Chapter 58: New Year's Eve is like a secret affair
After the winter vacation, the New Year will come soon.
Song Mingjiao could no longer use evening self-study as an excuse to stay in school, and could only stay at home with his perverted brother Song Zhen.
The end of the year is approaching, and logically speaking, Song Zhen, as the president of a listed company, should be even busier.
But this brother actually did a lot of his work online, staying in the study, living room, and dining room at home, and appearing in front of Song Mingjiao from time to time.
Song Mingjiao suspected that Song Zhen did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.
But no matter whether Song Zhen did it on purpose or not, Song Mingjiao could not possibly drive his biological brother out of this small world.
Therefore, the two of them have always maintained a way of getting along with each other at home, where they talk to each other in a roundabout way.
Sometimes, Song Mingjiao would accidentally appear during Song Zhen's online meetings.
Even though it is winter now, Song Mingjiao's home is always as warm as spring. He only wears a very thin knitted sweater at home. The beige sweater makes him look cleaner and more well-behaved.
After seeing Song Zhen’s poker face, the employees saw his well-behaved younger brother who appeared from time to time, and felt that it was a salvation in their boring work.
By New Year's Eve, light snow had already begun to fall outside the window.
Crystal clear snowflakes fell from the sky one by one. Song Mingjiao lay on the rocking chair in the living room, admiring the beautiful scenery outside through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
There are also various ornaments hanging on the windows that were bought specially for the New Year. Song Mingjiao and his brother Song Zhen went to the street to pick them out together.
"I want this red kitten."
"Hmm, I like that lantern too. The tassels are so pretty."
"And these candied haws and those fireworks, wrap them all up."
Song Mingjiao is very afraid of the cold. When he goes out, he wears a thick down jacket, almost wrapping himself up like a chubby little penguin.
He had a light-colored, furry scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his entire chin.
Song Mingjiao was in the mall, looking left and right, waving, interested in everything, with his eyes shining brightly, which made his elder brother Song Zhen, who was following behind him, feel soft-hearted.
Song Zhen cherishes the Spring Festival he spent with Song Mingjiao very much.
Not to mention the things that Song Mingjiao clearly expressed verbally that she wanted, even if Song Mingjiao's eyes lingered on the product for just a few seconds, Song Zhen would buy them all.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy them all."
Using the excuse of preventing the child from getting lost, Song Zhen openly held Song Mingjiao's hand and let Song Mingjiao shuttle back and forth between shops.
Song Mingjiao's eyes fell on the cute little commodities that overwhelmed him, while Song Zhen's eyes were always fixed on the curious Song Mingjiao.
His eyes were gentle, without any dark trace at all.
After returning home, the servants naturally took care of the decoration. Song Zhen continued to deal with the finishing work, while Song Mingjiao watched the servants hang the lanterns he had carefully selected in the living room and garden.
This Spring Festival, Song Mingjiao felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.
We spent the day decorating in such a leisurely manner, and when the lights came on, New Year's Eve officially arrived.
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The servants of the Song family have all gone home to reunite at this moment. Only Song Mingjiao and Song Zhen are left in the living room. The TV is on and lively sounds can be heard from it.
Song Zhen was still holding the computer, staring at the screen intently, while Song Mingjiao was sitting on the sofa, hugging a pillow.
During the day, Uncle Zhao, other drivers, and aunts accompanied him to make various New Year decorations, and Song Mingjiao had a lot of fun.
But now, looking at the night view outside the window and the snow falling heavier and heavier, Song Mingjiao felt a long-lost sense of loneliness and a not-so-obvious confusion.
After all, he doesn't belong to this little world.
Just as Song Mingjiao was pulling at the embroidery on the pillow out of boredom, he heard a few faint calls coming from outside the window, as if calling his name.
"Ming Jiao? Ming Jiao—"
Song Mingjiao sat up straight, pricked up his ears, and immediately turned his head to look towards the window like a frightened kitten.
There was no one there, and it seemed a bit far away, but the voice sounded very much like someone he knew.
For some reason, Song Mingjiao knew that his brother Song Zhen was not a good person, and he did not need to report his whereabouts to Song Zhen.
But at this moment, Song Mingjiao still looked guiltily at Song Zhen, who was still looking at the computer and didn't notice the situation here. He tiptoed back to the bedroom and looked down from the bedroom window.
——Sure enough, it was He Wen.
He Wen was some distance away from Song Mingjiao's bedroom. Song Mingjiao couldn't see the expression on He Wen's face. He only noticed that the man made his hands into a trumpet shape, kept calling his name, and waved at his window from time to time.
Especially when he saw Song Mingjiao's figure appear at the window, He Wen waved even harder.
"Mingjiao—come down quickly, I have something to give you."
The boy in the heavy snow waved at him excitedly. Song Mingjiao felt mixed emotions and it was difficult to describe what he was thinking at the moment.
His first reaction was to avoid Song Zhen in the living room. Instead of going through the main door, he pushed open the window and jumped out of the bedroom window.
This jump scared He Wen, who was waving excitedly outside. He ran to the wall in two steps. Fortunately, he took the right step and caught Song Mingjiao. Fortunately, Song Mingjiao's bedroom was only on the second floor.
"You scared me to death, Mingjiao, why did you suddenly jump down?"
He Wen was still in shock.
