Chapter 103

Well, it won't be long before the school will know about their arrogant lovers.

Cheng Yan didn't want to hide it from others, but he couldn't resist kissing with such a big fanfare.

Where does he still have the heart to watch the following ball games, the whole person is caught in the embarrassment of himself, and he wants to relieve this embarrassment, but he doesn't know where to start, Song Yuzhen really threw him a big problem.

Cheng Yan sighed, there is no way, what should do? Suffering, do you stand up and resist and say no? No, you know it, although it's a bit embarrassing under so many eyes.

After the game, Song Yu wanted to go back to the dormitory to change clothes and called Cheng Yan to follow him, and Cheng Yan went.

"Have you eaten?" Song Yu asked on the way.

"I have eaten." Cheng Yan replied.

The two chatted and walked to the bedroom. Song Yu's bedroom was a four-person room, an apartment with two small rooms. The living room was neat and clean, as if someone had just cleaned it. Cheng Yan followed him in. Song Yu's roommate was not there, Cheng Yan Yan closed the door and waited for Song Yu to change.

"Sit down, I have to take a shower." Song Yu was packing his clothes, sweating profusely, he threw the wristband on the table, and Cheng Yan happened to be sitting there.

"Where's your roommate?" Cheng Yan looked around their room.

"I don't know, let's go to dinner." Song Yu said, "Wait for me for about ten minutes."

Cheng Yan said, "I won't run."

Boys take a shower very quickly, ten minutes is a long time, not counting the time to put on and undress, five minutes, or two minutes to get it done. During Song Yu's shower time, Cheng Yan was sitting at his desk with nothing to do. Yes, he sighed, and swiped his fingertips across the row of books. He looked at the titles of the books, bored, took out a book that he found interesting, and spread it out on the table.

He didn't like reading books before, he thought it was boring, he couldn't do anything while lying in front of the desk. He went to the library to find books related to textbook materials, but he didn't read prose novels. Song Yu seemed to like reading these books. Seems to be a calm person.

Cheng Yan also wanted to try it. He just read the beginning and failed. The book was not what he wanted. He was confused by a lot of similar foreign names. After turning the page, he forgot which character the long name was.

He can read the boring learning materials, but he is too lazy to read novels with storylines. It is because the purpose is different and the impact is great.

Suddenly the door slammed, and someone walked in.

Cheng Yan looked up and looked at the man, who was Song Yu's roommate. Cheng Yan greeted awkwardly, "Hello."

The roommate came in, and it was indeed going to buy food. He put the lunch box on the table, threw away the key and asked, "Are you Song Yu's target?"

Cheng Yan said dully: "Ah? Well, yes."

The roommate said, "I've seen you."

Cheng Yan was at a loss: "It seems that we are meeting for the first time."

The roommate raised his chin, and Cheng Yan followed his gesture to look over, and saw a photo in the corner of the cabinet. It was a photo of him and Song Yu. The photo taken on the bridge was framed.

"Sure enough, the photos don't show people, you look much better than the photos." The roommate told the truth, the photos are static presentations, there is always no way to show the most natural side of people, unedited photos, real people are always better than photos Be nice.

"It's okay." Cheng Yan said politely.

"Where's Song Yu?" the roommate asked.

"He's taking a shower." Cheng Yan replied, his roommate hummed, and the two fell silent.

After waiting for a while, Song Yu came out after changing his clothes, and greeted him when he saw his roommate. He wiped his hair with a towel without blowing it, and took Cheng Yan out.

"Where to?" Cheng Yan asked.

Song Yu said, "Where do you want to go?"

"Nothing in particular you want to go, you can decide."

Song Yu thought for a while, but didn't say where to go, just follow.

He took a taxi and took Cheng Yan to the arena. This is a newly opened sports center called "Arena". In fact, it is a place that integrates many games and sports. Song Yu took him to the negative first floor. This floor is a large ice skating rink.

"Skating?" Cheng Yan said, "Then you will embarrass me."

Song Yu smiled and said, "No, I'm here."

Putting on his skates, Song Yu led Cheng Yan to the middle of the ice rink. There was no other support here, only Song Yu. Cheng Yan could only hold him. There were also many beginners at the side fence, who were holding on to the fence. Moving forward a little bit, Cheng Yan was taken directly to the middle of the ice rink. His hands were tightly clasping Song Yu's arms, and Song Yu's hands were grabbing his forearms.

"Don't let go..." Cheng Yan couldn't control the direction of his feet. People have strengths and weaknesses. Cheng Yan can't work on his feet, and he rarely touches sports and games that test his strength.

"I won't let go," Song Yu frowned, and his answer was also powerful, "I won't let go even if I die, okay?"

Cheng Yan raised his head and bumped into his affectionate eyes. He really wanted to wonder if Song Yu was a sea king. His eyes were so sincere that he could act in a play. Cheng Yan embarrassed him and said, "When I say skating, you What did you say?"

"I'm talking about a lifetime." Song Yu replied in a low voice. The ice rink was so big that no one else could hear their whispers. Song Yu's voice magnetically penetrated Cheng Yan's eardrums, with an unstoppable affection.

"Then don't," Cheng Yan lowered his eyelashes and looked at the icy ground under his feet, "If your life is really in danger, you should let go or let go."

