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On Friday, Christmas Eve, Yin Xiaoran called He Qingcheng early in the morning. He knew that this person was on vacation, so he didn't care if he was in a meeting or not, the time was inconvenient.

Even though Yin Xiaoran had already learned the news from Ji Bai in advance, he didn't mention anything about the holiday, and even asked He Qingcheng the exact location of the company, saying that he was going to pick him up after get off work.

Of course He Qingcheng refused: "Don't bother. There will be a traffic jam tonight. I'll make a reservation for a restaurant. Let's meet at the restaurant, shall we?"

Yin Xiaoran: "How can there be any reason why you don't pick up someone after an appointment? If you don't tell me, I'll ask Zhou Mo."

"Don't..." He Qingcheng hesitated to speak: "I've been out on errands all day today, so I don't know where I will be..."

Yin Xiaoran smiled on the other end of the phone, and didn't intentionally tease him: "Okay. I've already booked the restaurant, and I'll send you the address later. I'll try to get off work as early as possible. See you at 06:30?"

"Ah."

He Qingcheng planned to sleep in this morning, but was woken up by Yin Xiaoran's call in a daze.In fact, the call was not too early, at 09:30, even an office worker should get up.

Seeing Mr. Yin's name displayed on the phone screen, he was still a little flustered at that moment.

He Qingcheng woke up, and hurried to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and the indistinct sound that had just woken up disappeared.

He has celebrated this kind of festival before, and those specific days of the year are endowed with unique meanings by various stories.Everyone grew up surrounded by fireworks, and of course he would celebrate.

It's just that I was alone later, and no one shared the feeling of wanting to celebrate something.

During the days just after the divorce, Ji Bai was probably afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so the General Bureau invited him out to play, saying that it was this friend's birthday and that friend's anniversary, but He Qingcheng pushed them away.

My own anniversary is gone, and a person who is not in a good mood should not go to other people's lively places to disrupt the situation.

Just as He Qingcheng was thinking, Yin Xiaoran sent the address of the restaurant.

Hang Bang dishes, he likes it very much.

He Qingcheng sometimes felt strange, wanting to eat southern food in the north and northern food in the south.Maybe something is missing and looking for something?Winter looks forward to the heat of summer, and summer looks forward to the cold of winter.

He lay back on the bed again, no longer sleepy now, flipping through his phone a little bored.

I haven't sorted out the photos of the island last time.

He Qingcheng has a habit of taking pictures, regardless of whether it is a person or a scene, he likes to take consecutive shots, always afraid of missing something.Every time I look at the photo album, the small pictures look exactly the same and take up the whole screen.He wasn't bothered at all, he looked at them one by one, picked the best ones and then deleted them.

The first photo was taken on a plane, a small island in the Pacific Ocean, the sea water is blue and green, and coral groups can be seen faintly.The next few photos are still the sea, but the angle changes.He Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, but chose the first one.

This is often the case with taking pictures, the first one is always the best, and the rest lack some intuitive beauty.

The photos in the album were turned over one by one, either the scenery or the building, but suddenly a portrait appeared in front of him, it was Yin Xiaoran.

It was on their way to the dive site. Facing the sea, Yin Xiaoran suddenly pretended to be cool and asked him to help take a picture.

He Qingcheng wanted to laugh when he thought of this, it was the first time he saw what it means to be in a scene in a second.Yin Xiaoran can switch expressions freely, a little golden retriever who looks at the sea and pretends to be cool, looks decent.

Turning to the back, it is a snapshot of the dolphin just jumping up.Yin Xiaoran took off his sunglasses, looked back at him with a smile, the scene was vivid in his memory.He Qingcheng remembered that it was only after seeing this photo that Yin Xiaoran said he was lucky.

Yin Xiaoran kept asking him to keep these two photos, but half a month later, he forgot to send them to him.

He Qingcheng was afraid that he would delete them by hand, so he put the two photos into his favorites first.After all the photos were sorted, he suddenly had the idea of ​​putting a Christmas tree at home.

Since today is going to be a festival, let's carry out the sense of ritual to the end.

He Qingcheng took out the Christmas tree that had been silent for many years from the storage room, but the decorations on the Christmas tree could not be found no matter what.He went out to buy, but suddenly wanted to buy some gift for Yin Xiaoran in the store.

·

Yin Xiaoran was distracted at the reading session today, to be honest.I always feel that this time is going too slowly, counting down like years.Finally, it was past five o'clock, and the script of the second act was read. In the end, the director asked everyone to go to the Grand Theater to have a meeting with the stage director to discuss the stage design plan.

Seeing that Yin Xiaoran felt that his 06:30 order time was too late, he had no choice but to send He Qingcheng a WeChat message to say hello in advance, saying that he was working overtime temporarily and let him have some food first.

