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Luo Rui's pastry shop finally finished the hard decoration before the Chinese New Year. During the Spring Festival, it will let the smell dry, and after the new year, they will start purchasing, soft decoration, and recruiting people. Both Luo Rui and Wen Xiaohui lost several pounds during this period.

, I have gained a lot of wisdom after suffering a loss, and finally my work was not in vain.

When Juxing held its annual meeting, it was actually a break-up meal. At the annual meeting, Liuxing and Xiaoyan announced that Juxing would be acquired and reorganized and integrated. Everyone in the studio would receive reasonable arrangements, unless they wanted to

They have to find another job, otherwise they will continue to work in the new Juxing. For these small employees, it is not very important who the upper-level boss is, but they all know that Xiaoyan will take away a lot of people.

A group of people set up their own business.

Wen Xiaohui has long known these things from Shao Qun. Since he left, he has been hugging Shao Qun's lap very seriously. The reorganized Juxing is in need of people the most, and he knows that he will soon get a lot of people.

Good development opportunities.

Liu Xing gave each of them a generous red envelope. Wen Xiaohui took the red envelope and turned around and bought a fur coat for his mother. When his mother received the clothes, she scolded him for spending money while looking hard in the mirror.

I refused to take it off for a long time.

During the Chinese New Year, Luo Rui and his parents went to Switzerland for vacation. Wen Xiaohui and his mother were busy cleaning and preparing New Year's goods until the 29th of the New Year.

During the day on New Year's Eve, Wen Xiaohui was going out with a bunch of new year's goods.

Feng Yuehua put on the facial mask and watched TV: "Where are you going on New Year's Eve?"

"Send me a gift and I'll be back in the afternoon." He was going to find Luo Yi. He couldn't accompany Luo Yi during the New Year, but at least he had to give him some delicious food.

"Come back early. If you're late, there won't be a car."

"Know."

Carrying large and small bags, Wen Xiaohui struggled to open the door and shouted into the room: "Luo Yi, come and take the things."

Luo Yi ran down from upstairs and took the bags from his hands: "Why do you bring so many things? How can I eat them all by myself?"

"It's not all food." Wen Xiaohui kicked one of the bags, "Look, you haven't even hung up the couplets. You don't look like you're celebrating the New Year."

Luo Yi's house really didn't feel like the New Year at all. There was no one around, there was no atmosphere, and it was as deserted as usual.

Luo Yi said calmly: "It's not easy to live alone."

Wen Xiaohui sighed: "It's a pity that I can't spend the New Year with you...but I came to see you on the second day of the new year, okay?"

Luo Yi smiled: "It's okay, you go and accompany your mother, I'm used to it."

"No one spent the New Year with you before?"

"Mom will be here occasionally, but not necessarily." Luo Yi shrugged, "It is said that the greatest meaning of the New Year is reunion. For me, the New Year is a general strike in the entire society, which is very inconvenient."

Wen Xiaohui patted his shoulder: "Give me some time, I will find a chance to convince my mother, and we will celebrate the New Year together in the future. No matter where you will work when you grow up, during the New Year, you will be reunited with your family

when."

Luo Yi smiled and said: "When you are by my side, it is when I am reunited with my family. It doesn't matter whether it is the New Year or not, so you should go back and be with your mother as soon as possible."

Wen Xiaohui rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, I'll leave after posting the couplets. I also brought red lanterns. If you live in a big villa, you need to hang lanterns."

The two of them found stools and glue and began to paste New Year couplets. Luo Yi seemed to be quite curious about this and was studying the rhymes in the couplets.

"Isn't this your first time posting couplets?"

"Yes." Luo Yi said with a smile.

Wen Xiaohui felt very emotional in his heart. He could not say that Yaya was too irresponsible, so he could only try his best to be nice to Luo Yi to make up for his lack of weight in childhood.

With the couplets and the Chinese character "Fu" pasted on it, the European-style solid wood carved door was completely infected with a rustic atmosphere, but Luo Yi was very happy, saying it looked festive.

"Come on, let's hang the lantern. This requires nails."

"I'll do it." Luo Yi climbed up the ladder.

Wen Xiaohui looked at Luo Yi from bottom to top. When Luo Yi raised his hand to hammer the nails, the hem of his sweatshirt was pulled up, revealing his flat and strong abdominal muscles. Paired with the pair of long curved legs, it was really beautiful.

Don't want to take my eyes away.

Luo Yi seemed to feel something, and suddenly lowered his head, and his eyes met Wen Xiaohui's in the air before he could take them back.

Wen Xiaohui felt nervous for a while.

Luo Yi smiled slightly: "Another nail."

"Oh." Wen Xiaohui hurriedly handed it over, but he used too much force and the thin nail directly poked Luo Yi's hand.

Luo Yi retracted his fingers and saw a small stream of blood droplets coming out.

"Damn..." Wen Xiaohui said, "Come down quickly."

"It's okay, it's almost finished."

"No, the nails are so dirty. Come down and disinfect them first."

Luo Yi had no choice but to come down. Wen Xiaohui looked at the hand and felt particularly distressed. He had poked a small piece of flesh off such a beautiful finger. It was really a sin. He took out the medicine box and first pressed Luo Yi's wound with an alcohol cotton ball.

, looked at Luo Yi with an apologetic look, and whispered: "I'm sorry."

Luo Yi smiled and said: "It's a little flesh wound, there's nothing to apologize for."

Wen Xiaohui grabbed his finger, feeling extremely annoyed. He increasingly couldn't understand what he was thinking, just like he couldn't understand what Luo Yi was thinking.

