The feeling of being reluctant to leave is different every time...

Yangliu'an has always been bustling. As the New Year approaches, the neighborhood committee set up a table in the open space next to the flower bed and held a Spring Festival couplet writing competition. Residents gathered around, all eager to try their hand.

Wen Zichuan was passing by while buying groceries, so he took a picture of the "grand occasion" and sent it to Cheng Sizhou: "I'm sending you to participate and win a rice cooker."

Cheng Sizhou replied with a cocky Shiba Inu: "These are just old men and old women competing, I can't bring myself to do anything."

Wen Zichuan stared at the screen and laughed unconsciously twice. Afraid of being seen, he quickly lowered his head and went into the apartment building.

Normally, they both have their own work schedules, and he is busier at work. Sometimes he is busy in the recording studio catching up on progress and doesn't come back until eleven or twelve at night.

In order to ensure that he could have a hot meal as soon as he got home, Cheng Sizhou, who had a relatively stable get off work schedule, took care of almost all the housework. He bought groceries and cooked different dishes every day, fearing that he would not eat enough or eat well.

These days, the two of them just happened to switch jobs. Cheng Sizhou had to go back to work, so Wen Zichuan, who was already on vacation, volunteered to buy groceries, cook, and feed him.

"I followed the recipe, why is everything sticking to the pan?"

"When making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, should I put the tomatoes in first or the eggs?"

"I only added half a spoonful of salt, why is it so salty?"

To be honest, before Wen Zichuan went to college, he ate meals cooked by his mother, ate in the cafeteria at university, and ate out at work. When he ran out of money, he would buy some instant noodles and snacks to make do. Apart from knowing how to cook rice in an electric rice cooker, he found everything else difficult.

Look at those meats and vegetables. You have to compare prices from three different stores before buying them. After buying them, you have to wash them twice, then peel them or pick them into sections. The meat is slippery to cut and is sticky and oozes blood.

After the ingredients are processed, they still need to be put into the pot. I don’t know which one should be put in first, how high the heat should be, how many times to stir-fry, whether to add water, whether to add seasonings, and when it is considered cooked and ready to eat.

Today is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. He has to go back to Fengbo tomorrow. He wanted to make a farewell dinner for them to enjoy together, but it seems... he failed.

"Brother Zhou, when you get off work, let's go out for dinner." Wen Zichuan was deflated and lay on the sofa to send a message to Cheng Sizhou.

"You said it's too late. I've already bought some groceries and am on my way home." Cheng Sizhou, his hands full, sent him a voice message in reply, "Isn't our Teacher Wen very motivated? Are you giving up so soon?"

"I admit, I can't."

"A man can't say he can't do it. Wait until I come back and I'll teach you."

"But I don't want to learn."

“There are rewards.”

"What reward?"

"secret."

Wen Zichuan held the phone in his hands, secretly complaining that it was "childish", but he couldn't help but look forward to it.

He sat up and took a look. The stove was a mess. He was reluctant to throw away the failed "experiment" in the pot, but Brother Zhou was such a nice person that he would definitely not be willing to blame him, a rookie.

Ten minutes later.

"Wen Zichuan——!! Come here!!"

Wen Zichuan walked closer, leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and rubbed his hands.

Cheng Sizhou put his hands on his hips, looking furious and desperate: "Are you making biological weapons, or are you planning on making a pot of poison to get rid of me?!"

Wen Zichuan hesitated: "Don't say that. It's New Year's Day, it's unlucky."

Cheng Sizhou wanted to pull his ears, but just as he reached out his hand, he was met with a pitiful expression on his face, so he had to hold back his anger: "You didn't think it was unlucky when you did it, but you think it's unlucky when I say it? Call dad, dad will clean up your mess."

Wen Zichuan puffed up his cheeks and said, "No, you can't be as unreliable as my dad. Can you call me something else?"

Cheng Sizhou was annoyed: "What are you shouting?"

