you are the minutiae of the world

Qin Liang has had a lot of dreams recently, and he doesn't know why, but no matter what kind of dream it is, it doesn't seem to affect him, at least Mu Song didn't see it.

But Qin Liang did have some changes.

When the two got along, Mu Song found that Qin Liang had taken the initiative.

Just like now, after Assistant Su reported the things at work, he asked: "Mr. Qin called today and asked what time you will go back today."

It is to ask what time to go back, not whether to go back.Mu Song tapped his fingers on the table and smiled: "Go back after get off work if you have nothing to do, you can buy a bunch of flowers by the way, you can do whatever you want."

Assistant Su went out in response.

Opening the door, Qin Liang really stood at the door waiting for him to get off work. Mu Song handed him the yellow rose in his hand. Qin Liang tiptoed happily and kissed him on the cheek. flower?"

"You like that?" Mu Song entered the room with Qin Liang half in his arms.

"Well, I like that," Qin Liang said.

"That flower is not as good-looking as this one," Mu Song said in a joking tone, "How wonderful is this flower, the protagonist."

"I think it looks pretty," Qin Liang came out of Mu Song's arms, just as his aunt brought the vase for him, Qin Liang lowered his head and carefully took out the flowers one by one and put them into the vase, although he said he liked it more The sky full of stars last time, but as long as they are sent by Mu Song, he will carefully arrange them.

Mu Song didn't quarrel with Qin Liang on this issue. He went upstairs and changed his clothes and came down. The dinner was ready, and the two of them sat together to eat, as usual, eating quietly, hardly chatting.

But today there are some exceptions.

"Have you gotten a little fatter recently?" Mu Song glanced at Qin Liang's face during the interval between refills. Qin Liang's chin used to be pointed, but now it has become rounder: "I also eat more vegetables."

Qin Liang lowered his head and blew on the hot soup. Hearing this, he looked up at Mu Song blankly, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, as if he had gained weight, but he didn't even notice these changes.

Anyway, this feeling of being noticed is not bad, Qin Liang said with a smile: "It seems to be, fat."

"It's good, you look better when you're fatter, you were too thin before," Mu Song conveniently picked up a shrimp ball for Qin Liang, and wanted to put it in his bowl, but there was soup in the bowl, he was hesitating whether to take it back Chopsticks, Qin Liang bowed his head, biting the shrimp balls on Mu Song's chopsticks with his teeth, Mu Song loosened his finger, Qin Liang put it in his mouth, and smiled sweetly at Mu Song with puffed cheeks.

After eating a meal, it made people's heart throb.

Mu Song is in a good mood.

After dinner, the weather was still early, Qin Liang lay on the balcony and looked at the residents walking in the downstairs community, then turned to Mu Song and asked, "Shall we go down for a walk?"

There is nothing wrong, Mu Song agreed: "Okay."

It's late autumn, it's almost winter, the air is dry and cold, with the wind that is unique to northern weather, Mu Song wears a cashmere coat, but he doesn't wear a scarf, the wind blows into his neck, it's a bit cold, while Qin Liang wears a lot of down jackets The scarf, already a standard winter accessory, looked very warm. When he turned his head and saw the wind blowing Mu Song's hair, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Mu Song asked.

Qin Liang pulled out his cashmere scarf from his clothes, raised his hand, and carefully wrapped it around Mu Song's neck. The scarf with Qin Liang's body temperature was wrapped around his neck, preventing the wind from continuing to take away the sweat on his neck. Temperature, Qin Liang helped him surround him so thickly, his chin was slightly lowered, and he felt the same super soft touch as his neck, and his breath was the scent of grass and trees that his aunt used to smoke his clothes.

Obviously the incense is a familiar one, and he has worn a scarf softer than this before, but at this moment he feels very moved. Mu Song suddenly smiled, lowered his head, and saw the slightly drooping eyelashes of the person in front of him, with a serious look and a clumsy look. As he moved, a sentence suddenly popped up in Mu Song's mind, a fact that he had ignored for a long time - this person is Qin Liang, and his name is Qin Liang.

Probably because the cashmere scarf was too warm, it immediately warmed my heart, Mu Song stretched out his hand and hugged him before he had time to think.

Qin Liang suddenly fell into a cold embrace.

"Are you a bit cold?" Qin Liang thought for a while in Mu Song's arms and said, "I didn't expect the weather to be so cold. It's not like this during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I should remind you to wear more clothes."

"It's because you're too nerdy," Mu Song said with a good mood, smiling, "It's far away from the Mid-Autumn Festival now, and it's almost winter."

"Ah..." Qin Liang made a meaningless sound, leaned his head on Mu Song's shoulder, and rubbed it: "It's been so long."

