nightmare exec

Chapter 127

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, at 02:30, in the activity room of Yugutai headquarters.

Seeing that it would take a while for them to show their talents, Qi Zhengnan sent an invitation to Song Yin: "It's too boring to be bored in the room, why don't we go out for a walk?"

"Go out? Where are you going?" Song Yin didn't quite understand what he meant: "Go to the garden to enjoy the snow?"

Qi Zhengnan just played tricks: "You'll know when you go out—will you come or not?"

Come, definitely come.After all, Song Yin's favorite thing is to argue with Brother Nan.So the two quietly got up and walked towards the entrance, still wearing the heavy cotton clothes, pushed the door and went out.

Rounding up, the heavy snow at the end of the year has been falling for fifteen or six hours, but there is still no sign of it dying down.The sky was even a few degrees darker than before, as if the night of the New Year's Eve had arrived earlier.

The snow in the courtyard has easily covered the ankles, and there are soft sounds of falling snowflakes in all directions.Occasionally, one or two clicks could be heard when the branches were broken by the snow, but the air seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Although both of them had gloves, Qi Zhengnan took Song Yin's right hand and put it in his coat pocket.On their intertwined fingers, rings of different value but equally precious have been assimilated to the same body temperature.

Fortunately, there is no wind, and the cold outside is still at an acceptable level.They cling to each other and walk across the cloister over the pond.

Under the frozen surface of the pool, several koi were trying to eat the petals of wisteria that had fallen on the ice, which attracted them to stop and watch for a while.Immediately afterwards, Qi Zhengnan led the people back along the road they came from, and after a while, a finely carved Chinese-style screen wall appeared in front of him.

Bypassing the screen wall is the vermilion-lacquered main entrance of this Chinese-style house, surrounded by walls on both sides, covered with snow-covered eaves, and a pair of festive red lanterns hanging from the corners of the eaves.

"We want to go out?" Song Yin understood Qi Zhengnan's meaning, but got stuck in the thinking pattern: "But isn't there only thick fog outside the door, and it is also very dangerous?"

"You said it was outside the executive officer's safe house." Qi Zhengnan corrected him, "As for this place...do you dare to go out and see for yourself?"

Just take a look, are you still afraid that Qi Zhengnan will do something to harm him?Song Yin curled his lips, pulled his hand out of Qi Zhengnan's pocket, stepped up two steps, pulled out the long door bolt, and pushed the tall and heavy paulownia door open a gap.

There was only a whistling sound of cold wind, and a large gust of goose feather snowflakes rushed towards me.Song Yin's nose felt sore for a while, he turned his head silently, pressed his face on Qi Zhengnan's thick chest muscles to warm him up, and then looked out again.

There was no heavy fog outside the door, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a spacious and tidy alley.The ground is covered with a thick blanket of snow, extending straight to the furthest distance that can be seen.

The snow in the alley still has colors - on the left and right sides of the alley, a pair of red lanterns hang high every tens of meters, reflecting the pure white snow red.

No, it's not just lanterns.

Song Yin soon realized that the locations where those lanterns were located should be mansions one after another, each of which, like the mansions behind them, was the private property of other teams.

Countless mansions are lined up row upon row, and a small town with white walls and black tiles is intertwined between the criss-crossing paths.

"Don't want to go a little further?" Qi Zhengnan gently pushed Song Yin, "There are still many things to watch outside."

Hearing that there was excitement, how could Song Yin let it go.He turned around and pulled Qi Zhengnan's sleeves and walked outside.

The two of them stepped on the crunching snow and walked along the alley.Soon I passed the mansions with lanterns hanging high - some of the gates were closed, only a pile of firecracker red paper fell on the steps, and there was a trace of gunpowder in the air.But there are also a few doors that are open enthusiastically, and chatter and laughter can be faintly heard coming from the depths of the courtyard.

They walked forward another ten steps, and saw five or six huge Kongming lanterns slowly rising above the tall white Huizhou wall in the front right.They quickened their pace and rushed towards the direction where the lantern was raised.

After turning a few turns, the alley turned into a wide road, and more and more fellow travelers began to appear around me.

