Zhou Weian was startled by him and said incoherently: I, I didn't think of anything.
He Songyang had seen through him and walked out of the elevator with a smile without saying a word. Zhou Wei'an was ashamed of his erotic thoughts just now. He followed He Songyang with his head down and said: Don't Mr. He spend the New Year with his family?
No, there are endless things for the elders to get together, we juniors are all playing their own things
He Songyang greeted Zhou Wei'an to get on the car
Zhou Wei'an sat in the passenger seat and said: Then where are we going?
The car was driving on the road. Because it was New Year's Eve, the road that was usually blocked was empty, and the road was unobstructed. He Songyang said: Go to Times Square Ah
You can still see snowflakes floating in the sky through the car window. Zhou Wei'an knows Times Square, the commercial area in the city center is right there, high-rise buildings, large department stores, various specialty restaurants and leisure and entertainment facilities are scattered. During holidays, students also like to make an appointment to go shopping, eat or watch movies, but the average consumption there is relatively expensive, and Zhou Wei'an has only been there once or twice.
When we were about to arrive in Times Square, there were more and more cars on both sides of the road. Zhou Wei'an thought it would be very deserted, but he didn't expect it to be full of people. There were many vendors selling cold fireworks and glow sticks on the roadside.
He Songyang finally found an empty space and parked the car. The two of them walked towards the center of the square together.
The Spring Festival Gala was broadcasting live on the huge screen, friends and family were walking in the square in groups of three or three, fireworks were set off in the open space in the center of the square, and the huge smoke screen made the night sky bright
Zhou Wei'an said in surprise: I didn't expect there were so many people here today
He Songyang said: People nowadays don’t like to sit at home and stay up to New Year’s Eve dinner outside. When the time comes, everyone will count down together, that will be lively.
Zhou Wei'an was very excited after hearing this, with bright eyes. He thought that this year would pass so deserted again, but now he is standing here, infected by the lively atmosphere around him, and suddenly he feels that the New Year is actually a very happy thing.
He Songyang looked at him happily, and his expression on his face couldn't help but soften. He saw Zhou Wei'an looking at several children who were holding cold fireworks in his hands, so he took Zhou Wei'an's hand and said: Let's buy fireworks too.
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment, his face turned red: That's what the children played with
He Songyang smiled and said: Today is New Year's Day, as long as I am happy
The two of them walked to the vendor and bought a lot of small fireworks. Zhou Wei'an held a large handful of fireworks sticks and put a few of them and felt that they were really naive. Several children looked at him with longing expressions, and he was embarrassed to share the fireworks with them to play with.
He Songyang said with an unhappy look: Why did you give it to everyone?
Zhou Wei'an smiled and said: I'm still not suitable for playing this... He took the initiative to pull He Songyang's hand and said, Thank you, Mr. He
He Songyang snorted, held his hand and said: OK, you are a spoiled man, let's go to the center of the square, the countdown should be almost timed
Well, Zhou Wei'an nodded, there were bustling crowds around, everyone was immersed in a happy and peaceful atmosphere, no one would notice that the two men were holding hands
They walked to the center of the square, and everyone gathered. The Spring Festival Gala on the big screen was singing the last song of the year. Then the hosts stood together and said some festive words, and then the countdown began.
The building of the tallest building in the center of Times Square has become a huge display screen, with numbers flashing on it
The people in the entire square cheered and counted down: ten, nine, eight, seven...
Zhou Wei'an's eyes shining, and he couldn't help but shout: Three, two, one!
Huge fireworks were set off in the night sky, lit up the sky, He Songyang held Zhou Wei'an's face and kissed him heavily.
Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes wide in shock, forgot everything, and reacted in his ears the sound of cheering and blessings of the crowds around him. The people in love hugged and kissed each other. The new year is coming.
He Songyang's lips were so hot. Zhou Wei'an closed his eyes, hugged He Songyang's waist, opened his lips slightly, letting He Songyang's tongue slide in. The two of them kissed themselves, and the thick scarf covered their faces.
In this occasion, at this time, this kiss made Zhou Wei feel relieved.
