Song Yan didn't know what Xia Zhiye was thinking, but felt that the two of them had squeezed the narrow bed of 1.2 meters in the dormitory anyway, and there was nothing that could not be squeezed into the single bed of 5.5 meters in the hotel.

And every time slept with Xia Zhiye, always slept more peacefully than usual.

Probably because Xia Zhiye had a smell that made him feel very relaxed.

It's like citrus, but it's not so sweet and greasy. don't usually smell it, but every time Xia Zhiye hugs him, that smell will always bring a warm body temperature to soothe his anxious nerve cells.

For example, the first night of insomnia after coming to Nanwu.

Like that hug in the dark.

Therefore, after Song Yan passed the age of sleeping without an adult, Xia Zhiye was the only bed partner who was specially approved by him to exist.

But it's not enough for two big boys about 1.8 meters to squeeze into a single bed. Song Yanping felt a little cramped when lying down, so he turned to his side, but he could see Xia Zhiye's neck through the dim light by the bedside. There seems to be some red marks on the back.

Xia Zhiye's skin was white, the red mark was abruptly red, and the location was particularly ambiguous. When he thought of what the red mark might be, Song Yan's eyes instantly turned cold, and he reached out and ripped off the collar of Xia Zhiye's pajamas.

Xia Zhiye was thinking about what to say while lying on the bed, when his collar was suddenly violently ripped off, just thought Song Yan was so active?

He heard Song Yan coldly ask, "What is this?"

Xia Zhiye was a little stunned: "What?"

"look by youself."

Song Yan took out his phone and pointed it at his neck, took a photo and handed it over.

Xia Zhiye glanced at it, and was relieved. He sat up and started to untie the belt of his pajamas.

Song Yan immediately showed vigilance, covered the quilt, and took a step back: "What are you doing?"

Xia Zhiye noticed his little gesture, found it interesting, turned his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and deliberately put his tone in an ambiguous and low tone: "What do you think you can do when you are alone and widowed in the same room with disheveled clothes?"

"..."

Can do shit.

Song Yan turned his back indifferently: "Go away, I'm straight."

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and chuckled, but didn't answer, after all, just a month ago, he felt that he was straight.

So it's not up to you to be straight or not.

After all, would a straight man mind another straight man undressing in front of him?

Will not.

After Xia Zhiye got the answer, he continued to untie his belt with great satisfaction, and explained by the way, "The hotel pajamas should not remove mites, so I'm a little allergic."

When Xia Zhiye said this, the pajamas had completely left his body.

As soon as Song Yan turned around, he happened to see his back. Sure enough, a large red rash appeared, which looked a little shocking against the originally healthy and fair complexion.

Song Yan frowned: "Go to the hospital?"

"No, just buy some medicine and wipe it." Xia Zhiye looked ordinary.

It seems that allergies should be the norm.

I usually see Xia Zhiye as a slut, but didn't expect it to be quite squeamish.

Song Yan got out of bed, opened the suitcase, took out a medicine box, flipped through it for a long time, and found a tube of ointment that was much larger than the usual ointment, turned back to Xia Zhiye and said, "See if you can use this. ."

Song Yan is also prone to allergies to things like dust mites, so Qin Qing has always kept this ointment in his medicine box. It is said that he brought it back from abroad. skin rash.

Xia Zhiye originally planned to call an errand to buy some medicine and deliver it to the hotel. Hearing Song Yan's words, he walked over, took the ointment, glanced at the plain English instructions on the package, and nodded, "Yes, it can be used."

"It can be used."

Song Yan closed the suitcase and was about to stand up, but as soon as she raised her head, her line of sight inevitably went straight to a certain place. She was hit on the spot and her breathing stagnated.

Xia Zhiye's changed clothes have been sent to the hotel laundry room, and the pajamas have been taken off due to allergies, so at this moment, he is only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs.

He was standing, Song Yan was squatting, and when he looked up, the visual effect was a bit too shocking.

"..."

Hold.

What did this man eat to grow up?

Song Yan couldn't help but cursed in his heart, then quickly lowered his head, took out the largest set of casual clothes from the suitcase and threw it to him: "Don't be a fucking hooligan."

Xia Zhiye was suddenly smashed with two pieces of clothes by his head. He was a little stunned at first, but when he looked down, he saw Song Yanhong's ears that were about to become familiar.

Are straight men so shy?

Will not.

Therefore, her wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs should still be very attractive to Song Yan.

Xia Zhiye thought about it, and slowly put on Song Yan's pants, but didn't wear his top.

Song Yan couldn't help but ask, "Are you very confident in your abdominal muscles?"

Confident indeed, but that's not the problem.

Xia Zhiye raised the ointment in his hand: "How can you apply medicine to me when I'm wearing clothes?"

