Play as you please
I feel very uncomfortable.
After Jin Zhou typed that line of words, Song Shuyang felt like there was a thorn on his butt and couldn't sit still. He was also afraid that Jin Zhou would kidnap him violently, so he deliberately stayed away from him.
Song Nian just thought that he was angry with Jin Zhou for reporting him, and didn't think much about it. In the afternoon, she and Jin Jiaan were preparing food in the kitchen, waiting for Jin Zhou to take the lead in cooking.
The family's tastes cannot be consistent. Song Nian prefers light food, Jin Jia'an likes heavy food, Jin Zhou likes sweet food, and Song Shuyang likes meat. Therefore, every New Year's Eve in his family, both northern and southern dishes are served on the table, and dumplings have to be made specially for Song Shuyang, who is so annoying - otherwise he will complain that the New Year atmosphere is not there, and the level of effort is comparable to a state banquet.
Fortunately, Jin Zhou took over this important task after he turned eighteen, which made Song Nian's life much easier.
Jin Zhou mixed the dumpling stuffing and took it to the living room to ask Song Shuyang, who was packing quail, "Will you help me? If not, get out of the way and don't get in the way."
The awkwardness in Song Shuyang's heart immediately disappeared, leaving only the burning anger, "Can't you be a little more polite to me?!"
Jin Zhou put all the things on the coffee table and said, "Please move your noble butt, or I will sit on you."
Song Shuyang obediently gave him his seat.
He watched Jin Zhou make a plump, round, ingot-shaped dumpling with just a pinch of his hand, rubbed his hands, and said eagerly, "I'll make a few."
"Go wash your hands first."
Song Shuyang washed, rubbed, kneaded, and wiped devoutly. When he came out of the bathroom, his skin felt wrinkled. He showed his white and clean paws to Jin Zhou, "It's okay now, right?"
I did a lot of preparation, but after sitting down and pinching it a few times, I felt that it was not what I expected. I made an excuse that "I seem to be allergic to flour", threw down two ugly pimples on my face and ran away.
Jin Zhou felt funny looking at the two mysterious objects. He picked them up, modified them, and put them down again. They were not that big, so he could revive them. At least they would not vomit in the pot.
Frustrated with making dumplings, Song Shuyang ran to the kitchen again to cause trouble, touching the meat here and the fish there. Song Nian had been annoyed with him these past few days and warned him coldly, "Song Shuyang, you have to eat these things yourself tonight."
Song Shuyang raised his paw and said aggrievedly: "My hands are clean. Mom, you don't love me anymore. I can feel it."
"Stop being so whiny. I'm not your brother. I won't fall for it." Song Nian picked up a handful of celery and violently hit his arm. "Get out."
Song Shuyang, who was disliked wherever he went, was about to leave dejectedly, but was stopped by Jin Jiaan, who took out a red envelope from his pocket and gave it to him as if by magic.
It is bulging, more than in previous years.
Song Shuyang was not polite at all. He took it and smiled brightly at him, "Uncle Jin is the only one in this family who treats me well."
"Just spoil him! Sooner or later, he'll turn into a devil!"
Song Shuyang put the red envelope in his pocket, deliberately showing the red edge, and walked back and forth in front of Jin Zhou. Jin Zhou said disdainfully: "I saw it, both eyes saw it."
"Hey, what about the big red envelope you got when you bought something yesterday? Haven't you spent it all?" Song Shuyang beckoned at him, his meaning was very clear.
Jin Zhou finished wrapping the last dumpling, stood up and said, "I can give it to you. You can buy your own New Year's goods in the future."
“…You should keep it.”
Song Nian looked up in confusion and muttered to himself, "What are these two talking about?"
At four o'clock in the afternoon, everything was ready. Jin Zhou tied on an apron and rushed to the battlefield. Jin Jiaan helped him on the side, and the mother and son of the Song family watched TV boredly on the sofa.
Song Shuyang suddenly asked: "They are all home appliances, why does the TV only work once a year, while the refrigerator works all year round?"
Song Nian rolled his eyes and said, "We're all human beings. Why should you sit here and enjoy yourself while your brother is cooking?"
Song Shuyang protested: "Aren't you sitting here too?"
"I just took a break from a day's work. Song Shuyang, don't force me to beat you up on New Year's Day!"
A powerful slap landed on his arm. Song Shuyang dodged, covering his ears and shouting, "Who told you to give birth to such a useless person? I also want to help with the work!"
Song Nian grabbed his face and said, "You should thank your brother for making it this far. Otherwise, I would have beaten you to death long ago."
Song Shuyang glanced at Jin Zhou. The tall, long-legged man was wearing a pink apron and swinging a pot. He chuckled and said, "Mom, do you want Jin Zhou to live with us forever?"
Song Nian paused, thinking that he had noticed something.
She hesitated and said, "Why are you talking about this so nicely?"
"Answer me first."
"Of course I do," Song Nian told him truthfully, "In fact, when I think about Xiaozhou moving out after he gets married, I'm just as reluctant as you are. I've treated him like a family member for so many years."
When Song Shuyang heard this, his heart was filled with joy. He felt that he had sufficiently explored the matter, so he stopped there and ended with a "Me too".
At six o'clock, Jin Zhou brought the last dish to the table, and Song Shuyang helped to set the table. The atmosphere was so joyful that he almost forgot about getting a room.
I guess he was just joking. Would he really dare to go out and get a room on New Year's Eve?