He...is really, he likes Mr. He very much
I like it very much... I feel so painful
Does Mr. He have the same feeling as me? Does Mr. He also... like me?
Hearing Zhou Wei'an's breathless moan, He Songyang retreated and hugged Zhou Wei'an tightly for a long time before he looked at the other person and slowly moved his lips.
Zhou Wei'an, I...
His eyes were shining with different lights, a little shy, a little nervous, and more determined
Zhou Wei was pounding his mouth with an uneasy look forward to it. What did Mr. He want to say to him?
At that moment, it seemed that time had stopped
Until the next moment, they heard a heart-wrenching roar, and He Songyang's dark pupils suddenly expanded. Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes and felt his shoulders being grabbed. He twisted it hard and he was carried into his arms by He Songyang.
He heard the sound of something being pierced and tearful. He Songyang groaned in his ear. The thing pulled out of his body and then stabbed it in again. The red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth and dripped on Zhou Wei'an's shoulders.
Zhou Wei'an stared at him and felt He Songyang's body shaking for a moment. He reached out to hold He Songyang, his voice tightened: He, Mr. He?
Chaotic screams came from all around, and the crowd scattered everywhere, and a circle was empty between them. He Songyang's body softened. Zhou Wei'an couldn't help him and knelt on the ground. He saw that He Songyang's back waist was stabbed by a knife, and the blood had already wet his clothes.
Zhou Wei'an's head was blank. He shivered and touched He Songyang's face. He said: Mr. He, Mr. He... His throat was so tight that he could hardly make a sound. He Songyang closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, his face was pale with excessive blood loss.
Someone around called the police and called an ambulance. People with kindness gathered up and said to Zhou Wei'an: Are you okay? Let's take your friend to the hospital...
Zhou Wei'an seemed to have been thrown into the deep water, and the voices of the people around him were like they were separated by water, and they couldn't hear clearly.
He hugged He Songyang's body, his body covered with He Songyang's blood. He trembled and took off his scarf to block the bleeding wound. A small pool of blood had gathered on the ground.
Zhou Wei'an lowered his head, pressed his face against He Songyang's face, and called in a low voice: Mr. He...
At this moment, he was even more at silence than when he learned that his mother had cancer. He Songyang's blood seemed to have deprived all his senses in an instant. He was so scared that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.
Soon the alarm sound of the ambulance was getting closer and closer. The medical staff carried He Songyang onto the stretcher, and Zhou Wei'an also got on the car. The nurse looked frightened and put a blanket on him.
When the ambulance drove away from Times Square, the snow in the sky had not stopped, and Zhou Wei'an still vaguely heard the music of "Unforgettable Tonight" echoing outside.
The doctors gave He Songyang an emergency treatment. As soon as they entered the hospital, He Songyang was pushed into the emergency room. Zhou Wei'an sat on the bench in the corridor. The bright red lights in the emergency room were particularly dazzling in the dim corridor.
I don't know how long it took, the smell of blood on his body had numbed Zhou Wei'an. He held his body and curled up on the chair, and was cold after a while.
A burst of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and several people walked over. The middle-aged man in the lead looked a bit similar to He Songyang's face. Compared to his Zhou Zheng, He Songyang's face was a little more tender as the woman behind. At this time, the beautiful woman's eyes were red. If it weren't for someone holding her, she would almost have been unable to stand.
Zhou Wei'an recognized the middle-aged man, the secretary and the father of He Songyang, who often appeared in the news broadcast.
Zhou Wei'an stood up, and at this moment a doctor also came up to him, saying something to Secretary He very earnestly. Secretary He looked very heavy and nodded from time to time.
Zhou Wei'an also wanted to know how He Songyang is now, so he couldn't help but get closer and want to listen to their conversation.
His actions made the woman notice him. The woman was stunned, stared at Zhou Wei'an for a while, pointed at him and screamed: It's you!
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the woman rushed over and slapped Zhou Wei'an in the face. She looked very weak, but the slap she used all her strength and almost slapped Zhou Wei'an down.
He finally stood firm, half of his face numbed when he was slapped, his ears buzzed, and a warm nosebleed flowed out of his nose, his mouth full of blood.