This stage design meeting lasted for two hours, and the main creators listened with peace of mind. It is not easy for him to ask for leave, so he can only pray silently in his heart that no one will ask any more questions!

He had completely let go of his thoughts about eating, and he only hoped that he could deliver the presents to Mr. He before Santa Claus finished his chimney.

At 09:30 in the evening, the meeting was finally over.With his last breath, Yin Xiaoran sent the teachers out, and wished each one a Merry Christmas.

Yin Xiaoran called He Qingcheng and said that he was at the Grand Theater and made an appointment to meet downstairs in the community.

The street is quite lively at the moment, and there should be time to catch up to the end of Christmas Eve.

Before going out, Yin Xiaoran went to the bathroom to tidy himself up. He actually had some different plans in his heart. He put on lip balm and perfume before coming out.Full of coquettishness and charm.

He rushed out in three steps at a time, but when he reached the door, he was blocked back again. It was Qi Xi and her assistant Xiao Bai, and there were two strangers beside him.

"What's the matter, did you forget the theater?" Yin Xiaoran asked.

Qi Xi was still smiling, wrapped Yin Xiaoran's arm around him, and led him back into the theater unhurriedly.

"Brother Yin, something small happened and I need to discuss it with you."

Yin Xiaoran was stunned, he and Qi Xi were only cooperating in this drama, and the performance was two months away, what could happen?

The assistant Xiaobai took the phone and pulled out a message for Yin Xiaoran to read.

Yin Xiaoran flipped through a gossip account that he had never seen before, looked at the blurry pictures, and heard Xiaobai say:

"Brother Yin, it's like this. Wasn't there a group interview when the contract was signed a while ago? A reporter took some behind-the-scenes videos and photos backstage that day, and then another reporter asked you a question alone."

Yin Xiaoran said: "I remember this! I didn't say anything inappropriate in that answer. What happened?"

Xiaobai: "It's nothing at all. It's all competitors who took it out of context and sent some patchwork information, saying that you and Ms. Qi Xi have been intimate recently, and attacked us with some non-existent things."

Yin Xiaoran turned to the end of the gossip, and really saw a photo of himself and Qi Xi going out for lunch a few days ago, and a screenshot of the interview was attached at the back.

Although there are not many paragraphs that mention him, every word is written in the direction of his little boy.

"That's it...it's okay, I don't care about it. Don't take it to your heart, you don't need to apologize to me so much." Yin Xiaoran waved his hands with a smile and said, "I have something to do today, so I won't talk about it. "

"Ah, Brother Yin." Xiaobai stopped him.

"I'm really sorry for bringing you in for no reason, but out of the consideration of maintaining Qixi's image and respecting your professional image, the company invited two colleagues to discuss the handling of the incident with you today."

"You don't need to discuss with me—" Yin Xiaoran just wanted to leave, his big baby, Mr. He, might be waiting for him downstairs in the community right now, and he didn't have time to talk nonsense with Xiaobai and Xiaohei here.

"You can handle it however you want, as long as it doesn't affect the play, I have no problem."

The two strangers from the public relations department finally opened their mouths: "Mr. Yin, have you been in contact with Cheng Ying recently?"

Yin Xiaoran had already turned his head and left, but when he heard this, he turned to look at Qi Xi with staring eyes.

Cheng Ying is also a popular floret in the entertainment circle recently, a new movie is released recently, and the schedule happens to be the same as Qi Xi's.Based on the context, Yin Xiaoran knew that the opponent Xiaobai mentioned just now was Cheng Ying.

"I said Xiaoxi, what do you mean, do you suspect that I will maliciously break the news to your competitors?"

"No, Brother Yin." Qi Xi hurriedly stood up, pulling the person who spoke just now behind him. "I know Brother Yin's character, I never doubted you... It's just that the company insists on me bringing a public relations person to talk to you, I'm really sorry."

Xiaobai also quickly clarified: "Brother Yin, it's my fault that they didn't make it clear. We just wanted to have a small meeting with you this time, and the colleagues in the public relations department didn't express clearly, which made you misunderstand."

For the next half an hour, Yin Xiaoran was listening to public relations skills that he had never heard of in his life...

How to respond to reporters' interviews, how to behave in public places with Qi Xi, and even how to use his own Weibo are pointed out by others.

Yin Xiaoran really didn't want to hear these things, and his stomach felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.He has always only wanted to act in dramas, and he didn't want to get in touch with the twists and turns of the entertainment industry. If he didn't see Qi Xi on the other side almost crying, he would have turned his back and left.

His fingers on the other side tapped the armrest of the seat, and his impatient attitude was clearly conveyed.Half an hour later, the public relations department finally ended the training.