Song Nian poured Coke for everyone and raised their glasses together, "Happy New Year!"
Song Shuyang put down his Coke and ate some dumplings first. The pork and green onion filling was well-seasoned. Juice flowed down as soon as he bit into it. The aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of green onions filled his mouth. He swung his legs happily, "Thank you, brother."
"What is this?" Song Nian turned out the underdeveloped dumpling at the bottom.
Song Shuyang watched Jin Zhou pick it up and put it in his mouth, and asked him in a low voice: "How dare you eat it?"
"It shouldn't be poisonous enough to kill it," Jin Zhou also ate its twin brother.
The Spring Festival Gala started at 8 o'clock. Song Shuyang sat in the pile of snacks like a mouse that fell into a rice jar, taking a bite from the left and chewing two pieces on the right. Seeing this, Song Nian sighed repeatedly, wondering why the family had such a kid who could eat and make noise but couldn't work.
While I was chewing beef jerky happily, Jin Zhou suddenly asked if we wanted to go outside the city to set off fireworks.
Feeling bored watching the Spring Festival Gala, Song Shuyang responded positively: "I want to go, I want to go!"
Qingmei Lane is surrounded by protected ancient buildings and is close to the city center. If you want to set off fireworks, you have to drive at least an hour to the suburbs. There is a very famous lake there with a vast surface and pleasant scenery. In recent years, it has become a conventional centralized fireworks display point.
Every year, hundreds of people celebrate New Year's Eve there. It's a nice thought. The black satin-like lake reflects the gorgeous fireworks, which is better than being drowsy in front of the TV at home.
Song Nian said, "I won't go. I still have to burn paper and pray to the gods later."
Jin Jiaan also said he couldn't go.
Jin Zhou took Jin Jiaan's car keys and asked Song Shuyang, "So, shall we celebrate New Year's Eve together?"
"Let's go, let's go!" Song Shuyang was so excited that he actually thought they were going to set off fireworks.
It wasn't until the car got closer to the city center that he was stunned and realized what was going on.
Song Shuyang exaggeratedly covered his mouth and hid back, "You kidnapped me here, not for..."
Jin Zhou shamelessly admitted: "Yes."
"I want to get off! I want to go home!"
"Don't move," Jin Zhou used his free hand to pull him back. "I stepped on the accelerator and you still think you have a chance to brake?"
Song Shuyang's heart was pounding, and he didn't dare look up at Jin Zhou. He had been talking big these past few days, acting like he was fully prepared for a fight, but if he really had to do something like this, he... he was scared.
Especially since the person he was going to do business with was sitting next to him driving calmly. They were just bickering and teasing each other at home, so how could they suddenly be doing the most intimate thing?
Song Shuyang asked timidly: "Brother, can you give me three more days? I don't think I'm ready yet."
Jin Zhou chuckled softly, "You make me sound like a debt collector. If you're scared, go back and talk to me when you're ready."
As he said that, he actually turned the car around and drove back.
Song Shuyang was a man who always wanted to be scolded. Every time he asked someone for something, he would be unhappy when they actually agreed. Seeing the bustling street scene receding, he slumped down, "Just going back like this?"
"What can I do if you're afraid of me?" Jin Zhou said calmly, "I've already waited for so many years, so it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer."
Song Shuyang looked at his calm profile, and suddenly felt a surge of courage amidst his embarrassment.
Isn’t it just…that something!
Sooner or later, he would have to do this with Jin Zhou. The atmosphere tonight was already set to this point, and it was New Year's Eve. Why should he allow his awkward emotions to hurt Jin Zhou?
Song Shuyang clenched his fists, "You really want it, don't you?"
Jin Zhou's Adam's apple moved restlessly, "What do you think?"
"Then do it, Jin Zhou." Song Shuyang's bright eyes were filled with fearlessness as he forced himself to say those words, "You can do whatever you want to me tonight."
After all, he was still shy. From checking in at the front desk to getting on the elevator, Song Shuyang didn't dare to raise his head the whole time.
Jin Zhou didn't know when he got his ID card, it was clearly premeditated.
He knew he had fallen into a trap again, but he didn't regret it and didn't want to escape.
Going to the hotel to do this kind of thing in a serious manner is completely different from doing it naturally when the feelings are strong at home. Jin Zhou definitely did it on purpose. He coaxed him to buy a condom and specially booked a room, just to make him deeply aware that they were going to have sex.
Song Shuyang used his privilege to book the best room. The oversized floor-to-ceiling windows faced the most famous lake in the city. The lighting was dim and ambiguous, and the double bed was exaggeratedly large.
Jin Zhou pushed him against the door and kissed him.
"Zizi, you really can't stop here, or your brother will die."
Song Shuyang shook his head, "I promise I won't stop."
"I can really do whatever I want?"
"real."
Jin Zhou placed one last chaste kiss on his forehead and patted his butt, "Go take a shower first."
I thought Song Shuyang would linger in the bathroom again, but I didn't expect him to be so quick this time. He came out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and left the rest of his clothes in the bathroom.
That's all.
Jin Zhou stared at his two long, straight legs.
So white, smooth, thin but fleshy.
Song Shuyang's cheeks flushed and he pulled up the hem of his clothes.
"I've been practicing with Croissant for a while," he said, his lips trembling, and he could barely finish the sentence, "I was afraid I'd hurt your thigh."
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