Extra·Spring Festival (1)

Extra 3·Spring Festival (1)
Xingye had just finished taking a shower and walked out of the bathroom to see Wenchengshu still in his bathrobe, holding a laptop and frowning. He walked over in his slippers, climbed onto the bed, and stretched his legs out over the covers to straddle Wenchengshu's lap. He picked up the laptop in front of Wenchengshu and gently placed it on the bedside table, all the while muttering, "Didn't your eyes feel uncomfortable? Why are you still looking at it."
Wen Chengshu took off his glasses and placed them on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose: "I'm not going to read anymore."
Xing Ye sneered, picked up the eye drops from the pillow, and knelt on the bed, using one hand to lightly brush Wen Chengshu's forehead, forcing him to tilt his head back: "Look up."
Wen Chengshu naturally leaned against the head of the bed, lifted his eyes and stared at Xing Ye's steaming face in the bathroom: "The winter vacation starts next week?"
"Yes." Xing Ye supported Wen Chengshu's eyelids with his fingertips, and his hand holding the eye drops bottle swayed back and forth. Wen Chengshu's eyeballs also followed and turned around. Xing Ye couldn't help but laugh, "Don't move."
Wen Chengshu's hand rested on his waist, also smiling, "I didn't move, you did."
A drop of cold eye drops suddenly touched his eyeball, and Wen Chengshu closed his eyes uncomfortably, "Are you going home for the holidays?"
“Come on, my home is so close. I've been staying at your place every weekend recently. Lao Xing even has opinions about it. He called yesterday and said, 'You've got a wife and forgotten your father.'”
Wen Chengshu chuckled softly.
Xing Ye opened his other eyelid and helped him put the eye drops in, then twisted the cap back on and put the bottle aside, relaxing and sitting on Wen Chengshu's lap.
"If you miss me, I'll come over, anyway the transportation is convenient now."
"Hmm." Wen Chengshu's eyelashes were very dense, with black lashes stained with the water vapor squeezed out of his eyes.
Xing Ye lightly wiped away the eye drops around his eyes with his thumb, then cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. After the kiss, it wasn't enough, so he continued to stick to Wen Chengshu's thin lips, rubbing them together, very sticky.
"Hmm..." Xing Ye stared at Wen Chengshu's nose, "Let me tell you something."
"Go ahead, what is it?" Wen Chengshu opened his eyes, with a watery glint in them, looking gentle under the warm yellow light of the wall.
"I was thinking, if you and Xiaonian don't have any plans to go on vacation for the New Year, would you like to come to my house for the New Year..." Xing Ye shrugged awkwardly, "Anyway, there's only me and my dad at home. We can't even gather enough people for a mahjong table during the big New Year, it's really dull."
Wen Chengshu raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at Xing Ye, without saying a word for a long time.
Xing Ye felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he cleared his throat and said, "Well, actually, I want to take you home for the New Year. You mentioned that your family celebrates the New Year quite quietly, so why not come with me? We can set off some fireworks in our small town, which is a blend of rural and urban areas..."
Wen Chengshu laughed, "The other side of Liuxiang is not considered a city and rural area combination."
"Is this the point?" Xing Ye stared at him for a while, slowly deflated, looked away and said, "Forget it, mainly I'm afraid you and Xiaonian are bored at home, there's no need to force you to meet my parents with me... Don't overthink it."
Wen Chengshu's hands supported his buttocks and lifted him up, and Xing Ye's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell into Wen Chengshu's arms. He raised his head and rubbed Wen Chengshu's chin with his nose, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
"Don't catch a cold." Wen Chengshu held up his buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled the blanket from under his bottom, lifted it up to cover him, and slightly turned to reach out and turn off the bedside lamp.
Xing Ye lay in his arms, his face against Wen Chengshu's broad chest, letting Wen Chengshu unbutton his pajamas, "Why are you taking off my clothes afraid of getting cold?"
Wen Chengshu tucked Xing Ye into the bed, turned over and pressed him down, his hand sliding along Xing Ye's waistline to his thighs, kissing from his forehead to his nose, his voice low, "How can you sleep without taking off your clothes."
It wasn't until two days before New Year's Eve that Wen Chengshu finally had some free time.
When Wen Yiniang was called out by him to go out and buy New Year goods, she was a little confused. When she arrived at the underground floor of the shopping mall with a big box and small bags of gifts, she saw the trunk was already filled with nutritional and health products. Her face was already full of smiles.
He handed the gift box in his hand to Wen Chengshu, watched Wen Chengshu tidy up the trunk, and smiled, asking mockingly, "Brother... where are we going?"
Wen Chengshu closed the trunk and casually helped Wen Yinian drape one end of the hanging scarf over his shoulder, then turned and walked towards the driver's seat: "How about we go to Xingye's house for the New Year this year?"
"Huh?" Wen Yinan widened his eyes slightly and quickly opened the car door to squeeze into the passenger seat. He awkwardly tried to conceal the joy on his face, rubbing his nose. "But, will we be disturbing them by doing this?"
Wen Chengshu glanced at Wen Yijian from the rearview mirror while starting the car: "Has Xing Ye been trying to persuade you since last month?"
“……”
Okay.
Xing Ye did indeed start trying to persuade him since last month, from how lively it is in Xiaoliuxiang during Chinese New Year, to how delicious the food is that Old Xing cooks. Since his parents passed away, Wen Yijian has basically never celebrated Chinese New Year properly again.
A few years ago, Wen Chengshu was too busy, and once he got busy, he didn't care whether he had a Chinese New Year or not. At this time, he would send Wen Yinan abroad to accompany his grandma and grandpa. Grandma and grandpa have been living abroad for a long time. Although they do not ignore traditional festivals, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival abroad is inevitably not strong enough. Later, following Wen Chengshu, it was even more casual, with a pre-ordered New Year's Eve dinner, symbolically cooking some frozen dumplings after the meal, taking red envelopes, and the New Year was considered to be over.
