sweet anthology

Yan Ziqi often uses his camera at home. Sometimes when Su Ming comes out to drink water, he sees him snapping the shutter of a posed still life.

Sometimes the still life is fruit, sometimes it is a cup, and sometimes it is a shoe. This day Su Ming came out and saw Yan Ziqi setting the tableware.

The table was covered with a white tablecloth, Yan Ziqi repeatedly adjusted the position of the steel fork and the plate, and the light also changed from clear to yellow.

Su Ming took advantage of the few seconds while drinking water to look at Yan Ziqi's side face, from the focused eyes to the smooth chin, to the slender and clean hands, watched him pick up the camera, and took a few shots at the tableware, Suddenly turned and faced himself!

Su Ming's pupils dilated slightly, and after realizing it, he raised his hand to cover his face: "Don't shoot me."

Yan Ziqi shook the camera: "It's already been filmed."

"Let me see." Su Ming walked beside him, his expression was uncontrollable just now, he must be dumb and ugly.

Yan Ziqi clicked on the photo album, and Su Ming met his eyes, with clear eyes and a curved mouth.

"Handsome and cute." Yan Ziqi praised.

Su Ming looked at him in the camera, feeling overwhelmed with uneasiness: Did he think Yan Ziqi was such an idiot?He's just like a young man who has a crush on his sweetheart!

"Well," Yan Ziqi uploaded the photo to the phone, "Your eyes are very talkative, I like it very much." He raised his hand and rubbed Su Ming's eyelids with his thumb, "I like it very much."

Yeah?Su Ming smiled: "I'm going to endorse."

He returned to the study as if fleeing, patted his beating heart, and muttered to himself, "Calm down."

Taking a walk every day made Su Ming relax. A week before the postgraduate entrance examination, he checked for omissions and made up for vacancies under a slight sense of nervousness.

Another round of review was over, Su Ming stretched his arms, got up and walked out of the study, Yan Ziqi was standing in front of the window, he waved to him after hearing the sound of him opening the door: "Come and see, it's snowing."

"Snowing?"

The first snow of this winter came before the postgraduate entrance examination.

Su Ming put his nose on the window: "It's snowing so hard."

Yan Ziqi made a cup of hot cocoa and handed it to him: "Don't go back tonight."

"Ah?" Su Ming was surprised.

"I said," Yan Ziqi slowed down, "stay here tonight, the snow is too heavy, don't go back."

Su Ming's mind became a mess, completely ignoring the causal relationship between Xue Dahe and returning to the dormitory: "Then where to sleep?" There is only one master bedroom, one living room, one study room, and one photography studio. I ran it smoothly, there is no guest room.

"Sleep in my bed."

"Then where do you sleep?" Su Ming blurted out.

"Yan Ziqi glanced at him: "I sleep on the sofa. "

"Oh, oh." Su Ming put down his glass, "Let's go for a walk?"

"it is good."

The snow did not stop pedestrians, but more people came to the street.

Lovers held umbrellas, and young artists wore wool caps.

Su Ming was wearing a wool cap and an umbrella, and Yan Ziqi forced him to put on half-fingered gloves before going out.

"My mother said that if you don't wear gloves, you will get frostbite." Yan Ziqi explained.

"Your mother meant girls, right?"

"Is chilblain divided into men and women?" Yan Ziqi teased him, "Your hands are white and tender, and it won't look good if you have chilblains."

"No one is watching anyway." Su Ming replied.

"It doesn't matter if no one looks at it, the key is that I will feel distressed."

Su Ming didn't answer.

Yan Ziqi suddenly pointed to the sweet potato stand on the side of the road: "Do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

The old man in the army green padded jacket smiled and shouted, "It's so sweet, it's so hot."

Su Ming picked two big ones and handed one to Yan Ziqi: "Please eat."

Yan Ziqi shook his head: "I'm holding an umbrella, it's not easy to handle."

So Su Ming peeled off half of the skin for him: "You eat with one hand."

Baked sweet potatoes are soggy and steaming, sweet and warm to the stomach.

The two walked a few hundred meters further. Christmas was approaching, and the jewelry shops on the side of the road began to dress up, pasted snowflake stickers, and hung up colorful lights.

"Peel it for me." Yan Ziqi ate half of the sweet potato, and the second half was still unpeeled.

Su Ming took it, looked left and right, and felt that it was difficult to handle after peeling: "Let me dig it out with a spoon and eat it for you. Did he give you a spoon?"

"No."

"Then do you mind using mine?" Su Ming took out the spoon stuck on his own sweet potato.

The corner of Yan Ziqi's mouth curled up: "I don't mind."

Su Ming looked at the spoon that was stained with his own sweet potato, and with a cruel heart, he dug a full spoon and handed it to Yan Ziqi's mouth: "Go back after eating."

Yan Ziqi slowly fed half of the sweet potatoes, and raised his eyebrows: "This half of sweet potatoes is much sweeter than the first half."

Su Ming threw away the residue: "Go back."

When Su Ming came out of the shower, Yan Ziqi was hugging the quilt and pillow on the sofa.

He hesitated for a while, then said, "Why don't you sleep with me."

Yan Ziqi looked at him.

"Anyway, we are all boys anyway, it's okay." Su Ming added.

Yan Ziqi took a deep look at him, bent over to straighten the quilt: "No, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

"Oh……"

Su Ming stood at the door of the master bedroom, Yan Ziqi passed by him, went into the room to get his pajamas, stopped beside him when he came out, and said, "No rush."

Yan Ziqi put his hand on top of Su Ming's head and rubbed it a few times: "Good night, go to bed early."

One o'clock in the middle of the night.

The phone on the coffee table turned on.

Yan Ziqi opened it, it was a WeChat from France.

"Senior, I'll be back next month!"

"I can finally chase him!"

"I must catch him this time!"

"I'll contact my senior when I return home."

"Senior, should you sleep? Haha, good night."

Yan Ziqi didn't return, he got up and quietly opened the door of the master bedroom, and walked in.

Su Ming kicked off the quilt, exposing his feet.Yan Ziqi covered him up, knelt down and poked his nose.

Su Ming didn't respond.

Yan Ziqi leaned over gently, and kissed the tip of Su Ming's nose: "Good night."

Good night, my little cutie.

The author has something to say: Gouxuewen [laughs]

I'm pretty evil lately haha