Qin Fang lay in front of Xing Yan, his fingers tapping on Xing Yan's sleeve, saying the world was very happy because of his existence.

Xing Yan didn't speak for a long time. He was rarely moved by anything anymore, his heart had long hardened. But at this moment, the person in front of him, and what he said, were still too touching.

In November, they chose to eat outdoors. Even the waiter who came to deliver the food couldn't understand their puzzling operation.

The hot pot restaurant must have done a lot of takeout, they were very professional, everything was prepared, they could put it in the pot directly. The waiter also brought two very small slices of mousse cake. Qin Fang gave a generous tip.

"You can go to return the pot deposit tomorrow," the waiter told them before leaving.

Qin Fang gestured to him to indicate that he knew, and then said goodbye to the delivery guy.

When Qin Fang ordered, he specifically called and asked the delivery guy to bring a cake from a nearby dessert shop or cake shop, but it was too late at this time, and there was no reservation in advance. The delivery guy had already done his best to bring two slices.

Before the water boiled, Qin Fang first placed the two small pieces of cake and said, "I just remembered that we don't have a cake, let's make do with this, it's better than nothing."

Xing Yan smiled and nodded, raising his eyebrows and asking, "So can I eat it? I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too." Qin Fang first picked up the piece closer to him. It was too small, not as big as his hand. The fork that came with the box was so small that he didn't even know how to hold it. Qin Fang directly bit into it.

Blueberry flavor, a taste he didn't really like. It was also dark at night, and he originally thought it was strawberry because the color was light. He asked Xing Yan, "What flavor is yours?"

Xing Yan swallowed and said, "Seems like coffee."

Qin Fang said, "Mine seems to be blueberry."

"Don't like it?" Xing Yan pushed his over. "Switch, I don't like this one either."

Qin Fang didn't stand on ceremony at all, directly stood up and put his on the opposite side. The two of them finished the small piece of mousse in two or three bites.

Qin Fang took a piece of paper to wipe his mouth. Only after eating did he feel that it seemed a bit inappropriate. He said, "Our behavior seems a bit ambiguous... right?"

Xing Yan was amused by his words and laughed, saying, "It's okay."

Qin Fang sighed, "Whether it's okay or not, it's too late, we already ate it all."

"Not blaming you," Xing Yan seemed quite happy, still laughing. "I wanted to switch."

Hot pot is a very magical food. No matter how cold it is outside, set up a pot and cook it, and it can make people feel warm inside when eaten.

Outside the courtyard was pitch black without any street lights, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the small building that had been uninhabited for a long time suddenly had the warmth of life on such an autumn night.

Qin Fang had the waiter bring a lot of alcohol. He took the initiative to open a beer and clinked glasses with Xing Yan, saying, "After meeting you, my alcohol tolerance has increased."

Qin Fang found that Xing Yan always liked to swirl the alcohol in his mouth when drinking. Before swallowing it down, his lower jaw would draw a shallow arc of movement, which was quite... sexy.

Qin Fang lowered his gaze and took a sip of alcohol. He himself felt that he was always staring at Xing Yan now, like an unconscious habit, as if he was obsessed.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two of them who were starving before the meal, now felt stuffed after eating. They cleaned up the table and moved it back, then came out and sat down again. There were still a few cans of beer on the ground, one chair per person, and a small warm-colored light above their heads.

Qin Fang sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his chin resting on the back of the chair. He glanced at Xing Yan, who was a meter away from him, and smiled after meeting Xing Yan's gaze.

Qin Fang's smile was more direct and infectious after drinking.

Xing Yan also smiled and asked him, "What are you grinning at me for?"

"Nothing to say, so just smile." Qin Fang said.

Xing Yan also sat in the same posture as Qin Fang. He shook the can in his hand and took a sip with his head tilted back.

"Meeting you was quite unexpected," Xing Yan said calmly, his voice entering the ears, accompanied by the cool night, sounding peaceful and quiet. "You... always surprise people."

"How so?" Qin Fang lay on the back of the chair, tilting his head and asking him.

Xing Yan thought for a moment and said slowly, "Unexpected in every way."

"I don't know if meeting you was unexpected or not," Qin Fang carefully thought about the process of getting to know Xing Yan, then laughed softly, "You are different from everyone I know."

They were definitely very different existences for each other's social circles.

The daytime restlessness and madness subsided with the departure of the sun, and the moon overhead cast a soft light, turning the earth a pale green. Such a night was suitable for chatting.

Xing Yan looked around the small courtyard in front of him, took another sip of the alcohol in his hand, and asked Qin Fang, "Did you always live here when you were young?"

"Mm, yes." Qin Fang nodded, his chin never leaving the back of the chair. "Me and my grandpa."

Qin Fang pointed to the weeds on the left and said to Xing Yan, "There was a cherry tree there. I don't know if it's still alive, because of it I ate a lot of sour cherries when I was young. I couldn't wait for them to turn fully red before eating them all."

Xing Yan's gaze followed Qin Fang's finger. Wherever Qin Fang pointed, he would look over.

"At the door there, right there, there used to be a small shed, a rain shelter my grandpa built for me." Qin Fang's face was full of smiles, his gaze long. "When it rained, I couldn't stay inside. When it rained, I had to watch it outside. I also liked the puddles on the ground. I had to step in the water barefoot. If they didn't let me come out, I would roll on the ground and cry. Later, my grandpa built a rain shelter for me to watch the rain in winter and the snow in summer."

Xing Yan had a gentle curve on the corner of his lips. Qin Fang said, "I think I said it backwards, I drank alcohol."

"It's okay," Xing Yan looked at him. "You talk."

