MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 61

Tang Junhe was stunned, Yang Xuan didn't move, just stood at the door with one hand on the handle of the suitcase, looked down at him, his dark eyes fell on his face. It was obviously a huge surprise, but the expression on his face was very ordinary, that kind of usual calmness.

He didn't get an answer, Yang Chengchuan thought that there was a visitor at home, he put down the unanswered phone, got up and walked to the door to meet him, seeing his eldest son Yang Xuan standing outside the door, he was also surprised for a moment, and then said in surprise and joy: "Why are you back at this time?" Tang Junhe subconsciously turned sideways to make way for him as he walked forward to pick up the suitcase in Yang Xuan's hand.

"Are you homesick? Or are you not used to the food over there?" Yang Chengchuan's loneliness in his heart disappeared at this moment. He put the suitcase in the corner of the entrance, and reached out to pat Yang Xuan's shoulder affectionately, " Don't tell me in advance when you come back, so I can drive to pick you up. How did you get here from the airport, take a taxi?"

Yang Xuan took off the mask and put it on the locker, took off his coat and said, "Yes."

"For Chinese New Year, is there a driver to pick up the job?" Yang Chengchuan reached out to take his coat, and asked warmly, "I wear so little, I'm not afraid of catching a cold. Are you hungry? Dumplings are falling, and you are quite good at catching up." when."

Tang Xiaonian in the kitchen put the dumplings into the pot and was cooking them. Hearing voices from outside, she poked her head out to look. Seeing this, she was also stunned. The happy mood a few minutes ago In an instant, he folded it in half, and forced a smiley face to say hello: "Xiaoxuan is back?"

Yang Xuan didn't respond, Yang Chengchuan took the call for him: "I just came back from the airport by taxi, and I say, I still have to live comfortably in my own home this year," he said and went to see Yang Xuan again, "Isn't it?"

Yang Xuan sat down on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with his head down, saying, "I'll call grandma back." Tang Junhe sat down next to him, his eyes fell on the TV, and his mind was all on his brother.

"It's time, it's time," Yang Chengchuan sat down on the single sofa on one side, looked at him and said, "I just wanted to call, but I didn't answer it. Don't rush to hang up after you finish talking later. Happy New Year to your grandparents."

Yang Xuan dialed the number, and the other side quickly picked up. After he spoke a few words to him, seeing Yang Chengchuan kept looking at him with winks, he avoided that annoying look with some impatience. He didn't want to trouble the two old people on New Year's Eve, but he didn't expect that they offered to talk to Yang Chengchuan on the phone.

In the past, both Yang Xuan's grandfather and grandmother hated Yang Chengchuan, a scumbag. This year's behavior was really abnormal. Even Yang Chengchuan himself was surprised. He said "Happy Chinese New Year" by himself, but he just thought it was okay to save face, and he didn't expect to be able to get through the phone at all.

Yang Chengchuan took the mobile phone from Yang Xuan, put on a smiling face, and frequently responded to the request from the other side: "Don't worry, Yang Xuan's homework is not delayed much, have you seen his TOEFL score? Don't get angry... it's all For the sake of the child's future, you always said calmly, don't get angry..."

Listening to Yang Chengchuan's voice on the phone, Tang Junhe moved towards Yang Xuan calmly, then quietly stretched out his hand, held Yang Xuan's arm, and pulled his hand off his leg. Yang Chengchuan was nodding and bowing to the phone. At this moment, he felt that he couldn't hold back his face. He got up and went to the study, and had no time to care about their situation. Tang Junhe pulled Yang Xuan's hand to the gap between them, and fumbled to hold it.

Xu just came back from the outside, Yang Xuan's hands were cold and dry, Tang Junhe held them tightly, trying to transfer the heat from his hands to his brother's.

Yang Xuan didn't respond, and let him pull his hand down, and then let him hold her.

After Yang Chengchuan made the call, he walked out of the study and handed the phone back to Yang Xuan. Tang Junhe immediately let go of Yang Xuan's hand, moved aside, and put the back of his hand against the back of his hand.

This scene fell into the eyes of Yang Chengchuan, that is a group of harmonious brothers and sisters, and he also saw that Tang Junhe usually relied on Yang Xuan, so he smiled and said: "Junhe is very happy to see his brother back, right?" ?” He sat on the sofa and looked at his two cubs, one big and one small, which he gave birth to more than ten years ago, and sighed with some relief, “Either they are brothers, even if they didn’t grow up together, the relationship is still stronger than that of outsiders. Be nice."

When Tang Xiaonian heard this in the kitchen, a trace of unhappiness flashed across his heart, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Jun He, come and serve the dumplings."

Tang Junhe entered the kitchen, Tang Xiaonian put the dumplings on a plate, and asked in a low voice, "Why did he come back? Didn't he mean to stay abroad until the seventh or eighth day of the lunar new year?"

"I don't know." Tang Junhe picked up the dumplings and was about to go out.

Tang Xiaonian was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and he had nothing to do with him, so he could only pick up the dumplings and follow him out.

The four sat around the table, and Tang Xiaonian pretended to be concerned and asked, "Why did Xiaoxuan come back so late? Didn't you buy an earlier ticket?"

"The plane takes more than ten hours." Yang Chengchuan looked at Yang Xuan, "Right, what time did you leave the house in the morning?"

"It's less than seven o'clock." Yang Xuan said.

"Well, this is the flight with the most suitable time," Yang Chengchuan explained to Tang Xiaonian, "It's not necessary to get up early, and the time to come back is not too bad. Today is a little later than before, and the morning is later?"

