Chapter 72

When got home, the first thing did was turn on the fan.

He was not so particular about buying two pieces of clothes. He didn't want to wash them. Cheng Yan put the things down. He still had half a box of strawberries in his hand. He piled them on the table and said, "Who takes a shower first?"

Song Yu sat on the bed, there were no extra chairs in the room, he replied, "You go first."

Cheng Yan nodded, put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Grandma doesn't have a complete bathroom here, but every family uses solar energy, so it's not too much trouble for him to take a bath, except that he doesn't have a complete set of shampoo and shower gel, everything else is fine, There was only one bar of soap in the box on the shelf.

Song Yu was waiting in the room. This kind of floor fan has a high wind speed, but it still can't make people too cool. He stretched out his hand to feel the wind speed and listened to the sound of water coming from outside. The bathroom is outside, not in any bedroom. And their room was very close to the bathroom, so Song Yu could clearly hear the sound of water pouring on Cheng Yan's skin.

If it was just like that, it would be fine. What's more, he would think wildly. He didn't do it on purpose. It was just that the room was too quiet, the sound of the water in the bathroom was too loud, and the sound of the wind could not be concealed at all.

Song Yu stood up and didn't want to sit anymore. It was too hot in the room. He opened the door and walked out to the small courtyard outside. He looked up at the bathroom door. It was an iron door that didn't close tightly, and Song Yu could see the light coming out from the crack of the door, as well as the color of his skin.

He turned his head and crouched down, convincing himself to calm down.

He just kept blowing hot air outside until Cheng Yan came out of the shower. When he saw Song Yu outside, Cheng Yan was startled and said, "Isn't it hot?"

Cheng Yan's hair was wet with water droplets falling down, and he was wiping his hair with a towel in his hand.

Song Yu looked at him up and down, as if he had never seen him before, a pair of eyes wandered back and forth on him, and said absently, "It's okay."

Cheng Yan took off the towel and didn't plan to go into the room. He didn't have a hairdryer. Even if he had it, he wouldn't want to use it. The environment outside was good and the temperature was good. His short hair would dry in a while. Cheng Yan said: "Go Bar."

Song Yu said, "Wait."

Cheng Yan didn't know what he was waiting for, so he took the wet towel to a drying rack not far away.

There was a vegetable garden in front of grandma's door, and the pumpkin seedlings stretched out into the courtyard. Under the clothes drying rack were pumpkin seedlings like vines. Cheng Yan was worried that he would step on it, so he stretched out his arms and hung a towel.

He is not very thin and loses his figure when the wind blows, but he is by no means strong. Cheng Yan has traces of exercise on his body. People who often play basketball will even look better in the lines of their calves. This is true. Song Yushen has a say. Cheng Yan's stature is quite friendly at their age, but he is not top-notch in the team. He doesn't need to be too tall. For Song Yu, Cheng Yan is just right.

Long legs, long hands, neck, skin color, exaggerated to the point of hair, all make Song Yu feel that it is just right. His ears are small, his face is also small, and his facial features are very Chinese-style aesthetics. He once pinched his hand with one hand. He also knows that his chin can be compared to the size of his face with just one hand. Cheng Yan is not aggressive, like a gentle Samoyed. don't know why he thinks of Samoyed with his tongue sticking out and watery eyes, maybe because his skin is slightly fair. a little……

Song Yu has seen good-looking people, various types of boys, but not many feel like Cheng Yan. The friends around him are all carefree and have no sense of proportion in their speech. The image of a rough man is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but even Cheng Yan Fighting, drinking, and no matter how fierce they are, all they bring to Song Yu is a sense of softness.

He has the same style as the school grass, but the school grass is slightly inferior. Song Yu feels that he is not as cute as Cheng Yan.

I probably didn't help myself.

Cheng Yan turned around and found that Song Yu was still in place, he said, "Why haven't you gone?"

Song Yu took a deep breath, his hands fell naturally, and he said with a heavy heart, "Come here."

Grandma's house has no courtyard wall, and their every move is exposed to the night sky. Cheng Yan is wearing a white short-sleeve without any logo on it, but this does not delay him from wearing a very ordinary short-sleeve out of fashion. sense.

In front of Song Yu, Cheng Yan squatted down, imitating his movements, but with his arms closed, he said with a listening demeanor, "What's the matter?"

Song Yu looked at him, so close, the light was not strong enough, by the moonlight, his eyes fell on Cheng Yan's neck, the scenery at the neckline was looming, Song Yu lowered his eyes, slid his Adam's apple, and waited for a while before saying :"fine."

A question mark in capital letters on Cheng Yan's head.

Call him over, and then all right?

Cheng Yan touched the back of his head and didn't quite understand what Song Yu meant, but seeing Song Yu standing up, he said, "I'm going to take a bath."

Cheng Yan replied blankly: "Oh."

After Song Yu finished taking a shower, the two of them finally returned to the room.

