there is a summer breeze

Qing Song was awakened by the sound of oil pouring into the pan.

He immediately sat up vigilantly, thinking that a thief had entered the house, and suddenly thought of what happened to Lan Tian yesterday.

I... am I not dreaming...

"Ding." The microwave oven turned on.

Qing Song threw off the quilt and quickly got out of bed, and walked into the kitchen with messy black hair.

The boy who was frying eggs was standing in front of him.

"Get up, big slob." Lan Tian smiled back at him.

The morning sun, like a half-cooked egg yolk, is round and far away, softening the wind and clouds in the morning and softening the bright smile on the face.

Qing Song hugged him in his arms.

Slow down, time slows down.Let him be mine forever.

"Hey, the candy eggs are almost done." Lan Tian's voice was smiling.

Qing Song reluctantly let go of both arms, put his chin on his left shoulder, looked at Lan Tian's face, then at the shiny egg, and finally quickly stole a kiss on his face.

"Your head is really heavy." Lan Tian held the plate with two sets of eggs in one hand, and tapped his loose forehead with the index finger of the other hand.

Qing Song deliberately pressed down hard: "How about this?" Although his jaw hurt from the pain, he was happy.

"My shoulders are going to be crushed by you, big bear." Lan Tian smiled, "Look at your messy hair, go and tidy it up."

"You do it for me."

"Do you want me to help you pour water, squeeze toothpaste, and wipe your face with a towel?"

"Okay, go, I'll wait for you."

The blue angel rubbed his face vigorously, and said with a smile: "See, I can do it for you."

The sparrows on the branches sing softly, while the bright red roses and butterflies dance and bees stay.A blue sky, with a few white clouds.

"Aren't you going to school today?" Lan Tian hugged a glass bowl full of fruit, and looked at Qing Song who was still swipe at his phone.

A certain challenger on TV succeeded in the challenge, the host blushed with excitement, and the bgm burst of cheers and strong rhythmic music.

Qing Song changed his posture, rested his head on Lan Tian's lap, and lazily said, "I don't want to go."

"Then call Lao Ban, don't let him worry." Lan Tian fed him a mouthful of grapes.

Qing Song intentionally bit his finger lightly and licked it.

"It's all saliva." Lan Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Why, you despise me." Qing Song raised his eyes, his eyes sparkling, "It's not like I haven't drool before."

Lan Tian had a blushing look on his face, and covered Qing Song's eyes with his hands, a little shy.

"Call the teacher in charge!"

"I can't see you covering my eyes."

Lan Tian took his hand away, but stopped looking at him, pretending to concentrate on watching TV.

Qing Song stared at him like that, as if he was the only one in the world.

He is still with me.

He is not dead.

Qing Song wanted to stay quietly like this until the end of time.

God, if this is a dream, please let me die in this dream and never wake up.

"What are you looking at, call quickly!"

"Okay, isn't this what you're looking for... Aren't you watching TV, how do you know I'm watching you?"

"... Yu Guang, Yu Guang!"

Qing Song laughed out loud.

"Hmph, only pigs laugh."

"I'm a pig, so why don't you change your surname to Gao?"

In response to him, Lan Tian punched him in the stomach.

Wrinkle a lake of spring water, the breeze that belongs to freedom is never restrained.

Qing Song lay on Lan Tian's lap, put the phone to his ear, and Lan Tian silently turned down the volume of the TV.

"Hello, Teacher Song." Qing Song half-blocked his nostrils with his index finger, making himself make a more natural nasal sound, "I had a fever last night, and I just got an injection. I feel very uncomfortable now, and I want to ask for a day off." He tried his best to let His tone was tired.

Lan Tian casually plucked Qing Song's bangs, pursing his lips and smiling.

"Ah... oh... okay, thank you, teacher, goodbye, teacher." Qing Song glanced at Lan Tian with a look of embarrassment, turned off the phone and opened his mouth: "Hey me."

Lan Tian put the glass bowl by his hand: "Take it yourself."

"No hands."

"Use your feet."

"No feet."

"Use your mouth."

"No...well, I have a mouth."

Lan Tian chuckled, Qing Song couldn't help but put his arms around his head, and put his lips together.

After the kiss, Qing Song looked at Lan Tian, ​​and said in a low voice, "My mouth is specially used to kiss you."

Lan Tian pushed his head aside: "It is said that your head is dead, and my legs are numb."

But the hotness and blush on his face will not lie.

They stayed at home all day, watched the anime that Lan Tian wanted to watch for a long time, played horror games together, cooked dark cooking together (too hard to swallow, and finally ordered takeaway), and finally the two began to compete with each other for their high pitch get the highest.

Turn on the phone, it's already dinner time, and the smell of sweet and sour pork ribs made by someone downstairs wafts out of the window.