Yang Xuan gave a perfunctory "hmm". In fact, he was quite lucky, the plane took off on time, but he had a little trouble getting a taxi when he came back, and he waited for nearly an hour at the airport before he got a taxi. But it didn't make any sense to tell Yang Chengchuan about it, so he didn't bother to say more.

"Why do you suddenly think of coming back? Didn't you say you were coming back on the seventh or eighth day?" Hearing Yang Chengchuan asked this question, Tang Xiaonian paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and stretched his ears to wait for Yang Xuan's answer. Yan Ye subconsciously glanced at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan didn't respond, and said calmly, "I'll come back if I want to."

No matter what, Yang Chengchuan was really happy in his heart. He felt that his eldest son had grown up and knew how to miss him as a father. If Yang Xuan hadn't come back tonight, it would be hard to say how lonely he would be this New Year's Eve. After all, Tang Junhe, the youngest son, doesn't follow his surname, and he has never kissed him since he was a child. Looking at him more often will make him worry about the bleak future.

After Yang Xuan finished his meal, he put down his chopsticks. Yang Chengchuan looked at him and asked, "Are you full? The real New Year's Eve dinner hasn't been served yet."

"I'm a little tired, I want to take a bath." Yang Xuan said.

"Go ahead, it's quite tiring to sit down on a plane for more than ten hours." Yang Chengchuan never restrained him.

Yang Xuan went back to his room, changed his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Seeing Yang Xuan go back, Tang Junhe also ate the rest of the meal without taste. He didn't like eating dumplings at first, so his thoughts were all on how to get to Yang Xuan's room tonight. On New Year's Eve in the past, Tang Xiaonian insisted on waiting until the end of the Spring Festival Gala before turning off the TV to go to sleep. If this year is the same, then wouldn't he have to wait until the early morning to go to Yang Xuan?

Tang Xiaonian watched TV while eating, occasionally being amused by the clichés in the sketch. Seeing Tang Junhe put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, she turned her head to him and asked, "Are you full too? There will be New Year's Eve dinner later."

"I'm sleepy." Tang Junhe said, yawning at the right time.

"Why sleepy, what time is it, wash the onions and peel the garlic for me in a while, and I won't be sleepy after doing some work." Tang Xiaonian said. Before the auntie left, she sat down with a table of New Year's Eve dinner and put it all in the freezer of the refrigerator. Tang Xiaonian only needed to take it out, return it to the pot with green onions and garlic, reheat the dishes and serve them on the table.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy," Yang Chengchuan was in a good mood at the moment, excused Tang Junhe, "It's time to grow up, so it's not bad to sleep more. I'll help you wash the onions and peel the garlic in a while, are you satisfied? "

"Do you still remember what a green onion looks like?" Tang Xiaonian glanced at him, "Have you not touched it for more than ten years?"

"Look at what you said, I remember what you looked like more than ten years ago."

"Oh, you mean I'm just an onion in your heart, right?" Tang Xiaonian and Yang Chengchuan started bickering for a long time, and his mood eased for a moment, and he said to Tang Junhe, "Go to sleep if you want to sleep. With that said, she got up and took an apple from the kitchen, walked back and put it in front of Tang Junhe, "Eat an apple before going to sleep, I haven't eaten any fruit today."

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and Tang Junhe sat on the sofa in the living room and gnawed an apple. I don't know if it was because Yang Chengchuan brought up the incident more than ten years ago, the relationship between Tang Xiaonian and Yang Chengchuan suddenly heated up, and there was some flirting in the conversation. After a while, Tang Xiaonian poked his head out from the kitchen, told Tang Junhe to go to bed early, and stretched out his hand to close the kitchen door.

Hearing the faint chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen, Tang Junhe rolled his eyes, ate the apple in his hand in two bites, and threw the apple core into the trash can. He got up from the sofa and walked to his room, quickly took out something from it, and then locked the door, raised his body and glanced at the frosted glass door of the kitchen, where Yang Chengchuan's back was indistinctly revealed. Half figure in living room. He looked at the kitchen, walked quickly to Yang Xuan's room, stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob - the door was unlocked, he opened it and walked in.

When Yang Xuan came back from the shower, he opened the door and saw that Tang Junhe was sitting upright by his bed. Now, it was Yang Xuan's turn to be stunned: "What—"

As soon as he spoke, Tang Junhe hurriedly stretched out his index finger to his lips, and made a gesture of silencing Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan subconsciously raised his eyebrows, then smiled, walked over and sat down beside the bed, lowered his voice and asked, "When did you come in?"

"Just now." Tang Junhe took off his shoes, crawled over to Yang Xuan from the bed, knelt down beside him, and looked at him without blinking.

Yang Xuan glanced at him: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Tang Junhe's eyes were full of burning expectation: "Brother, you came back for me, right?"

"What do you think?" Yang Xuan said again.

"I think so." Tang Junhe looked at him and said.

Yang Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, he felt that his younger brother seemed to be a little different from before, especially when looking at people, he used to like to look at people from the bottom up, his eyes were straightforward and naked, but now He lifted his chin slightly, his straight eyes were somewhat covered by his slightly drooping eyelids, but instead gave out an inexplicably seductive look.

Although he knew nothing about Tang Junhe's recent behavior, Yang Xuan still noticed this very special change. He stretched out his hand and pulled Tang Junhe's chin, looked around, and asked in a low voice in an interrogating tone. : "Where have you been recently?"

Tang Junhe thought about his recent whereabouts sensitively. He didn't realize that the way he looked at people had changed, and he thought his plan had been exposed. A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he tried to make a calm expression and said: " Right at home…”

When he panicked, he concealed that seductive expression instead, Yang Xuan was a little dazed, and thought for a moment that he had just had an illusion.