In less than 48 hours, a storm that suddenly rose up on the ground dissipated invisibly, and the only remaining aftertaste was probably reflected in ① the growing popularity of Xiao Huixia.

"I haven't surfed the Internet for a few days. I just opened Weibo and thought someone bought you followers." Tang Wenxi shouted on the phone, "You don't call me in such a big event. Are you a friend?"

Yi Hui smiled and said, "You should go to sleep at that time. You may not be awake when you solve it. Besides, there is no need to disturb one more person."

Tang Wenxi muttered angrily: "I'm not someone else... Hmph, I blame that bastard."

"Which bastard?"

Mentioning this, Tang Wenxi said hesitantly and embarrassedly: "Just, just a bastard, very bad, we won't talk about him."

This time, Yi Hui uncharacteristically didn't let him reveal it easily: "Are you in love?"

"Ah, fall in love? No, now the ground is scattered all over the place, how can there be any love for me to talk about hahahaha."

Yi Hui sighed and said, "Is that Yang Chengxuan?"

The other end was silent for a moment, and finally did not evade, and made a low "um".

Yi Hui asked, "Why don't you dare to tell me?"

Tang Wenxi was like a minor who was questioned by his parents about his puppy love: "Just, as you know, he is a bit flowery..."

"What I know is also what you told me." Yi Hui told the truth ruthlessly, "Since you know that he is interested, why do you still..."

Recalling that the two seemed to be in an ambiguous relationship before, that time they spent the night together on the mountain, and the qualitative change might have happened at that time. Yi Hui felt a little self-blame, thinking that if he had reminded him earlier, this might not have happened.

Contrary to his attitude, Tang Wenxi, who confessed, was very open-minded: "What's the matter? When it comes to falling in love, it's not about getting married. No matter whether he succeeds or not, he should learn love skills and accumulate experience."

I don't know if he was too sensitive, but Yi Hui always felt that Tang Wenxi was trying to be brave, so he reminded him a few words like someone who came over, so that he wouldn't get too deep, but he didn't expect to make him laugh: "Why do you have such an old-fashioned tone? my teacher?"

Yi Hui thought to himself that my actual age is indeed a little older than you, and I have gone through more detours than you. I understand that no matter how sensible people are, they can't help but fall deeply into the face of the person they like.

Besides, the two of them don't look like people whose rational intelligence is above their emotions.

"Don't worry, I know what I have in mind." Tang Wenxi dealt with the past casually, and tactfully shifted the topic to Yi Hui, "But I don't think you're going anywhere, don't think I didn't see it, what is that guy called Dora Hem? , are you dating him online?"

This torture came too suddenly, and after a nap, Yi Hui was still full of "online dating", and when he saw the noon greetings and photos of lunch boxes sent by Dora Hem, his face became hot for no reason.

He typed and replied: Isn't it time for a holiday? Is your company still working?

As the Spring Festival is approaching, the headlines are all about the peak of returning home. The eldest son of Aunt Qiu’s next door who is studying in the city has also returned. Every household in the town is lively. Hand beat the rice cake.

In the Yi family, my father seldom came back even during the Chinese New Year. After a deserted New Year's Eve dinner with my mother, the year was over, so this was the first time in Yi Hui's life that he felt such a strong New Year's Eve.

Doraemon: Well, working overtime.

Yi Hui shook his head and sighed: The bourgeoisie is cruel and inhumane to squeeze the labor force [poor]

Doraemon: Please comfort me. [pitful]

It was rare to see his expression other than roses, Yi Hui's heart softened into a pool of water, and he immediately sent a row of [hug] emojis over, saying: Be good, at least you can get money for overtime!

Probably no one will believe it. The young master who didn't know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the Yi family changed his body and became a financial expert. Yi Hui now saves money in addition to making money. A while ago, his Weibo membership expired and he didn't renew it. He waited until the end of the year to buy it at a discount for a year. After calculating, he saved dozens of dollars. He was much happier that day. ate two bowls of rice.

The cost of food and clothing is not extravagant. Jiang Yimang brought him a bottle of soothing essential oil when he came back from S City. When he opened the lid and smelled it, it was his favorite sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits. A ball of sponge was stuck in his mouth.

