The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

It was cloudy at midnight on July 2019, 02

such a shallow wound

but more and more difficult

In the middle of the night, Wanjia sleeps.

Hokuriku was completely sleepless.

The wall lamp on the bedroom wall made the room dim, leaving only a circle of light and shadow on the wall.

There is a circular light tube, but there is a wooden platform in the dark place in the center, and a Nobita is lying quietly on it.

He crossed his legs leisurely, and put his left hand behind his head casually.

It seems to be waiting for Doraemon.

It was so quiet that I don't know how long I waited.

Hokuriku thought that this designer might also have a story.

Hokuriku lay flat on the soft bed, he only took up a small half of the bed.

And mostly just a lone fluffy pillow.

Most of the newly replaced, ironed quilt covers were still flat.

There seemed to be nothing on the pillowcase, and the residual smell of laundry detergent slipped into Hokuriku's nostrils cunningly from time to time.

It smells the same as Yan He's body.

Fresh and clean.

In the evening, Ms. Zhao called several times to urge Yanhe to go home for dinner, but Yanhe refused impatiently.On the contrary, it was Xu Lai's phone call that made him a little bit happy.

He put Hokuriku to bed early and left him a lamp.

Just stay in the game hall by yourself, and go to fight with Xu Lai.

From time to time, Yanhe's violent roar came from outside.

"Boss Xu, aren't you a RMB player? Why didn't you have enough money tonight? It's so miserable to be hanged by others."

Xu Lai didn't know what to say on the other end, Yan He slapped the table angrily.

"You bastard, don't you think that all you have is the soup base of the hot pot?"

Bei Lu guessed that he and Xu Lai were on the game again.

Xu Lai was scolded badly by him again.

However, Xu Lai should be used to it.

The way the two of them get along is nothing more than you scolding me and scolding you, and then they are still good brothers.

Hokuriku was bored in the bedroom listening to the movement outside.

He couldn't lie down or fall asleep, so he put on a thick coat and wanted to go to the living room to get a glass of water.

He dragged his slippers and slid across the wooden floor with a slight muffled sound. When he got up, he exerted a little effort, and the wound was a little stretched. He put one arm into the sleeve, and the other tried his best Hugging her chest, the coat hangs loosely on her shoulders.

"Cough cough" He bent down slightly, put a fist on his lips, and coughed slowly while holding his breath.

He opened the bedroom door, and the bright light from outside came in.

He subconsciously squinted his eyes.

After he got used to it, he followed the voice and saw Yan He whose back was facing him.

He wore headphones in both ears, and squatted barefoot on a chair.The game characters on the computer kept moving, and his knuckle-boned and slightly rough hands were typing on the keyboard, making loud noises in the quiet living room.

He took a quick shower just now, and his hair hasn't been dried yet, and the dry towels for wiping his hair are still hanging around his neck, one long and one short.

And the two slippers were thrown one by one by him.In the originally tidy living room, his changed clothes were scattered.

The night is as cool and thin as water.

The monitor's warm-toned light outlines Yan He's firm jawline.

Hokuriku leaned against the door frame, looking at him silently.

Listening to the movement, imagine the rich expression on Yan He's face at this time.

His eyebrows, which must have been heroic, were twisted together, and his normally dark eyes seemed to burst into flames.The corners of the mouth, which always had a wild and smirk, were almost at the most awkward angle at this time.

In Kyoto, Hokuriku would often draw Yan He's face over and over again in his mind.

Sometimes when he was reading in the library, watching Yan He's shadow would dance on the pages of the book, and the serene smell of the book was mixed with his joy.

Sometimes he was walking on the school's tree-lined avenue, walking like a tree shadow in summer, always giving him shade and coolness, even the hot and dry air seemed to be taken away by him.

But the words at that time were not as vivid and real as the one in front of him who was swearing.

Then Hokuriku couldn't move his eyes.

I don't know how long I stood there, maybe because of the cold in the middle of the night, Hokuriku couldn't help but coughed intermittently in a low voice.

He turned away from his body as much as possible, turned sideways, and made the smallest sound.

But Yanhe still heard it.

During the game, the sound of the music changed, so he took off his earphones.

Turning his head, his frowning eyebrows were still unfurled.Seeing Hokuriku standing there for an unknown amount of time, he was covered in cold air and coughed non-stop.

With a whoosh, he stepped off the chair barefoot.

In two steps, he rushed to Hokuriku.

Grabbing Hokuriku's icy hand, he said angrily, "You're going to die standing here in the middle of the night!"

Yanhe's slightly rough thumb pad covered the back of Beilu's cool hand, and he rubbed unconsciously. The warm touch, like a fine electric current, rushed to the tip of his heart.

His heart suddenly lost its rhythm.

Silently jumping wildly.

He looked down at Yan He's bare feet.

The living room is not like a room, it is paved with cold marble floor tiles, even if there is floor heating, ordinary people with bare feet in the middle of the night can't bear it.

"It's cold on the ground." Hokuriku stabilized his heartbeat.

Yan He let go of his hand, and hopped around looking for shoes.

