.

Duan Yi was disgusted to death, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

Yan Jia and Xiao Yuanqiu also left their names.

Between "YJ" and "XYQ", Xiao Yuanqiu drew hands holding each other.

After painting the graffiti wall, several people began to drink, eat snacks and play games.

On the way, Feng Zhuo received a call from Feng Yue, but he didn't answer it.

Later, both Yan Jia and Feng Zhuo were drunk, and Xiao Yuanqiu also drank a lot, his head was a little dizzy, so he stopped playing games.

Yan Jia and Xiao Yuanqiu lay drowsy on the carpet, Feng Zhuo staggered out of the warehouse and walked up the outer stairs to the roof.

He sat on the roof, looking into the distance.

There was only the silence of the night.

Duan Yi followed him to the roof, and specially brought a blanket for Feng Zhuo and put it on him.

The two of them sat on the roof like fools, blowing the icy cold wind, enjoying their time together.

After a while, Feng Zhuo said to Duan Yi with a big tongue: "There, my grandma is buried."

"Her grave is over there."

No wonder.

He was sitting here alone before.

Duan Yi thought that he came here just to escape from life for a short time and try to be clean.

It wasn't.

It's almost midnight, and the new year is coming.

The dark night sky was suddenly lit up by colorful fireworks, which was extremely gorgeous.

Xiao Yuanqiu was awakened by the sound of fireworks, he opened his eyes suddenly and found that Duan Yi and Feng Zhuo were gone.

The little sun was still on, facing him and Yan Jia.

Yan Jia, who was lying beside him, was already fast asleep.

Xiao Yuanqiu touched the phone and squinted to check the time.

At 23:59, it is less than 1 minute before the New Year.

After a while, at the moment when the time jumped to 00:00, Xiao Yuanqiu leaned over and kissed Yan Jia lightly on the lips.

Yan Jia opened his eyes in a daze, but closed them again without resisting him.

Xiao Yuanqiu whispered to him: "Happy New Year, Yan Jia."

Yan Jia frowned and muttered: "Happy..."

At the same time, Feng Zhuo, who was sitting on the roof enjoying the fireworks, also said, "Happy New Year, Brother Yi."

Duan Yi didn't speak.

He leaned close to him and kissed him.

Feng Zhuo's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

His fingers tightened the blanket that was draped over him, and then slowly pulled the corners of the blanket, raised his hand to hook Duan Yi's neck, and wrapped Duan Yi into the blanket.

"Happy New Year." Duan Yi replied in a hoarse voice.

Feng Zhuo lay on his shoulders and gasped lightly, calming down her disordered breathing and heartbeat.

He was drunk and murmured in his ear: "I like you so much."

Duan Yi's heart softened, and he replied gently: "I like you too, Feng Zhuo."

The author says:

It's time to start the Speed ​​of Time Dafa.