Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

Sheng Zimo took two steps, jumped up suddenly, knocked off the snow on the tree, the snow rose up, scattered and fell, he suddenly looked back and said mischievously: "-Is it good for you?"

"I think you came here on purpose to make trouble for me today!"

Yan Jinxiao stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyebrows handsomely.

Sheng Zimo smiled. He patted his hands stuck to the icicles with downcast eyes. After a pause, he looked at Yan Jinxiao and said, "Can you give me some time for our business?"

Taking a breath slowly, with an embarrassed expression on his face, he scratched his hair and continued, "I still have to stroke it."

At the same time as the words fell to the ground, Yan Jinxiao's deep eyes seemed to move slightly.

For a moment, he seemed to be a little dazed—he blinked, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and he was about to say something, when Sheng Zimo continued: "But before I figure it out, can you stop worrying?" I'm..."

"I really...I really can't bear it!"

Sheng Zimo looked bitter and bitter, and the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

In the evening, the two of them went to Grandpa Yan Jinxiao's house to celebrate the New Year.

Mr. Yan is in his 70s this year, but his body is exceptionally tough. An old man who has suffered all his life, he is enthusiastic and talkative. The function of the hand is not affected, but the skin on the back of the hand is mottled and rough, making it unbearable to look directly at.

"Don't be scared, baby, grandpa's hands are burning, but if you don't do it, my apprentice will ruin his face... So this is a good deal." The old head explained his ruined hand like a joke.

Sheng Zimo chatted with the old man, and the past and the past surged in his heart like a tide - the years when Yan Jinxiao was alive and after his death before traveling through time, the scene after scene seemed to be just yesterday.

But now, not only was Yan Jinxiao still alive, but Grandpa Yan was also in such good spirits that Sheng Zimo almost couldn't hold back his joy—crying on the spot.

Yan Jinxiao seemed to have noticed something, and pressed the back of Sheng Zimo's hand, Sheng Zimo turned his head to look at Yan Jinxiao, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The old man turned on the TV, greeted the two young men to eat candy and fried fruit, and then happily went to the kitchen to work, but Sheng Zimo chewed a fried fruit in his mouth, and then chased Master Yan into the kitchen.

"Grandpa, I'll help you." Sheng Zimo said after washing his hands after eating the fried fruit.

The old man copied the kitchen knife and laughed: "Why do you children do this, go out and watch TV with Jin Xiao."

As soon as the words were finished, the door curtain was raised, and Yan Jinxiao had already entered.

He glanced at Sheng Zimo who was shaking the water on his hands, and said, "What can you do? Go out and rest."

Hey!

Sheng Zimo took a deep breath: "Why do you look down on people?" He grabbed a piece of celery and shook it, "Can't I help grandpa wash the vegetables?"

Master Yan cut the stewed meat and smiled: "Boy, Grandpa has already prepared the side dishes, you don't need to do it, go out and play."

Sheng Zimo scratched the back of his head.

Yan Jinxiao smiled silently, unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his black shirt, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his strong arms, copied an apron and fastened it, picked up a plate of celery and lily side dishes on the counter, and walked towards the stove on the other side of the balcony Go: "Fry this for you first."

Sheng Zimo put the celery aside and said in surprise, "You know how to cook?!"

Yan Jinxiao glanced sideways at him, the range hood had already been turned on, and the hot pot was filled with oil.

Sheng Zimo swallowed in disbelief.

Once, when he and Yan Jinxiao got together to make something to eat by themselves, it was either quick-frozen dumplings or instant noodles. If you add an egg and throw a ham sausage in, it's already a perfect match.

Both of them are not good at cooking, so they usually just make do with it, but when he witnessed this living buddy in front of him, he moved skillfully, flipped the spatula, and turned the pot in a very slow posture, and immediately fried a plate of color and fragrance When there are all kinds of dishes——Sheng Zimo couldn't believe his eyes!

——When did this guy become so virtuous? !

