sunset mountains

Chapter 29

After Xin Zhe left, there were two more heavy snowfalls in the village. Fortunately, there was nothing to go out to do now. Xiao Yanwei and Wei Chi stayed at home for several days.

It was already the end of the twelfth lunar month when the road was able to drive normally.

"It's the last big episode of the year." Wei Chi stood in front of the closet and put on his clothes, with his back to Xiao Yanwei and said, "Go and see it?"

The two stayed up late last night, Xiao Yanwei was still sleepy, buried his head in the pillow and didn't answer, he just snorted and took it as an answer.

Wei Chi changed his clothes and walked over, knelt down beside the bed, stretched out his hand to smooth the hair on his forehead, "Are you still sleepy?"

"Yeah," Xiao Yan turned his face away and rubbed against Wei Chi's palm, his voice was a little nasal, "sleepy."

Wei Chi stretched out his hand and pinched Xiao Yanwei's earlobe, "Yesterday I told you to go to bed early but you refused."

Xiao Yanwei hummed, and said nonchalantly, "Teacher Wei is doing a good job."

It sounded like he was mostly awake.

Wei Chi couldn't hold back his laughter, and simply sat down on the ground. He put the tip of his nose against Xiao Yanwei's side face, and asked half seductively, "Are you coming?"

Xiao Yanwei shook his head, "I won't come, I'm tired."

"Huh?" Wei Chi asked deliberately again, "Teacher Wei is tired after working so well?"

Xiao Yanwei cleared his throat, "I moved on it for half a night, you must not be tired."

Wei Chi raised his eyebrows, poked his hand under the quilt, and touched Xiao Yanwei's hip bone, pinching gently, "Why is Teacher Xiao so energetic early in the morning?"

"Well," Xiao Yanwei pressed his groping hands under the quilt, and sighed half-truthfully, "It's hard to say."

Wei Chi smiled and withdrew his hand, "Get up when you wake up."

Xiao Yanwei raised his chin, "For a while."

"What about now?" Wei Chi asked.

"Well," Xiao Yanwei raised his hand to press Wei Chi's back neck and pulled him closer, without the final sound between his lips, he mumbled, "Let's have a kiss first."

When Wei Chi got up, he opened the curtains halfway. His bedroom was well lit, and the bright but soft light came through the half-opened curtains, which made people feel very at ease.

Wei Chi bit Xiao Yanwei's lower lip carefully, like every morning when the sunlight filled the bedroom, he kissed Xiao Yanwei tenderly and moistly.

Before Xiao Yan woke up, it was already daylight, and Wei Chi was heating up the motorcycle outside.

Xiao Yan hadn't washed well, he leaned against the door frame half clothed, watching Wei Chi go back and forth to work.

"Teacher Wei." Xiao Yan didn't call out to him.

Wei Chi hung his helmet on the handlebar of the motorcycle, "Huh?"

"Aren't you going home for Chinese New Year?" Xiao Yanwei asked.

Wei Chi frowned and walked towards him, "What's wrong?"

"Is uncle at home by himself?" Xiao Yanwei thought for a while, "Aren't you going back to accompany me?"

Wei Chi shook his head, "My dad should go to my grandparents."

"Oh." Xiao Yanwei licked his lips and didn't speak again.

Wei Chi raised his hand to help him put his clothes together, "It's fine to go back."

"Then how about..." Xiao Yan was interrupted by Wei Chi before he could finish his sentence.

"But you have to come with me." Wei Chi said.

Xiao Yanwei thought about it, and felt that he didn't really want to see his parents right away, "I will definitely do it next time."

Wei Chi raised his hand and scratched his chin, "Change your shoes, let's go now."

Because it was the last big fair before the year, the long street with stalls was usually crowded with people, and the utilization area of ​​the long street was much larger.

Xiao Yanwei still didn't like the excitement so much, he leaned closer to Wei Chi, "What do you want to buy?"

It’s already the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, and there will be two days before New Year’s Eve. Because of the heavy snow a few days ago, most people in the nearby villages rush to buy New Year’s goods today.