Finally climbing up a steep slope, Song Yin's eyes suddenly opened up—a half-sized square in front of him, and a large frozen pond in the center.At this moment, many people gathered in the square, setting off Kongming lanterns, setting off fireworks, skating, snowball fighting, making snowmen, and even a purely amateur dragon dance performance. Alcohol, big crooked earthworms.

In the heavy snow, it is difficult to distinguish the faces, genders and ages of these people, but these are not important at all-at this moment, all the faces are happy and worry-free, it can be any People, and it should be anyone.

In the depths of this not-human purgatory, there will never be a lack of exciting and curious scenes. On the contrary, these ordinary and simple human fireworks are even more fascinating, and you can't even move your eyes.

The two held hands and walked slowly along the edge of the square.Because I don't want to be recognized by others, I keep a certain safe distance from the crowd.

When he came near a group of people setting off fireworks, Song Yin stopped and watched silently for a while.Although he didn't say much, his eyes were bright and full of colors.

"You want this?"

Qi Zhengnan suddenly took out a long cardboard box from his thick padded jacket and handed it over.

"What?" Song Yin took it and opened it, and found a row of fireworks sticks inside, "Huh? Did I read it right? Fairy sticks?"

"Didn't you mutter that you wanted to set off fireworks?"

Qi Zhengnan looked resigned: "Purgatory doesn't sell fireworks shells, and it's not safe to set off fireworks in the courtyard... Or do you want to come here with a bunch of fireworks and firecrackers, and enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by others here?"

"I didn't say fairy sticks are bad."

Song Yin smiled, turned his head to look left and right, and pulled Qi Zhengnan to sit on the bench in the corner of the shelter.Then, he pulled out two fireworks sticks from the box and stuffed one of them into Qi Zhengnan's hand.

"Here, you gave it to me, you have to accompany me to release it."

"..." Qi Zhengnan was a little speechless, but he still took it.

"Fire." Song Yin turned the stick tip over, "Hurry up."

Qi Zhengnan smiled silently, put the ends of the two fireworks sticks together, and snapped his fingers, only to see golden light burst out, and the brilliant cold fireworks immediately ignited.

"Wow~~" Song Yin waved the "fairy stick" in his hand childishly, humming the theme song of Doraemon silly.

Qi Zhengnan didn't tease or tease him, he just stretched his body, leaned back on the bench, and listened quietly.

After a while, he felt a head leaning over and snuggling against his shoulder.

"...When I was young, I only saw fireworks and firecrackers in story books. The book said that during the Chinese New Year, people would light firecrackers to drive away the Nian beast. So I pestered my parents to buy fireworks too. My father spent a lot of time I finally got a box of fairy sticks back for me. But I was not satisfied, and cried for the kind of 'bright, high and loud'. My mother was very embarrassed and said, 'No, so someone will know We live here, and then Xiao Yin has to move again.’——I don’t like moving, so I haven’t mentioned the fireworks since then.”

Speaking of this, Song Yin drew a few circles on the fireworks in his hand, which was a pattern of heartbreak.

"Later, I moved to a big city with you, where fireworks and firecrackers were prohibited. We watched the fireworks conference together several times, but I didn't know until I saw the big scene. What I really wanted in my heart was still this kind of The small fireworks that are close in front of you and can be held in the palm of your hand..."

"Then has your wish come true now?" Qi Zhengnan asked knowingly, and silently put his arms around his shoulders by the way.

"Of course it came true, it's just weird." Song Yin laughed a few times, "Two old men, wrapped up like two bears, were sitting in the snow, playing with fairy sticks that little fairies only play. Isn't it a bit silly?"

"What are you stupid? Just do it if you want."

The fairy wand in Qi Zhengnan's hand had been burned out.He threw away the stick and freed his hand to grab Song Yin's chin.

First, the cold noses touched each other, then the white steam exhaled from the mouth blended with each other, and then the next kiss was completely natural.

It was completely dark.On the huge square, there is only a piece of Kongming lanterns in the distance, and the colorful lights of fireworks.

In a dark corner where no one noticed, one of the most famous executives in Purgatory was kissing his lover affectionately, letting the heavy snow fall on their bodies, making them turn white instantly.

Good times are short-lived after all.But for tonight, every little moment was good.