I just remembered it just now, and I didn't forget to take a picture for Dora Hen: My sister gave it, can you help me check how much this is?

Jiang Yimang said that the store had a buy-one-get-one-free discount, and when he got it, the trademark and price tag were gone. After all, he was used to using good things in the past, and Yi Hui sniffed and sniffed. Now Dora Hem has another label of "knowledgeable and talented" in his impression, and it is natural that he is the first to ask him when he encounters such a problem.

After asking, the other side was silent for a while, maybe it was to check the price. Five minutes later, received a reply: not expensive, ten to twenty yuan.

Yi Hui was surprised: Really? [Doraemon surprised]

Doraemon: Really, lied to you as a puppy.

Facing such a "poisonous oath", Yi Hui instantly dispelled his doubts and chose to believe it without hesitation.

Since the plagiarism incident, he has unconditionally trusted every word Dora Hem said. The strong are always admirable, coupled with that sense of familiarity for no reason, even if they are separated by the network cable, the relationship between the two is still getting closer and closer, almost to the point where they can talk about nothing.

Looking through the comments below the recent Weibo, the most popular comment is always Dora Hem and his roses, no wonder Tang Wenxi thinks so.

Yi Hui was a little ashamed that he couldn't explain clearly, and began to talk about the topic: Where are you celebrating the New Year this year?

Doraemon: At home, my own home.

From the previous chat, Yi Hui learned that he has two homes, one of which he rarely visits because of his poor relationship with his father, and the other is what he calls his own home, and now he is the only one living there.

No one knows better than Yi Hui what it feels like to be alone in an empty house. Thinking of the snow outside in the winter, Dora Hem, a little boy who wants to stay alone in an empty house and sleep on a cold big bed, subconsciously feels distressed.

After thinking for a while, Yi Hui said with the idea of ​​sending warmth to his friends, "Give me the address, and I'll send you something delicious. [Very happy]

Three days later, Zhou Jinheng, who received a call from the courier, didn't even have time to say hello to the staff present, picked up his jacket and rushed out the door.

With his special approval, the driver returned to his hometown ahead of schedule. Zhou Jinheng drove the car by himself, and he never let go of the accelerator. He made a sharp turn when he reached the place. In the parking space demarcated by the white line.

The courier brother who witnessed the whole process dazedly handed over a huge package to him, and stammered and reminded: "Sir, do you want to open it and check..."

Zhou Jinheng weighed the weight of the package, and the face under the mask smiled brightly: "No, thank you."

When got back to the car, couldn't wait to take it apart.

In order not to reveal the secret, he gave Yi Hui the address of a friend's company in S City, and then forwarded it to the capital when he arrived at the friend's side, so it has already been delayed for some time. Zhou Jinheng was in a hurry to demolish it, for fear that the little fool would put in the cake he made, even if the weather was cold, the bumps along the way would not look like it.

The package is wrapped in many layers of foam paper, and it takes a lot of work to unpack. Zhou Jinheng even took down the express delivery list with the sender "Xiaohuixia" written on it, and folded it and put it in his pocket. The hard-earned Oscar statuette.

[Dear Hum:

This is the original manuscript of the fireworks. The scanned electronic manuscript always feels a little less flavorful. will send it to you for disposal. hope you like it!

PS: Remember to put the food in the refrigerator, my mother said that it will go bad after a long time in winter!

——Your good friend Xiaohuixia]

Zhou Jinheng looked at a card with a few sentences back and forth seven or eight times, and finally rubbed his fingers on the horizontal and vertical character "Hui", as if he saw Yi Hui lying on the table writing this card seriously and devoutly.

Just like when he wrote that marriage proposal.

Knowing that there was a painting inside, Zhou Jinheng finally understood why the package was so large. After taking out a heavy stick, he guessed that something else might be caught in the painting, and when he unfolded it, he found two neatly arranged strings of sausages.

Zhou Jinheng couldn't help laughing. He picked up the sausage tightly packed in a plastic bag and put it aside, thinking that the little fool was right, the electronic version really lacked the taste of sausage.

