When Song Yan realized what Xia Zhiye meant, his first reaction was to turn around and run, but Xia Zhiye stretched out his arms and caught him back.

The crowd was congested, Song Yan couldn't use it, and didn't want to make a noise, so Xia Zhiye pressed his hands on his waist and pressed his waist in front of him, wearing a sweater and hat with his head down, and said nothing.

Xia Zhiye glanced at someone who lowered his head and pretended to be dead, and laughed softly: "I said such a big confession, you want to run without saying anything at all? Do you have any conscience?"

Song Yan didn't speak, but just reached out and lowered the brim of the sweater's hat, completely covering his eyebrows, as if Xia Zhiye wouldn't be able to see him as long as his eyes were darkened.

Some people are so pushy at ordinary times, how cowardly they are at critical times.

Xia Zhiye refused to let him cowardly, and reached out to lift the hood of his sweater for him. He leaned over and saw the beautiful little face under the hood that was red to the base of his ears.

Xia Zhiye chuckled lightly: "Look, we're getting hot, it's almost steamed."

Song Yan knocked off Xia Zhiye's hand, grabbed the front of his hat, and pressed down again, vowing not to show Xia Zhiye his face.

Xia Zhiye knew that he was thin-skinned, but every time he was embarrassed by being teased, he would beat people with bluff, but this time he was very shy and cowardly.

So he picked up Song Yan's hat again, revealing his little red and stinky face, and said with a smile: "Why, we are afraid of brother Yan? Don't dare to speak?"

"You're fucking cowardly, I just don't have the mood to joke with you..."

"Song Yan, I'm not joking with you, I'm telling you very seriously that I like you." Xia Zhiye interrupted Song Yan and looked down at him, his expression was no longer the usual sloppy, serious and solemn expression. "So can you give me an answer."

Xia Zhiye's tone was so serious that Song Yan couldn't help but look up at him.

The fireworks in the night sky behind him are in full bloom, and the beautiful eyes have faded away from all laziness and jokes, leaving only focus and tenderness and an inexplicable affection.

Time passed between the two in an eerie gesture.

There seems to be some kind of tacit language being conveyed.

Song Yan felt that He's heartbeat seemed to be getting faster and faster, so fast that it seemed as if he would say some absurd and impulsive answer at a certain moment.

However, just one second before his heartbeat was about to reach the threshold, he heard a crisp sentence: "Brother!"

At that moment, Song Yan seemed to realize something, and he asked Xia Zhiye, "Did we forget something."

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, my sister."

Song Yan: "..."

He turned his head stiffly, and sure enough, he saw three familiar figures, Chu, Chuan, Mei, and Xiao, who had squeezed in at some point in the crowded crowd.

The three familiar figures also saw them hugging each other tightly.

After a brief, eerie silence.

Among them, the fat one covered the eyes of the smaller one, and he was heartbroken: "The child is still there! You pay attention to the influence!"

Song Yan: "..."

Hold.

He felt that the thing he regretted the most in his life was not burying Little Fatty the first time he danced in his minefield.

Pushing Xia Zhiye away, he lowered his head and pulled his hat, trying to pretend that he didn't know anyone, so he turned his head and left.

However, just after taking a step, he found a small scale growing on his leg. Looking down, the little mahjong was holding his calf in one hand and a small wild flower that he didn't know where he picked up in the other. "I hate brother! Huahua!"

Song Yan: "?"

The little mahjong raised the flower a little higher: "The flower is beautiful, I will give it to brother Yan."

Before Song Yan could react, Xiao Pang quickly said, "Hurry up and take it. She took a lot of effort to pick it up. After protecting it all the way, no one will give it to me. I can't even touch it."

Song Yan squatted down a little uncomfortably and took the little wild flower.

Then the little mahjong took the opportunity to hug his neck and blew hard: "They said they were tired of my brother's pain, and the little mahjong whistled to my brother, and my brother would not be in pain."

Song Yan felt that her heart softened so much that she patted her head: "It's okay, brother Yan doesn't hurt."

"Then I hate brother hug."

Little Mahjong didn't know where Song Yan was in pain, and to what extent. He only knew that a hug was the greatest comfort a human cub could give an adult, so he tilted his head and opened his short arms.

No one can say no to such a cute cub.

Song Yan endured the pain in her back. Just as she was about to reach out to hug her, a pair of arms came over next to her and carried her over the armpits of the little mahjong: "Brother Yan is tired, Brother Ye is holding her, okay?"

"Okay." The little mahjong responded with a milky voice, and hugged Xia Zhiye's neck tightly, "Then you are tired, let's go home, okay?"

"Well, good." Xia Zhiye trimmed Xiaomajong's forehead and hair, then turned to look at Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, "How about you?"