The woman was going to catch Zhou Wei'an. Secretary He grabbed her hand and scolded: Enough, are you crazy?
The woman struggled and shouted: You are still stopping me, it is this fairy who is harmful to you, otherwise how could your son lie there!
Zhou Wei'an's mind was in a mess. He realized that the woman was He Songyang's mother and immediately felt that she should have been beaten. If the person lying in the emergency room was himself, his mother would have been so angry...
Secretary He's face darkened, and he looked like he was not angry and arrogant, and said: It's not him who stabs your son with a knife. If you take your anger at will, you will not look like a parent!
Mrs. He covered her mouth and started crying: Songyang, if Songyang has anything to do, I can't live anymore...
Secretary He sighed, hugged Mrs. He's shoulder to comfort her. His eyes looked at Zhou Wei'an, and Zhou Wei'an suddenly didn't dare to move.
Secretary He said to him: You go
Zhou Wei'an became anxious and said: But, Mr. He...
His affairs have nothing to do with you in the future. Let's go. Secretary He said it again. His voice was cold, he looked unfamiliar, and his attitude was as business-related as he was praised in the news.
Zhou Wei'an walked to the hospital door in a daze, his legs were so weak that he could hardly walk.
He sat down on the steps, and the blood on his body had basically dried up, revealing a black color
He curled up with his legs, buried his head in his knees, and the fine snowflakes fell on him, which soon dyed his shoulders wet.
The empty street, in the cold and quiet air, a painful whimper came from afar. The person who made the sound quickly clenched his teeth. If his shoulders were not trembling, he would be like a stone statue, silent.
The fog of fireworks has dissipated in the air. After the crowd has had the happiest time, they will have a beautiful dream. Then, on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, they wear new clothes, greet each other and congratulate each other. Children can also receive red envelopes from their elders, with blessings and expectations. They hope that in the new year, they can study hard and get into a good university.
The darkness blew open the thick night, and the sky gradually showed clear whiteness. The first day of the new year has quietly arrived
He Songyang had seen through him and walked out of the elevator with a smile without saying a word. Zhou Wei'an was ashamed of his erotic thoughts just now. He followed He Songyang with his head down and said: Don't Mr. He spend the New Year with his family?
No, there are endless things for the elders to get together, we juniors are all playing their own things
He Songyang greeted Zhou Wei'an to get on the car
Zhou Wei'an sat in the passenger seat and said: Then where are we going?
The car was driving on the road. Because it was New Year's Eve, the road that was usually blocked was empty, and the road was unobstructed. He Songyang said: Go to Times Square Ah
You can still see snowflakes floating in the sky through the car window. Zhou Wei'an knows Times Square, the commercial area in the city center is right there, high-rise buildings, large department stores, various specialty restaurants and leisure and entertainment facilities are scattered. During holidays, students also like to make an appointment to go shopping, eat or watch movies, but the average consumption there is relatively expensive, and Zhou Wei'an has only been there once or twice.
When we were about to arrive in Times Square, there were more and more cars on both sides of the road. Zhou Wei'an thought it would be very deserted, but he didn't expect it to be full of people. There were many vendors selling cold fireworks and glow sticks on the roadside.
He Songyang finally found an empty space and parked the car. The two of them walked towards the center of the square together.
The Spring Festival Gala was broadcasting live on the huge screen, friends and family were walking in the square in groups of three or three, fireworks were set off in the open space in the center of the square, and the huge smoke screen made the night sky bright
Zhou Wei'an said in surprise: I didn't expect there were so many people here today
He Songyang said: People nowadays don’t like to sit at home and stay up to New Year’s Eve dinner outside. When the time comes, everyone will count down together, that will be lively.
Zhou Wei'an was very excited after hearing this, with bright eyes. He thought that this year would pass so deserted again, but now he is standing here, infected by the lively atmosphere around him, and suddenly he feels that the New Year is actually a very happy thing.
He Songyang looked at him happily, and his expression on his face couldn't help but soften. He saw Zhou Wei'an looking at several children who were holding cold fireworks in his hands, so he took Zhou Wei'an's hand and said: Let's buy fireworks too.