Therefore, when Qi Zhengnan received the news urging the two of them to go back to cook, Song Yin did not complain that the world between the two of them would end so soon, instead, he took the initiative to pull his lover along the way they came back at a fast pace.

It was at this time that Song Yin realized that when they came all the way up the slope, they were now standing on the top of a small hill - when they walked to the edge of the hill and looked around, there was a small town covered in silver in the vast snow. Take a closer look.

The black eaves like crow's wings and the tall horse head wall are connected together.The white walls and snow-covered streets and alleys are like a large blank space in an ink painting scroll.As for those dark green trees and colorful flowers, they all settled into different shades of gray in the night.Only the lights of thousands of houses are dotted like a star, creating a happy scene of reunion in the world.

"Let's go, go back."

Song Yin took Qi Zhengnan's hand and walked briskly towards the depths of the lights.

There, a group of people are waiting for their return to show their talents.

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At [-]:[-] in the evening, the snow was still falling, and the sky was as dark as the night.From time to time, there were one or two bursts of firecrackers in the distance, vaguely accompanied by cheers and frolicking.

In the restaurant not far from the kitchen, the aroma of the New Year's Eve dinner is overflowing.Seven purgatory executives and six assistant officers, a total of 11 people, one cat and one robot, sat around the big round table of the "ancestral" Yugutai team, ushering in the climax of the New Year's Eve night atmosphere.

Various dishes carefully prepared for an afternoon were served one after another, and everyone proudly explained their creative thinking and cooking experience.

Pikas and Snowbirds highly recommend their creation of "Shrimp Sauce Kale Stir-Fry Everything" - said to be inspired by the leftovers they can't eat every day and the crunch of rodents chewing on root vegetables.

The good man bison is a heavy taster who likes to "cannibalize the same kind". The two dishes he prepared are all related to cattle.

Zhen Zhe and his robot assistant officer obviously regarded the kitchen as a laboratory, and the so-called "molecular cuisine" they researched, except for the appearance is unclear, the taste is basically a mass of paste.

It's not time to taste the dessert prepared by Mithril and her assistant officer, but the appearance alone is enough to make people's index fingers move.

As for Tsavorite, no one saw him tinkering with something in the kitchen.But he is a foreign guest, except for Mithril, no one really cares if this guy breaks Yu Gutai's usual rule of "you must prepare the New Year's Eve dinner yourself".

Finally, it comes to the pair of Qi Zhengnan and Song Yin—the big pot of instant noodles that Qi Zhengnan used last year was really full of holes.Fortunately, this year he brought a strong foreign aid.

The Xingzhou Curry Shrimp prepared by Song Yin in advance has won unanimous praise from everyone.The freshly cooked Maoxuewang also tempted a few who don't eat spicy and bloody tofu, and tentatively dipped their chopsticks into the red oil.

The most popular, though, is the sukiyaki pot, which is cooked directly at the dinner table—an oversized induction hob is heated up, and chunks of butter swirl in the bottom of the pot, melting into squeaky grease.Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Song Yin picked up the rhombus-shaped scallions and onion rings, fiddled with them lightly, and the special aroma immediately wafted out.

The beef slices were the top quality Qi Zhengnan Chongjin bought from the mall, and the red and white marble pattern was more like a work of art.But everyone is obviously more satisfied with its appearance after being heated and grilled with butter.

It's the turn of the pot of seafood miso broth prepared in advance.The moment the amber clear soup was poured, white water vapor rose into the air, like a daytime fireworks with the smell of meat.

Before everyone swallowed their saliva in a hurry, Song Yin skillfully pushed the half-cooked beef aside, then put in enoki mushrooms, fried tofu, cabbage and taro knots one by one, and put a bunch of Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum in the center of the pot.Finally cover the glass pot.

"When the soup boils, you can eat it after opening the lid." He summed up his work, "Who wants raw eggs?"

The people sitting in a circle looked left and right for a while, and then all raised their hands one after another.

"Then who wants cilantro?" He continued to ask.

All hands were put down again.

Team Yugutai is indeed a group of like-minded friends.

The author has something to say: Yu Gutai is also known as the "Don't Eat Coriander" team.Everyone hates cilantro.