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Thousands of rivers and mountains can't reduce the love in the slightest.

The two of them are busy during the day, and at night they talk on the phone and talk about daily life without consciously smiling.

He Qingcheng was on a business trip, and Yin Xiaoran was finally able to get out to see Coach Yin and his mother, Master Feng.Since he posted that ostentatious Moments, Ms. Feng Feifei has been urging him to take Mr. He home every day, saying that he wants to meet this kind man who can make his son willing to be a family member.

Another weekend, Yin Xiaoran was lured home by his mother's "the last wave of crabs that can still be a little yellow this year".He likes it. In September and October, Yin Xiaoran crosses thousands of crabs in the bitter sea, and from November to the next year, you have to take a bite as soon as you can.If Yin Xiaoran hadn't become a drama actor, he might have devoted himself to becoming a big crab farm by a lake in the south.

That night, at Ms. Feng Feifei's house, three catties of crabs yielded nine catties of shells.Yin Xiaoran picked up the poor little yellow with a crab spoon, just like seeing his peerless beauty, Mr. He, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't get enough of it.

He Qingcheng was not around, and Yin Xiaoran had been staying at his parents' house for two consecutive weekends.One is to do filial piety, and amuse and laugh in front of the two elders; the other is to annoy others, to bluff around in the old couple's house, so naturally it is not cute, and when the boyfriend comes back, he is not afraid of the queen mother's serial calls.

Yin Xiaoran was lying on the rocking chair in the study, holding the "Selection of Excellent Modern and Contemporary Chinese Scripts" from his college days in his hand, and it was quite interesting to read it again after so many years.When I was in school, I played a lot of classics, not to mention Lao She, Cao Yu, Tian Han, etc. Liu Heng and Liao Yimei who are closer have also acted.

After re-reading these dusty old textbooks, he felt that all these years had not been in vain.Years are not just for fun, the encounters in life are slowly brewed into wine, and the lines that are piled up with words and sentences can only be re-read to realize the shallowness of understanding back then.

Yin Xiaoran was immersed in the thoughts of life, when He Qingcheng called, and immediately called him back to the love-obsessed layman.

Also, how can a suffering philosopher be as happy as a fool in the world of mortals?

"Sir, miss me?" Yin Xiaoran answered the phone, opened his mouth and came.

"Well, I think so." The person on the phone said.

Yin Xiaoran stood up from the chair with a smile, went to his bedroom, locked the door behind him, fell down on the bed, and said softly: "I miss you too, every cell in my body is thinking about you."

He Qingcheng smiled on the phone, and the emptiness in his heart was immediately filled by Yin Xiaoran's longing.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Parents, what's the matter?"

"fine……"

He Qingcheng originally wanted to have sex with Mr. Yin using sound waves as a medium, but the venue was really inappropriate, so he gave up immediately.

Yin Xiaoran was playing with the fabric of the quilt cover in his hand, and asked for credit: "My old lady heard that you like to eat the kimchi she made. This time I made a big black pot for pickling, and let me bring it to you."

"Trouble auntie."

"No trouble. It's the first time that a man not surnamed Yin eats her kimchi, and she is so happy."

Yin Xiaoran heard the faint laughter from the other end of the phone again, his heart felt like being scratched by a cat, a little itchy and a little painful.The microphone picked up Qing Xiao's snort, which reminded him immediately of Mr. He's gentle eyes when he was talking and laughing to him.But this gentleness that should be visible and tangible is thousands of miles away, and I can't grasp it at all.

"How is the factory re-inspection going? Is it going well?" Yin Xiaoran didn't want to indulge in his hypocrisy, so he opened up another topic.

Last week, the design of the studio won the draft competition with domestic first-tier firms.In general, this kind of public building design, especially government-led bidding projects, tends to be more competitive than commercial building design.

Although real estate development and commercial district construction come in quickly, most of those are stylized mass production, which is not much different from the processing of foundries.There are templates for the division of the room and the design of the apartment.But the design of public buildings is different. In addition to the more complex interaction between people and the environment, there is more room for development. Excellent design can make the team famous and allow designers to realize higher career ideals.

The design led by He Qingcheng retains the sense of spaciousness of the factory workshop, and the spatial division is realized through geometric rotation.Visitors enter from the entrance and follow the slope close to the wall upwards, and can enter each exhibition area in turn without going back. The moving line is clear and the appearance looks cleaner and tidy.The external design of the ramp does not adopt the standard circular arc shape, but is made into polygonal styles such as triangles and rhombuses, which brings a natural sense of tension in the space and also conforms to the tough temperament of the factory.

When Yin Xiaoran went to the office, he immediately fell in love with this design model, and praised Mr. He for his extraordinary talent.The result of the matter was as he expected, and it was a good start to the new year.

He Qingcheng said: "It's basically going well, so don't worry. You've been very busy recently, so if you're really late for rehearsal, go back to our house. Don't be brave."

Brave?

Mr. He is too worried.

Yin Xiaoran will not be brave in front of such a sweetheart, but is as delicate as Lin Daiyu.When I go to the supermarket to buy things, once I lift things that are heavy, I put my left hand on my right hand and shout, "Mr. He, your hand is rotten!"

He Qingcheng hurried over to check nervously, but the pair of white and slender hands were still in front of him.

"Where's the rot?" he asked.

Yin Xiaoran stretched out his hand in front of this man, pointed to the red marks that had been stretched out, and said, "Here! It's almost bleeding!"

Only then did He Qingcheng realize that he was being coquettish, smiled and hugged the person back into his arms, knocking his chin on his shoulder, blowing on the "wounds" that had almost faded and saying: "Give it to you, it won't hurt anymore .”

