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Chapter 18

When Yin Xiaoran opened his eyes in a daze the next day, he stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before realizing that he didn't go home that night and stayed at He Qingcheng's house.

He turned over and smelled the refreshing citrus scent on the pillowcase, and couldn't help thinking that He Qingcheng woke up with this scent every day.

It is said that people have the strongest memory for smells, and the memories of many years can be brought to life with only a wisp of cooking smoke and a scent of flowers.But last night, Yin Xiaoran's memories were hot cocoa accompanied by roses, the mellow fruity aroma of wine, and the roasting of pine needles and cypresses...

The tables, chairs and furniture in this room have no signs of being used. Yin Xiaoran guessed that the guest bedroom of Mr. He's house was probably where he slept.

He looked up and saw a glass of white water on the bedside table.Did He Qingcheng prepare it?

In addition to the white water, the mobile phone was also placed there upright and charged.

Yin Xiaoran laughed suddenly, it turned out that this is how it feels to be taken care of.

Yin Xiaoran admitted that when he first fell in love with He Qingcheng, he really went for his looks.But after contacting them, I discovered that the benefits of old men are simply incomparable to those young men in their early 20s.

Young love is always passionate, just like Yin Xiaoran.But the more passionate the love is, the faster the temperature will dissipate.Two fiery hearts collided recklessly, and the sparks were brilliant but short-lived.

When watching fireworks, you have to look up. After watching for a long time, your neck will become sore and painful.Yin Xiaoran has exploded a lot of fireworks before, maybe because he is old, or maybe just because he is tired, he began to enjoy this kind of long tenderness.

He Qingcheng's tenderness and meticulousness are not artificial overnight.It must be a heart that can never be exhausted, slowly cultivated with time and kindness, and then given quietly.Like the warm sun in winter, it can never be enough.Without some experience in life, it is impossible to do it.

Yin Xiaoran even felt that such tenderness gave him the illusion of love.All behaviors are tolerated, and people become more confident.

After unwrapping the presents last night, Yin Xiaoran said he wanted something hot to drink, so He Qingcheng went to the kitchen to make hot cocoa for him, and put two marshmallows on top.

After the hot cocoa was finished, Yin Xiaoran said he wanted to drink again, so He Qingcheng took him to the wine cabinet to choose.Yin Xiaoran became bolder and said that his dimples should be nourished with the best wine, so He Qingcheng smiled and opened him the most expensive bottle.

After drinking for a while, watching the movie ended, it was past midnight.Yin Xiaoran didn't mention going home, and He Qingcheng didn't urge people to leave.Yin Xiaoran nestled in the corner of the sofa, covered with a blanket, and said that the room was too warm, and he wanted to eat sweets and ice cream.

He Qingcheng asked him to wait at home, put on a down jacket and went to the small supermarket downstairs to buy ice cream.

Two people who add up to more than 60 years old, lighted pine candles, one was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the sofa, and the other sat cross-legged on the ground, grilling the heater, eating vanilla ice cream, watching the vigil again movie.

"Are you sleepy?" Yin Xiaoran remembered that He Qingcheng asked him such a sentence as if yawning.

Yin Xiaoran leaned his head on the back of the sofa, hugging the pillow in his hands.Obviously just about to fall asleep, he still said "not sleepy" stiffly, pointing to the gift he just received to draw.

Yin Xiaoran really likes to see He Qingcheng draw with his head down seriously.

He Qingcheng's hair is a bit curly, and when painting, he has to stroke his bangs back from time to time.It was such gestures, under the flickering candlelight, mesmerizing.He Qingcheng's eyelids drooped, and the long eyelashes with their own curvature seemed to be attached to consciousness, which made people feel itchy.

Yin Xiaoran closed his eyes, listening to the rustling sound of the pencil touching the drawing paper.He knew that Mr. He was painting him.Every time I look up, I carefully observe a part of his face, and then draw his appearance on the paper.

Contours, eyebrows, nose bridge, lips... the light and shade of light and shade, the expression of expressions, if they are drawn stroke by stroke, do they just fall on the paper?

What about in your heart?

Yin Xiaoran asked He Qingcheng to draw another painting, not only because he was reluctant to part with this alone night...

The sketch was given back, and he had to leave something for Mr. He again.

A photo, a text message, a sketch, even the small box of pickles in the refrigerator are all thoughts.

If the fragrant roses by the table are his passion, then these daily routines are Yin Xiaoran's tenderness, the tenderness used to fill the time gap.

There are many great events in a person's life.

First walk, first time away from home, first love, first kiss.The above are all chapter names, which appear in the catalog of life, and you can find the trace after a little searching.

If the epitaph is written after death, it is also about important matters.When and where you become famous, when and where you become immortal.These are the abstracts of a book, the preface.

But a good book can't just look at the abstract and title.

In the story, the silky lingering, the fragrance of the grass, the mist in the mountains, and the evening wind of the rising moon, although inconspicuous, set the tone and are the most realistic composition.

What Yin Xiaoran has to do is to fill in these most practical components in He Qingcheng's life bit by bit.

Big event, the future is long.Surprise and sensation, he can always give.But Yin Xiaoran knew in his heart that what Mr. He wanted most was a steady flow of water.

Yin Xiaoran got up and walked to the living room wearing only socks.

"Mr. He?" He wasn't sure if He Qingcheng was awake, so he just called out softly.

"here."

Yin Xiaoran followed the voice to the study.

The door was not closed, the curtains were drawn, and the whole room was only illuminated by the light from the computer screen, which made He Qingcheng's face turn pale.

"Good morning, Mr. He." Yin Xiaoran said with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Yin."

Yin Xiaoran walked over and saw him drawing pictures. "Being busy early in the morning?"

He Qingcheng didn't look at the computer any more, and put down the mouse: "The company recently wants to bid for a public building project. I was lazy yesterday, and I have to make up for it today."

"Thank you, Mr. He, for your stay yesterday. Then I won't bother you. You are busy, so I will withdraw."

Yin Xiaoran is sensible, and he has already been late all night, so he will accept it when he sees a deal.

"Wait a minute." He Qingcheng stood up and opened the curtains. "It's snowing outside, let's go after breakfast."

Yin Xiaoran walked to the window and found that it was a heavy snowfall.

The cities they live in are dry, with low temperatures but not enough humidity.Occasionally, when it snows, it is just some ice particles falling, and the snow that will flutter and swirl like this makes people really happy to see it.

"It's the first snow this year." Yin Xiaoran was a little lost in thought.

He Qingcheng recalled for a moment: "Indeed."

"Does Mr. He know that Chuxue is very effective in making wishes?"

"Oh? Really? I haven't heard of it."

"Make a wish." Yin Xiaoran glanced sideways at He Qingcheng, and smiled slightly: "I wish Mr. He, every year there will be today, and every year will have today."

He Qingcheng's gaze followed a snowflake, swirling in the wind.He also asked with a smile: "Mr. Yin doesn't ask for anything, how can he make a wish for me?"

"Because Mr. He doesn't believe it. I'll make a promise for you. If it comes true, you can prove it."

Why Yin Xiaoran wanted to help He Qingcheng make a wish was naturally not just as he said.

He Qingcheng has him today and today, so the meaning of this wish is to let Mr. He have him by his side every year.

Christmas snow is always spiritual.

The author has something to say: I hope you will like the new chapter of Liver Explosion~