Wen Zichuan suddenly hugged his neck and leaned close to his ear: "Call you...husband."

“…”

The floor tiles in the kitchen were so smooth that Cheng Sizhou almost fell down while standing there without moving.

Wen Zichuan giggled. Although he pretended to be fine, his face, ears, and neck were completely red.

"Get out." Cheng Sizhou looked embarrassed. This was really like a bird-hunter being pecked in the eye. He was born with a loose mouth. He could tease gods and ghosts. He was a veteran and experienced person, but he didn't expect to be teased by this little bastard!

"Huh?!" Wen Zichuan found his panic so funny that he decided to strike while the iron was hot and use his expertise to play a trick on him. "Brother Zhou! You actually, actually want to kick me out? I swear to God, it was those vegetables that jumped into the pot and burnt themselves. I'm innocent, Brother Zhou—!"

Cheng Sizhou put his hands on his shoulders and forced him to turn around: "Now, go take a shower and put the dirty clothes in the washing machine. Also, don't enter the kitchen without my permission!"

Wen Zichuan laughed so hard that he covered his stomach: "Okay, Brother Zhou! It's no problem, Brother Zhou!"

After taking a shower, he changed into a comfortable flannel pajamas and lay on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone while watching Cheng Sizhou stirring the pot in the kitchen.

He had seen Brother Zhou cook countless times and had tried it himself. He knew that although cooking was a small thing, it took a lot of patience and love to make every meal nutritious and delicious.

Brother Zhou’s cooking is delicious, which proves that he is a patient and caring person. Such a person is hard to find even with a lantern. I don’t know why some people don’t cherish him.

"Wow, it smells good! Did you cook osmanthus wine?" The sweet aroma penetrated his nose, and Wen Zichuan immediately got up, lying on the back of the sofa and looking towards the kitchen, like a greedy little bear craving for honey.

"I know you like this. Get up and have dinner." Cheng Sizhou served the fermented rice wine and brought it to the table. He added two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and a sumptuous dinner was ready.

Because he had just taken a shower and drank a few more sips of fermented rice wine, a few beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Wen Zichuan's nose.

Cheng Sizhou wiped him with a tissue and asked, "Is Brother Zhou's cooking delicious?"

Wen Zichuan nodded seriously: "Mm, delicious."

Cheng Sizhou laughed again: "If it tastes good, eat more. If you want to eat it next time, it will take at least a week."

"I don't have to stay home for that long. I don't have many relatives anyway, so I don't need to visit them during the New Year."

"You should stay a few more days. Your mother is alone at home, so you should spend more time with her."

"Well, you want to go back and be with your parents too, right?"

"I have to go back home for the New Year's Eve dinner. If my dad doesn't mind me being annoying, I'll stay home for a few more days."

"Brother Zhou," Wen Zichuan put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "Except for the time we went to the imperial capital, it seems like I've never been apart from you for so long."

"It's okay. It's vacation time. There's nothing to do. We can just video chat."

"At your parents' house, did they let you video call me?"

"Hey, why are you feeling wronged again? Come here, let Brother Zhou hug you."

Wen Zichuan threw himself into Cheng Sizhou's arms, like a traveler in the snow and wind encountering a blazing bonfire, and was reluctant to leave.

Cheng Sizhou hugged him tightly, stroking the back of his neck with his long, beautiful fingers. "How about this, I'll go home first, and then talk nonsense in front of my dad. Once he gets angry and kicks me out, I'll go to Fengbo to find you, okay?"

"No, he'll think I seduced his son, and I won't be able to clear myself even if I jump into the sea."

"Didn't you seduce me? Who just whispered something in my ear?"

Wen Zichuan looked up, his eyes half filled with love and half with resentment. Love was self-evident, but the resentment came from the fact that this love, pure and clean, was destined to remain hidden forever, unable to be known or acknowledged by others.