Sheng Zimo was in a daze holding the dish out of the pot.

"Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and take it away." Yan Jinxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and said.

Sheng Zimo blinked: "When will you be able to cook?" asked blankly.

"Jin Xiao has been arguing to learn how to cook from me a few years ago. He is very spiritual and has learned everything. He said that he will make it for his wife in the future." After Yan Ye finished speaking cheerfully, he took the dish from Sheng Zimo's hand, The curtain went out.

Sheng Zimo looked at Yan Jinxiao's tall and straight profile, earnestly stirring the frying pan, and smelled the smell of oil and smoke in the air, and was speechless for a while.

And when the round table was filled with more than a dozen dishes that were full of chicken, duck, fish and meat, with great appearance and aroma, Sheng Zimo sat in front of the table, his dumbfounded expression still not returning to normal-this is not an ordinary New Year's Eve dinner, it is simply Professional star chef level!

Yan Jinxiao looked at Sheng Zimo's bewildered face, and didn't say much, picked up a piece of Coke chicken wings that Sheng Zimo had been asking for, and put it in the bowl.

The cheerful and festive music of the Spring Festival Gala sounded, and the opening words to congratulate the new year surrounded the whole room. Mr. Yan took a cup of Lao Baigan and drank it down in one gulp, followed by a rhyming opening line, which made the two children laugh.

"Eat! You can eat it!" The old man put a piece of fat and thin braised pork in Sheng Zimo's bowl, "I heard from Jin Xiao that you love meat, and grandpa made a big bowl for you!"

The old man has soft gray hair covering his scalp, and he smiles with gentle wrinkles. His teeth are rare in this age group, and the real teeth are neat, but there are a few decayed teeth on the lower teeth, which are slightly incomplete. According to him, he loves candy , who always sleeps with sugar in his mouth and makes the whole mess - he looks like an old urchin when he teases himself.

Sheng Zimo was eating braised pork, and when he met Yan Jinxiao's eyes, the two of them rolled their eyes at the same time.

Firecrackers sounded outside the window. Although this year's Haishi City still clearly stipulates that "fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited", but after all, it was the night of New Year's Eve, and the relevant departments turned a blind eye to celebrate the Spring Festival together.

The fireworks exploded and bloomed in the dark night, and the colorful lights illuminated the joyful faces of the children. The bougainvilleas placed in rows by the indoor windows, under the care of the old man, were still red in the cold winter months.

Sheng Zimo ate delicious dishes with some wine, watched the Spring Festival Gala, and looked at the other two people at the same table. In such a pleasant atmosphere, a sense of happiness that was similar to lost and found gradually surged in his heart...

Mr. Yan's house has two bedrooms and one living room. When sleeping at night, the two young men were naturally assigned to the same room.

There was no problem with this arrangement in the past, but now—a "curvy" and a hesitant "whether or not" are in the same room—the feeling is very strange.

The old man went to bed early, and after laying out the bedding on the wide sofa in the guest bedroom, he told him to go to bed early, and then left with a yawn.

The remaining two people in the room stared wide-eyed.

Sheng Zimo was stunned in the room, rubbing his knuckles, looking at the bed, then at the sofa, and stood still for a while.

"Where do you want to sleep?" Yan Jinxiao broke through the delicate and stagnant air first, and sat down on the sofa as soon as he finished speaking, "Or...do you want to sleep with your brother?" He asked softly, deliberately.

"Fuck you." Sheng Zimo sat down by the bed, scooped up the water on the table and drank it.

After drinking half a cup, he didn't answer Yan Jinxiao's question, pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: "It can be seen that you like to sleep on the sofa, so I will reluctantly sleep on the bed." He lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

"Hey, I said you don't take off your clothes when you sleep?" Yan Jinxiao leaned over the sofa with his big hands and asked, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

At this time, the sound of firecrackers was still ringing not far from the window, Sheng Zimo closed his eyes, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his voice, "I'm afraid you will fuck me, okay?"

