As Yi Lan said, the cooperation with the British Museum was very smooth, and the TV station also reported on this matter. On the day the report was broadcast, Su Yumian excitedly brought back a few bottles of wine and prepared a table of dishes, saying that she wanted to celebrate Yi Lan.

The soy sauce was used up during the cooking period, and Yi Liao was ordered to go to the convenience store to buy a new soy sauce. When he came back, he stood in the entrance hall for a while. The living room was on with warm yellow lights, and the TV was playing a noisy family ethics drama. Su Yumian hummed a small song and cooked in the kitchen - everything was the strongest smell of fireworks, ordinary, vulgar, but the warmest.

If loneliness and isolation can be regarded as birth to some extent, Yi Liao feels that he has suddenly lived the most worldly life from the state of birth. And some ordinary warmth and happiness can always be obtained at the most secular moments.

Su Yumian walked out of the kitchen at some point, holding a large plate in his hand: "What are you doing here? Come and help me serve the dishes. Today there were salt-baked shrimps, braised pork and fried tofu, and brought them to the coffee table. We are having dinner here today."

Yi Liao crawled into the kitchen in response. The meat was still stewed in the pot, and the soup was thick and it was steaming. Su Yumian poured some soy sauce in, and the fresh and fragrant smell floated up along the heat.

Yi Liao's taste buds were blooming. Before the meat was cooked, he sat silently next to the small coffee table, crossed his long legs and stared at him.

"The works of Yi Liao, a young calligrapher in our country, are permanently collected by the British Museum..." The female anchor said in the news channel.

Su Yumian ran out with her flesh and quickly poured herself a glass of wine: "Yijie, I'll toast you. It was also cultivated by nine years of compulsory education. Why are you so outstanding?"

"Wife, you are also excellent." Yi Liao took a big sip, and his eyes were a little flushed around him. He used the alcohol to say what he had always wanted to say, "The best thing about you is your vision, because you fell in love with me."

"Bah, why didn't I find you so thick-skinned before?"

"Am I wrong?"

"...You are a little narcissistic, I want to think about it carefully again."

“What to consider?”

Su Yumian smiled badly: "Think about the relationship between us..."

"No!" Before she finished speaking, Yi Liao suddenly hugged her waist from behind, his legs clamped her like a crab, and his chin was placed on her shoulders, as pitiful as a puppy, "Don't leave, don't leave me here alone again."

If there is a tail, Yilan's tail will definitely be swaying constantly.

The breath he exhaled gently pounced on Su Yumian's neck, making her itchy, and she could only beg for mercy: "Okay, okay, I won't go anywhere, I will stay with you... If I don't have a good meal, the dishes I have worked hard will be cold."

Yi Liao immediately sat down and began to bury his head and scatter. Su Yumian looked at the empty wine bottle beside him with empty eyes: "Wow, it turns out you have started drinking a long time ago, no wonder."

"Yeah." Yi Dao refused to deny, "Because today, I'm really happy."

Su Yumian poked him: "What are you happy about? Are you on TV?"

"Of course not." Yi Liao looked around the house, and finally his eyes were fixed on her. "A house can shelter from wind and rain, clothes can cover her body, food can eat, and cats can masturbate. More importantly, you are there too." After a pause, he curled up a satisfied smile and said, "Isn't this worth my happiness?"

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Master Yi, Gao. Your current realm is really too high."

"Teacher Su is polite. Actually, it was thanks to you and I who realized it."

Su Yumian bit the chopsticks and stopped moving: "Me?"

Yi Lan peeled the shrimp shells slowly without any haste. The slender and clean fingers were clearly tied. With a light pick, the smooth and tender shrimp meat was exposed from the shell. He put the shrimps into Su Yumian's bowl and said slowly: "When you were at my house, you said that I was indeed lucky than most people."

"I said..."

