The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

One of the consequences of suddenly becoming so heavy in the body is that You Qi can sleep. Song Yun started to sleep at [-] o'clock in the evening until he was woken up by the biological clock the next morning. Shi finally felt the long-lost "refreshing".

Then he heard a slight noise in the room, followed by the rustling of the closet door.

Song Yun's brain tightened, and he turned and sat up from the bed.

However, before he jumped out of the bed, he heard Yin Huai's voice from outside commenting unhurriedly: "I woke up on time."

The tense muscles on Song Yun's body immediately relaxed.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face, said "um", sat on the edge of the bed to calm down, just in time to see the water glass on the bedside table.Song Yun hesitated for two seconds, and finally took a tentative sip.

Nothing happens.

Then Song Yun took another sip.

"..."

Facts have proved that the physical damage caused by the yellow spring water cannot be easily survived by him sleeping for two days.

The cold air follows the trajectory of the water flow, falls from the throat to the esophagus and then slides to the stomach, and then spreads out rapidly like an exploded bomb, and reaches all parts of the body through the seven meridians and eight channels.

For a moment, Song Yun felt that every breath in his mouth and nose exuded a cold air.

But compared to yesterday's chill that almost made his hands and feet go numb, today is much better.In addition, he also has a memory, but he just took a small sip tentatively, the cold came and went quickly, and after a few shivering, it was considered to be over.

Song Yun looked down at the goosebumps on his arms, rubbed them, and then put on his shoes and walked out of the bedroom.

Yin Huai was leisurely sitting on the sofa in the living room flipping through the book he hadn't finished, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and glanced at him: "After washing, come out and eat, baby."

A sentence was spoken so naturally and smoothly that Song Yun's ears felt hot.

Song Yun answered vaguely, turned around and walked a few steps into the bathroom unnaturally.

After washing up, the person became more sober. Song Yun sat down at the table, looked at the food and soup on the table, and suddenly realized that he didn't even say thank you after drinking the porridge made by Yin Huai in a daze last night. .

"..." Song Yun couldn't hold back, looked at the dishes on the table, hesitated, and asked tentatively, "...you did it?"

Yin Huai couldn't help laughing at the cautious expression on his face as if he was going to clear mines, raised his eyebrows, and asked him: "Is the thing I made so scary?"

"No, no..." Song Yun quickly shook his head.

Yin Huai rolled his eyes, bent his eyes, and continued to ask him: "Is that delicious? Does it suit your appetite?"

Song Yun hurriedly nodded in cooperation: "It's delicious...it suits your appetite..."

Yin Huai was very satisfied with this, and stopped teasing him, pointing to the porridge in front of Song Yun with a smile: "Only this is, the others are bought, don't have too much psychological pressure."

Song Yun looked at the table in front of Yin Huai, which was as clean as yesterday, and cleared his throat unnaturally: "Cough, after you're done, don't move the spoon and watch me eat. I don't seem to be burdened." ?”

"Then there is no other way," Yin Huai looked at him with a smile, "I can do anything else, but this bowl of porridge can't be eaten with you."

Song Yun blinked: "Why?"

Yin Huai answered him unhurriedly: "Because there are some other condiments added in it, it is more difficult to find, and it can't stand to be shared between two people." He said, got up and took out another pair of chopsticks from the closet, and put them in the cupboard. Song Yun sat down across from each other, and said with a smile, "But if you want me to have dinner with you, you can tell me clearly."

"..."

Song Yun had a meal full of distractions, half of which was lamenting Yin Huai's craftsmanship, and the other half was thinking that Yin Huai could be said to be a tea-serving-level taker these days, the more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry.

After the two of them finished their meal, Song Yun was still holding a spoon in his hand and sat in a very cramped distance, hesitating a few times but still didn't know how to speak.

Yin Huai sat across from him and looked at his red and white face with great interest: "What do you want to say?"

Song Yun originally weighed a sentence back and forth in his heart and didn't know how to say it, but when he asked him this way, his mind suddenly got stuck, and all the belly drafts he had just typed up disappeared.