Son of a bitch!

But not long after he finished speaking, he laughed to himself. He sat up abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you leave me alone?"

"I can't remember what I told you, can I? Your sister's!"

Yan Jinxiao rubbed his forehead, leaned back and smiled, his shoulders trembling.

"Laughing at your sister!" Sheng Zimo continued, "You are so fucking amazing. There are so many beautiful girls around all day long, why did you fall in love with me? Let me tell you, what are you thinking?"

He didn't want to mention this again, but he still couldn't hold back, and finally blurted out the question.

Yan Jinxiao ignored him and rubbed his temples instead.

Sheng Zimo was startled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jinxiao let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Headache."

——We don’t know how this buddy’s head hurts, but the one who claims to have a headache, when the word “headache” comes out of his mouth, what follows in his head is the golden words taught by Dent : Showing weakness, gaining sympathy, trying to get caught and slowing down...

Sheng Zimo watched Yan Jinxiao for a while, and then he got down and sat next to Yan Jinxiao - he knew that Yan Jinxiao used to suffer from migraines, but it was a problem that gradually appeared after he entered the entertainment industry and became a top performer.

——When it is severe, you may even have a splitting headache, which greatly affects your daily life.

So he didn't think about it at all, and immediately reached out to stroke Yan Jinxiao's forehead, and massaged Yan Jinxiao's forehead again and again.

"Is it better?" After a while, his hands were a little sore, and he asked, "Is it still so painful?"

Yan Jinxiao closed his eyes slightly, his brows were three-dimensional and tough, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved with gentleness. He said in a low voice, "No, it hurts like hell."

He also gestured emphatically: "The temple... hurts from jumping, it hurts very much."

Sheng Zimo breathed out secretly, stretched out his fingers, and gently rubbed Yan Jinxiao's temples.

At this time, the two were very close, and Sheng Zimo sat on the sofa with his legs bent, almost wrapping Yan Jinxiao's upper body in front of him.

The tactile sensation of fingertips caressing Yan Jinxiao's skin made Sheng Zimo's heart seem to be suspended in mid-air, floating and complicated - it was a very indescribable feeling, which made people immersed and uncomfortable.

But the one who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep seemed completely unaware.

"Have you thought about the future?" After a long while, Sheng Zimo calmed down, and while pressing gently, he asked, "Do you really want to be a star in the entertainment circle in the future?"

Yan Jinxiao slowly opened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "If you don't mix in this circle, you support me?"

Sheng Zimo smiled lightly: "You're so good looking, it's not my turn to raise you."

This circle is fundamentally full of false prosperity and bubble economy—every package is slick and smooth, each has its own label, attracts attention with selling points, and hypes with slots. The torture of "donkey dung and eggs with a smooth surface"-is this kind of exchange worth it?Only the people in the besieged city understand.

"Didn't you study computer in college?" Sheng Zimo asked after expressing his feelings about the entertainment industry, "Have you ever thought about using the compensation from this movie as start-up capital to start your own business and start your own business?"

Yan Jinxiao shook hands with the paw that was pressing on his temple, and said, "Why, do you have a project you want to do?"

Sheng Zimo struggled uncomfortably with his hand, but failed, and then he let others hold it, curled his lips and said, "I just want to give you a suggestion, Haida, you are always recommended, you have high business and good background, why can't you do it?"

He said to himself, even if you drop out of school, if you really want to do it yourself, there are really too many capable projects in 2012, and I will definitely help you.

However, Yan Jinxiao seemed to be unable to understand, and said with thin lips: "I have a high opinion of my brother!" He squeezed the paw in his hand lightly.

The moment Sheng Zimo was pinched, he didn't know how to deal with it. He quickly pulled out his hand and said back, "What brother? Can you stop being so grumpy?"

Yan Jinxiao smiled suddenly: "I'm already older than you... Is it wrong to call 'brother'?"

"..."

For some reason, Sheng Zimo suddenly felt his face burn.