Wei Chi actually didn't celebrate the New Year outside by himself, he and Xiao Yanwei are not very good at cooking, so he suggested, "Do you want to eat hot pot?"

Xiao Yanwei's eyes lit up, "Eat."

Wei Chi chose a lot of dishes, and both of them had their hands full. Wei Chi put the things on the motorcycle, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Yanwei staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Wei Chi asked.

"Teacher Wei," Xiao Yanwei's expression suddenly became a little weird, he stammered, "How about..."

I don't know if it's because the tacit understanding between the two has improved after they got together, Wei Chi knew what he wanted to say immediately, and he took the words, "Let's go, go to Jiang Shuo's."

Xiao Yanwei approached with a smile, "Mr. Wei isn't jealous?"

Wei Chi glanced at him, deliberately suppressed his voice and pretended to be unhappy, "Jealous."

There were a lot of people on the street, Xiao Yanwei looked to the side, squatted behind the motorcycle, "Teacher Wei, come here."

Wei Chi dubiously walked over and squatted beside him, "Why..."

Xiao Yanwei quickly moved over, kissed the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "Baby, don't be jealous."

When the two arrived at Jiang Shuo's house, Jiang Shuo was sweeping the yard with a big broom. When he saw the two coming, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it. He quickly put the broom against the wall, "Mr. Wei, brother."

Wei Chi nodded, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Jiang Shuo raised his hand and touched his nose, a little embarrassed, "Not yet."

"Let's go together," Xiao Yanwei waved his hand at him, "I saw that noodle restaurant was still open when I came here."

Jiang Shuo nodded, "I'll change clothes."

Although it was the end of the year, the shops in the town were basically locals, so most of them were still open, and the three of them went to the noodle shop they had been to several times.

Jiang Shuo was a little cautious. Although it was already a holiday, he still felt a little awkward sitting at the same table with the teacher for dinner, so the meal was very quiet.

When the few people had almost eaten, Jiang Shuo raised his cup to Xiao Yanwei and Wei Chi, but was unable to speak for a long time.

Both Wei Chi and Xiao Yanwei put down their chopsticks and looked at him.

Young people's eyes are always very shallow.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Shuo's eye circles turned red.

His hand holding the cup trembled, and his voice became hoarse, "Teacher, brother."

In fact, most of the time, language is the most pale, he doesn't need to say anything, Wei Chi and Xiao Yanwei can know what he wants to express.

Wei Chi touched him with a cup, and said, "Jiang Shuo, do you know why many schools put the word 'hope' in front of it?"

Jiang Shuo blinked, feeling that the heat in the cup made people's eyes hurt, he said, "I know."

"You are the hope of many people," Wei Chi smiled, "I want to be the one who brings you hope."

He clinked glasses with Xiao Yanwei again, "Mr. Xiao is too."

In the end, Jiang Shuo still refused to celebrate the New Year with the two of them. Xiao Yanwei and Wei Chi bought a lot of goods for many years and delivered them to his home before going back.

The village has been very lively these past few days. Many young people who went out to work have returned. The older children in the family are basically from Wei Chi's school.

The villagers don't have so many twists and turns, and the gifts are pure and sincere. Knowing that Wei Chi won't be home for the New Year, this family will bring some bacon, that family will send some sauerkraut, and Xiao Yan's cheeks hurt from eating preserved fruit up.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, chewing a dark orange dried fruit with some difficulty, "What kind of fruit did you use to dry it? It's so hard."

Wei Chi was making dumpling stuffing, glanced at him, reached out and took the dried fruit in his hand and put it in his mouth, "Don't eat it if it's hard."

Before Xiao Yan got up, he was going to grab him, Wei Chi flashed the stuffing basin, but Xiao Yan didn't rush.

The two were arguing, and Yao Dabao's bright voice rang out in the yard.

Yao Dabao was still wearing the royal blue winter clothes, and greeted Wei Chi and Xiao Yanwei.

