I didn't let the fireworks in person, but I had a kiss under the fireworks.
Chi Xueyan likes such a small accident that deviates from the trajectory.
The fireworks of this night seem to have no pause. The night sky is constantly lit by sound and color, shining like a dream.
Lovers who had enjoyed enough of the fireworks walked out of the garden, returned to the room, and said Happy New Year to their families who welcomed the New Year together.
Sheng Xiaoyue, who stood in front of the window of the living room, quickly hid the things in her hand behind the sofa pillow.
A telescope that is the same as in my son's office.
She was just watching the fireworks in the sky, absolutely nothing else.
Chi Xueyan and He Qiao noticed her hurried movements and looked over with some surprise.
"Mom, are you looking for something?"
"...Ah? What is it?" Sheng Xiaoyue hurriedly changed the topic, "It's finally midnight. Are you hungry? Would you like to have a bowl of dumplings?"
"Or should we continue to eat Xiaochi's birthday cake?" She changed the topic, but couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. "Anyway, it's all sweet, very sweet--"
Chi Xueyan was taking off his scarf when he saw a round black corner on the edge of the pillow, which was a very familiar observation tool.
So he smiled, his eyes bent slightly, and he didn't expose her: "I want to eat sweet dumplings."
He Qiao also noticed the corner, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He replied in a warm voice, "I'm going to the kitchen to cook. Auntie should have bought it in advance, right?"
Sheng Xiaoyue walked bliskly to the kitchen: "She has prepared a variety of flavors. You don't need to cook. I'll do it myself. I can still cook dumplings. How about eating black sesame stuffing today?"
"By the way, go to the study to see your father and brother. They are both answering New Year's calls. Come to the restaurant in ten minutes."
"Okay."
The coat and scarf with the cold winter air were hung neatly on the hanger.
Before He Qiao went to the study to call people, he completely hid the telescope with the horse's feet behind the pillow.
Ten minutes later, the hot dumplings and five small porcelain-white soup bowls were served on the table.
After midnight, the moment of reunion and excitement.
The dumplings in the Chi Xueyan bowl are the most beautiful. They are all full and round, and a little color of the stuffing is seen under the soft skin. There is a kind of soft and cuteness, which makes people think of the ceramic rabbit chopsticks crawling on the table for no reason.
He sincerely praised Sheng Xiaoyue's level of cooking dumplings: "I can't cook such Peugeot dumplings, and the skin will definitely break."
The beautiful mother suddenly smiled and looked proud: "This is very simple."
In fact, she is about the same.
However, all the leftovers of the cooked products are served in the Hehuai gift bowl. Some dumplings are broken, and the sweet black sesame stuffing comes out. Next to them, there is also a white glutinous dumpling skin that has been scattered and the original shape cannot be seen.
He pretended not to notice or expose it, and ate it silently.
The Spring Festival Gala on TV is still going on. In the happy atmosphere of celebrating the New Year, it's time to give red envelopes to the younger generation after eating sweet dumplings.
The older you get, the faster time passes. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the two sons will grow up. After that, they will hold the New Year's money and red envelopes to imagine what age to buy.
In He Huaili's memory, the eldest son was introverted and sensible. He would press every red envelope under the pillow, following the original intention of pressing the New Year, just as his biological mother taught him when he was a child.
The second son, on the contrary, taught him to have fun and enjoy life in time, so every time he received the New Year's money, he spent it before the first month, which was used to buy his favorite game console and gifts for his family.
Today, He Xiao has passed his age and has not considered starting a family. He has put all his energy into his career. He is more like a workaholic than his father who founded the group business.
Instead, He Qiao got married early and was no longer greedy for fun. He had an ideal for the future. This ideal still contains innocence and enthusiasm, and he still cares for his family. The holidays will not be used for overtime and business trips, but only to accompany his lover and family.
Time flies, but the two children's tymenaments have not changed.
He Huaili witnessed their growth and his own old age.
It's another year of Spring Festival. There are more silver threads between the hair, and the energy is not as good as before.
In the year, he completed a lot of handover work one after another.
As his wife said, he has lived for more than 50 years and dares not stop moving forward every day. At first, it was a responsibility to his family, which was a family, and later it was a responsibility to the whole company and all employees, which meant countless families.
People are not machines. They will make mistakes and be tired.
It's time to rest.
Therefore, He Huaili finished eating the dumplings, put down the bowl, and said in a normal tone, "I plan to step down as chairman of the board of directors after the Spring Festival."
"In the future, you'd better choose what you like and let go of it. Don't feel too much pressure, and don't take it as a responsibility."
He is ready to hand over all the power in his hands to other senior board members and two equally excellent sons.
The industry of Wanjia Group is getting bigger and bigger, which has exceeded the level that one person can control alone. It is indeed a huge wealth that cannot be spent in a lifetime.
He Huaili is not worried that there will be a quarrel between rich families in this family. He knows that everyone's temper is not greedy for fame and fortune.
Living at this age, looking back at the young children, he only wants to tell: let go and do what you like, even if you don't want to inherit the family business, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, they now have the confidence to accept failure and have the freedom not to be bound by responsibilities.
