Winter, Then Spring (слэш)

He himself had been inside just a few moments ago, content to watch as he stuffed himself full with thin-skinned dumplings and sweet pastries, until his gaze had landed on Chengling's wrinkled hands as he waved the red papers in front of the baby in his arms. He had watched the swollen knuckles and prominent veins, transfixed. Then, he'd swallowed hard and grabbed one cup and one pot of liquor and stood to walk out.
Toasting to the moon? Wen Kexing had said, raising his eyebrows, but had left him to it. They'd known each other for a lifetime, after all.
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Zhou Zishu thinks about his past, present, and future on a winter New Year's night.