Song Yun raised his eyes and glanced at the person opposite, smashed the jar, coughed and turned his eyes away, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Yin Huai raised his eyebrows and leaned closer, with a teasing look in his eyes, so that he could wait for him to speak leisurely.

"..." Song Yun blushed, pursed his lips, and said awkwardly, "Thank you for coming to take care of me these days."

"After all, my little partner has soaked in the water of the underworld. Do I still have to stand by and watch with peace of mind?" Yin Huai seemed to be in a very good mood, and sat across from him without moving, looking at him with a smile.

The dining table was quiet for a few seconds, Song Yun managed to recover from Yin Huai's gaze, hurriedly lowered his head to avoid his sight, and began to clean up the dishes in front of him, trying to change the subject: "— —Did you ignore the Nine-Eyed Yellow Spring that that person said earlier? "

Yin Huai on the other side clicked his tongue: "You haven't cleared up the cold poison in your body yet, where did you get so much carelessness?"

After he finished speaking, he paused, stretched out his hand and slowly packed the things in front of him, and said casually, "I've already told the bureau, they will send someone to watch."

"Do we need to go there?" Song Yun asked naturally after hearing what he said.

"No need," Yin Huai answered simply and neatly, raising his eyebrows to look at him: "If a dozen of them go in, they won't be able to do a good job. Everything depends on me. What else does the bureau need them for?"

"You haven't taken care of yourself yet, what are you doing thinking about these messy things every day?" Yin Huai said as he stood up and put away a few dishes on the table.

"No, no, no, no! I—" Song Yun didn't say "Come" before feeling someone pressing on his shoulder.

He turned his face suddenly, almost colliding with Yin Huai who was close at hand.

Song Yun's breathing tightened suddenly, but for some reason, his focus was on the slightly upturned eyes of the man in front of him, and his thoughts were all messed up.

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Yin Huai smiled, hooked his chin, got up unhurriedly and opened the distance between the two, and then continued to add the next three words: "Baby."

These three words instantly brought out the memories of yesterday, and suddenly there was a different ambiguous effect from before. Not only did the heart beat faster, Song Yun felt as if something in his heart was attracted by these three words at once. Burned, a strange heat began to climb rapidly from the neck.

Song Yun jumped up from his seat in an instant, and snatched the dishes from Yin Huai's hand: "I, I, I, I will just come—"

Yin Huai turned his head and watched him quickly get into the kitchen, but even with his back turned, Song Yun's Yinhong ears were obviously not something that could be blocked by this posture.

A smile flashed across Yin Huai's eyes, he turned around and took two steps forward, leaning against the kitchen door with his arms folded to look at him, and said with a smile, "You're so excited even if you're going to wash the dishes for you?"

The heat on Song Yun's face hadn't gone down yet. Although he heard Yin Huai's voice, he still turned his back and didn't move. Now that he heard him speak, he coughed unnaturally: "You cooked the rice too, I don't do anything Don't you feel uneasy?"

Hearing what he said, Yin Huai thought about it seriously, and then replied solemnly: "The future will be long, you'd better get used to it."

In fact, when he said this, Song Yun was in a trance and didn't understand the meaning well, but when he opened his eyes for three days in a row, he could see Youya Youzai sitting on the sofa in the living room with Yin Huai with him. Song Yun didn't feel like he had understood a little until the three meals in the morning, lunch and evening were not repeated.

In addition to stretching out your hands to eat and opening your mouth with a very nervous mood, another layer of feeling that you can see Yin Huai as soon as you open your eyes is that a wall between two houses exists in name only—"living under the same roof" has become A very subtle experience.

So much so that today Song Yun didn't see the figure of the man when he opened his eyes, and he was still in a daze.

And until Song Yun came out of the bathroom after washing, Yin Huai never showed up.

This is a bit anomalous.

Song Yun sat at the table and drank a glass of water. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't hold back. He put down the glass and stood up, walked lightly to the wall, and put his ear to it.