Song Yan: "..."

Why do I want to help you wipe the medicine.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Xia Zhiye explained slowly, "Because I can't reach my back."

"..."

Most of the rashes are concentrated on the back, and Xia Zhiye really has nothing to do.

Song Yan couldn't help him either, so he could only kick Xia Zhiye onto the sofa with a cold face: "Be honest."

In fact, Xia Zhiye's back was itchy badly, but he was afraid that Song Yan would be worried, so he didn't say anything, so he honestly lay on the sofa and played with his mobile phone, trying to divert his attention.

This is the first time for Young Master Song to apply medicine to someone. After putting on the transparent latex gloves, he stood beside the sofa, not knowing where to start, he simply stepped on the sofa, sat on Xia Zhiye's leg, and then A slap on the back of Xia Zhiye: "Don't move."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

dare not move.

This posture, I am afraid that an accident will happen.

But Song Yan was really thin, and he didn't feel heavy when sitting on his lap.

And although the method is very unfamiliar and clumsy, it is not difficult to feel the gentle caution that is deliberately slowed down.

The cool paste is very comfortable on irritated skin.

Considerate, gentle, will hurt people.

Xia Zhiye didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the three adjectives he posted to Song Yan, he just silently enjoyed the top service from Song Yan.

But the phone rang indifferently.

It was a WeChat call from Shang Huai.

After Xia Zhiye picked it up, he realized that it was not a voice but a video. Just as he was about to ask him what was going on, Shang Huai's big face on the screen instantly changed from beaming to dull and stiff, and finally to shock.

"Xia...Master Xia...you, you and Brother Yan...you...Fuck!"

Slot what slot? What's all the fuss about?

Listening to Shang Huai's shouting in suspicion of the collapse of his life, Song Yan coldly raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhiye's mobile phone screen.

Then he saw the small frame in the upper right corner of the screen, Xia Zhiye was lying on the sofa without a shirt on, sitting behind him, wearing latex gloves holding a tube of ointment.

Coupled with the faint red rash on Xia Zhiye's neck and the background of the hotel room at first glance, even though it is just applying allergy medicine, the whole picture is very imaginative.

Song Yan: "..."

Shang Huai: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Two mobile phones, two cameras, three men at the crossroads of life, silenced across the radio waves.

After a long while, Shang Huai was heartbroken: "Master Xia, although I have long thought that there might be something wrong with the two of you, but I never imagined that you are the one under pressure!"

"..." Xia Zhiye asked calmly, "Are you a fool?"

Shang Huai didn't admit that he was a fool, but thought that Xia Zhiye might not be able to face the reality, so he comforted with tears: "It's okay, Master Xia, it's great to be 0 for love, we all understand it."

know shit.

Xia Zhiye didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, took the ointment from Song Yan's hand, and slammed in front of the camera: "Letters?"

Shang Huai shook his head.

Xia Zhiye: "Baidu."

"Oh." Shang Huai bowed his head obediently, stopped his fingers for a moment, and raised his head stiffly, "Allergy medicine?"

"otherwise?"

"..."

Shang Huai touched his nose embarrassedly: "Then you can't blame me, mainly..."

He originally wanted to say that it was mainly because you and Song Yan were too gay in normal times, but seeing Song Yan's face behind Xia Zhiye that was cold enough to soak in formalin, he swallowed hard, his attitude Sincerely: "The main reason is that I am full of yellow waste, I am shameless, I am dirty, I am shameless."

Song Yan's expression on the screen finally softened, he got off Xia Zhiye and went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Xia Zhiye didn't bother to bother with Shang Huai, and said casually, "Okay, what's the matter with making a video call to me at night?"

"Good thing!" Only then did Shang Huai remember his real purpose tonight, and a trace of excitement appeared in his eyebrows, "I'll show you something!"

After speaking, the camera turned and was facing the computer screen.

On the screen is an email.

[Sender]: Huanyue Entertainment

[Subject]: Interview notice

[Text]: Congratulations to Mr. Shang Huai for passing our Demo audition. Please participate in the second round of interviews at 10:00 am on October 5th. The address...

Xia Zhiye reacted: "Have you passed the audition for the singer you mentioned earlier?"

Shang Huai turned back to the camera: "That's necessary, but the audition is sorry for my father Xia's love like a mountain."

"Okay, then tell me what you lack, I will always be your stalwart father."

"I don't lack anything, I just want to have a meal with you in the evening. I'm going to Beijing early tomorrow morning. If I get elected this time, I might not come back, so I'll have a meal."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan just came out of the bathroom, heard a word and a half, and asked, "What is it?"

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye explained smoothly, "It's just that Shang Huaihai has been selected. He will go to Beijing for the retest on the 6th. He will leave early tomorrow. Before leaving, he wants to invite us to a meal."