Wei Chi called him in, and Yao Dabao waved his hand, "Brother Wei Chi, why don't you post Spring Festival couplets?"

The custom here is to post Spring Festival couplets before dark on New Year's Eve.

Wei Chi and Xiao Yan didn't even look at each other, they both saw a little helplessness in each other's eyes.

Spring Festival couplets forgot to buy.

"What should I do?" Xiao Yanwei asked.

Wei Chi thought for a while, put the pot of stuffing on the coffee table, and greeted Xiao Yan undressed, "Let's go."

Finally, Wei Chi led Xiao Yanwei to a small courtyard far away from them, Xiao Yanwei looked at the fence that was missing a few bamboos, "Where is this?"

Wei Chi pulled him into the yard, "Wang Song's father's house."

After he finished speaking, he stood at the door of the hut and shouted inside, "Uncle Wang!"

Immediately there was a person inside who opened the cotton curtain and looked out, Xiao Yan didn't know who Wang Song was, so he met Er Ma face to face.

"Teacher Wei, Teacher Xiao," Er Ma was a little surprised, and quickly raised the curtain to let the two of them in, "Why are you here?"

Wei Chi walked in first, "Is Uncle Wang at home?"

"My dad is inside," Erma beckoned Xiao Yanwei to come in quickly, "Teacher Wei, is there something for him?"

Wei Chi smiled, "I forgot to buy Spring Festival couplets, I asked Uncle Wang to write one for me."

Erma's father is very good at writing calligraphy, and he is famous in several villages.

They came by coincidence. Uncle Wang was half bent over with a brush and writing on the small table. When he saw them coming in, he smiled and said hello, "What are you writing?"

Wei Chi looked at Xiao Yanwei, "What are you writing?"

Xiao Yanwei thought for a while, took a pencil from the side, found a piece of waste paper to write on and handed it to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Hard Work."

Uncle Wang took the paper and looked at it, saying "it's not like Spring Festival couplets", while writing on the red Spring Festival couplets.

After he finished writing, he handed it to Wei Chi, "Look."

The ink was not completely dry yet, so Wei Chi handled it carefully.

On the red Spring Festival couplet paper, two lines of Bai Juyi's poems were written in strong and powerful fonts.

"The shepherd's flower and elm pod are deep in the village, and the spring breeze will come for me."

Arrogant and vigorous, Wei Chi looked at Xiao Yanwei, carefully put away the Spring Festival couplets, and thanked Uncle Wang, "Very good."

After the two returned home, they pasted up the Spring Festival couplets, Wei Chi locked the door and took Xiao Yanwei into the house.

He pressed Xiao Yanwei's shoulders against the wall, and kissed him heavily and hastily.

Xiao Yanwei raised his head slightly, raised his hand and pushed Wei Chi's shoulder, his voice was intermittent, "What's wrong?"

Wei Chi grabbed his hand and pressed it against the wall, "I don't know."

Xiao Yan didn't ask any more questions, and kissed Wei Chi quietly and passionately.

The two hugged and fell onto the bed, their clothes scattered all over the floor.

They go from sunset to starburst.

Sweat dripped from Wei Chi's chin onto Xiao Yanwei's collarbone, and Xiao Yanwei's tears slid down the corners of his eyes into the pillow.

Sex/love is their frequent and lengthy declaration.

The sound of firecrackers outside overwhelmed the panting of the two, and it was past twelve o'clock.

Wei Chi hugged Xiao Yanwei, licked and kissed the corners of his eyes, wrists, and every joint that were reddened by overstimulation, and said to him, "Happy New Year"

Xiao Yan didn't get close to Wei Chi, but put his forehead on his chin, "Yan Shu also has a poem about spring."

"Which sentence?" Wei Chi asked.

"Every year, every year, we share the spring breeze."

Wei Chi hugged Xiao Yanwei tightly, "Is it about spring?"

Xiao Yanwei moved in his arms, "Then tell me, what is it about?"

Wei Chi lowered his head and kissed him gently, "It's about you and me."

"Well," Xiao Yan didn't seriously kiss him, "it's about you and me."