They hugged for a long time by the lake in the community. It was getting dark soon, and it was not just the two of them who were walking. There would always be residents of the community passing by them. It was a novelty for two men to hug each other. Many, maybe because of the darkness, Mu Song and Qin Liang didn't feel any malice about it, maybe it's because they have become more tolerant of this kind of love in recent years. Yes, but it doesn't matter even if it's a malicious look, Mu Song never cared about these looks, and he took care of the boy and didn't deliberately hide it from anyone, including his family, and the Mu family knew about liking men.

And Qin Liang didn't care about others at all.

Mu Song never thought that one day a hug in the cold wind would almost give him the urge to indulge in it. That night, after they were done, Mu Song didn't leave immediately. He looked sideways and fell asleep on the pillow. Qin Liang, who was reading it, was thoughtful.

The next day Mu Song was resting at home, Mu Song was sitting on the sofa answering emails, when he heard Qin Liang running down the stairs, came down, and showed Mu Song a brochure in his hand.

"What is this?" Mu Song was curious.

"Take a look first," Qin Liang knelt beside Mu Song, leaning his head on the armrest of the sofa, and urged, "You'll know it after you see it."

Mu Song opened it up like a stream of kindness.

"One hundred things that couples should do?" Mu Song read the title page of the booklet and smiled: "Do you want me to do it with you?"

"Yeah," Qin Liang changed his posture, put his chin on the sofa, and looked up at Mu Song: "I don't know how to fall in love. During this time, I watched a lot of videos, checked a lot of websites, and then bought this. Comments Said that when we have done all these things, we will never be separated again for the rest of our lives."

If a real couple receives such a gift, they may be moved because of the meaning and sense of ceremony included in it, but Mu Song only thinks this is a love game. He is very busy, has limited energy, and is busy with work. He doesn't really want to cooperate with Qin Liang to play such a childish game, can he be inseparable for the rest of his life?Such naive words can only deceive a naive person like Qin Liang.

The word of refusal was on the lips, but when he met his expectant gaze, it was replaced by yes.

Mu Song said, "Okay, let's do it together."

"The first thing a couple should do," Qin Liang received Mu Song's affirmative answer. He was very happy. He straightened up and leaned into Mu Song's arms, and turned to the first page: "The first thing is to raise the baby together." A pet..." With pursed lips, Qin Liang said, "What to do, we can't finish the first thing." He took out a pen from his pocket, and drew in the frame behind this thing. He made a cross, and Mu Song was stunned by the speed of the action. The person who just said that he was going to finish it just made a cross...

"If you don't like it, don't do it," Qin Liang said with a smile, "It's okay, we still have 99 things to do, and if we finish it, we still have half our life left."

Mu Song didn't know what to say, so he reached out and rubbed his head, the hair was soft and comfortable to rub.

The winter in City H is the same every year, with endless heavy snowfall, the time is shrouded in snow, and it is the twelfth lunar month.

The one hundred things couples should do in that book only did more than a dozen simple ones, such as shopping in the supermarket together, watching movies together, eating together, etc., and such trivial things as running wildly in the rain together, dressing each other up as Don't say Mu Song doesn't want to talk about the opposite sex, even Qin Liang can't understand it.

But the source of the sense of ritual in life will make people always look forward to this special time tomorrow. Although Mu Song is still very busy and often does not think of accomplishing a hundred things with himself, he occasionally brings home after work. The bouquet of flowers and the careless warmth given to Qin Liang are enough to move Qin Liang.

He doesn't know what happiness is, but sometimes he thinks, maybe this is it.

A few days before the Laba Festival, after asking Mu Song for leave, the aunt told Qin Liang that she would not come to cook because she wanted to be with her family during the Laba Festival.

At that time, Qin Liang was learning to cook with his aunt in the kitchen. Before that, he had been learning how to cook from his aunt, and begged his aunt not to tell Mu Song. He said it was a surprise.

"Do you want to spend Laba Festival with your family?" Qin Liang asked his aunt calmly, standing by the sink picking vegetables.

"Yes, eat Laba porridge on Laba Festival, eat a delicious meal with your family, and pray for God to bless your family safe and healthy," the aunt said with a smile: "It is the last festival of the year except New Year's Eve. "

Qin Liang's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is Laba porridge difficult?"

"Mr. Qin, do you want to learn?" Auntie thought for a while, with a gentle smile on her kind face: "It's not difficult, it's very simple, as long as there are enough ingredients, I'll teach you."

Qin Liang nodded, full of interest.

On the day of Laba Festival, Qin Liang sent Mu Song out. After Mu Song changed his shoes, they hugged as usual. Qin Liang buried his head in Mu Song's chest and said, "I want to come back early today."

"Any surprises?" Mu Song could see the expectation on Qin Liang's face, and he asked with a smile.

"Will you be back early today?" Qin Liang didn't say anything, but just repeated this sentence.

"Aren't you going to tell me? Then what should I prepare when I come back at night?" Mu Song joked.

"Come back early today." Qin Liang said it for the third time, Mu Song shook his head and said, "If it's okay, I'll come back early."

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