Xiaobai bowed and smiled and told him that he had worked hard, but Yin Xiaoran comforted Qi Xi with restraint, and took the woolen coat from the back of the chair to go out.

"Brother Yin, I'm wasting your time, do you want to take you by car?" Qi Xi asked.

"No need. You go back quickly, I'm leaving."

Yin Xiaoran was really running this time, he wished he could run to He Qingcheng's side immediately.

Yin Xiaoran took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but he didn't see the WeChat notification or missed calls, just wondering why He Qingcheng didn't hear from him, when he heard the horn beeping from the car on the side of the road.

Roll down the windows of the SUV with double flashing lights, and it is He Qingcheng who is sitting in the car.

"Mr. Yin, I'm here!"

When Yin Xiaoran saw this person, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest just now disappeared.He even ran and jumped into He Qingcheng's car, talking with the cold air outside: "Mr. He, why are you here?"

He Qingcheng turned left, merged with the main road, and said with a smile: "You said you were at the Grand Theater, so I came to pick you up because I thought it would be close to home. I was afraid that you would walk too fast, but luckily I picked you up."

"How long have you been waiting?" Yin Xiaoran looked sideways.

"Not long, just arrived."

"Liar..." Yin Xiaoran said with a raised tone.

This word with this tone is not blame, just like calling someone a "dead ghost" is not a real curse, but flirting.

Yin Xiaoran: "Where are you going now? I'm so sorry, I was supposed to ask you out, but the meeting has been delayed until now."

"It's okay." He Qingcheng smiled lightly. "You haven't eaten yet, go home and cook for you first."

From the time Yin Xiaoran heard the phrase cook for him to the time he actually went upstairs with He Qingcheng again, the smile on his face was always on.

I was so happy that I couldn't hide it, and my face was frozen with laughter.

He Qingcheng pushed open the door, and Yin Xiaoran saw a bright Christmas tree in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, decorated with small warm yellow lights, giving it a rare warmth.

The second time I came to He Qingcheng's house, I felt more familiar.For example, he knew where he got his slippers, where he put his backpack, and saw the red roses in three or five vases in the living room.

Yin Xiaoran followed He Qingcheng to the kitchen like a little tail.

"What is Mr. He going to give me to eat?"

"I don't know how to cook porridge, but I still know a little about the simple craft of frying steak."

Yin Xiaoran saw two pieces of beef marinated with salt and pepper on the plate, and asked, "Why are there two pieces, didn't you eat it?"

"Didn't we agree to have dinner together? How can I eat first." He Qingcheng smiled, put on his apron and started cooking.

Yin Xiaoran saw that he didn't need his help in the kitchen, so he walked back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back, and went to smell every bottle of roses.

He secretly counted 99 flowers, all of which were not bad, and they were all well-raised by Mr. He.

"How about I help you change the water for the flowers?" Yin Xiaoran suggested.

"No, I just changed it this morning. After a busy day, sit down for a while, and the steak will be ready in no time."

Hearing this, Yin Xiaoran jumped in front of He Qingcheng like a little deer at the same pace.

"Mr. He takes such good care of the flowers. Is it because he sees things and thinks about others?"

He Qingcheng smiled helplessly, and begged for mercy: "Mr. Yin, don't tease me anymore, I'm too old to stand it."

Yin Xiaoran turned away, raised his head and approached Mr. He little by little until he could feel the other person's breath hitting his face lightly, then he turned his side slightly and went to He Qingcheng's ear: "Mr. Living is also a good thing.”

After finishing speaking, Yin Xiaoran immediately backed away, sat on the high stool opposite the console, propped his cheeks to look at He Qingcheng, who had already turned crimson on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. He, I couldn't hold back just now~ I'm not kidding you, turn it over quickly, the steak is going to be mushy."

·

He Qingcheng's cooking skills must be complemented by top-notch and fresh ingredients, because his food processing skills are basically zero, and even the black pepper sauce topping on the steak is hot from a can in the refrigerator.

But here with Yin Xiaoran, let alone having a good steak with Mr. He, even if He Qingcheng gave him a piece of sugarcane, he would have to be able to happily chew on it, even swallowing the sugarcane husk.

He Qingcheng is not a young man who just came into love. He only blushed a little when Yin Xiaoran got close to him just now, and he is completely healed now.He turned on the TV and found the must-see warm movie for Christmas. The two of them sat cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, hunched over, leaning against the sofa, and eating steak on the low coffee table.

Yin Xiaoran quite liked this arrangement.

In the past 28 years, Yin Xiaoran's Christmas has been spent with energy.

Go to the crowded business district, go to gin berries to get drunk, or book a luxury hotel to have sex, how lively and how tossing.