When the painting was completely spread out in front of him, he was stunned again.

The little fool loves romance, and he expects that the fireworks that the little fool wants to see must be gorgeous, at least to achieve the dreamlike effect in TV magazines. Unexpectedly, in addition to the few fireworks that Yi Hui painted in the air, the ones that put more thought into the firecrackers that were placed on the ground were like two-kick firecrackers, and there was a string of firecrackers that were being set off on the side. The whole painting is full of New Year's flavor, it really looks like a New Year's painting.

It turned out that the little fool never thought of embarrassing anyone, what he wanted was always that simple.

When touch it with palm, can feel the graininess of the paint, as if followed the brushstrokes to observe the whole process of Yi Hui's painting.

Others paint with the paper moving with the person, but Yi Hui is the person moving with the drawing paper, sometimes standing and sometimes squatting on a chair, pursing his lips, staring at the painting intently, showing his love for painting. in physical action.

It's like showing his love for him on his face.

Zhou Jinheng decided to frame this painting and collect it carefully with other paintings in the family. In the future, when the two have nothing to do, they can take out these paintings and enjoy them. When they see this fireworks, the little fool will blushed again and won't allow him to repeat the old things.

Leaning back, Zhou Jinheng leaned on the back of the chair and let out a long sigh.

Hopefully not for too long, preferably in the not too distant future.

The cold current migrated from the north to the south at a slow speed, and it snowed in S City on New Year's Eve.

Yi Hui described it as "Mao Mao Xiao Xue", saying that he had to take a magnifying glass to see the little snow flakes. Zhou Jinheng zoomed in on the photo that he had sent, and it was really small, so small that he deliberately borrowed the snow to make excuses.

You don't need to ask him to guess how lively Yi Hui's place is. heard that several of their neighbors are preparing a New Year's Eve dinner together. In addition to local seafood, Jiang's family also prepares fried meatballs, dumplings and other pasta dishes with northern characteristics.

Yi Hui was very happy, and after talking about the cross talk, he counted the dishes one by one to Zhou Jinheng, and then took several photos and sent them to him. After being silly for a while, he realized that he might have broken the heart of Dora Hem, a lonely man, and hurriedly rescued him: He Hen, what good things did you eat for New Year's Eve? [glutton]

Zhou Jinheng just ended the call with Zhou Huarong. heard that the old man brought that young master of the Tan family into the house. It was inconvenient for the Chinese New Year, so he just hung up the phone without saying a word, and then blocked those annoying people. number.

He stayed at He Yi Hui's home alone, and deeply felt the deserted and lonely home without laughter and laughter.

It was enough for him to feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to smear Yi Hui's happiness. He sent a few nonsense names to the dishes. He didn't expect Yi Hui to see through it at a glance.

Zhou Jinheng sat alone on the sofa in the living room, the overhead lights were not turned on, and there were several open cans of beer on the coffee table in front of him. He slowly raised his mobile phone, adjusted the front, and casually pressed the shutter in the dark, and clicked send.

I didn't expect to receive a selfie from Yi Hui in return.

It's not even a selfie. There are three big white geese in the picture. The one standing in the C position is being wrapped around the neck and tied with a bow tie. It is bright red and very festive.

Zhou Jinheng's attention was all on the white fingers tied with the bow tie, and he typed: Just show me your hands?

Yi Hui replied: You didn't even show me your face [yawn]

Alcohol disturbed his mind, Zhou Jinheng didn't have time to think, and sent out the sentence "If I show it to you, will you show it to me too". When I think about it back, I feel that this is a no-brainer, like a wretched man who asks for photos from others on the Internet.

I really want to see him. I want to see if he's doing well, if he's not happy, if he's a little fatter... if he misses me.

Zhou Jinheng raised his hand and pinched his brows, the drunkenness dissipated a little, and changed his tune before replying, "Just kidding. Go to bed early if you are tired, don't watch the night.

Yi Hui hesitated for a long time this time, wondering if he was frightened by what he just said.

It took a few minutes before I sent some vague words: later [doge]