So when Xing Ye mentioned the strong New Year atmosphere in Liuxiang, he naturally yearned for it.
He just didn't expect that Wen Chengshu would actually agree.
Wen Yining secretly glanced at Wen Chengshu, who was driving, and then lowered his head to chat with Xing Ye on WeChat.
On New Year's Eve afternoon, Xing Ye moved a ladder and pasted couplets at the courtyard gate.
Xing Lijun poured out some extra starch paste, took a few bowls to share with the neighbors, and when he came back, he saw a black BMW turning into the alley here.
“Hey, hey, don't come in,” Xing Lijun put the remaining bowl of porridge on the ground and greeted the car, “There are too many cars in the alley during the New Year. Your car is too big. It will be difficult to get out if you drive in.”
Yan Lane is in the old district, where the neighbors have been living together for decades. They are so familiar with each other that they can count the number of rice grains in each other's rice jar. Xing Lijun is a typical warm-hearted person in the lane. He thought that most of the people coming now are here to visit their relatives in the lane, so they are not strangers and there is no need to be polite. He knocked on the car window and said to the person in the car, "Hey, brother, back up and turn into the alley along the road. There are fewer cars over there, and it's easier to get in and out."
The people in the car politely said thank you, and slowly backed the car into the alley. Xing Lijun followed alongside, helping him look at both sides: "Your car is expensive, you should park it inside during the Chinese New Year. The kids on the street are like little monkeys, don't let them scratch it again, it's really heart-wrenching... Hey, turn the wheel a bit to the left, hey hey, you're good."
After the car drove out of the alley, Xing Lijun stood at the intersection and looked back, making sure the car turned into the alley as he had instructed before slowly walking back home with his hands behind his back.
Xing Ye sat on the ladder with his legs crossed, cracking melon seeds. When Xing Lijun came over, he put the melon seed shells in his pocket and shouted at him, "I've been calling you for half the day, where have you been?"
"Give me directions." Xing Lijun looked up at him, "What do you want me to do?"
"There's no big character banner."
"It must have fallen inside the house, I'll go get it for you." Xing Lijun said as he walked towards the house, "You come down first, sit on top like a fairy, don't fall later."
"I've climbed up and down several times, I'll take a break."
Xing Ye was talking when the phone in his pocket rang. Sitting on the ladder, he stretched out one leg, took out his phone, and smiled as soon as he saw the incoming call display on the screen. He quickly answered, "Hello?"
On the other end of the phone was the voice of Wen Yinan: "Hey Ye! Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year, Xiao Nian! Where's your brother?"
"My brother is getting something from the car, he asked me to call you first. We have arrived, where is your house?"
"Already? So fast?" Xing Ye glanced at the time on his phone, hurriedly climbed down the ladder, and said, "I'll go to the intersection to pick you up."
"We had dinner and came over, my brother is here, I'll let him talk to you."
“Okay.” When Xing Ye jumped down from the last two rungs of the ladder, he accidentally stepped into the glue bowl that Xing Lijun had casually left on the ground. “—Damn it!”
As soon as Wen Chengshu answered the phone, he heard the commotion on the other end and asked, "What's going on?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing," Xing Ye furrowed his brows and stared at the blob of white stuff on his new sneakers, feeling a bit of a breakdown. He reached into his pocket, but couldn't find anything except for paper, so he shook his foot and ran towards the road, hopping and jumping, "Where are you guys?"
"We've reached the intersection."
Wen Chengshu's figure appeared at the intersection, wearing a black cashmere coat today, which set off his broad shoulders and long legs. Xing Ye smiled as soon as he saw him: "Old Wen! I see you! Handsome!"
"...Do I look very old today?" Wen Chengshu smiled, then his voice paused slightly, "What happened to your foot?"
Xingye happily ran towards him, while Wen Chengshu carried a large bag of gifts in one hand and a cellphone in the other. He subconsciously reached out to stop him, letting Xingye fall into his arms. After all, they were at their own doorstep, and no matter how bold Xingye was, he wouldn't dare to do anything inappropriate here with the eyes of the neighbors from the four blocks staring. Xingye calmly hooked his arm around Wen Chengshu's waist and stood up straight, taking the things in Wen Yinan's hand beside him, "Why did you bring so many things?"
Wen Yini has been hanging out with Xing Ye and his group at school for a long time, and they are also very open with each other, laughing, "Visiting to propose marriage."
"Oh - I really believed it." Xing Ye joked, and then turned his head to see Wen Chengshu smiling lightly next to him, not refuting. Xing Ye hopped on one foot to his side, leaning on his shoulder, glancing at him, "I really believed it."
“提亲这点东西怎么够。”温承书把手机放进口袋里，抬手搭在他背上，低头朝他脚上看，“脚受伤了？”
“没有，刚刚踩了浆糊，不敢着地，要不这鞋就不能要了。”邢野往他身上倾了倾，哭丧着脸说，“啊，我的新鞋——”
Wen Chengshu lightly patted his back and made a gesture as if to hold his waist: "Carry you back?"
Xing Ye took a quick step back, laughed and said, "Let's go, let's go, let's go home! My dad made beef meatballs, and he's waiting for you guys."
Wen Yiniang caught up and followed behind Xing Ye, "Brother, do you still have that pig-shaped steamed cake you mentioned yesterday?"
"Yes, I have it saved for you." Xing Ye hooked his arm around Wen Yiniang's neck and bounced towards home, "Miao Miao's house is quite close to mine, we can invite her over to set off fireworks tomorrow night...hehe, why are you blushing?"
"I don't have that kind of ability!"