Extra Story: Spring Festival (2)

Extra 3·Spring Festival (2)
"If I had known you were coming to our house, I would have let you park the car in the courtyard and not make you take such a big detour," Xing Lijun handed the door couplet he had just found in the house to Xing Ye, then turned to greet the guests, "You just came, why did you bring so much stuff, too polite, come in quickly."
"Wait, wait a moment, I'll go back and change my shoes!" Xing Yehuo hurriedly handed the couplet back to Xing Lijun, pushed aside Wen Chengshu who was blocking him, and ran into the house.
"This child." Xing Lijun helplessly looks at Xing Ye, then turns his head to warmly ask, "It's New Year's Eve today, there must be a lot of cars on the highway, have you had lunch yet? If not, I'll make some for you. We just fried some small yellow croakers this morning, they're still fragrant."
"We've already had dinner at Uncle Xing's," Wen Yiniian said with a smile. "Yego sent me a photo at noon, and he even made steamed cakes, shaped like little pigs, so cute."
"Xing Ye insisted on making them himself, steamed a whole pot, they looked so ugly, couldn't even give them away," Xing Lijun said, placing the couplet on the ladder and leading the two into the courtyard.
Wen Chengshu looked up at the empty doorstep without a horizontal scroll, handed what he had in his hand to Wen Yiniann, picked up the couplet and said, "I'll put it up."
Wen Chengshu lifted his coat and climbed the ladder, and Xing Lijun stood beside him, feeling embarrassed and supporting the ladder. "Hey, how can we let guests do the work? This Little Wildcat is really...
Xing Ye changed his shoes, washed his hands, and came down from upstairs. Wen Yi Nian was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, eating steamed cake. Xing Ye took off the hair tie on his wrist, gathered his long hair and tied it behind his head, asking, "Where's your brother?"
“Watching fish with uncle in the yard,” Wen Yiniann said, pointing outside, then suddenly remembered something and laughed, “Bro, why is there a sculpture in your yard?”
"Just showing off a bit. People passing by can tell that we're a family involved in the arts." Xing Ye picked up a fried small yellow croaker from the plate on the coffee table and turned to leave. "Let me see who's come. Oh, by the way, there's a PS4 under the TV cabinet. If you want to play, just plug it in as if it's your own home."
When Xing Ye came out of the house, he saw Wen Chengshu and Xing Lijun squatting by the pond with their backs to him. Wen Chengshu was nodding and agreeing with Old Xing as if he were being scolded by a teacher before junior high school. Xing Ye leaned against the door and watched them for a while, feeling that Wen Chengshu's back was stiff, before calling out to them, "It's freezing cold, what are you two squatting at the door for?"
"Oh, you bet." Xing Lijun quickly got up, "Hurry inside, don't catch a cold."
Wen Chengshu followed and walked over. When he passed by Xing Ye, Xing Ye handed him a small piece of fish, turned and looked at Xing Lijun, nudged him with his eyes, and whispered, "Nervous?"
Wen Chengshu rubbed his head and said, "It's okay."
Xing Ye smiled and followed him into the house.
Xing Ye had told Xing Lijun in advance that he wanted to invite friends to the house for Chinese New Year, and also briefly explained to Xing Lijun the situation at Wen Chengshu's house. Xing Lijun felt sorry for him after hearing about it, and became overly enthusiastic when he met them. Wen Yini was fine with it, but Wen Chengshu didn't feel comfortable. A person in their thirties being patted on the shoulder and called "good boy" would make anyone feel a bit uncomfortable. Xing Ye watched Wen Chengshu's gradually collapsing expression and laughed heartily on the sofa while peeling oranges.
The ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner were prepared in advance, so it was not much trouble. During the leisure time, Xing Ye went to the kitchen to help.
It was still some time before the meal, and Xing Ye glanced towards the kitchen. He moved closer to Wen Chengshu and offered him a piece of orange slice: "How about going upstairs to rest for a while?"
Wen Chengshu bit his finger that was in his mouth, which had a slightly bitter taste of orange peel. He calmly placed his hand behind his back and put his arm around Xing Ye's waist, saying, "Shall we go to your room and take a look?"
"Let's go." Xingye stuffed the remaining oranges into his mouth, grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands, and then pulled Wenchengshu up, "I happen to have something good to show you."
Xingye's room was not unfamiliar to Wenchengshu, as they had basically never stopped video chatting. The room was not very big, with walls painted in a light grey-blue color, and the decor was simple. Except for the messy-looking paint boxes piled on the bookshelf, the rest of the room was neat and tidy.
Before Wen Chengshu had a chance to look around, his gaze stopped at the canvas hanging above the bed. He paused and walked over, "Hmm? When was this painted?"