Kong Xiaoxiao held the oversized gift box of the Princess Castle: "We've been playing all day, and we're going back."

"It happened that we called two cars. I will send Kong Xiaoxiao back, and Brother Yan will go back with you." Xiaopang arranged it clearly.

Song Yan's face was cold: "I'll go back to the dormitory by myself."

"Can you get a car?"

The little fat soul asked.

Song Yan lowered her head and opened the taxi app to see that there was a queue of 187, and the estimated queue time was 2 hours and 30 minutes.

Xiao Pang looked like a god, "I booked a car when I went out this morning, and I can't get a call now, so you can go back with Ye Ge."

Xia Zhiye hugged the already sleepy little mahjong, turned his head towards Song Yan and said slowly, "If you want to continue queuing, I and the mahjong will stay with you."

"..." Song Yan suspected that Xia Zhiye was kidnapped by morality and had evidence, but he had no choice but to reluctantly get into the co-pilot, "Master, go to Zaijiu Lane first, then to Nanwu San dormitory."

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and smiled, but did not stop him, put the little mahjong on the back seat, and then took the princess castle from Kong Xiaoxiao. Just as he was about to get into the car, Xiaopang stopped him.

"The organizer took it for you." Little Fatty took out a photo and handed it over.

In the photo, a cold-faced teenager in a blue sweater and a coquettish teenager in a red sweater are standing under the lights, holding a little girl in a floral skirt. The scene is warm and harmonious.

I still regret not being able to go to receive the award together, but I didn't expect there is such a photo.

Xia Zhiye put it away: "Thank you."

"It's all right." Fatty patted him on the shoulder, "Brothers will keep your affairs a secret for you, don't worry."

"..."

Xia Zhiye paused for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, thank you."

Sitting in the back seat and closing the door, found that someone in the front passenger seat had closed his eyes against the window. He seemed to be too sleepy, so he fell asleep as soon as he got in the car.

However, her eyelashes trembled involuntarily as the door closed.

Xia Zhiye curled the corner of his lower lip without piercing him, and the vehicle drove quietly towards Zaijiu Alley.

When he stopped in front of the inner alley, Song Yan woke up on time.

Just as he was about to ask the driver to turn around, the little mahjong shouted at Grandma Liu, who came out to pick them up: "Grandma! Brother Yan is injured!"

Song Yan: "..."

Are these brothers and sisters gangsters?

Song Yangen didn't have time to instigate the driver to flee the scene, but was dragged from the car by Grandma Liu anxiously and dragged all the way into the house.

After checking from top to bottom and confirming that Song Yan had no other problems, he scolded Xia Zhiye and pressed Song Yan to massage him.

At the end, he urged Song Yan to sleep here at night and give him another massage in the morning.

Song Yan didn't have any room to interject during the whole process. When he was finally freed from the clutches of Grandma Liu, he had already been sent to Xia Zhiye's bedroom.

Song Yan, wrapped in the smell of medicinal wine, stood in the room blankly.

Xia Zhiye leaned against the door, looked at him and said with a smile: "You sleep in it or I sleep in it."

Song Yan frowned: "I sleep on the sofa."

Xia Zhiye nodded: "You may have to answer my question before you want to sleep on the sofa."

Song Yan pretended to be stupid: "What's the problem?"

"Are you sure you want me to repeat it? I don't mind. Song Yan, I like..."

"To shut up!"

Song Yan became angry and interrupted directly.

Xia Zhiye didn't continue talking, just walked up to him with a smile, lowered his eyes and asked, "So, can you give me an answer now, little friend Song Yan?"

But what answer could he give.

Song Yan hadn't completely digested what Xia Zhiye had confessed to him.

After all, those unreasonable rapid heartbeats and guilty consciences were all escaped by him as irritability, and he never wanted to think that Xia Zhiye liked him or that he liked Xia Zhiye.

The idea of ​​escaping subconsciously had been evading for so long, and all of a sudden, Xia Zhiye pierced it so bluntly, leaving him no room to maneuver and hide, and he could give Xia Zhiye any answer in a while.

In just two hours, he believed that Xia Zhiye really liked him, and then he was sure that he also liked Xia Zhiye, and then agreed to be with Xia Zhiye?

Song Yan never thought about it.

In other words, in the past ten years of his life, he had never thought about his future endings other than dying alone, let alone that someone would stand by his side as a lover and tell him what he wanted. of.

What's more, this person is his roommate, a man, a man who is beaten up and down by him every day.

So what answer can Song Yan give.

He's in a mess right now.

And he never believed in emotional maintenance and commitment, because he had witnessed the tragic and embarrassing ending of emotional deterioration.

Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye: "Do you know the reason for the excitement when you see someone you like?"

Xia Zhiye's biology is good: "Phenylethylamine."

Song Yan asked again, "Then do you know that the concentration of phenylethylamine can only be maintained for half a year to four years?"

Xia Zhiye did not speak.

Song Yan continued: "Except for phenylethylamine, the rest of dopamine, norepinephrine and other substances that produce love will not exist for more than five years at most, so Xia Zhiye, what do you think I can give you now? what is the answer."

He asked coldly and calmly, so calmly as if there was no emotion at all, to the point of being a little aggressively sharp.

When normal people encounter this kind of reaction, most of them will choose to retreat.

And Xia Zhiye just looked down at Song Yan, and answered with ease and certainty: "Give me an answer that has a chance to prove to you that endorphins and post-hormone do exist."

These two substances will persist in the brain for more than ten years, decades or even until the death of human beings.

And they determine loyalty, trust, love, and dependence.

"In this world, in addition to the beautiful fireworks that disappear in a flash, there are also beautiful table lamps that can be lit for a long time until the filament life is exhausted, so Song Yan kid, can't we be so pessimistic?"

Xia Zhiye reached out and brushed Song Yan's somewhat disobedient forehead, with a patient and indulgent tone.

It seems that he understands all Song Yan's scruples and fears, and doesn't mind all Song Yan's indifference and bad temper. He just wants to teach him to live a good life and love each other.

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly wondered what kind of parents Xia Zhiye's parents were, and why they could raise Xia Zhiye's temperament.

It seems to be forever undisciplined, nothing special, but full of trust and connivance to all the good things in the world.

Xia Zhiye rubbed a handful of Song Yan's fluffy hair: "So Song Yan, are you willing to believe me?"

Song Yan lowered her eyelids: "I don't know."

"Then are you going to reject me?"

Song Yan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the words twitched on the tip of his tongue for a long time, but he couldn't say it in the end.

"If you don't refuse, you agree?"

"Xia Zhiye!"

"That's refusal?"

"..."

Seeing that Song Yan became irritable at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xia Zhiye knew something and smiled: "Neither refuse nor agree, it seems that our brother Yan really agrees with me chasing you."

"I didn't fucking say that!"

"Then what are you going to say?"

"..."

Song Yan was finally annoyed: "Xia Zhiye, why are you so annoying!"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "You didn't say that before."

Song Yan: "?"

"You said before that I'm very attractive."

"You fart!"

Xia Zhiye lazily took out his phone and tapped it twice.

A familiar lazy voice line immediately came from the receiver: "Then tell me why I am popular?"

It was followed by a muffled voice: "That's it now."

"Just now?"

"Well, right now, every time you bend your eyes, I suddenly get stupid."

"Then do I have anything else to like?"

"He's handsome, kind, and treats me well..."

Hold.

After finally realizing that the other person who spoke was himself, Song Yan grabbed the phone and said, "Xia Zhiye! How shameless are you!"

Xia Zhiye raised the phone to the highest level, and said solemnly, "The face is not as important as a boyfriend. Anyway, your face is prettier than mine, so it's not a loss for me."

Song Yan never thought that 1.81 meters tall would one day think that he was short.

I couldn't beat it, I couldn't grab my phone, I gritted my teeth in anger: "You're shameless and you don't have a boyfriend!"

"That's hard to say."

Xia Zhiye laughed like a weasel who stole the chicken long ago. With a fingertip, he switched to the next audio.

Then Song Yan heard a muffled and coquettish voice: "Sleep together, I don't like to sleep alone, I can't sleep."

At that moment, he directly doubted life.

Although he knows that airborne and bone-borne transmissions will cause great differences in timbre due to different media, it is hard to believe that such a whistling sound comes from his mouth.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Xia Zhiye's righteous words followed: "No. I am a very traditional man. If you want to sleep with me, you must be responsible to me, such as agreeing to let me chase you."

After a long silence, he actually replied: "Well, then you will sleep with me in the future."

"..."

Song Yan suddenly felt that a person's life is really long, and he really wanted to live in the EGSY8p7 galaxy.

Xia Zhiye put away the phone with satisfaction, and said without changing his face: "Look, since you have agreed to pursue you, then I will fulfill my obligations and sleep with you in the future. A good man who is honest, upright, and responsible must keep the promises that he can't go back on. Are you right?"

"..."

The reason seems to be such a reason, but Song Yan always feels that something is not right.

Looking at Song Yan who had completely stayed in place, Xia Zhiye laughed softly, "So do you want to sleep together, future boyfriend?"

The author has something to say: I will scold Xia Zhiye for being shameless! But this kind of escapist and arrogant character of hating cub really needs a shameless old attack!