How can she come to your house for New Year's Eve!

He Yu can't explain why he wants to go to Xie Qingcheng's house for the holiday.

Now that the love-hate relationship is over, the entanglement is over, and it's time for him to be done with Xie Qingcheng.

Before he left the group, he also promised Xie Qingcheng that he would not force Xie Qingcheng to do something he didn't want to do in the future, to put it more plainly, he would not force Xie Qingcheng to have sex with him.

The two of them, some time ago when they were alone, almost always body communication than verbal communication. Now that physical communication is over, Xie Qingcheng's attraction to He Yu should be greatly reduced.

But he seemed to want to see him more.

Maybe it's the secret that only they know in the world that still binds them together? -- He Yu doesn't know.

He swiped his phone back and forth several times throughout the day, checking it every few minutes.

Xie Qingcheng didn't return his messages.

All day long, no reply.

That means that Xie Qingcheng's rejection of him was already obvious.

He didn't plan to spend the holidays with He Yu.

He Yu did not die, wait until nine o'clock in the evening, finally could not help but give Xie Qingcheng a phone call.

"Did you see my message?"

"He Yu, what's the news?" The opposite party spoke, and it was actually Xie Xue's voice.

A year ago, He Yu would never have imagined that he would one day be so disappointed to hear Xie Xue's voice.

"Put Professor Xie on the phone, I have something to talk to him about."

"Professor Xie is in the shower." Xie Xue didn't have the heart to say, "It's just as well you have something to say to your teacher Xie."

"Wash ......"

He Yu uncontrollably began to think of Xie Qingcheng standing under the shower, with broad shoulders and long legs, a thin waist and slender bones, and a little bit of magnificent vermillion at the back of his neck.

His heart heated up.

"Hello?" Xie Xue saw that he didn't reply and urged, "Hello? Say something."

He Yu tried to sound calm and unconcerned, "I really have something to do, you give him the phone and ask him to pick it up."

"Then you can call back later."

"Urgent."

Xie Xue had no choice but to step on her slippers and da-da-da-da to the bathroom door, open a crack, stick her hand in, and turn her head away, "Brother! You have an emergency call!"

He Yu listened on his cell phone, hearing the sound of the shower's clattering water and the man's muffled response.

He pictured that image for a moment, imagined the man's crystalline water-stained hand taking the call, and felt a sudden heat haze from the bathroom that seemed to steam up along the cell phone signal, warming his face a little.

There was a rustling on the phone, followed by Xie Qingcheng's voice: "Hello."

"...... Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu's throat tightened for a moment, lusted at by the association of the man's shower and choked by the fact that the man had ignored him earlier.

"You wanted to see me in a hurry?"

"...... hmmm."

"Unwell?"

He Yu inhaled and glanced down, "...... I don't know, that probably doesn't qualify as uncomfortable. Though it does seem pretty uncomfortable."

"......"

If Xie Qingcheng had been on the Internet, he would have known that the feedback to an answer like He Yu's would have been, "Listening to what you say is like listening to what you say."

But he doesn't get on much, so he says, "Where's the discomfort."

He Yu very much wanted to have a telefono play with him, but thinking of the promise he had just made, he had to say, "It s ...... just not comfortable in his heart."

"Hmm?"

"You haven't been returning my messages."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and Xie Qingcheng's tone was clearly irritated, "Is this your emergency?"

Instead of answering, He Yu simply asked, "Can I come to your house and spend New Year's Eve with you?"

Xie Qingcheng : "Inappropriate."

"But ......"

"You should be with your family for the New Year. I'm not your relative, so go back to Yanzhou with your parents."

"......"

"Hang on."

Xie Qingcheng really hang up, He Yu not even a little bit of nonsense to save the opportunity to hear the phone beeping busy sound.

He Yu slammed his cell phone down and got depressed again.

Strange Rain Lane Xie's house.

Xie Qingcheng, with dark eyes and dripping black hair, walked out in a bathrobe.

Xie Xue bites on a yogurt straw, "Brother, why is he looking for you? What's the emergency?"

"No, he's got nothing to do."

"Nuts ...... So did he disrespect you and contradict you?"

