Happy New Year

Ji Rongyu took his pajamas and went to take a shower. Lu Xinyang dried his hair and looked at the two quilts on the bed that clearly divided the territory. He lay down on it rebelliously.

Roll over and over again, oh, it’s so pitiful to be kicked out of the house during the New Year. I need to numb myself with some idiotic happiness!

When he heard Ji Rongyu's footsteps coming out of the bathroom, Lu Xinyang quickly crawled to the head of the bed, stood up two pillows and hugged them in his arms, and said hello to Ji Rongyu with a gesture of hugging him on both sides: "Good evening, handsome guy, do you need any special service?"

"..." Ji Rongyu silently closed the door. His inner exhaustion made even his footsteps drag. "How special is it?"

Once the door was closed, it was time for sleep. Lu Xinyang subconsciously lowered his voice, released the two kidnapped pillows, and reached into the quilt to test the temperature: "Warm the bed for you?"

"I'd be very grateful if you wouldn't lift my blanket while I'm asleep," Ji Rongyu pushed him on the shoulder several times, "Go, go, go back to your side."

Lu Xinyang obediently moved his nest, keeping his distance from her buttocks, and continued to push forward with his mouth: "Don't blame me, it's you who didn't tell me clearly which side I sleep on."

"So you take up both sides? Do you have that much space?" Ji Rongyu glared at him unhappily, lifted the quilt and got into bed.

Lu Xinyang squirmed a few times in the quilt, turned over from sitting to lying down, and with his cheek in his hand, he turned his head to look at Ji Rongyu who was wearing loose light khaki pajamas next to him.

Ji Rongyu casually turned on a small wall lamp beside the bed. The warm yellow light made him look handsome, not like a vicious creditor at all. He smelled of the same toiletries as Lu Xinyang. Lu Xinyang slowly lay down, brought the quilt to his arms and rolled it into a ball. He bent down to smell it, and it was still Ji Rongyu's scent.

Lu Xinyang was covered in his scent and his shadow, and he unconsciously lowered his voice: "When are you going to sleep? I want to use your phone."

"Can't you use it if I'm not sleeping?" Ji Rongyu immediately became alert, revealing his true self as a creditor. "Are you planning to secretly delete the photos while I'm asleep?"

"How dare I? I just want to wish my parents a happy new year."

He thought for a moment and then added, "But they might not believe me if I just send a message. How can I prove that I am their biological son?"

"Then just call." Ji Rongyu said.

"Forget about calling. I'm afraid my mother will scold me again. She is very good at scolding people. You can't imagine." Lu Xinyang sighed.

Ji Rongyu, who was also very good at cursing, put down his phone silently: "Tell me what happened. What did you do to be kicked out of the house during the New Year's Day?"

He had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, but since Lu Xinyang didn't treat him as an outsider, Ji Rongyu couldn't resist his curiosity.

In fact, Lu Xinyang himself didn’t quite understand what was going on. After all, strictly speaking, he ran away on his own and was not considered to be driven away.

He told Ji Rongyu what had happened in more or less the same detail. Ji Rongyu recalled the phone call Director Gao had made to him and speculated uncertainly, "Does your mother think being a celebrity is bad and wants you to go back and inherit the family business, or does she think filming a BL drama is bad?"

If it's the latter, then Lu Xinyang will use his own mobile phone to wish everyone a happy new year. When his mother checks the number, she will find out that her son spent the New Year in another man's bed. This family conflict will probably escalate infinitely.

Lu Xinyang didn't think that far ahead. He even suggested another possibility: "What if my mother simply thinks I'm not good enough?"

"That's what I think." Ji Rongyu was speechless.

The more Lu Xinyang thought about it, the more he felt that this was very likely. He suddenly panicked: "It's over. What if my mother really dislikes me?"

Ji Rongyu generously said, "Then be generous and give her five minutes to be disgusted."

"Five minutes might not be enough," Lu Xinyang, who was not comforted at all, hugged Ji Rongyu's arms with both hands and asked pitifully, "What about you? Will you get tired of me one day?"

"Maybe." Ji Rongyu said it very subtly. In fact, he had already expressed his dislike for him, but he didn't say it directly because he was afraid that he would cause trouble tonight and prevent him from sleeping well.

Lu Xinyang thought about it and took the initiative to show his sincerity: "If you get angry with me one day, I can also dislike you for five minutes."