"I have committed a common problem that humans have. I have always considered what I have lost, but I never noticed what I have obtained." His fingers were whiter as jade by the color of the shrimp, and his eyes looked shimmering because of the smell of alcohol. "I can receive a good education. I have no worries about food and clothing since I was a child. I should be content to study the fields I like without burden..." Yi Hang wanted to speak but stopped and lowered his eyes to peel the shrimp.

——What's more, he has never been bullied at school. Compared to Su Yumian, he really deserves to be satisfied.

Su Yumian didn't care about the last half of the words Yijie swallowed. She poked the shrimp and nodded in agreement: "Satisfied people are always happy. You can think like this. I also feel very happy. My parents are alive, have a well-off life, have a boyfriend, and have a good job. Although I occasionally encounter bad things, life is not smooth." After thinking for a while, she solemnly summarized, "It seems that I am really an extremely happy person."

A happy smile appeared on her face and her eyes were crescent. In Yilan's eyes, she was the most beautiful scenery.

"Actually, I have something happy today." Su Yumian blinked mysteriously and raised his wine glass, "Teacher Tang told me that "Memories Related to You" has been nominated for the Best Lyrics of this year's Golden Melody Awards!"

"You are also so outstanding for nine years of compulsory education." Yi Jie poured himself a lot of wine and toasted her, "Come on, I'll toast Teacher Su, I hope Teacher Su will win this award as soon as possible!"

"Hehehe, thanks to Master Yi's materials..."

"Then I'll give you another cup!"

...

The night wind blows away the moon's light, covering the city with a gentle gauze.

The table was already in a mess, and Su Yumian lay on the table with some alcohol, with two flushed blushing on her cheeks. Her eyes were blurred and she said angrily: "Yiha, I'm a little dizzy and I don't want to wash the dishes anymore."

"I'll just wash it." Yi Jie put a blanket on her, "You may have had a rest, maybe you've drunk too much."

Su Yumian burped at the right time. When Yijie finished washing the pots and pans and returned to the living room, she seemed to be asleep, with suspicious liquid hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"Wake up, you will catch a cold when you sleep here." Yi Liao gently pushed her.

Su Yumian reluctantly "hummed" twice, her eyelids were still drooping, but suddenly stretched out her hand to hook Yi Liao's neck: "Then come and help me warm up."

Yi Liao put it on his whole body. Su Yumian's breath of alcohol was close to him, and his long eyelashes trembled, making him feel slightly itchy.

"I'll carry you back to the bedroom?" He said in a almost begging tone, "You go back to the bedroom and sleep, otherwise you will catch a cold."

Su Yumian waved his little hand overwhelmed: "Yes, I agree."

Yi Liao picked her up horizontally and sent her to her bedroom, and placed her well. He turned around and was about to leave.

Su Yumian suddenly reached out and grabbed him, frowned, and asked, "Xiao Yizi, where are you going? Have I asked you to leave?"

Yi Liao had no choice but to bend down helplessly: "What else does Your Majesty have to do?"

"Uh." Su Yumian sniffed out a sip of alcohol, "The quilt is cold, come and cover it and give you a salary."

"Salary?" Yi Liao raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were covered with a thin night light. "Since that's the case, I'm better obey my duty than respect."

"What a concubine! You are Xiao Yizi, my eunuch!"

"...Your Majesty, it is wrong to favor eunuchs."

"I just want eunuchs to chastise the court, what's wrong!"

“…Okay, you have the final say.”

What should I do if my wife’s hobbies are too weird? What should I do if I don’t, of course I will spoil it and follow it.

Yi Liao obediently crawled into the quilt, wrapped Su Yumian into his arms, patted her back gently, and tried to coax her to fall asleep.

They were very close to each other, and Su Yumian was half shorter, and his vision just met his collarbone.

Yi Liao was wearing a simple white shirt with no decoration on his neck and the three buttons on the neck were unbuttoned, just revealing a piece of collarbone.

His collarbone lines are very delicate, like carefully carved by the Creator, but they do not lose the unique character of men. Su Yumian looked at him without blinking, as if he could see the beauty of the world on his collarbone.

