"Happy New Year."

At six o'clock in the evening, the lights come on.

For the nocturnal two, this meta day has really begun.

Wu Lin got out of bed, went to the bathroom, washed his face, and when he came out, he asked Ye Wang, "What do you want to eat?"

After asking him, he realized that they didn't seem to be doing anything but eating, having a meal before going to bed and waking up hungry for more.

Ye Wang, who was still lazily lying on the bed, did not worry as much as Wu Lin, and always acted according to his instincts, and when he was hungry, he was hungry: "What do you have here?"

"Here?" Wu Lin had wanted to go outside to solve the same as in the morning, heard the words subconsciously looked at the refrigerator: "Just two boxes of frozen dumplings ...... and a few cans of drinks."

Ye Wang doesn't pick: "Then cook dumplings."

"I'll cook it?" Wu Lin realized that Wang was waiting to eat with an air of entitlement.

"I can cook it." Ye Wang said facetiously, without moving his body.

"......" Gotta, the visitor is a guest, "You're old enough to plop down right there."

Taking the frozen dumplings out of the refrigerator, Wu Lin switched on the TV offhand.

The Spring Festival is still in reruns, and there's a skit going on right now, and the audience is having a blast.

The air in the apartment was immediately infected by the atmosphere of the party, which also seemed to be lively.

Wu Lin walked into the kitchen with the dumplings.

Ye Wang stretched out on the bed in a big, feline-like stretch before sitting up slowly.

The gas stove in the kitchen was turned on, and even with the sound of the TV muffled, he could hear the cheerful swift, swift sound of the fire.

Ye Wang looks around the room.

The tiny apartment is instantly recognizable in the bright light.

White walls, wood-colored floors, small sofa and coffee table, blue curtains.

Here can not talk about what decoration style, just meet the most basic simple, practical. The room is also not much decoration and ornaments, on the coffee table put a small calendar, a pot of succulent.

The whole apartment was about the size of his bedroom, too.

Decoration more than no comparison, his home is a famous designer design, the layout of the house is basically re-modeled, in order to zone separation is more reasonable, the overall open more atmospheric, the decoration of all the modern light luxury style, even a chair to be ordered from abroad.

His family is even less likely to watch the Spring Festival.

Yesterday's New Year's Eve dinner, minus the part where his dad lectured on life lessons and success, was spent in quiet eating.

The water boils and the dumplings go in the pot.

Ye Wang doesn't need to look into the kitchen to hear the gurgling of the boiling water, the splashing of the dumplings, and Wu Lin's every move.

The place is so small that a little noise makes it lively and a little heat makes it warm.

Ye Wang doesn't feel much about New Year's Eve.

But if it had to be one or the other, he'd rather be here, living as he was now.

As Wu Lin worked in the kitchen and brought out the dumplings with a vinegar dish, Ye Wang had gotten out of bed and was standing in the foyer studying a red firecracker on the shoe cabinet.

"Doesn't this stuff have to be put in before you eat?" Ye Wang turns around and asks.

"It's for before New Year's Eve dinner," Wu Lin puts the dumplings on the coffee table and turns back to the kitchen for the dishes, "but I forgot yesterday."

The firecrackers were bought by Wu Lin on the 29th of Lunar New Year's Eve, and I was thinking of setting them off on New Year's Eve, but yesterday I was so focused on watching the documentary that I forgot to set off the firecrackers, and I also forgot to eat the dumplings.

"Got a lighter?" Ye Wang fished out the firecracker.

Wu Lin: "You want to put it on now?"

"Or what, are you going to save it for next year?" Ye Wang said, already starting to put on his shoes.

When Wu Lin bought the firecrackers, he also bought a lighter, but did not put it together for safety reasons. Seeing that Ye Wang had made up his mind, he immediately went back to his down jacket and fished out the lighter and handed it over.

Two minutes later.

Crackling firecrackers sounded downstairs.

The floor is so high that Wu Lin can't see Ye Wang from the window, and even the firecracker flames are hard to catch.

But he knew the crackle belonged to their family.

He was a day late for his New Year's Eve dinner and, well, it still came.

Soon, Ye Wang returned with a cold wind.

The two sat together in the couch eating dumplings, and when they were done, they continued to nestle in and watch TV, the party replaying and replaying again as if it would never end.

Firecrackers and fireworks began to be set off outside the windows again, and such joyfulness probably continued until the fifteenth day of the first month.

Today is the first day of the year, but Wu Lin feels that this is his New Year's Eve.

At exactly zero hour, he reached for the calendar on the coffee table.

As his fingertips touched the page, he realized that he had forgotten to turn the page yesterday, and the date was still stuck on the last day of the old calendar year.

Flick through the pages.

The New Year has finally begun.

" Ye Wang." Wu Lin suddenly called out to the person beside him.

Ye Wang was seriously delving into the family magic of the party when he heard his name and reflexively turned his head.

Then he saw Wu Lin smiling at him, his eyes curved like the moon: "Happy New Year."

Outside the window, another firework bloomed.

Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, New Year's Eve and the first day of the year, the two times and spaces seem to coincide in this instant.

Ye Wang never thought there was anything to be happy about during the holidays, but Wu Lin was particularly good at smiling.

"Tongue-in-cheek." That's what he wanted to say that night.

The night passed like water, and the east was white.

The evening's reruns finally ended and were replaced by the morning news.

Wu Lin touched his arm to Ye Wang, who had already started to doze off, "Hey, shouldn't you go home."

The first day of the year to run out to play, but also play a play all night, and then do not go home to report, it does not make sense.

Ye Wang, on the other hand, looked indifferent: "No need."

Wu Lin was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He took it over and saw the caller, his eyes brightened abruptly, the sleepiness on his face swept away, and the tone of his voice when he answered the phone was one of complete surprise: "Brother-in-law, you're back?"