After disinfection, Wen Xiaohui put a band-aid on him. Just as he was about to let go, Luo Yi's fingers flexibly wrapped around Wen Xiaohui's.

Wen Xiaohui froze immediately and looked up at Luo Yi tremblingly.

Luo Yi was also looking at him, looking at him with those deep eyes that contained indescribable emotions, and said softly: "I lied, I don't want you to go, I really want to celebrate the New Year with you."

Wen Xiaohui felt like his heart had been hit hard, and everything felt wrong.

Luo Yi's body slowly came closer: "You said you would always spend the New Year with me, but you have a mother now and will have a boyfriend in the future. Will you still spend time with me?" He looked at it without blinking.

Wen Xiaohui, "I really want to keep you by my side." His face was already close to Wen Xiaohui's, and the distance between them was less than a punch. Luo Yi lowered his eyes and fell on Wen Xiaohui's lips.

Wen Xiaohui's heart started beating like crazy. Seeing that the two of them were about to touch each other, he suddenly pushed Luo Yi away.

Luo Yi was unprepared and was almost pushed off the sofa. He looked at Wen Xiaohui with a hint of grievance on his expression.

Wen Xiaohui gasped, with a face full of panic: "You, what are you doing, Luo Yi?"

Luo Yi wrung his hands and whispered: "I just want to know how to keep you with me."

Wen Xiaohui said loudly: "It would never be like this no matter what! You are confused, aren't you? Do you think this is child's play!"

Luo Yi raised his face with sad eyes: "I just don't know what to do, will you hate me?"

Wen Xiaohui looked at that look and immediately lost all temper. He sighed deeply: "How could you have such an idea?"

"Because you like men."

"But I won't like my sister's son." Wen Xiaohui said very seriously, "I know you don't like me that way at all. You just... were too lonely before. I hope I will always be with you. I understand you.

But I can never have this kind of thought again. You are not gay. Don’t hint to yourself or embarrass yourself.”

Luo Yi pursed his lips and whispered: "But you will be snatched away by others."

Wen Xiaohui rubbed his earlobe and said softly: "No one can take me away. My mother is my mother, my boyfriend is my boyfriend, you are you, you are one of my most important family members, and I will always do it no matter what."

Stay with you."

Luo Yi nodded and hugged him gently: "Brother Xiaohui, you are very important to me."

Wen Xiaohui stroked his back: "I know, you are also very important to me."

"You are the only person in this world that I trust, and you trust me completely, right?"

"Of course." Wen Xiaohui said without hesitation.

"Well, that's good." Luo Yi tightened his arms, his eyes as calm as water, without any waves.

Wen Xiaohui has been a little uneasy since he returned home. What he was most worried about happened. Fortunately, Luo Yi's feelings for him should be relatively vague. It's not like he likes him, but he is overly dependent and afraid of losing. After all, Luo Yi is old.

I'm still young, and when I see him liking men, I'm inevitably easily influenced, just like everyone around me has a certain popular haircut, and I want to try it, but I don't know if I really want it or if it's suitable for me.

It was partly his fault for not thinking carefully. He would never talk to Luo Yi about men again.

In the evening, Wen Xiaohui and his mother went to his grandma and grandpa's house to celebrate the New Year. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he went to see his grandma. Apart from New Year's greetings messages, he and Luo Yi had unusually not had frequent contact in the past two days. Even on the third day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Xiaohui made excuses to

He stayed with his grandma instead of going to Luo Yi. He thought it would be better to let Luo Yi calm down.

When Luo Rui called back from abroad to say New Year greetings, Wen Xiaohui thought he was on an international call and didn't talk much, but he couldn't help but tell Luo Rui what happened.

Luo Rui yelled on the other end of the phone for a while, then asked worriedly: "What should I do?"

Wen Xiaohui said irritably: "It's hard to say anything. Let's wait until you come back to talk."

"Damn, half of it is gossip and half is left. Do you have gossip ethics? You don't want people to celebrate the New Year."

Wen Xiaohui snorted: "The rich guy who went to Switzerland for vacation deserves to have a bad year and die."

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Xiaohui felt that it would not be good to continue like this, so he went to find Luo Yi with his New Year's goods.

Luo Yi looked as usual, as if nothing had happened, but his face was pale, his eyes were haggard, and he looked very tired.

"What's wrong with you? Did you stay up late?"

"I can't do anything during the Chinese New Year. I just stay up all night playing games."

Wen Xiaohui couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not coming to accompany him earlier: "You're not allowed to stay up late in the future." Wen Xiaohui put down his things, took out a red envelope from his bag, shook it with a smile, "Here, have a happy New Year."

Luo Yi smiled and said, "The red envelope is for me."

"Of course it's for you, although it's not very thick. When Brother Xiaohui makes a lot of money in the future, he will definitely give you a very thick one."

Luo Yi took the red envelope and looked very happy: "I would be happy if you just wrapped it in a piece of paper."

Wen Xiaohui took off his coat: "Let's cook together and make up for your New Year's Eve dinner."

"OK."

Wen Xiaohui put the things in the kitchen and started sorting: "This is the braised pork marinated by my grandma. It's super delicious. My mother didn't inherit her mother's cooking skills at all."

"Yeah, it smells good."

Wen Xiaohui was making introductions. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a thick cigarette butt between the trash can and the corner of the wall. He reached out and picked up the cigarette butt: "Hey, Luo Yi, don't you smoke?"
To be continued...