But now looking at Mr. He beside him, he really has the feeling of living at home.Two people, one room, quiet, it doesn't matter what you do, only being together is important.

"I saw you coming out and going back at the entrance of the theater just now, what happened?" He Qingcheng asked.

"You arrived so early?" Yin Xiaoran was a little surprised.

"So something happened?" He Qingcheng didn't answer, but asked again.

"A little thing, it's all settled."

Yin Xiaoran said with a smile, but the uneasiness in his heart surged up again.He has been in the drama business for eight years, plus his university studies, and he has never encountered such an aggrieved thing.

The uncomfortable thing is not being scribbled by some gossip account, real movie fans know what kind of person he is, and Yin Xiaoran doesn't care about the little slander.But Qi Xi, the co-actors who were going to hand over plays to each other on the stage and complement each other, even suspected that he would break the news to his opponent.They should be the people who trust each other the most, but they still doubt his character.And those public relations trainings... Are you tired of living like this?

Yin Xiaoran lowered his head to cut the steak, then went to grind the pepper with a pepper stick, and suddenly lost the taste in his mouth.

He Qingcheng turned down the volume of the TV, put down the knife and fork and asked him again: "Are you all right?"

Yin Xiaoran sniffed, as if he had made up his mind, and was silent for a while before raising his eyes to look at He Qingcheng.

"Mr. He, it's really a trivial matter... But I feel so sad, I was used as a gun..."

He Qingcheng listened to the cause and effect, looked at Yin Xiaoran's aggrieved face, the words of comfort turned and turned in his stomach, but finally he didn't say it.He got up, walked under the Christmas tree, stooped and took something.

"Mr. Yin, it's really hard for such a thing to happen. Comforting words are too empty, and my industry is too different from yours, so I don't know how to actually help you. But..." He took out a A flat box wrapped in red and white gift paper with golden garlands, "Will opening Christmas presents early make you feel better?"

"Did you buy me a present?" Yin Xiaoran's eyes lit up immediately.

When He Qingcheng saw the reaction of the person in front of him, the corners of his eyes also rolled down: "It's not exactly a purchase, you can take it apart and have a look."

Yin Xiaoran was so sweet in his heart that he carefully tore off the pasted seal, not even wanting to damage the wrapping paper.

Opened it was a sketch of the cliff by the sea, the difference is that this one was filled in.

"I went to pick out a photo frame. I made up the color today. Do you still like it?" He Qingcheng looked at him and asked.

"I like it! I like it so much!" Yin Xiaoran wished he could bounce up from the ground, and looked left and right with the watercolor painting. "It's the first time someone draws for me, thank you, Mr. He!"

"As long as you like it." He Qingcheng said, turning the photo frame over again.

"There are still cards?" Yin Xiaoran looked at the greeting card behind the photo frame, on which was a golden hair sticking out its tongue.

"A little blessing. I wish Mr. Yin that everything goes well, that dreams are pursued, and that money is earned~"

"Wait a minute." Yin Xiaoran got up from the ground, ignoring the slippers, ran to the hallway, and came over mysteriously with a backpack.

"Close your eyes, I have a gift too."

He Qingcheng obeyed obediently.

"Stretch out."

In the darkness, He Qingcheng felt something gently placed on the palm of Yin Xiaoran's hand.

"Okay, open your eyes."

"Gingerbread?" He Qingcheng looked at the cute snowman with a red scarf lying in his hand, and asked with a smile.

"You try it."

"Did you make it yourself?" He Qingcheng unwrapped the wrapping paper, took a bite, it was very sweet.

"No, I bought it at the cake shop by chance when I bought breakfast that day."

He Qingcheng's chewing movement paused.

Disappointed?He Qingcheng admitted that he was a little disappointed at this moment.

Seeing the expression on his face, Yin Xiaoran was really painful. "It's not just gingerbread that amuses you."

"Close your eyes again." Yin Xiaoran asked again.

In the darkness, He Qingcheng felt Yin Xiaoran's infinite approach, and in the next second, a furry warmth surrounded his neck.Opening his eyes, a red scarf like a gingerbread snowman was tied around his neck.

"I always think Mr. He is cute, so Mr. He must have a cute scarf that every gingerbread snowman has."

It has been 35 years, and He Qingcheng remembers that at most, when he was in elementary school, someone in his family would praise him for being cute.How long has it been since someone said such a compliment?The old face can't hold back.

"Are you in a better mood?" He Qingcheng asked Yin Xiaoran.

"Thanks to Mr. He, I have forgotten all the bad things."

"That's good, eat quickly, the steak will be cold."

The author has something to say: There will be a week of outings starting tomorrow, I don’t know if there is time to update.

After a week, the recovery day will be updated~~