After listening for a while, there was no movement in the opposite room.

Song Yun was wondering, but suddenly he felt a wave of spiritual power in front of him, almost at the same time, with a flash of Yin Mang, Yin Huai was already standing in front of him.

Seeing Song Yun, Yin Huai was stunned for a while, then blinked, a look of understanding quickly appeared in his eyes, he raised his eyes, tilted his head to look at Song Yun and smiled, "Looking for me?"

"No, it's not—" Song Yun hadn't recovered from the shock, and now he was blocked by Yin Huai, he hesitated for a while and didn't know what to say.

"Didn't you ask me to stand here and listen to someone's corner?" Yin Huai always seemed to be prepared in this situation. Leaning on the edge of the table relaxedly, he turned to look at the person next to him: "Still facing the wall and thinking about the past?"

Song Yun was blocked by him in the corner now, and when he heard Yin Huai's words, his face was embarrassed, he coughed unnaturally, and refused to admit it: "...just happened to be standing here,"

As he spoke, he was about to walk around the table sideways, but just as he stepped out with one foot, before the other could keep up, he was blocked by Yin Huai's outstretched hand.

"It's all here," Yin Huai withdrew his hand, speaking with a half-smile, glanced at the things on the table, and then looked up at Song Yun: "I'm not curious about what this is? You prepared, this morning, but you are all busy with this."

"For me..." Song Yun heard these two words, and the only thing he could remember in his mind was the word porridge.

Yin Huai changed the way of asking again: "Do you know what day it is today?"

Song Yun blinked, turned to glance at the calendar not far away, then blinked again, confused.

Yin Huai was laughed angrily by him, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, then reached out and took off the lid of the small pot on the table.

It's a bowl of noodles.

Song Yun's mind got stuck for a moment, as expected, and then he heard Yin Huai commented calmly next to him: "Why, I remember that the Song family's family training only said that the birth date should not be said indiscriminately, so it's not as good as saying that you should forget your birthday so completely, right? ?”

In fact, it is because of this reason that Song Yun almost didn’t celebrate birthdays when he thought it was troublesome after he was sensible. Now when he saw this bowl of noodles, besides being shocked, his heart seemed to be pinched for no reason, and there were some inexplicable emotions inside. Stuttered sullenly.

Song Yun cleared his throat, was stunned for a while, and then looked at the bowl of noodles on the table and said a little flutteringly: "You... how do you know?"

Yin Huaiyang raised his eyebrows and smiled casually: "Guess."

"..." Song Yun glanced at him, then lowered his head again. After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Have you...know me for a long time?"

"Huh?" Yin Huai looked down at him suspiciously.

"Have you...know me for a long time?" Song Yun repeated again, raised his head and met Yin Huai's eyes: "Recently... I seem to remember something vaguely."

Yin Huai looked at him, his eyes were shocked at first, and then a gentle smile filled the air: "What do you remember?"

"I remember that I knew you a long time ago." Song Yun's ears were hot, and he almost bit the tip of his tongue several times.

But Yin Huai was still relentless, bent slightly and approached, and asked in a low voice: "What kind of understanding?"

This sound was low and magnetic, with a hint of bewitching.

Song Yun stopped breathing, and unconsciously leaned back, but not long after moving backward, his back was already against the corner of the wall.

"Can't remember?" Yin Huai whispered, and took another step forward, forcing Song Yun to stop between his chest and the white wall behind him, with one arm resting on the wall next to his ear, Wei Wei bowed her head and came closer: "Do you need me to help you recall memories?"

The intertwined snorting seems to be a curse.Song Yun had already crashed at this time, a heart beat as if it wanted to jump out of his chest, and his mind was even more foggy.

But in this chaotic moment, he felt very clearly that something soft was lightly attached to his lips.

The author has something to say: Life has changed a little bit, and I have not updated the article for a week. I am really sorry. Now it is finally stable, and the later output will gradually stabilize. Thanks to the little angels for their support and these many days The understanding waits, bows.

(ps saw the new little angel, super happy duck!)