Xing Ye locked the door, walked over, and embraced Wen Chengshu from behind, standing on tiptoe with his chin resting on his shoulder as he leaned in to look at the painting on the wall, "A long, long time ago, back when you didn't pay much attention to me."
"Where have I ever ignored you?" Wen Chengshu pulled his arm and pulled him into his arms from behind, "When we first met?"
"Hmm... I don't even know if we can call it 'met'," Xing Ye said. "To be precise, it was when I decided to start unilaterally crush on you."
“Have you ever had a crush?” Wen Chengshu laughed.
He looked up at the painting, in front of him the painting had a pure black background, only using simple white lines to outline the silhouette of a hand, the hand in a pen-holding pose, the smooth and delicate lines extending all the way to the wrist bone, the fingers long and knuckles distinct, a small mole on the tiger's mouth, like a star embellishment on the pitch-black canvas.
“Of course, when I didn't know who you were, what else could it be but a secret crush,” Xing Ye said, grabbing his hand and leading Wen Chengshu a few steps forward before sitting him down on the bed.
At noon, Wen Chengshu drove for more than two hours, and then spent the afternoon sitting downstairs with Old Xing. Xing Ye knelt on the edge of the bed, reached out and grabbed Wen Chengshu's shoulder, helping him massage his shoulder: "You asked me before what was hanging on the wall in my dorm room, but I was too embarrassed to let you see it."
Wen Chengshu turned his head to look at him and said, "Now why are you being so shameless again?"
"Now that I've already fooled you, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Xing Ye pushed Wen Chengshu's face back, propped his elbow against his shoulder, rubbed it for a while, and then laughed, "I've done quite a few bad things to it."
Wen Chengshu grabbed the person and pushed them onto the bed, covering them. He slid his hand down and hooked a finger around their waistband, raising an eyebrow. "What naughty thing did you do? Show me."
Xing Ye grabbed his hand and laughed, scolding, "You stinky rogue, have you no shame."
Wen Chengshu lowered his head and kissed his nose, sliding his hand into his pants: "You've already tricked me into getting what you want, what shame do you still need."
"Damn..." Xingye's breath gradually became disordered, he closed his eyes and pressed down on Wen Chengshu's neck.
Until Wen Chengshu finished washing his hands and came back, Xingye was still lying on the bed in a sprawled position, his breathing slowly calming down.
Wen Chengshu sat down beside the bed: "Are you asleep?"
"Exhausted," Xing Ye said with his eyes closed, then opened them and looked at him, "Every time you use your hands, I feel like I'm going to die in your hands."
Wen Chengshu stared at him for a moment, unable to find any blush on his face, and helplessly tapped on his forehead before reaching out his hand to him, "Come on, get up."
Xing Ye was pulled up by him, reaching out to pull her loose ponytail and handing the hair band to Wen Chengshu, blinking and looking at him: "Brother, can you help me comb my hair?"
Wen Chengshu took his hair tie and stood up, picking up a horn comb from the desk next to him. He walked over and sat behind Xing Ye: "If it hurts, let me know."
Xing Ye gathered his hair onto his back and sat up straight: "Okay."
Wen Chengshu combed gently, gathering each strand of hair one by one. Suddenly Xing Ye asked, "Brother, should I cut off my hair?"
"Hm?" Warm Chengshu paused in his actions, "Why do you want to cut it?"
Xing Ye tilted his head slightly and said, "Do you think it's strange that I have long hair? Every time I go to your company, people stare at me."
"Don't cut it," Wen Chengshu continued to comb Xing Ye's hair.
Xing Ye smiled: "Isn't it firing if you keep looking?"
"Not firing." Wen Chengshu also laughed, "What will you eat if everyone is fired?"
Xing Ye clicked his tongue: "I was just about to say that you have a bit of a taste of a domineering CEO."
Wen Chengshu sighed, half seriously and half jokingly, "Even a domineering CEO has to make a living."
"How sad," Xingye said. "Why don't you retire, and I'll take care of you from now on."
"Agreed." Wen Chengshu said.
Xing Ye saw that he didn't even hesitate to agree, and immediately felt happy: "Don't you want to put up a fight? Defend your male dignity?"
"Let me borrow your male dignity first." Wen Chengshu placed the comb on his lap and tied up Xing Ye's hair. "Ponytail?"
"Stop kidding,"
"..." Wen Chengshu remained silent for a moment. "No."
Xingye laughed out loud: "Then why do you ask."
"...I just asked casually."
"Hahaha, then give me two ponytails. I have ribbon in my drawer, we can tie them into butterfly bows."
“……”/p