Song Mingjiao suddenly ran out from the warm room, so he was not wearing a down jacket, only a thin sweater suitable for walking around the house.
He Wen quickly took off his coat, put it on Song Mingjiao, and held it against his chest several times.
"Hurry up, get dressed, and be careful not to catch a cold."
Song Mingjiao let He Wen put clothes on her. She didn't look at the man's hands, but kept staring at He Wen's face.
"Didn't you keep calling me outside?"
In his flurry of excitement, He Wen remembered the purpose of his visit today. He quickly grabbed Song Mingjiao's hand and pulled him to the street lamp where he had just stood.
Song Mingjiao did not resist and let the boy hold his hand and walk away.
Because he had been outdoors for a long time, He Wen's hands were very cold. It was rare that He Wen's body temperature was even lower than Song Mingjiao's.
The boy's hands were still shaking, his words were a little trembling because of the cold, and he was breathing out white air.
He Wen's original down jacket was now on Song Mingjiao, and now he was only wearing a vest. Although he looked strong, it was out of place in the snowy weather.
Song Mingjiao tilted his head and looked at He Wen in confusion. The man excitedly and chattered as he led him to the street light, then pointed to something next to it and showed it to Song Mingjiao.
——It is a snowman, made in the shape of Song Mingjiao, vivid and lifelike.
"Mingjiao, I made this myself. How is it? Doesn't it look like you? As cute as you."
He Wen pointed at the snowman, and then kept rubbing Song Mingjiao's hands with his very cold hands, trying to artificially warm Song Mingjiao who was not wearing gloves to keep warm.
Song Mingjiao looked at the snowman. It was crooked and twisted. How did it look like him?
"Why are you giving me these? It's New Year's Eve now, shouldn't you be at home with your family?"
"I like you, Mingjiao. I want to become a family with you."
"How do you know I will come down?"
"It's okay if you don't come down, Mingjiao. I just want to build a snowman as cute as you on this memorable New Year's Eve. I'm not forcing you to see it."
Song Mingjiao has encountered many types of people in his travels around the world.
He Wen in this world is definitely the least outstanding type: a student, just an adult, without financial resources, and not very smart.
But on this snowy New Year's Eve, He Wen called him from downstairs again and again, and he saw He Wen making a snowman for him, which was worthless and required no technical skills.
He Wen's hands were very cold, but Song Mingjiao felt the most sincere warmth.
Song Mingjiao kicked the stone at his feet, grabbed He Wen's hand with his backhand, and pulled him towards the house.
"Hey, Snowman, don't you want to take a picture, Mingjiao?"
"Don't worry about the snowman, just follow me in."
"Aren't you going through the main entrance?"
"Stop talking nonsense and climb through the window."
Fortunately, He Wen’s years of experience as a school bully were not in vain. Not only was he able to climb up through the window, but after climbing up, he was also able to grab Song Mingjiao’s hand and pull Song Mingjiao up as well.
When He Wen saw Song Mingjiao's bedroom for the first time, he was a little at a loss and didn't dare to look around.
"We are like having an affair."
Song Mingjiao closed the window carefully, then turned back and said, "It was originally an affair, my brother is in the living room."
Hearing this, He Wen, who was originally overwhelmed by Song Mingjiao's series of surprises, instantly woke up and entered combat mode.
He still remembered Song Mingjiao's strange brother.
"Your brother is actually restricting your movements? Mingjiao, this is illegal! You're just too well-behaved. Look, my parents don't even dare to control me."
He Wen spoke up for Song Mingjiao righteously. In his mind, Song Mingjiao was still that fair, tender, and well-behaved student.
But the good student's expression at this moment was completely different from what it was like in school before.
Song Mingjiao took off the down jacket that He Wen had forced on him. It was several sizes larger than his body and did not fit him at all.
After taking it off, Song Mingjiao was only wearing that thin sweater, which was a slim-fitting style that perfectly outlined her waistline.
"You like me? Why? You want to sleep with me?"
Song Mingjiao smiled, but his smile was not as obedient and shy as before. Instead, it was a bit provocative as he looked at He Wen.
He Wen was surprised by Song Mingjiao's sudden change in expression and was unable to come back to his senses.
In He Wen's heart, a good student like Song Mingjiao is like a goddess in heaven. Now the "goddess" suddenly gave him a charming smile and took off her coat to invite him.
He Wen was hit on the head like a pie falling from the sky. He realized that Song Mingjiao was not the bookworm and nerd he thought he was.
But He Wen was not upset by Song Mingjiao's "deception". Instead, he was attracted by the other side of Song Mingjiao and became even more fascinated and unable to extricate himself.
"No, no, Mingjiao, I just simply like you. We, uh...can't fall in love too early."
Song Mingjiao laughed again: "Who fell in love first? Don't you like me? This is what you should do when you like someone."
He Wen's breathing quickened. Song Mingjiao's snow-white neck kept swaying in front of him. He managed to maintain his sanity: "Your brother is still here. It's not good."
Song Mingjiao locked the bedroom door directly: "Don't worry about him, didn't you just tell me not to be so obedient?"
He Wen was a little confused. Was Song Mingjiao like this originally, or was he leading a good student astray?
But the current situation does not allow for much thought.
Song Mingjiao was pushed down on the bed, and a young boy with a cold breath covered him.
——It’s a finger.
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