Xie Qingcheng : "...... no. What's the point of asking so many questions."

Xie Xue skimmed, "Because every time you're with him nothing good happens, and I still can't figure out how the two of you got stuck in the crew's reservoir together ...... What's he always pestering you for, and you don't have any milk for him to drink."

"......" Xie Qingcheng cold face, "How many times have I said that girls should be subtle in their speech, and also, it's already almost ten o'clock, so hurry up and go take a bath and go to bed."

Xie Xue could only give an oh-so-submissive sigh and condescendingly finished the yogurt in two gulps, and went to wash up under her brother's high-handed rule.

In the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve has arrived.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue finished cleaning up together, and then started to work with their neighbors to put up lights and decorations, and move tables and set up chopsticks. This year, Stormy Lane had a long-table feast, which means that more than ten tables were set up in the alley to form a long table, and the neighbors prepared their own special dishes, which is usually a way of celebrating festivals in places where neighbors have good relations.

Uncle Liu lifted out the TV set, set up at the end of the long table at the highest place, and the eighties everyone watched the women's volleyball game similar to the intention to play the Spring Festival gala in this way.

As a result, the little kid giggled so hard that he took a projector and projected it directly onto the curtain on a large screen.

"Master and Uncle, now you can look at it like this!"

Li Miaoqing, on the other hand, is holding a pipa. After all, she spent time in nightclubs when she was young, and it was a must for nightclub girls to learn to play the pipa at that time. She was sitting on a low stool, spinning the axle and plucking the strings, smiling and playing a couple of Suzhou pinyin, when a little girl approached her and begged her to play the theme song of an animated movie. Li Miaoqing put on her presbyopia glasses and started searching for scores on the Internet. ......

"Dr. Xie, I have enough cabbage for the dumplings, drive me to the vegetable market, I'm afraid it'll be closed later."

"Get a little more flour, too."

Xie Qingcheng finished his work and took the car keys to take the neighbor's wife to the vegetable market to pick up cabbages.

But he didn't expect that when he drove back again he would meet a man at the door of Stormy Lane--

"Ya, to hell with it, there are still people eating beef vermicelli at roadside stalls on a day like this?" The first person to notice that person was not Xie Qingcheng, but the lady in the passenger side who was looking left and right.

The older woman stared out with bullfrog-like eyes, straining to see.

There are several very cheap stalls at the mouth of their alley, and today almost all of those stalls have closed, with only one selling Huainan Beef Soup still sticking around in the cold wind.

The owner of the store is a financial fan, life's greatest hobby is to make money, she firmly believe that as long as she does not close, even when the radio station to play the "unforgettable night", there will be customers to visit her beef soup store.

How can you close on New Year's Eve night?

See, sincerity is the key to success, and the guests are here!

Xie Qingcheng stopped the car and looked out to see He Yu sitting at a greasy little table on the side of the road, drinking steaming hot beef vermicelli soup bit by bit.

It's so fucking perfect, it doesn't even deserve a pie.

A young man sitting alone in a windy place on New Year's Eve, shivering noodles, is so miserable that any woman would not be curious and distressed to see him.

Xie Qingcheng The neighbor lady on the co-pilot's side is no exception, "Doctor Xie ah, let's go down and ask, what's the situation with this child."

"...... don't need it. Look at him in that scantily clad."

"Ah ah, bright and beautiful does not mean that the child heart no problem ah. Two days ago the newspaper is not also published that ...... what rich second generation because of the lack of parental care home suicide? As long as a little more care in society, there can be a little less of this poor thing ...... You don't care about me, I get off to ask." Damsel said to open the door.

Xie Qingcheng was rendered helpless by her anxious roar and sighed, "Okay, okay Auntie, don't be in a hurry, you get off and go back to the house to warm up first. This person I know, I'll ask, I'll ask okay?"

Satisfied with this, the older woman went back to the alley with a stiff frame, carrying a pile of cabbage and meat pies.

At the end of the day, he didn't forget to yell to Xie Qingcheng, who was getting out of the car and locking the door, "Since you know each other, why don't you just invite someone's kid over for dinner?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng is really pissed off beyond words.