He suddenly grabbed Cheng Sizhou's collar, pulled him towards him, and kissed him in revenge.

Now that things have come to this, he not only wants Cheng Sizhou to have him in his heart, like him, and be unable to let him go, but he also wants him to go back with his own breath and imprint.

He wanted to announce to everyone that the son of the Cheng family was already his, and he would not give him to anyone who came to snatch him away.

"Hiss...you bit me again!" Cheng Sizhou was hit on the corner of his lips.

"This place won't leave scars." Wen Zichuan's eyes were full of innocence.

"Is this a question of whether it will leave a scar or not?!" Cheng Sizhou was distracted by love. He had endured someone's injury for more than half a month, but when he thought about the separation tomorrow, the dry sand in his heart was instantly submerged by the surging tide.

"What's the problem?"

"I can't help it."

"Then don't endure it."

Wen Zichuan put his forehead against his, touched his lips, and kissed him again.

The loose flannel pajamas were out of control, the laces were loose, and the hem slowly slid down along the shoulders.

He broke free of the burden and pressed his chest against Cheng Sizhou's. Compared to the sweetness of the fermented rice wine between his lips and teeth, the scent of hormones that permeated him at this moment was even more lingering.

Fortunately, all the injuries on my body have healed.

Cheng Sizhou's remaining sanity was completely wiped out by Wen Zichuan's low moan. He carried the person sideways into the bedroom, closed the door, turned on the heater, and the room soon became warm, pushing them from deep winter into warm spring.

"What was the promised reward?" Wen Zichuan lay on his back, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.

"You've already eaten the osmanthus wine." Cheng Sizhou teased him deliberately.

"You're not sincere." Wen Zichuan grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his warm face. "Do you feel the same way when you repair porcelain?"

"Yes." Cheng Sizhou pinched his chin and looked at him carefully, thinking that no matter how beautiful porcelain is, it is still a dead thing, while the person in front of him has skin as white as porcelain, and is slightly drunk and powdered, which makes her look more vivid and charming.

The slender fingers with well-proportioned joints moved between pink and white, making people feel itchy on their bodies and even more itchy in their hearts.

Wen Zichuan was more intoxicated by the loving touch than the kiss. He lay back, relaxed, closed his eyes and smiled, "Does this count as the treatment of a national treasure?"

Cheng Sizhou pinched his nose and pecked him a few times: "It's much more precious than a national treasure. I worry about you every day."

After hearing this, Wen Zichuan was very proud. He hooked his calves and shook them slightly, like a passionate and charming seal.

Cheng Sizhou was so aroused that he couldn't help but cover him again and kissed him deeply.

A lover's kiss is an expensive analgesic, calming Wen Zichuan's long-standing inferiority, anxiety and uneasiness.

He felt like he had fallen into a steaming hot spring. The excessive steam blurred his consciousness, his family background, his identity, and all worldly differences.

One heart pulls another heart to beat, and the unconcealable physiological reaction makes people's ears burn.

"Zichuan..." Cheng Sizhou called out softly in a suppressed voice, as if he was holding a rare treasure, giving the feeling of pampering and possession to the extreme.

They had done this many times in the past six months, and each time felt different.

Wen Zichuan didn't know where the novelty came from. He was just nervous and expectant. When he closed his eyes, his fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Be good, relax a little." Cheng Sizhou kissed his face lightly.

"Hold me, hold me again." Wen Zichuan begged with sobs.

Feeling the other person's lingering tenderness, he almost drowned in it.

The suffocating feeling pressing on his chest made him empty his mind, made him forget, and pulled his consciousness away from reality, leaving only Cheng Sizhou in his world.

He curled up because of the pain and relaxed because of the pleasure. He seemed to be passively accepting it, but in fact he was in control of the rhythm of the whole process.

Just like a seagull needs to flap its wings to fly, but with the guidance of wind and ocean currents, it can fly freely and roam the sea and sky.