Cheng Yan's hair was already dry, and Song Yu's hair had no water droplets, but it was still wet. Cheng Yan pointed the fan to him, dried his hair, and said, "I'm sorry, there is no hair dryer, you first Just a moment."

Song Yu ruffled her hair and said, "What a big deal."

Cheng Yan liked his reasonableness.

Grandma didn't give him a quilt. There was only a thin blanket on the bed to cover his body. Below was the ice-cold mat. Cheng Yan took care and said, "Are you used to sleeping on the mat?"

He hasn't slept on the mat, but he can do it. There is no air conditioner, and the quilt must be extremely hot in this weather. Cheng Yan can accept it, but Song Yu is a guest, so he has to take care of other people's feelings.

"I haven't slept before," Song Yu said, "you can try."

Cheng Yan said, "If you really can't sleep well, I'll find a quilt."

"Don't bother," Song Yu's hair was air-dried, he took off his shoes and went to bed, "That's it."

There was only one pillow, Cheng Yan gave it to him, Song Yu threw it to him and said, "This is your grandma's house, you can use it."

What is the reason for this?

Cheng Yan looked at the pillow he threw. He was not used to being humble with Song Yu. Just be polite, he didn't accept it. Cheng Yan hugged the pillow, thought about it, and finally made a very feasible plan, "Or ... Shall we use it together? The pillows are already long."

Song Yu agreed.

But Cheng Yan didn't realize how bad this proposal was. He didn't realize until he fell asleep that it was a very bad plan!

The pillow was not long. He and Song Yu shared the pillow, and there was no gap between the two of them. The close distance made Cheng Yan's heartbeat unsteady. Song Yu's breathing sounded close to his ear, and his body was burning hot. It can also be clearly perceived, the fan is whirring, the two are awake, and neither one is sleepy.

It's okay to be alone, once someone is lying beside you, sleepiness will always be affected, not to mention the person who caused your cranky thoughts?

Cheng Yan didn't know what he was thinking, from the Metaverse, to Star Wars, to the tadpoles in the water, to the volcanic eruption, and finally to the matter of Song Yu sleeping beside him. Staying in consciousness, trying to involve consciousness in those events outside the earth, but it will eventually be attributed to the same place, a fact, Song Yu is lying beside him, they are sleeping together, close enough to hear each other's breath.

"Can't sleep?" Song Yu seemed to have sensed something and asked in a low voice. The magnetic voice fell on Cheng Yan's ear, allowing him to control his quivering instinct.

"Not too sleepy," Cheng Yan quickly took the opportunity to sit up, touched the back of his head, looked at the pillow and said, "You can use it, I don't often use pillows."

Song Yu's clear eyes shot at the person who was lying, and he understood very well, but he didn't expose him. Cheng Yan took such care of him, he must be grateful, right?

Song Yu also sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, took the phone and said, "If you can't sleep, watch the movie."

Song Yu found a foreign film. It wasn't a fierce fighting film. The picture was quite beautiful. Cheng Yan didn't know what it was. Song Yu turned the phone upside down and placed it on his body. Then he reached out and grabbed Cheng Yan. Any prelude, the sudden action startled Cheng Yan.

He was lying on Song Yu's body, pale in shock, but before he resisted, a hand in his neck pressed him, and Song Yu explained in a low voice, "Don't move."

This action is undisguised ambiguous, and the ambiguous is not counted. It is simply the intimacy between husband and wife, which makes Cheng Yan instantly think of the scene where his mother is lying on his father's lap watching TV. The nature is exactly the same. Cheng Yan was about to get up, but Song Yu grabbed his lifeline, making him unable to move.

"Why is this..." Cheng Yan blushed and his heart was beating. This action was too girly. Although he was not too macho, some behaviors made by boys would be very disgusting. Just like now, he is lying in Song Dynasty. The posture of Yu's chest was about to be seen by others, so he committed suicide on the spot.

However, Song Yu gave an incomprehensible answer, "Retribution of gratitude."

what? What newspaper?

Cheng Yan was at a loss, and repeated vetoes and resistance were useless. Song Yu finally classified this matter as simple as watching a movie, but for Cheng Yan, it was not simple at all.

"Have you seen it?" Song Yucai asked aloud after Cheng Yan was quiet.

Cheng Yan pretended to be resigned, lying on his stomach honestly, he didn't really want to care about him, it was not good to be someone else. what is."

Song Yu said, "I'm heartbroken."

Cheng Yan had heard about it, but had never seen it before. He asked, "Is it the one adapted from a famous book?"

"Yeah." Song Yu replied.

So Cheng Yan and Song Yu finished watching the love entanglement between Julie Baker and Bryce.

If it was a little smaller, he might not really understand why Julie didn't want the workers to cut down the maple tree. He might have the same question as others, isn't it just a tree? To measure the value of all things is always determined by whether it is worth or not.

The joy, vision, and scenery that the tree brought to Julie was a dream that no one else could understand.