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment, his face turned red: That's what the children played with
He Songyang smiled and said: Today is New Year's Day, as long as I am happy
The two of them walked to the vendor and bought a lot of small fireworks. Zhou Wei'an held a large handful of fireworks sticks and put a few of them and felt that they were really naive. Several children looked at him with longing expressions, and he was embarrassed to share the fireworks with them to play with.
He Songyang said with an unhappy look: Why did you give it to everyone?
Zhou Wei'an smiled and said: I'm still not suitable for playing this... He took the initiative to pull He Songyang's hand and said, Thank you, Mr. He
He Songyang snorted, held his hand and said: OK, you are a spoiled man, let's go to the center of the square, the countdown should be almost timed
Well, Zhou Wei'an nodded, there were bustling crowds around, everyone was immersed in a happy and peaceful atmosphere, no one would notice that the two men were holding hands
They walked to the center of the square, and everyone gathered. The Spring Festival Gala on the big screen was singing the last song of the year. Then the hosts stood together and said some festive words, and then the countdown began.
The building of the tallest building in the center of Times Square has become a huge display screen, with numbers flashing on it
The people in the entire square cheered and counted down: ten, nine, eight, seven...
Zhou Wei'an's eyes shining, and he couldn't help but shout: Three, two, one!
Huge fireworks were set off in the night sky, lit up the sky, He Songyang held Zhou Wei'an's face and kissed him heavily.
Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes wide in shock, forgot everything, and reacted in his ears the sound of cheering and blessings of the crowds around him. The people in love hugged and kissed each other. The new year is coming.
He Songyang's lips were so hot. Zhou Wei'an closed his eyes, hugged He Songyang's waist, opened his lips slightly, letting He Songyang's tongue slide in. The two of them kissed themselves, and the thick scarf covered their faces.
In this occasion, at this time, this kiss made Zhou Wei feel relieved.
He...is really, he likes Mr. He very much
I like it very much... I feel so painful
Does Mr. He have the same feeling as me? Does Mr. He also... like me?
Hearing Zhou Wei'an's breathless moan, He Songyang retreated and hugged Zhou Wei'an tightly for a long time before he looked at the other person and slowly moved his lips.
Zhou Wei'an, I...
His eyes were shining with different lights, a little shy, a little nervous, and more determined
Zhou Wei was pounding his mouth with an uneasy look forward to it. What did Mr. He want to say to him?
At that moment, it seemed that time had stopped
Until the next moment, they heard a heart-wrenching roar, and He Songyang's dark pupils suddenly expanded. Zhou Wei'an opened his eyes and felt his shoulders being grabbed. He twisted it hard and he was carried into his arms by He Songyang.
He heard the sound of something being pierced and tearful. He Songyang groaned in his ear. The thing pulled out of his body and then stabbed it in again. The red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth and dripped on Zhou Wei'an's shoulders.
Zhou Wei'an stared at him and felt He Songyang's body shaking for a moment. He reached out to hold He Songyang, his voice tightened: He, Mr. He?
Chaotic screams came from all around, and the crowd scattered everywhere, and a circle was empty between them. He Songyang's body softened. Zhou Wei'an couldn't help him and knelt on the ground. He saw that He Songyang's back waist was stabbed by a knife, and the blood had already wet his clothes.
Zhou Wei'an's head was blank. He shivered and touched He Songyang's face. He said: Mr. He, Mr. He... His throat was so tight that he could hardly make a sound. He Songyang closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, his face was pale with excessive blood loss.
Someone around called the police and called an ambulance. People with kindness gathered up and said to Zhou Wei'an: Are you okay? Let's take your friend to the hospital...
Zhou Wei'an seemed to have been thrown into the deep water, and the voices of the people around him were like they were separated by water, and they couldn't hear clearly.
He hugged He Songyang's body, his body covered with He Songyang's blood. He trembled and took off his scarf to block the bleeding wound. A small pool of blood had gathered on the ground.