He walked to the Huainan Beef Soup Shop with a sullen face.

Boss lady: "Handsome guy is having some today--"

"I'll talk to this guy."

The boss's wife showed an offended look, but she was not in a good position to force the purchase and walked away in resignation.

Xie Qingcheng came to He Yu's small table and watched as He Yu lowered his soft lashes and took small sips of his soup.

"The eldest young master drank beef soup on New Year's Eve, how come you didn't choke to death."

He Yu looks up in mock surprise, "Ah, Dr. Shea."

"......"

"I've been looking for a place to eat for a long time, but all the other places are closed and this is the only one open. Are you in the way?"

Xie Qingcheng doesn't even want to talk nonsense with him.

With a nanny and a cook, and his family invested in many of the city's luxury hotels, would He Yu need to shiver in the cold with a bowl of beef soup that's thinner than paper?

He made it clear that he did it on purpose.

But this trick is also really underhanded to be very effective, the smell of tantalizing New Year's Eve dinner has already wafted out from within the Strange Rain Lane, and intermittently some children running out and old people pacing out can all take a glance at this boy who is drinking soup in solitude on the windy side of the road. It was too eye-catching.

They were mingling at the long table in the alley, while Mr. He was out in the cold and miserable, and actually managed to create some effect of "the stench of wine and meat at the vermilion door, and the frozen bones on the road".

Xie Qingcheng naturally could not let He Yu silently ruin the neighborhood's elegance, stood in place for a moment, and said grimly, "Stand up. Pay the money and follow me."

The Neighborhood Family Feast has begun.

Mr. He, who was a profligate spendthrift, was quite content to have an inch of room at the sumptuous but not ostentatious feast. He behaved modestly, gently and humbly, and soon became a favorite guest at the long banquet. Except for Xie Xue, who rolled her eyes at him, and Xie Qingcheng, who didn't care about him, the others either gave him food or poured wine for him.

"Oga, why are you spending the holiday alone?"

"My parents work too much ......"

"Poor poor poor."

"Koga, how old are you?"

"It's almost 20."

"Oh ...... have a girlfriend? I'll tell you Oh, I have a niece who is very pretty, studying acting in Yanzhou, a sophomore ......" Auntie rambled enthusiastically.

Of course, He Yu is not the only one selling the family girls, and he is soon surrounded by a group of older women.

"My daughter is in France, she'll be back soon. She's a bit older than you, but she's young at heart and good looking, so I'll show you a picture."

"My niece is a Chinese-Japanese hybrid, the eyes of the watery, not to mention how lovely, their photos do not count, photos can be p's well, I have this is a video, Xiao He you see if there is interest."

"Bah, stinky old woman, you can be beautiful in your videos too, okay?"

Seeing that the neighbors are half-joking, half-serious, they're on the verge of getting into a fight.

He Yu smiled, "It's all pretty good, it's just that I just fell out of love before and I haven't quite gotten over it yet ......"

The women sniffed more compassionately.

"Ouch, it's not easy to find such an infatuated male child these days."

"What girl is so picky, how come she doesn't even like you."

He Yu smiled again and lowered his eyelashes, "It's because I'm not good enough, I guess."

Xie Qingcheng listens, his face tense, as he eats his dumplings without expression, turning his eyes to the big screen to watch the dance program, as if the palette of the Spring Festival Gala had been tipped over.

But to be honest, the thought of that made him angry.

He Yu fell out of love with a girl, he witnessed the whole thing, although he still doesn't know who the girl that He Yu had a crush on was, but he thinks that since He Yu liked the other girl so much, something should have happened behind the scene to make He Yu say nothing about that girl.

Even if he doesn't mention it, He Yu has completely given up on himself and started having gay sex.

If you do, you're still on your own.

Xie Qingcheng thought coldly for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he simply got up and left his seat, taking the excuse of going to help with the dumplings, and went to the communal kitchen in the alcove.

Unfortunately, several aunts and masters and uncles were busy in the kitchen, and when they saw him come in, they thought he was in the way and kicked him out again.