This is the New Year's red envelope that He Huaili spent most of his life to seal.
No one was too surprised by the suddenly announced decision, which had been omen of it.
After a short silence, He Xiao asked him, "Will it be too fast?"
He looked as usual, as if he was just worried that his father would be too hasty to resign.
He Qiao gladly accepted his father's advice, as if he was looking forward to the shining future: "I will let go and do it."
Chi Xueyan had no interest in business. He looked at the porcelain bowl without dumplings.
In the clear soup, a drop of black sesame filling quietly scattered.
Under the calm water, the dark tide that only he knew spread.
For He Xiao, who has just learned the secret of time-traveling, "He Qiao" at this moment should be like a deep-sming villain.
For Chi Xueyan, He Qiao, who talks about his career like a villain, is the opposite of He Qiao, who concentrates on copying the flight records of the game.
It's like the AB side of an old-fashioned tape.
No matter which side, he likes it very much.
This ordinary and special birthday can be ranked in the top three of Chi Xueyan's favorite days.
In the standard New Year's Eve process he listed, there is one last thing left.
Go to bed after midnight.
Late at night, the continuous sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside finally subsided a lot. With the soundproof glass installed in the house, it will no longer affect sleep.
It was late at night, and the effect of sweets was added, and sleepiness began to sweep my mind.
He Qiao, who was replying to various New Year's greetings on his mobile phone, felt a gentle force coming from his shoulder.
Chi Xueyan, who was also replying to the message, almost couldn't sit still and subconsciously leaned on his shoulder.
He asked, "Are you sleepy?"
"Well, I want to sleep."
When Chi Xueyan answered, he nodded gently, and the soft hair rubbed his neck.
He Qiao's voice paused slightly: "...Then go back to the room."
When he put away his mobile phone and went upstairs with Chi Xueyan, he rarely had some silences that he didn't know how to open his mouth.
On the night when I don't play games anymore, the big bed in the dark burgure in the bedroom.
This is their first real bed and sleep together.
Even if the bed is spacious enough.
Even though Chi Xueyan's tone is very pure, she is just sleepy and wants to sleep.
But when I really went back to the room to get along alone and saw the only colorful and ambiguous bed, my heartbeat and thoughts were always disobedient.
What's more, the porcelain plate with half a strawberry has long been asynchronous contrast.
The left half is empty white, and the right half is a beautiful blooming crimson.
Chi Xueyan went to take a shower first.
When he came out, the hot air made his fair cheeks faintly red. He looked full of energy. Obviously, he was very sleepy, and even his hair was particularly scribled.
So He Qiao took the hair dryer and carefully dried his hair.
The wet and beautiful hair leaves clear water marks between his fingers, and it is evaporated by the continuous heat.
The noise of the hair dryer stopped, and finally the process of going to bed was over. Chi Xueyan no longer thanked his lover too politely.
He got on the bed naturally, quickly wrapped himself in the quilt, and took the initiative to say, "Good night."
"Good night."
He Qiao turned off the light beside the bed for him before walking to the bathroom alone.
It's very similar to the night after the wedding.
He guessed that when he came out of the shower, Chi Xueyan should have fallen asleep.
Instead, this made him sigh of relief invisibly.
Because he could sleep in another bedroom that day, but he still inexplicably lost sleep until almost dawn.
Today, we have to share a room, or even share a bed and sleep.
He Qiao can't imagine how to spend this night for the time being.
But at least, Chi Xueyan will sleep well.
However, when He Qiao took a shower and came out with light steps, he saw the bedside lamp he had turned off by himself turn on again.
The person who should have fallen asleep was leaning on the soft pillow and listening to the phone helplessly.
Hearing the movement from the door of the bathroom, Chi Xueyan looked over and hurriedly raised her hand to him, signaling him to come over.
"Mom, He Qiao wants to pay New Year's greetings to you."
He Qiao:...
He had sent a New Year's greeting to Chi Xueyan's parents who were abroad for the Spring Festival and honeymoon, although he did not receive a reply.
A few seconds later, He Qiao received a late reply from the receiver of his mobile phone.
Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan spoke a mysterious foreign language in unison that made people confused.
Chi Xueyan, who successfully threw the hot potato to Heqiao, explained beside him, "It means Happy New Year. It's the language over there. They learned this sentence this time."
The couple on the other end of the phone heard his ridicule. Han Zhenzhen immediately said logically, "He Qiao, don't listen to his nonsense! Hello and goodbye, we will do the same!"
The pond beside him chirped twice in cooperation, as if he was reciting a spell.
He Qiao still couldn't understand.
But he heard the helpless laughter of the people around him.
Chi Xueyan couldn't stand their strange accents, gave up the idea of sleeping, took the initiative to come over and demonstrated the correct pronunciation: "You've all gone there for the second time, why haven't I said it correctly?"
When the family of three went to the small island country near the Arctic Circle to see the aurora for the first time, they learned a few local idioms together.
Later, the couple quickly forgot the clean, but Chi Xueyan kept remembering it.
He Qiao still couldn't understand this small language, and only felt that the pronunciation of the people around him was very good.