There is also Bryce, who hated Julie so much at the beginning, exhausted everything to make Julie give up, but in the end it was himself who fell deeply into it. As the barrage said, he really chased his wife's crematorium. What comes to a person is never his appearance, but his outstanding soul.

After watching this video, I felt a little sleepy, Cheng Yan rubbed his eyes, Song Yu saw his movements and asked, "Sleepy?"

Cheng Yan got up from him: "One point."

The one-and-a-half hour movie made him used to the feeling of lying on Song Yu's body.

"Then go to sleep." Song Yu put the pillow and put down the phone.

Cheng Yan let the pillow out, and planned to lie down and sleep like this, just for one night, no big deal, but before he lay down, he was pulled into a warm embrace by Song Yu.

Cheng Yan lowered his head and looked at his arm.

"I'm on the pillow, you're on my pillow," Song Yu turned off the light and said, "This problem is solved like this."

Cheng Yan did not object.

He spent a harmonious night with Song Yu like this, until the sleepiness hit, he slowly fell asleep.

He had another dream at night. People say that he thinks every day and dreams at night. Because Song Yu is by his side, he can't help dreaming about him. Fortunately, this time it is not so inappropriate for children. He doesn't want to be with Song Yu. When they reveal their embarrassment, this is a dream about their daily life, there is nothing special about them.

He slept soundly, but someone opened his eyes in the dark night. Song Yu listened to his breathing and pressed against his back. He blocked most of the fan, but he had no way to convince himself to take care of Cheng Yan because he Also very hot.

It was so hot that my palms and back were sweaty.

They had never slept in the same bed for the first time, nor had they ever done anything out of the ordinary, too intimate, only kissing.

However, at a young and restless age, curiosity and instinct never give in. They are full of energy, and they are not greedy enough.

Song Yu's lips pressed against the back of Cheng Yan's neck, and it was hot.

Cheng Yan's sleepiness was gradually disturbed. He felt a burst of humidity and heat. It was difficult to spend the night without air conditioning, and the wind was gone. face turned away.

The soft lips covered his lips, which made Cheng Yan's half-sleep and half-awake state instantly dissipated. His head was immediately awake, his pupils contracted in the dark, and his hands instinctively went to resist.

"Song Yu..." His voice trembled a little, Song Yu was kissing him, and right now, in this hot and dry night, he was kissing him without his consent...

Song Yu didn't stop because of this. Not only did he not stop, but he intensified. The hot and humid lips moved down Cheng Yan's neck, little by little, until they covered the clear collarbone.

Cheng Yanren was in a mess. He bent his legs, put his hands on Song Yu's neck, and said with heavy breathing, "What are you... doing?"

In the middle of the night, he was not sleepy at all, what was he afraid of? He was just afraid that something like this would happen when he slept with Song Yu. He wasn't prepared, not at all. He didn't really think about what to do when that day came.

He didn't dare to think about it, he was embarrassed to think about it.

But now, it's happening.

"Do you still have to tell me?" Song Yu's fingers touched his hot cheeks, he couldn't see Cheng Yan's face, but he knew how flustered, cramped, and uneasy it was.

"We," Cheng Yan took a deep breath, as if it was difficult to open his mouth, "We...not that kind of relationship anymore."

"Did I promise you?" Song Yu said in the dark night, "Did I tell you that if someone doesn't nod, this relationship can't be considered over."

Cheng Yan doesn't want to talk to him about this now, Song Yu is lying, there is no room to talk about this matter for a long time, he wants to say something that he really cares about and worries about now, but because the atmosphere is not right, and he is in the Song Yu was a little speechless in front of him.

So the meaning of the mouth is a bit wrong.

Cheng Yan said: "Are you... just going to kiss me?" This is not what he wanted to express, but it's hard not to be misunderstood by his way of speaking.

Song Yu said with great interest: "You can also try other things."

"No!" Cheng Yan slid his Adam's apple, his whole face flushed red in the dark, and he said in fear, "You dare not..."

He didn't know whether Song Yu would dare or not, but he had to dare, but he couldn't, he couldn't be so arrogant, they were not lovers now, although they shared the same bed, it was a last resort! He had to figure out why they were lying together and why they couldn't have intimacy.

But Cheng Yan thought so, he couldn't convince himself at all that he and Song Yu didn't look like they had broken up now.

This night just made Song Yu's instinct even more powerful, and he didn't want to, but listening to the breathing of the person he liked in his ear, when hugging the person he liked, the one who could stay still is the gentleman, it's a pity, he He is not a gentleman, and his behavior of kissing Cheng Yan without consent in the middle of the night will not make him a gentleman again.

But Song Yu was meaningless.

"I don't dare?" Song Yu grabbed Cheng Yan's chin. He liked this move very much. If there was a light, it would be better if he could see the undisguised shyness and tension in his eyes. Song Yu responded in a deep voice: "I think try it?"