"How can I compare with your mother?" Ji Rongyu said, "4 points and 59 points."

"Okay," Lu Xinyang began to sit in a row and share the fruit. "Give the extra second to my dad. My dad has never disliked me. Let him have a taste too."

“You’re doing wholesale.”

Ji Rongyu picked up his phone and checked the time: "Wait for me five minutes, I'll lend you my phone when I'm done."

"What are you doing?" Lu Xinyang saw an unfamiliar app interface. He climbed up curiously, leaning his upper body almost on Ji Rongyu, watching with relish.

A warm and heavy head rested on his shoulder, and the unfamiliar feeling of intimacy made Ji Rongyu type a wrong word.

He was distracted for a moment. This tiny pause was only about two seconds when quantified. He quickly deleted this small mistake and continued typing the content he had just written.

"I'm going to start a new article. We agreed to start it after the New Year. I want to start it at the first minute of the New Year, so I need to figure out the timer now."

Ji Rongyu explained in a low voice that the popularity of his previous book "Trapped in Color" brought him a lot of attention, so he was more cautious when editing his Weibo posts, basically making a statement every three steps and guarding against arguments every five steps.

"What's the name of the new novel?" Lu Xinyang almost snatched his phone and followed the update on the spot, but when he thought of the pile of novels he had that he didn't dare to read, he resisted the urge to do something else.

"'I'm so rich.'" Ji Rongyu said.

This new work was completely different from his old works in style. It was refreshingly simple and crude. Lu Xinyang was so greedy just by hearing the name that he actively offered his services: "If this story is made into a TV series in the future, I will give you the leading role."

Ji Rongyu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Your mother would be the first one to disagree."

After finally finishing a flawless Weibo post, Ji Rongyu tossed his phone to Lu Xinyang and slid down to lie down, not wanting to cuddle with him any longer. "Play, and remember to charge it if it runs out. And don't turn on the volume."

"I won't play for a long time, and I will definitely not disturb your sleep." Lu Xinyang opened the text message interface, thought about it, and said Happy New Year to his parents in person and not on time.

After pressing send, he habitually opened WeChat, hoping to find a teacher to practice his acting and lines, but when he saw the unfamiliar message list, Lu Xinyang remembered that he no longer had a teacher.

The emptiness of having nothing to do filled him, and Lu Xinyang suddenly lost interest in playing with his phone. He slowly lay down and said something to make conversation, "Why do you always have your back to me?"

Ji Rongyu didn't say anything, he pretended to be asleep.

But Lu Xinyang knew that he would not sleep with the light on, so he poked his feet out from the edge of the quilt, quietly slipped into Ji Rongyu's quilt, and gently pinched his calf: "Why are you ignoring me? Look at me."

"I'm watching what you're doing," Ji Rongyu was almost annoyed by him. He grabbed the quilt and moved two centimeters to the edge of the bed. "My grandfather said that sleeping on the left side puts pressure on the heart."

Lu Xinyang picked up his phone, which had just gone dark, and expertly unlocked it before opening Baidu. After a brief search, he stretched out his arm and held the results in front of Ji Rongyu. "The doctor said there's no difference between sleeping on either side. Your grandfather is spreading rumors. That's not good."

Ji Rongyu slapped his hand away. “What’s none of your business? I’m used to sleeping on my right.”

Looking at the back of his hairy head, Lu Xinyang also felt sleepy and yawned.

"Then go to sleep," Lu Xinyang pressed the power button to turn off the phone, put it back on Ji Rongyu's pillow, and pulled the quilt over him, covering his exposed shoulders. "Happy New Year."

"Oh." Ji Rongyu's voice sounded a little muffled, half of his face buried in the soft duvet. He reached out and quickly turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was instantly dark.

Lu Xinyang's breathing soon became slow and slow, but Ji Rongyu did not fall asleep as quickly as he had imagined.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again, turned over and looked at the only window with a little light coming through, and found that it had started snowing outside at some point.

Wow, the quilt is warm under the heavy snow, auspicious snow means a good harvest.

Tomorrow is another new day.

Lu Xinyang, who was sleeping beside him, had completely exposed his crooked sleeping posture. Ji Rongyu tucked his two hands, which were exposed from the quilt, back under the covers and said silently, "Good night, and Happy New Year."