Zhou Wei'an lowered his head, pressed his face against He Songyang's face, and called in a low voice: Mr. He...
At this moment, he was even more at silence than when he learned that his mother had cancer. He Songyang's blood seemed to have deprived all his senses in an instant. He was so scared that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.
Soon the alarm sound of the ambulance was getting closer and closer. The medical staff carried He Songyang onto the stretcher, and Zhou Wei'an also got on the car. The nurse looked frightened and put a blanket on him.
When the ambulance drove away from Times Square, the snow in the sky had not stopped, and Zhou Wei'an still vaguely heard the music of "Unforgettable Tonight" echoing outside.
The doctors gave He Songyang an emergency treatment. As soon as they entered the hospital, He Songyang was pushed into the emergency room. Zhou Wei'an sat on the bench in the corridor. The bright red lights in the emergency room were particularly dazzling in the dim corridor.
I don't know how long it took, the smell of blood on his body had numbed Zhou Wei'an. He held his body and curled up on the chair, and was cold after a while.
A burst of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and several people walked over. The middle-aged man in the lead looked a bit similar to He Songyang's face. Compared to his Zhou Zheng, He Songyang's face was a little more tender as the woman behind. At this time, the beautiful woman's eyes were red. If it weren't for someone holding her, she would almost have been unable to stand.
Zhou Wei'an recognized the middle-aged man, the secretary and the father of He Songyang, who often appeared in the news broadcast.
Zhou Wei'an stood up, and at this moment a doctor also came up to him, saying something to Secretary He very earnestly. Secretary He looked very heavy and nodded from time to time.
Zhou Wei'an also wanted to know how He Songyang is now, so he couldn't help but get closer and want to listen to their conversation.
His actions made the woman notice him. The woman was stunned, stared at Zhou Wei'an for a while, pointed at him and screamed: It's you!
Zhou Wei'an was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the woman rushed over and slapped Zhou Wei'an in the face. She looked very weak, but the slap she used all her strength and almost slapped Zhou Wei'an down.
He finally stood firm, half of his face numbed when he was slapped, his ears buzzed, and a warm nosebleed flowed out of his nose, his mouth full of blood.
The woman was going to catch Zhou Wei'an. Secretary He grabbed her hand and scolded: Enough, are you crazy?
The woman struggled and shouted: You are still stopping me, it is this fairy who is harmful to you, otherwise how could your son lie there!
Zhou Wei'an's mind was in a mess. He realized that the woman was He Songyang's mother and immediately felt that she should have been beaten. If the person lying in the emergency room was himself, his mother would have been so angry...
Secretary He's face darkened, and he looked like he was not angry and arrogant, and said: It's not him who stabs your son with a knife. If you take your anger at will, you will not look like a parent!
Mrs. He covered her mouth and started crying: Songyang, if Songyang has anything to do, I can't live anymore...
Secretary He sighed, hugged Mrs. He's shoulder to comfort her. His eyes looked at Zhou Wei'an, and Zhou Wei'an suddenly didn't dare to move.
Secretary He said to him: You go
Zhou Wei'an became anxious and said: But, Mr. He...
His affairs have nothing to do with you in the future. Let's go. Secretary He said it again. His voice was cold, he looked unfamiliar, and his attitude was as business-related as he was praised in the news.
Zhou Wei'an walked to the hospital door in a daze, his legs were so weak that he could hardly walk.
He sat down on the steps, and the blood on his body had basically dried up, revealing a black color
He curled up with his legs, buried his head in his knees, and the fine snowflakes fell on him, which soon dyed his shoulders wet.
The empty street, in the cold and quiet air, a painful whimper came from afar. The person who made the sound quickly clenched his teeth. If his shoulders were not trembling, he would be like a stone statue, silent.
The fog of fireworks has dissipated in the air. After the crowd has had the happiest time, they will have a beautiful dream. Then, on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, they wear new clothes, greet each other and congratulate each other. Children can also receive red envelopes from their elders, with blessings and expectations. They hope that in the new year, they can study hard and get into a good university.
The darkness blew open the thick night, and the sky gradually showed clear whiteness. The first day of the new year has quietly arrived
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