Xie Qingcheng had to sit back in his seat and continue eating the New Year's Eve dinner indifferently.

As a result, before I could pick up my chopsticks, I saw a small noodle man placed by my dinner plate.

"......" He thought at first it was some kid's toy that had been left with him and forgotten to take it away.

On a second look, the noodle man is made of two Little dragons, with vivid whiskers and claws, and a naive appearance.

He Yu smiled a little and sidled over to say, "I saw it on the road and bought it in passing. Sending it to you."

Straight Man: "What does ...... mean? Kids toys?"

He Yu sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Xie Qingcheng, noodle man is a traditional craft. You have to know how to appreciate art."

"Why two dragons?"

"......"

Hearing him ask that, He Yu completely stopped smiling, he straightened up, his face expressionless, and if you distinguish it carefully, you can still recognize the sudden unhappiness between his eyebrows.

He said stiffly, "Guess for yourself."

Xie Qingcheng : "This is not the year of the dragon."

"Has nothing to do with what year."

"I'm not a dragon."

"It has nothing to do with the Chinese zodiac."

"I don't like dragons either."

"...... Who cares what you like."

Xie Qingcheng felt that his attitude suddenly became inexplicable, as if his sister-in-law had turned over her face.

He was a little impatient, "I can't guess, no more."

He Yu quickly collapsed, and when he looked down he could even see his cheeks slightly puckered, obviously angry and unwilling to say so.

He took back the Little dragon mask in Xie Qingcheng's hand and clutched it tightly in his own hand: "I don't have any vision, I won't appreciate it, forget it. I don't have to give it to you, I can keep it for myself."

Xie Qingcheng : "Do you like dragons?"

He Yu: "I like--"

Suddenly fishy.

What does he like?

He couldn't say it.

The boy simply went wan and silent again, looking down himself and picking silently at the small, faceted dragon's scales.

He Yu discovers that Xie Qingcheng doesn't understand at all that deep down inside themselves, they are two lone dragons who are alien to normal people. That's why he gave him this as a New Year's gift.

Xie Qingcheng This person is really not romantic at all, just like a polytechnic man dead dog, thanks to his own in the cold wind a thousand instructions to let the master of the noodle to pinch two dragons, to be very similar, a fire red, a frost silver. He also asked the master to carve his and Xie Qingcheng's initials on the scales of the dragons. ......

It's really a stupid fucker paying tribute to a stupid fucker! Dumb ass to the house!

He grimaced and keyed out all the stupid initials, and finally snapped Little dragon, threw it on the table, turned his head to chat with the older woman's grandfather and uncle, and never cared about Xie Qingcheng again, continuing to be his socialite middle-aged and elderly groupie to go.

The meal didn't end until nine or ten o'clock, and except for He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, who were the wrong couple, everyone was chatting happily and enthusiastically, with melon seeds and peanuts all over the place.

Accidents come suddenly.

The first place that was in disarray was against the mouth of the alley. Something seemed to have happened there, and the laughter came to an abrupt end, but the people sitting against the inside of the alley hadn't reacted yet, and were still bragging and kibitzing.

It was not until the silence spread like a rising tide that the people inside realized the anomaly and turned back to-

"What's wrong?"

"What happened? ...... Ah!" The man who had spoken drew a cold breath as he took a good look at the situation, "Oh my god ......"

"How did this happen ......"

"How is she ......?"

The unusual movement became more and more obvious, and in the end even Xie Qingcheng, who had been a bit distracted, turned his head slightly sideways and glanced at it carelessly.

Just one look.

There was a buzz in his head and the blood instantly receded from his face.

There's a man coming--

Standing apprehensively at the mouth of the alley was a woman.

She looked about thirty years old, very pretty, she had applied some makeup and was wearing heavy and expensive furs, but what was strikingly different from her elegant dress were the bruises on her face that even her makeup couldn't cover.

The woman was carrying a Hermes bag, but stood awkwardly in the midst of all the complicated stares.

This face, not to mention the residents of Strange Rain Lane, even He Yu can't forget it--

She is the ex-wife of Xie Qingcheng, Li Ruoqiu.