"At that time, I had a small wooden stool. My grandpa's driver made it for me. It was very small, a dozen centimeters? Anyway, it was very small."

Qin Fang's chin was always stuck to the chair. When he spoke, his mouth opened and closed, and his head moved along with it. "That driver always carried me on his neck at that time. I can't even remember what he looked like anymore."

Xing Yan never spoke, occasionally making a sound to indicate that he was listening. Qin Fang said a lot, all about his childhood.

"I was too naughty. Sometimes my grandpa would get angry too. When he was furious, he would shout at me a couple of times, and then it would pass." Qin Fang looked up at the stars in the sky and raised his hand, his fingers gently tracing. "When I think of these things now, I feel they are all beautiful."

"Mm," Xing Yan nodded. "Very beautiful."

"It's so beautiful here, even though it's become so desolate and old." Qin Fang sniffled, the alcohol making his eyes hot. "...It's still as beautiful as a fantasy of mine. That's why I rarely come here, I haven't been here for a long time."

Xing Yan stood up and moved his chair closer to Qin Fang, close enough that he could touch his head when he raised his hand. Xing Yan's fingers scratched lightly on Qin Fang's buzz cut. Qin Fang turned his head to the side to look at him, the light in his eyes like he had secretly hidden a few stars in them when he looked up just now.

"Secretly bringing you to see such a beautiful place," Qin Fang smiled and licked his lips, "you've hit the jackpot, Yan-ge."

"I sure have." Xing Yan said with a smile.

"So," Qin Fang blinked lightly, "from now on, think of this place on every birthday. I've shared half of my memory with you, hoping that starting from this year, there will also be a beautiful place in your memories."

Xing Yan didn't say anything, his hand kept lightly scratching Qin Fang's head, his wrist resting on his neck. Qin Fang didn't move at all, very cooperative.

Xing Yan's fingers spread out, his fingertips tracing the back of Qin Fang's head, making Qin Fang feel a bit drowsy as he lay there.

"You're really skilled." When Xing Yan spoke again, he suddenly said something that didn't seem to follow.

Qin Fang looked at him, raising his eyebrows.

"I actually..." Xing Yan lowered his head and chuckled, "I actually don't really want to hit on you anymore."

Qin Fang's face was full of question marks.

"Fang-ge is amazing," Xing Yan was still smiling, lowering his gaze and laughing a couple of times, "amazing."

"I don't understand," Qin Fang really didn't understand, and didn't want to think too much. He shook his head, "I've been drinking, my brain isn't working well."

Xing Yan finally flicked his head, a very light sound.

Xing Yan pointed to the motorcycle in the yard that was emitting a cold light and asked Qin Fang, "Dong must not be very willing to part with it, right?"

"Definitely." Qin Fang laughed, "He's about to cry."

"I can imagine." Xing Yan also lay on the back of the chair like Qin Fang, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

Qin Fang said, "Who cares about him."

Xing Yan looked at it and said to Qin Fang, "Thank you."

He had said it before, and Qin Fang had also said you're welcome before, but now he said it again, "You're welcome."

Xing Yan turned his head to look at him, at Qin Fang's face, at his eyes, and said with a smile, "I can't accept it."

Qin Fang's expression didn't change, his half-closed eyes blinked again, and he nodded, "I know."

"I received everything you wanted to express, and I got the happiness it could give me many times over." Xing Yan said, "Thank you, little cutie."

"What the hell, little cutie..." Qin Fang couldn't help but curse, "If you call me that one more time, we'll definitely have to fight."

Xing Yan said, "Little cutie."

"..." Qin Fang was so angry that he laughed, turning his head away and not looking at him anymore.

"I know you wouldn't accept it. If I forced it into your hands, you might cut ties with me." Qin Fang had always been very clear when it came to interpersonal relationships. He said, "I wouldn't do this to anyone else, but I'm a bit over my head with you."

"Over your head?" Xing Yan laughed again, unable to resist flicking his head once more.

"Yeah," Qin Fang also looked at the motorcycle and said, "I'm definitely over my head. Brothers, good friends... who are we kidding."

Xing Yan was once again surprised by his words and asked with a laugh, "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"I know," Qin Fang said as he lay there, "I haven't figured it out yet, but I have some clues. Fang-ge was also once a little overlord in the dating scene, not afraid of anything."

Fang-ge must be drunk. The little overlord of the dating scene had never been in a relationship that lasted more than two months.

Qin Fang also knew he was drunk. He put his hands in his coat pockets and continued, "You're too special to me, you make me not quite like myself."

Xing Yan asked, "You don't like it?"

Qin Fang thought for a long time, then shook his head and answered honestly, "I can't say I don't like it, it's not about liking or disliking, I'm just not used to it, I don't have a sense of security."

Xing Yan looked at him, "Scared?"

"No, what's there to be scared of." Qin Fang answered in a daze, "You always ask me if I'm scared, but there are very few things I'm actually afraid of. I just... don't have a sense of security, I can't find solid ground."

The night was very late, and the alcohol had mixed into their blood, making them intoxicated and confused. Qin Fang lay there, blinking, and said slowly, "I haven't figured out my own heart yet."

He let one arm hang down, swinging it lightly, and continued, "But I want to give you many things, I want to give you happiness, I want to make you happy, I want to give you all the good things."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes as if he was sleepy.

Xing Yan didn't say a word, looking at Qin Fang's handsome profile, at the beautiful shape of his head. Time passed second by second, not knowing how long had passed, only two young boys in the still space.

One half-asleep, one silent.

Later, the silent one stood up first. Xing Yan walked over, bending down slightly, and whispered in Qin Fang's ear, "Don't try to figure it out anymore."

He pressed his lips to the back of Qin Fang's head, gently and for a long time.