"You know cool. I thought you didn't know?" Yan He found his two shoes on the sofa, put them on quickly, and replied angrily.

Picking up the thick blanket on the sofa again, he strode up to Hokuriku and wrapped him up.

A long arm pulled over Hokuriku's head.

Bei Lu's breath stagnates, Yan He's slightly thick and sexy lips and teeth are in his eyes.

Beilu was about the same height as Yanhe, but Yanhe was born with a big frame, so he looked much stronger than Beilu.

Yan He stood on tiptoe, and the blanket went around behind Bei Lu.

The tip of his tall nose slightly passed over Hokuriku's face.

Hokuriku froze there.

His rationality told him that he should resist, but he was always reluctant in his heart.

He greedily enjoyed this moment of tenderness.

There was like a crater in his heart, bubbling all the time.

There will be a day when there will be no redemption.

Fortunately, Yan He just wrapped him in a blanket and let go of his hands.

"This is how you abused yourself these past few years." Yan He continued to tease him.

Hokuriku went to the living room and poured himself a cup of hot water. His hand holding the glass seemed to still have residual warmth from his fingertips.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Hearing this, Yanhe's mouth immediately changed into an inexplicable smile, "So you were waiting for me...to sleep!"

He deliberately lengthened the sentence, and specially emphasized the last two words.

He looked at Hokuriku with a smirk.

Hokuriku picked up the water glass and took a sip, then put the water glass back to its original place.

He didn't answer either.

He went back to the house alone.

Only Yan He knew that Bei Lu still looked calm, and there was no mood swing.

But the hand he was holding the glass of water was shaking just now.

Hokuriku was lying on the quilt with no heat, his feet were still cold.

His physique has been cold since he was a child, and his limbs can't always be warmed up.

In winter, hands are cold and feet are cold.

His mother didn't keep up with the nutrition when she was pregnant with him, she was born prematurely when she was born, and the conditions for raising him were even more difficult.

But Hokuriku never blamed her.

Such a beautiful and proud person like her made herself into that ordinary appearance for him.

He was always grateful in his heart.

Yan Hegang suddenly fell behind in the game, and hadn't had time to talk to Xu.

Xu Lai's urgent call came.

"I said, my good brother, are you rushing to Wenrou Township? Do you know how much I have lost?"

"Can you give me a preview next time?"

Xu Lai was almost hanging by a rope on the other end.

On Yanhe's side, he was calm and relaxed.

"Your brother and I won't be with you anymore, someone is waiting for me to sleep." He said while looking at the bedroom door.

He deliberately made Hokuriku uncomfortable.

"Woc!" Xu Lai cursed.

Yan He cut off the phone before he finished cursing.

Hokuriku also had a headache listening to their conversation in the bedroom.

Xu Lai's voice was simply too loud.

Still as broken as ever.Across the corridor of the living room and the door of the bedroom, the high-pitched voice could be heard clearly, without uttering a single word.

That ruffian Yan He was just as ruffian as ever.There is always something wrong with what you say.Like a soft punch hitting Hokuriku's heart.

Can't even refute.

Yan He's footsteps were getting closer.

Hokuriku's heartbeat is also getting faster and faster.

He curled up on one side, leaving a large space for him.

Yan He quickly lifted the quilt, and the heat that finally gathered on Bei Lu's back escaped a lot following his movements.

The back is chilly.

Within seconds, the bed behind him sank in.

A warm body got into the quilt.

A gust of hot air rushed towards Hokuriku.

Hokuriku's back straightened, and he moved to the edge of the bed, leaving a big gap between the two of them.

Yan He saw that he moved farther and farther awkwardly, and almost got under the bed.

As if he was a scourge.

Avoid it.

He simply stretched his feet directly from the bed to Hokuriku's curled up feet.

With a force, he hooked his ice-like feet over.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pulled his body, which almost fell off the bed, to the middle.

There was a bang in Hokuriku's head, as if fireworks exploded in his mind.

The dull objects in the room seemed to be dazzling in an instant.

Make him spin around.

Yan He's warm breath was on his neck.

softly.

again and again.

Crispy and fluffy.

Has Yanhe's unique breath.

The pulsation in Bei Lu's neck kept coming and going, as if the thin white skin was about to burst open in the next second.

Yan He's hot feet pressed against his cold soles.It was as if he had suddenly arrived from the freezing season. In the scorching summer, the ice all over his body was slowly melting.

This process is long and long.

The result was joy and hesitation.

He rejoices that the sparkling jade flows like gold like fire, with time passing by.

He wondered if he would fall into the loneliness of that year's end of the year.

Yan He knew that his body hadn't recovered yet, and his hands were not too strong.

Without paying attention, Hokuriku's straight upper body moved slightly to the other side.

After finally waiting for his breathing to stabilize, he opened his mouth slowly, but a word that was irrelevant came out.

"The light in your living room is on."

"Hey hey hey." The dim yellow wall lamp on the wall had limited light, Yan He's handsome facial features were buried in the dark night, but the laughing sound was revealed in the whole bedroom.

He whispered with a smile.

"The light left for you."