It's like a more breathtaking spell.
He was very close, shoulder to shoulder, as if holding his arm, like an intimate partner, and the dim yellow light wandered on the low-drooping eyelashes.
... They suddenly lay on the bed together.
In my ears, there is the sound of wind and laughter drifting across the sea from 7,000 miles away.
And the gorgeous aurora in the imagination, a kind of beauty that can make people forget to breathe.
Han Zhenzhen shared his joy with them: "The Aurora I saw last night was more beautiful than the one a few years ago. I took a lot of videos and went home to show you."
Chizhong is racking his brains to retaliate for his son's sarcasm: "Maybe this is the feeling of a honeymoon. Even the scenery is quite beautiful. By the way, why haven't you two been on a honeymoon for so long?"
Then, Lao Chi asked himself, "Oh, because you have to go to work, it's really annoying to work in someone else's company, haha."
Chi Xueyan:...
Today was obviously the first day of the holiday, but being told by his father suddenly made him feel like he was going to the clinic tomorrow.
"I have annual leave."
He simply retorted and felt that this rebuttal seemed too weak in front of the two bosses, so he decided to end the conversation directly.
"I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Han Zhenzhen finally noticed the time: "Oh, it's almost two o'clock in China. Go to sleep, Yanyan. I'll say the last thing to He Qiao."
Chi Xueyan, who was woken up by the phone call, was actually not as sleepy as before. He lay back in the quilt and listened to his mother talking to He Qiao.
"I didn't even think about the honeymoon before. Do you have any plans? If not, I think we can go there in April. The temperature is comfortable in spring and the scenery is beautiful. There is a place that I have wanted Yanyan to go there for a long time. It would be better if you two went together..."
Mother's last sentence was very long. She nagged, and He Qiao's tone was always gentle and patient: "Okay, I remember it, Mom."
Hearing her lover call her mother like this, Chi Xueyan felt a little strange in her heart.
During the day, when He Qiao heard him call Sheng Xiaoyue in the same way, will he have a similar mood?
It seems to usher in a more thorough marriage.
Sharing everything with each other, even the originally unrelated blood relationship gives meaning.
When the call from the aurora land officially ended, the bedroom became quiet again.
In the air that suddenly became transparent, there was a fragrance that seemed to be nothing, which was the smell of taking a bath.
After a moment of silence, He Qiao looked away and asked him, "Do you want to turn off the light?"
"Hmm."
The lights went out, and the breathing around became more and more vivid.
Chi Xueyan thought that there was only one step left to the most thorough marriage.
He has been married for more than half a year, but he has never communicated with He Qiao about this matter.
Because at first, I didn't think it was necessary, I didn't really get married, and I didn't have any feelings, so I wouldn't involve this part.
But now, it's time for a formal discussion.
"I have something to tell you." He said, "Come here a little."
He Qiao, who was in the same bed, seemed to deliberately keep a distance from him.
After he asked, the breath was closer, but he didn't speak.
In the dark room, Chi Xueyan couldn't see his expression clearly, and he was very curious.
So he simply took the initiative to lean over and almost got into He Qiao's arms.
Feeling the sudden stiffening burning body temperature, Chi Xueyan thought that their attitude towards this matter was indeed different.
"You should find out that for me, love is an out of it."
As he spoke, the man who was suddenly attacked came back to his senses and stretched out his arm to hug him.
Chi Xueyan leaned on his chest and heard a vague response from above his head.
He Qiao responded in a very low voice.
Chi Xueyan said frankly, "So, so is sex."
He has not had much interest in any type of interpersonal relationships since he was a child, and he is not keen on intimate contact with people. It can be seen from being single for many years, and it can even be called cold.
Maybe it's because the abundant energy has been spent elsewhere.
He looks like a person who has been in countless relationships, but in fact he is a cold sex isolated from love.
This should be unexpected by He Qiao.
Now, Chi Xueyan still feels that intimate contact, including sex, is an oppensable thing.
Only after falling in love with He Qiao, he suddenly became very fond of the other's embrace.
Simply embrace each other.
However, he will also fully consider the mood of the other half.
Chi Xueyan continued, "But, if..."
His if he couldn't finish it.
Because the force of the hug seems to be a little heavier, and it is closer to the other party's heartbeat.
The heartbeat was noisy, and the arm hugging him was tight.
A slightly hoarse voice fell on the top of his hair: "It's time for you to go to bed."
It has an irresistible taste.
Chi Xueyan thought so and couldn't help laughing and calling him, "He Qiao."
In the night when only the moonlight was left, the breath close at hand asked him, "What's the matter?"
He answered honestly, "I just want to call you."
Then he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you going on your honeymoon in spring?"
It took a long time for the person to be called to answer.
"Sleep." He Qiao's words were short and powerful, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
He doesn't want to get out of bed to take a shower anymore.
Hearing the words, the person in his arms laughed again.
The warm breath and light laughter, like a butterfly gently stopped on the chest, setting off a colorful storm in the dark.
A moment later, the person who released the butterfly said good night to him again.
He also whispered his name again, and his voice was serious and soarse.
"Good night, He Qiao."