Brother-in-law?

Ye Wang raised his eyes slightly.

The brother-in-law that Wu Lin played with at his grandma's house and then separated when one went to middle school and the other to college?

"Hmmmmm ...... have time ...... no problem ...... line ...... "

After a short conversation, Wu Lin ended the call, happiness still on his face, "My brother-in-law is back, I'll go look for him at noon later."

"Back from the field?"

"Uh, Beijing."

"Then you don't have to be so happy." Ye Wang had never seen Wu Lin so happy about anyone, not even the day he took him for a drive.

Wu Lin is completely unaware of this: "Am I happy?"

Ye Wang: "The eyes are gone."

Wu Lin was a bit embarrassed and calmed his flighty mood a bit before saying, "Did I not tell you about my brother-in-law."

Ye Wang's brow twitched slightly, even as he responded.

Just like in the car that day, if you talk, I listen, if you don't, it doesn't matter.

Wu Lin likes this kind of audience with little enthusiasm, and it's strange that things he never talks about with other people seem to be especially easy to talk about with Ye Wang.

"My brother-in-law's name is Qiran Tao and he's six years older than me, and he was the one who took me to play when I first arrived at my grandma's house ......"

Wu Lin looked up at the overhead lights in the house, and in the light, it was as if he saw that time again.

Distant, yet happy as yesterday.

"There is delicious, we both eat together, there is fun, we both play together, who wants to bully me, he can help me take revenge the next day to go ...... "Thinking of something, Wu Lin poofed joy, "but he can't fight, as long as the difference in age with the the other party's age difference is less than three years old, eight out of ten times he will return in defeat."

"That's really not working." Ye Wang Objective evaluation.

"Because he just wasn't cut out for fighting," Wu Lin laughed, "His hands were for holding paintbrushes."

"Painting?" Ye Wang's eyes flashed.

"Yes, he has been particularly talented in painting since he was a child," Wu Lin said with a pride she didn't even notice, "He was admitted to the oil painting department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and before he graduated, his works were already being collected at a high price, and he graduated a couple of years ago and stayed on directly at the school, so I rarely see him once a year now. ......"

"You're not coming back for summer and winter vacations?" Don't all teachers have vacations.

"Rarely," Wu Lin says, "does he go to the mountains on summer and winter vacations to work."

Ye Wang: "Mountains?"

Wu Lin : "Yes, he stayed for a vacation, saying that only in this way could he completely quiet his mind to create, and he himself liked to paint landscapes and animals, not people, and the mountains were the most suitable."

After saying this, Wu Lin suddenly realized something and turned his head to look at Ye Wang with a subtle expression.

Ye Wang's tone of voice: "What are you looking at?"

Wu Lin guffawed, he wasn't afraid of Ye Wang's fierceness now, and even wanted to deign to pet the tiger's head, "It's just that I think you two are a bit alike, neither of you likes people."

Ye Wang was unimpressed, "He is not into painting, I am pressed."

"I know, you said it the day of the fog," Wu Lin finally managed to get his hands on him, but didn't dare to actually touch his head, so he patted the tiger on the shoulder, "I borrowed your advice, the whole world isn't human now."

Ye Wang: "......"

A prophecy, the global wild awakening this pot, Wang students are sure to take the blame.

It was still early, and Wu Lin wanted to sleep for two or three hours, so that he wouldn't be sleepy when he went to his appointment at noon. But he was in such a good mood that he tossed and turned in his bed.

Ye Wang, on the other hand, slept comfortably for three hours, then put on his jacket and stepped on his shoes: "Where's the appointment, I'll give you a ride."

He finished painting his car a year ago, and on the first day of the month he drove over to find Wu Lin, who had been parked in the underground parking lot of the Garden Apartments for the past two days.

"No," Wu Lin didn't want to bother him, "I'll just take a taxi."

Ye Wang slapped him on the head, "What a lot of words."

After the shot, a couple more hand jerks.

Wu Lin: "......"

Or he could just get a crew cut too.

On the second day of the year, people are out and about and the streets are a bit jammed.

Ye Wang drove for about forty minutes before arriving at the street Wu Lin had mentioned, the coffee shop.

Ye Wang pulls over to the side of the road and notices that the coffee shop's doors are closed and it's not open.

Wu Lin also saw it, but seemed to anticipate it, taking out his cell phone and sending a voice to his brother-in-law, "I'm here."

It wasn't long before the store door opened from the inside and two men walked out. They were about the same age, both six or seven years older than Wu Lin and Ye Wang. One was a little taller, wearing a workman's jacket with hard features, and the other was a little thinner, wearing a long down jacket with a hood that almost blocked his not-so-large face.

"Brother-in-law!" Wu Lin opened the door and jumped out of the car, walked straight to the man in the long down coat, stood still and then looked to the man in the work uniform next to him and dutifully shouted, " Brother Li Zhao."

The man named Li Zhao nodded slightly.

The man in the long down coat smiles gently and reaches out to pinch Wu Lin's face before looking at Ye Wang in the SUV.

Ye Wang now saw Qiran Tao's face, white and clean, elegant, with a kind of ease between his eyebrows, not quite like an oil painting, but like a Chinese painting, with a bit of unearthly fairy atmosphere.

"Your classmate?" Qiran Tao asked Wu Lin.

Wu Lin almost forgot about Ye Wang and hurriedly said, "Uh, classmate ......"

Oh, classmate.

Ye Wang retracts his eyes, looks ahead again, presses the clutch and puts it in gear.

Wu Lin: "Classmates who are particularly close."

Ye Wang, who almost stepped on the gas and took off, put his foot back as if nothing had happened.