"Kong Wenmin," Chen Qingxuan suddenly interrupted Kong Wenmin, his tone a little heavy, "This is not a question of what I like."
Kong Wenmin suddenly froze, then gave Chen Qingxuan a dry grin: "Qingxuan, I drank too much today, so I don't remember anything you said."
"You really don't remember anything?" Chen Qingxuan looked at the smiling face that was uglier than crying, and his heart suddenly ached. He reached out and held Kong Wenmin's face. Seeing the man's face instantly stiffened, he leaned over and gently touched his cold cheek, then sat back up and said slowly, "Don't you remember this either?"
"Qing, Qingxuan..." Kong Wenmin stuttered and couldn't speak clearly, "I can't stand being teased, don't... don't tease me, I, I will take it seriously."
"Then take it seriously." Chen Qingxuan said. While the man was dumbfounded, he took the sachet and looked at the "peace" embroidered neatly with gold thread on it, and the "joy" on the back.
Peace and joy, isn't this what he has always longed for? But he didn't expect that the one who brought him peace and joy would be a man, and he didn't expect that he could only get these by the side of this man. His pride made him unwilling to admit it in the past, but at this moment, when all families were reunited and in the most peaceful and happy time, he couldn't hold on any longer. How important reunion was to him, others might not know, but Kong Wenmin could empathize the most.
This was the first time that he and Kong Wenmin stayed up all night to welcome the New Year. He hoped that Kong Wenmin would be by his side at this time every year in the future and stay up all night with him to welcome the New Year.
Chen Qingxuan felt complicated, but then he felt relieved. He lowered his head and tied the sachet to his belt. He reached out and stroked the tassel on top of it. He couldn't help but curl his lips. When he looked up again, he saw that Kong Wenmin's eyes were red.
"Qingxuan, I just had a dream," Kong Wenmin suddenly said, his lips curled up uncontrollably, but his voice was hoarse, "It's been many years, and I haven't had such a beautiful dream."
"Now, the dream has come true?" Chen Qingxuan met those tearful eyes and couldn't help but wet his eyes as well.
"Yes, my dream has come true," Kong Wenmin nodded with a smile, pointing at the fireworks outside the window and adding, "Not only has it come true, but there is something more to it than in my dream."
Chen Qingxuan followed the direction of his finger and looked outside, laughing as he followed suit: "It's very rare, I've never seen it before, and it's only because of Wen Jie and Miss Fang that we can see it..."
Chen Qingxuan couldn't say any more. A quilt was draped over him. The man who was half lying down sat behind him and put his hand tentatively on his waist. Chen Qingxuan suddenly sat up straight and felt every pore in his body trembling. However, he did not push the hand away. He heard a long breath from his hand, and then Kong Wenmin held him in his arms. The warm quilt covered him tightly.
"The wind is strong," Kong Wenmin whispered, while quietly holding the person tighter. He could feel Chen Qingxuan's nervousness. In fact, he was more nervous than Chen Qingxuan. His mouth was dry and his head was dizzy. He had never been so nervous when he first picked up a knife to kill someone at the age of seventeen. In fact, he wanted to put his head on Chen Qingxuan's shoulder, but he didn't dare to. However, at this time, his chest was pressed against Chen Qingxuan's back. He could smell the faint scent of incense and candles on Chen Qingxuan's body as long as he breathed. He couldn't be more satisfied, "It's... so warm."
Chen Qingxuan laughed, laughing at his nervousness and his childishness. He didn't feel so nervous anymore. He relaxed and leaned comfortably in Kong Wenmin's arms, looking at the colorful fireworks outside. Suddenly, he thought of a question: "By the way, Kong Wenmin, what song did you sing just now?"
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