Later, Yin Xiaoran played this kind of tricks a lot, and Mr. He accepted the trick as if he was watching a play.

"Mr. He! I'm scalded by oil! It's all blistering!"

"Mr. He! I tripped over the sofa! My skin is peeling!"

"Mr. He! The bed is too soft! My waist is about to break!"

He Qingcheng is like looking after a child, touching here, coaxing there, sometimes feeding a candy will heal him, sometimes feeding himself to his lover will cure his princely disease.

The two lingered on the phone for more than half an hour, and finally the conversation ended when Ji Bai came to find He Qingcheng for a meeting.

After Yin Xiaoran took a shower, he lay on the bed alone, looking at the sketch drawn by Mr. He on the lock screen of his phone, and missed it for a while.

He opened WeChat and sent a message to He Qingcheng: "Family, my parents want to see you."

Yin Xiaoran knew that this request was made too early, how impatient was he to bring someone to meet his parents less than a month after confirming his relationship with Mr. He?

In fact, he was really impatient.If possible, he even immediately wanted to take the household registration booklet and He Qingcheng to get the certificate, with black and white letters on it, and a stamp on it, so that no one could escape.

In the past, he looked down on marriage, thinking that it was a ruthless social rule and a bondage to human nature.But now he feels that this may be the most beautiful bondage in the world.Entrust each other, depend on each other for the rest of our lives, until death do us part...

This fate, from meeting to reunion, from reunion to happiness, everything is like a dream.Yin Xiaoran has always been wary of such beautiful things, because they are too good to be true.Adults dare not have too many ups and downs in their hearts. Not being surprised by favor or humiliation is not humble and restrained, but fear.Somewhere in his heart was always afraid, if something happened suddenly and the fairy tale really became a dream, what kind of pain would it be.

It was also for this reason that he didn't want to let the time they spent together slip away.He wanted to bring such a perfect Mr. He into his closest life circle, and from then on, the family members were really family members.

Yin Xiaoran sent a WeChat message, his heart rate was so fast, he was afraid of seeing He Qingcheng's answer, so he immediately turned on the airplane mode, and forced himself to sleep with his head depressed.On the second day, people woke up before the alarm clock, and the message on the phone was that Yu Yin Xiaoran was Schrödinger's cat.Before opening, the cat was half dead.But the magic box always has to be opened, this time I refused, so try again later...

——I originally planned to take you back to my house after you finished rehearsing the play.

——But it doesn't matter, you can let my uncle and aunt test me first.

Scrolling down again, it is a screenshot of online shopping.

——Do you think they will like this massage chair?

——Do you think they think I'm too old?

Fortunately, this is a lively and the cutest kitten in the world.

"Who's Afraid" has entered the stage of a week of six rows.A few days ago, the crew received an invitation from the highest-level drama festival in the Chinese-speaking circle, and the other party hoped that "Who's Afraid" will be performed as the opening drama in early February.The leaders of the Grand Theater accepted it with a slap on the head, but this also meant that the work had to meet the audience half a month in advance.

The huge workload was put on the crew at once. Yin Xiaoran rehearsed from eight to nine, and had to recite lyrics when he got home. God blessed him to be able to sleep for six hours a day. This is still living in He Qingcheng's house... If it was back to his own set In the house on the Sixth Ring Road, it is estimated that I have to live directly in the theater.

Today, as usual, he bought a sandwich and a piece of iced soy milk at the convenience store downstairs, and he was going to eat it warm at home.Yin Xiaoran doesn't pay much attention to living alone. If Mr. He is here, no matter how tired he is after get off work, he will cook some noodles for the two of them, and at worst, he will order two or three dishes to take away.

Although Yin Xiaoran is overloaded with work every day, he can tidy up his clothes, look and look without feeling tired at all. This is the awakening of a male god.After the facade is tidied up, it will take a day to be energetic.Besides, he will have a video call with He Qingcheng tonight!

Yin Xiaoran went to the courier storage box in the community to pick up things, but couldn't get in after entering the password seven or eight times, and finally didn't bother to try, and planned to call the courier brother at work tomorrow to ask.

There was the aroma of food in the corridor, Yin Xiaoran couldn't help thinking, the aunt next door is cooking supper again?Looking at the sandwich in his hand, it's really pitiful.

Inserting the key into the lock, Yin Xiaoran didn't turn it clockwise, but turned it counterclockwise twice, but the door couldn't be opened after turning it.

What a loss...

He stood in the corridor where the food was fragrant and struggled with the keyhole for a long time, but finally the door was opened from the inside.

"He Qingcheng?!"

Yin Xiaoran looked at the person in front of him, was startled for a moment, then immediately threw the dinner in his hand, and jumped on Mr. He's body.

Yes!He didn't react to so many clues just now.The opened express box, the smell of food in the corridor, and the unlocked door are all hints that his husband is back!

He hugged He Qingcheng's neck, wrapped his legs around He Qingcheng's waist, and sucked He Qingcheng's cheek.As excited as the eighteenth elder brother suddenly inheriting the throne: "Why are you back!"

He Qingcheng didn't say a word, just smiled slightly, put down the person on his body, and held Yin Xiaoran's hand tightly.

"What's the matter?" Yin Xiaoran sensed something strange, withdrew his smile, and asked with concern.

He Qingcheng was about to speak when he heard an unfamiliar voice from the living room.

"Mr. Yin!"

A man with a low bun and deep facial features appeared in front of him.

The man stretched out his hand and walked over leisurely, with a smile on his face, but he had the most bleak temperament on his body, as if he was an emissary from hell who came to seek his soul and life.

"I am the owner of this house, and I am also Fang Zhiyu whom He Qingcheng swore to love forever."

The author has something to say: What should come will always come...