Just as Yi Liao was about to ask her what she was looking at, her furry head suddenly came up and "smacked" his collarbone.

Yi Liao was stunned. Seeing that he didn't respond, Su Yumian directly covered his lips and sucked gently on his collarbone.

Yi Liao hissed, and only felt that the bottom of his neck was brushed by falling petals, thin and itchy. After a while, Su Yumian's hands wrapped around his waist and carried him into his arms.

After a while, Su Yumian let him go without feeling satisfied and forced himself to explain: "Because your collarbone is so beautiful, I can't help but invade it."

Yi Liao's shirt was a little messy, with kiss marks on his collarbone, and his face was also blushed, as if... had been played with by someone. Su Yumian was startled by his metaphor, but he also felt it was particularly appropriate.

She was a little over and tossed and turned restlessly. Yi Liao finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pressed his claws on her shoulder and said gritting his teeth: "Su Yumian, did I tell you last time? Don't move around while I was holding you."

"But... I can't sleep." Su Yumian didn't dare to move, but his hands were still restless. After a while, he touched Yi Liao's belly through his thin shirt and asked curiously, "How did you maintain your figure? Why don't you eat fat? And... your abs."

The thin fingers wandered around his waist and abdomen. Although it was separated by a layer of clothes, the touch was still like an electric shock. Yi Liao's whole body stiffened, and a subtle heat suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He grabbed Su Yumian's wrist and said softly: "Don't move!"

"Why?" Su Yumian blinked her drunken eyes, and dared to say anything crazy with alcohol. "I wanted to touch it a long time ago. What is the difference between this belly with abdominal muscles and my hand feeling?"

Her hands flexibly broke free from Yilai's confinement, took the opportunity to pick up his shirt, and directly violated the skin by her skin. Without the barrier of that layer of clothes, she seemed to be even more presumptuous, touching his navel frivolously all the way, and then barely stuck on his belt.

"It's really different." She was still complacent about her discovery, and even poked her fingertips boldly, "My belly is softer, yours should be harder."

"Hard?" Yi Liao's emotions were swallowed by the night, his voice was hoarse and low, "Is it really... just a little harder?"

"Hmm?" Su Yumian hadn't understood the meaning of this sentence yet, Yi Liao suddenly turned over, supported his hands next to her head, and just locked her between his arms.

Su Yumian's eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of water vapor, and she looked at Yi Lan drunk. Her clothes slid to one side, revealing her small half of her smooth shoulders, and she looked extremely gentle because of the right smell of alcohol.

Yi Liao's Adam's apple moved, his eyes wandering on her delicate neck and shoulders, and a certain surging emotion was pressed under his voice: "Su Yumian, you kissed and touched you, are you responsible for me?"

"Um?"

Yi Liao bit his lower lip and closed his eyes unbearably, but the scene in his mind could not be removed. He gritted his teeth and said, "I... am a normal man."

"Huh? Ah..." Su Yumian immediately understood and looked at him in silence. Yi Liao, who was usually gentle and taciturn, was like a trapped beast. With the moonlight outside the window, she vaguely saw the flames that were enduring under his eyes.

"Yijie..." Su Yumian didn't know where he got the courage, so he suddenly reached out to touch his face.

Hearing her call, Yi Liao lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

The night is thick, and the slightly drunk warmth from somewhere is floating in his ears, and finally turns into his bone--

"Su Yumian, I love you."

The next morning, Su Yumian was woken up by the ringtone of her cell phone. She had a split headache and answered the phone directly.

"Hello?"

"Mianmian, it's my mother, haven't gotten up yet?"

"No, I just woke up."

"The New Year is coming soon. Do you need me to help you grab tickets for the Spring Festival travel rush?"

"Spring Festival travel?" Su Yumian became very angry when he heard this word. Every year when he went home during the Chinese New Year, he seemed to be on the battlefield.

Yi Liao also woke up, leaned against her ear, and asked sleepyly, "What's wrong?"

Su Yumian replied to him: "My mother asked me about buying a train ticket."
To be continued...