Qing Song patted Lan Tian's elastic buttocks, and suggested hoarsely, "What do you want to eat?"

Lan Tian lying on the sofa smiled and said, "Sweet and sour pork ribs."

Qing Song got up: "Let's go, ask downstairs for order, just say that my little pig is hungry and wants to eat ribs."

Seeing that he really went to the porch to change his shoes, Lan Tian hurriedly stopped him with a smile: "Hey, are you really going?"

Qing Song, who was tying his shoelaces, raised his head and winked at him: "For you, I can do anything."

"It's disgusting." Lan Tian rubbed her goosebumps, "Don't go, they might cook just enough for their family. Let's go out and eat something else."

"Hmm... that's fine." Qing Song nodded.

Lan Tian stretched and got up from the sofa: "Wait for me to go to the bathroom first."

Just after taking off his pants, a fluffy head appeared at the door: "Little brother, do you want me to help you?"

"Get rolling." Lan Tian scolded with a smile.

Qing Song dragged Lan Tian to the restaurant, Lan Tian shook his head: "If you are really rich, the proletariat should stop being brave."

Qing Song looked proud: "You don't understand that, money is worth spending on someone I like."

"Don't cry at the end of the month." Lan Tian teased.

"Then we can be considered husband and wife."

Lan Tian hammered his chest once, and Qing Song just smiled foolishly.

"How many are there?" asked the proprietress who was looking at the computer at the counter.

Qing Song said: "You two. Is there a private room?"

"Yes, inside." The proprietress came out from the counter and pointed to the small corridor on one side.

Handed over the menu, the proprietress recommended: "Pine nut corn and beef soup are both good."

"Hmm... sweet and sour pork ribs, corn with pine nuts, two bowls of rice, and a bowl of pear and white fungus porridge."

Lan Tian hurriedly tugged Qing Song: "There are too many, I can't finish it."

Qing Song took out his mobile phone and wrote on the notepad: You can't finish eating, why don't you still have me.

"anything else?"

"No, that's all."

"Wait a minute." The proprietress put away her things and went out.

Lan Tian didn't look very happy, Qing Song leaned over and said softly: "What are you doing, you're so ugly with your drooping face."

Lan Tian blamed himself and said, "You really don't need to take me out to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, I just said it casually."

"I don't care if you said it casually, anyway, I heard it and paid attention to it, so I have to let you eat it." Qing Song's voice became tyrannical.

Lan Tian was both happy and distressed at the same time, he couldn't live without money, if Qing Song was allowed to spend like this without restraint, sometimes he would cry.

Qing Song seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, hugged him, rubbed his head, and said softly: "Don't worry, my parents have taken on another big project, and now the money they give me every month Directly doubled, there is no way to spend it all."

"Then you can't use it indiscriminately, too much money is not a good thing." Lan Tian lightly bit his neck.

"I see... Hey, you are a dog."

"Humph."

When leaving the restaurant, the proprietress, who couldn't see the blue sky, looked at Qing Song's back and sighed inwardly: This young man has been released as a pigeon, right...

Pushing open the door of the private room, eating on the table was very clean, the proprietress couldn't help sighing again: young, that's good.

The sky was dark, just in time for the street lights to turn on one after another, and the two of them were suddenly immersed in the soft golden light.

In order to chat with Lan Tian, ​​Qing Song pretends to be on the phone, which makes Lan Tian want to laugh.

"So stupid."

"How can you be stupid." Qing Song wanted to scratch Lan Tian's nose, but after thinking about it, he held back.

The front and rear lights make Qingsong's shadows intertwine, one moment in front and another behind.But there is no shadow in the blue sky.

"Why can Qing Song see me, but others can't..." Lan Tian's voice could not hear happiness or sadness.

"Probably... because you want me to see it." Qing Song didn't know how to answer.

"Since it's me, I hope Qing Song can see me..." Lan Tian pursed his lips lightly, and looked down at his light gray sneakers, "Where is my mother... Can she see me?"

Lan Tian raised his face, eyes full of tears, filled with an unspeakable sadness and expectation.

The wind at night can't beat the temperature of the sun during the day, soft and cool, soft and soft, whispering the moonlight, humming the lullaby of childhood.

Qing Song stared at Lan Tian's eyes seriously, and said in a resolute tone he had never had before: "Yes, definitely."

He doesn't say nice words to comfort people, he just holds Lan Tian's hand quietly.

The author has something to say:

Lan Tian: Qing Song is going to have a serious class tomorrow.

Qing Song: Can't hear clearly, can't hear clearly, can't hear clearly.

Lan Tian: I said you tomorrow...

Qing Song: Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen.

Blue sky: ...