"The retest is on the 6th, tomorrow is the 3rd, why are you going so early?"

Xia Zhiye also realized this problem and asked Shang Huai, "What's the matter with you going so early?"

"Hey, what can I do in Beijing." Shang Huai sighed helplessly, "It's not because of poverty. I didn't dare to tell my mother about this, and I only have less than a thousand yuan on me. You can't even buy a round-trip high-speed rail ticket, you can only take the green train."

Song Yan really had no idea about the word green train.

Xia Zhiye explained: "It takes almost thirty hours to travel from Nanwu to Beijing in a green leather car."

Shang Huai added: "And it's still a hard seat."

Song Yan: "..."

Hard to imagine.

"But then you have so little money on you, where do you go to live in Beijing?" Xia Zhiye asked Shang Huai.

Shang Huai looked very open: "Just find a black Internet cafe and make do with it for a night, so that I will become popular in the future, and I will blow this experience out. It is absolutely inspirational, absolutely touching, and definitely in the biography of the characters. A fortune!"

After speaking, he seemed to have fallen into a beautiful fantasy about the future life, and he kept giggling.

Why so blindly optimistic.

Xia Zhiye looked angry and funny: "Okay, don't be beautiful there, send me the address, and I'll come over later with Song Yan to see if we can get you some more money."

"I really don't need to raise money..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I'm hanging up."

Xia Zhiye cut off the video, tilted his head, and found Song Yanzheng standing aside holding his phone, drooping his eyelids and pursing his lips slightly, as if he had something on his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked in a low voice.

"nothing."

Song Yan pointed at the number of bank card balances just checked on the phone screen with her fingertips, and responded perfunctorily.

Although he returned his credit card to Song Minghai, Song Yan never worried that he would be short of money.

Because since he was a child, Song Minghai has never treated him badly in terms of economics, no matter how slander he was, and the New Year's money given by those uncles and aunts every year during the New Year's Eve adds up to six figures.

So Song Yan always thought that he still had a lot of money in his card.

But he didn't expect that he would be able to spend quite a bit in normal times. Adding all the balances together, there was only 7,518 yuan left.

For him, this amount is to the point where he can't even afford a decent coat in winter, but now he has to use it all the time for the New Year.

But in fact, if more than 7,000 yuan is used frugally, it is not impossible to make do with it for four or five months, but...

Song Yan remembered Shang Huai's happy and excited look just now, but he still made a decision, raised his head, looked at Xia Zhiye, and said nonchalantly, "I'll transfer 5,000 to you, you can transfer it to Shang Huai."

Xia Zhiye met his gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if questioning.

Song Yan seemed to be not good at expressing such kindness, and avoided his eyes a little awkwardly, but his tone was still pretending to be casual: "Anyway, there's not much money, let him take a flight back and forth, find a decent hotel, and clean up a little bit. Yourself, don't embarrass our No. 3 Middle School."

Obviously, he was worried that Shang Huai would be too hard to ride in the green leather car and not get enough rest. He might be in danger while sleeping alone on the streets of Beijing, so he wanted to help him, but he had to say it so coldly.

Really arrogant.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yanbei's small eyes that were awkwardly avoided, and couldn't help but smile.

But arrogant is cute.

Originally, if Grandpa hadn't frozen his card, he could have directly helped Shang Huai, but now he really has no money in his hand for the time being, and the matter is urgent again, so he replied, "Okay, I will borrow this money for him. , I will pay you back years ago."

Why do you still want to accompany your good sister?

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt uncomfortable, drooping his eyelids, looking down at Xia Zhiye, who was sitting on the sofa disheveled: "What are you going to pay back?"

Xia Zhiye: "?"

What does this mean? What can pay back without borrowing money? Do you use...

Xia Zhiye felt as if he understood something at that moment, raised his head, and said with a sad face of a strong woman remarrying: "If you have to do this, it's not impossible."

Song Yan: "?"

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan: "."

It's not impossible to fuck you.

Song Yan raised her leg and kicked a big hooligan on the sofa.

The big hooligan hurriedly grabbed his ankle with a smile, trying to preserve the integrity of his man.

However, as soon as Song Yan came out of the bathroom, there was still water on the soles of his feet. The marble floor of the hotel was already slippery, but Xia Zhiye pinched his ankles. If he didn't stabilize, he fell onto Xia Zhiye's body. .

The forehead just hit Xia Zhiye's hard shoulder, and he gasped in pain. Before he could curse, he heard a creak coming from the door.

Looking back, Shen Jiayan was holding the doorknob, standing at the door, maintaining the posture of opening the door, looking at the two men in the room with disheveled shirts and the unknown paste on the floor, falling into a silent stiffness.

Three seconds later, the door was closed.

"You guys continue."