Love words should also be moderated. He doesn't like to listen to those immortal loves. Living in this realistic era, how many people have parted ways because of trivial matters? Does love that never let go even after death really exist? On TV? In a storybook? Can the romance of those literati stand the test in reality? These are all questionable.

"I can let go," Song Yu said, holding Cheng Yan's arm tightly, "Can you bear it?"

Cheng Yan raised his head: "How do you say?"

Song Yu eloquently said: "Let's talk about that time in high school, the only time we quarreled and broke up, all I thought about was whether I would die or not, and now we are still together, which proves that I accept me I might die, but I won't let you go."

That fierce quarrel is a memory that cannot be erased between them. It will always exist in the box of memory, but it will not be turned over every three days. The quarrel itself is not beautiful, but the unforgettable quarrel, no one can Memories that are easily erased.

"It wasn't because you didn't let go that time, it was because I didn't let go," Cheng Yan pursued it. "You still want to put gold on your face?"

He can remember Song Yu's attitude at that time, and he felt angry when he thought about it. Fortunately, he was still together, otherwise he would become Song Yu's number one black fan. Of course, just kidding, he was reluctant, and he couldn't listen to others saying Song Yu's disapproval. it is good.

Song Yuli was at a loss, but he could still laugh: "Yes, you chose me firmly, you gave me courage, and the credit goes to you, so I want to express my position and repay you Firmness, this way is, I will love you in a perverted way, no matter whether I will die in the future, whether my condition will improve, what kind of madness I become, what kind of savage I become, I will also tie you, tie you, Please continue to love me."

Is it scary? Such a mentality, such a speech.

No, it's not scary at all. For Cheng Yan, that is more powerful and moving than any love story.

Maybe they are the lunatics themselves. From the moment they saw each other, they jumped on them with all their hearts. They didn't want to ask about the results. They just wanted to pursue the process and the shared mind. I love you, and you give back to my process.

Song Yu found that Cheng Yan was not only strong in perseverance, but also a persevering person. When it came to liking him, he was always clear, and it was himself who was confused, and he almost lived up to his intentions.

He stopped on his feet, Cheng Yan's shoe toe hit Song Yu's toe, he heard Song Yu shout his name deeply, "Cheng Yan."

Cheng Yan raised his head, the atmosphere was just right, love words, lover, affection, listened, here, promised.

Song Yu's eyebrows and eyes were originally sharp, but the depth of love hidden in the sharpness eased a lot of sharpness. His tall nose rubbed against Cheng Yan's skin, and his warm hands raised to cover Cheng Yan's profile face. As if there was no one around, he wrapped his waist around him, stroked his hair, coaxed Cheng Yan's ear, and said something that made blood boil at night: "I want you."

Maybe that's what tonight is for?

Who can know.

Cheng Yan's forehead was against Song Yu's chin, his waist was tightly wrapped by Song Yu's hand, no one cared about who was around, they were inseparable lovers. It's like an eternity.

Cheng Yan hugged Song Yu's waist, put himself into his arms, and whispered in his arms, "I'll give it to you."

Love words are no longer enough to describe their feelings for each other, and the fiery entanglement can relieve their fiery feelings like poisoning.

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Nine o'clock at night.

The moonlight is gentle, crushed diamonds hang on the starry sky, the breeze whispers with the branches and leaves, the car whistle on the land, the figures in the room are intertwined, the curtains float slightly, as if trying to cover the shy cheeks, but it is a pity that another person completes them. looked over.

"Are you afraid?" Song Yu's hand touched his hot face, the person on the bed tilted his head, and the sheet caught in his hand showed his mood.

He didn't speak, just panted nervously.

Song Yu pressed down and kissed his neck and face lightly, like peeling a fresh banana, too soft to dare to exert force.

The coolness spread all over the body, Cheng Yan raised his head slightly, looked at the person at the foot of the bed, and asked in a trembling voice, "What?"

Song Yu raised her eyes, "Something that will make you feel better."

From the ice cellar to the stove, the height conversion makes people unable to control themselves. This summer is torturous. The hot sweat from the back falls on the bed, wets the pillows, and wets the sheets under the body.

I don't dare to think about it, don't want to dream, but unfortunately this day will come sooner or later, can't escape the past.

Sometimes lying down, sometimes being picked up, he didn't feel that any of them could relieve the tension and pain, like a few horses ramming around, not knowing the direction, until his body was broken to pieces, he could escape from the tight prison. cage.

A bird fell by the window. After being alarmed, it flapped its wings and flew into the dark night. don’t know which branch it perched on. inside.

Cheng Yan's breathing was disordered, and he couldn't find the rhythm. He was about to suffocate, but someone behind him blushed. It was commendable that he took care of the dying fish in the sea of ​​ups and downs. He raised his chin, his voice was heavy, his pupils were bright red, he leaned on Cheng Yan's shoulder, and ordered, "Puff."

Cheng Yan grasped the pillow tightly, like a drowning person, gasping for breath after he surfaced.

He grabbed Song Yure's sweaty forearm and touched the bulging blue veins, his voice trembled, with a whimpering sound, so pitiful, "Stop, stop, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."