male god, make an appointment

"I don't know how to pack." Han Yingdong said the truth with an innocent face.

Zhou Ze accidentally felt that his request was a bit unscrupulous, he sighed, "Then you have to eat, it's a big New Year's day."

"If you're hungry and there's something to eat in the refrigerator, cook it yourself." After Han Yingdong finished speaking, she turned and went upstairs without saying a word.

Zhou Ze was at a loss, where did he get angry again?

"Cut, if you don't want to be me, do it yourself! You're so hungry!"

Zhou Ze walked into the kitchen, looked at the eggs in the refrigerator, and at the onions on the side. All in all, he could only cook eggs with scrambled onions.

As soon as the eggs were stirred and the scallions were sprinkled, it was done. Zhou Ze reheated yesterday's rice and finished dinner directly in the kitchen.

Zhou Ze sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala absent-mindedly, and kept turning his head to the back. Han Yingdong seemed to have disappeared without any movement. He really couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere.

"Hey! Han Yingdong! You open the door for me!" Zhou Ze knocked on the door frantically a few times outside, and it took a long time before there was any movement inside, but it carried an unusual meaning.

Zhou Ze kicked the door open without thinking, and saw Han Yingdong curled up under the bed, his face was pale, and his eyebrows were twisted into a string.

"Fuck! Didn't you tell me about your fucking stomach pain?" Zhou Ze felt an inexplicable pain in his heart when he said this, and Han Yingdong picked up Han Yingdong without saying a word, but Han Yingdong struggled to get down, and his voice was weak, "The drawer It contains... stomach medicine."

Zhou Ze had a face full of hatred, he gently helped him to lie down on the bed, and then began to rummage through the box, his face was terribly anxious, "Damn! Which drawer is it?"

Han Yingdong squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Ze. The pain in his stomach seemed to have eased by half. "There is a small yellow medicine bottle in the penultimate black drawer."

After Zhou Ze found the medicine, he took the medicine and ran downstairs. He quickly took a glass of warm water, sat on the side of the bed and helped Han Yingdong get up, and handed the medicine to him, "Take it quickly."

"Yeah." Han Yingdong took the medicine and the water glass, and swallowed the pain.

Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief, he turned to look at the door, "I broke the lock, I'll fix it."

After finishing speaking, he was about to get up, but was dragged into his arms by Han Yingdong. His voice was as thin as a mosquito, but scratched Zhou Ze's heart like a thin feather.

"Don't fix it..." Han Yingdong hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he let go of Zhou Ze, "Go out."

Zhou Ze was also a straight person who was made up by his hot and cold, and asked without thinking, "Don't you fucking like me? This is what you call liking? Or do you mean you don't like me?" gone."

Han Yingdong stared blankly at Zhou Ze, as if he couldn't believe it, his eyes didn't blink, blood color gradually appeared on his pale lips, "I...I didn't say I didn't like you."

Zhou Ze bit his lip, suddenly he didn't know what to say, he looked annoyed, and finally sat down under the bedside table with his hands on his knees, scratched his hair, and cast an unusual look at Han Yingdong.

Han Yingdong was a little taken aback by him, "What's wrong?"

"Why do you like me?" Zhou Ze changed his usual style and suddenly became serious.

Han Yingdong's chest was filled with an inexplicable emotion, she thought for a while and shook her head, "I don't know, I just know that I like you."

Zhou Ze gave Han Yingdong a white look, "Idiot."

Han Yingdong lay down and smiled, "Well, I'm probably a fool. I knew it was impossible, but I still forced you to stay by my side. Zhou Ze, do you really hate me?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer right away, because he didn't know the answer himself, because he never thought that he would be liked by a boy, and he was also his closest brother, and it was like a dream when he said it.

"Han Yingdong..."

"Ok?"

"You have to tell me how you felt when you liked me, so that I will like you, no... that is to say... uh... You have to teach me how to like a boy, ah, that's not right!" Zhou Ze scratched his ears and was so nervous Incoherent.

Han Yingdong turned her head, looked at Zhou Ze, reached out and touched his head, her eyes were full of love, "You don't need to learn, and don't like me."

"Why?" Zhou Ze asked, "Don't you like me? Then you don't like me like you?"

"No." Han Yingdong's bitter smile cleared his eyes, "I just think I'm so selfish. You should have the right to choose. It's not your gender that hinders us, but your heart, fool."

"Then let's try it and we'll know?" Zhou Ze took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, lying down beside Han Yingdong.

Han Yingdong felt a throbbing pain in his stomach, and immediately turned cold, "Go down!"

"I'm not going down!" Zhou Ze looked at Han Yingdong stubbornly, the distance between the two was only one fist, and he even said that they could kiss each other as long as they lowered their heads.

Just as Han Yingdong was about to reach out his hand, Zhou Ze blocked it, "What's the matter? You still have the strength to resist now?"

"Don't make trouble, go down." Han Yingdong's tone softened a lot.

"Then tell me why?"

"what why?"

"Why do you want me to go down?"

"..." Han Yingdong really felt that Zhou Ze's IQ was touching, he turned his back to him and whispered, "Because I'm afraid I can't help... want to..."

Zhou Ze propped himself up and looked at Han Yingdong's flushed cheeks, "What are you thinking?"

"I want to sleep with you! You are a fool!" Han Yingdong sat up directly, covered Zhou Ze with a quilt, and looked depressed.

Zhou Ze's head buzzed as if it had been bumped by some metal object. He poked his head out from under the quilt, only to find that Han Yingdong was looking at him at this moment, and he immediately blinked, "I can Ask a question?"

"Say!" Han Yingdong replied.

"Can it be done between boys?"

"puff……"

Han Yingdong really felt that Zhou Ze had already been led astray by that bastard Cancan, and if this continued, he felt that he was going to be driven crazy.

Lu Yanchu sneezed, took a tissue from the side and blew his nose, and continued to pick up his phone to grab the red envelopes.

The red envelopes snatched this day were not as many as the red envelopes distributed, and they were all picked up by my sister and the others!

The friendship between people is gone!

Lu Yanchu opened the dialog box with Zhong Ming, his eyes stayed on the good night last night, he smiled, and sent a voice, "How many red envelopes did you grab?"

Soon, a red envelope appeared in Lu Yanchu's sight. He hesitated for a second, then opened it. The number showed 5.20. He smiled, "What are you doing?"

"Just finished eating, how about you?"

"Me too. I just finished going crazy with them outside, and finally took a rest."

Zhong Ming's fingers tapped on the keyboard, "When are you going back to school?"

"It's the first day of school, what's the matter?"

"Well, I'll go with you then."

"Okay, call me then."

"Ah."

On the first day of school, Lu Yanchu woke up early, and immediately rushed to the milk tea shop he had made an appointment with after receiving a call from Zhong Ming.

Through the glass, Zhong Ming saw Lu Yanchu who was riding a bicycle not far away, he smiled, got up and ordered another cup of original milk tea, and when he walked out, he happened to meet Lu Yanchu's small eyes, "It's just right, the milk tea is still warm. "

Lu Yanchu smiled, and took the milk tea from Zhong Ming. The pearl rolled in his mouth and rolled into his stomach. He glanced at Zhong Ming, "Do you want to come up?"

Zhong Ming smiled, "Let me take you with me, and you can concentrate on drinking milk tea in the back."

"Oh." Lu Yanchu bit the thin tube with an obedient look on his face.

"Hurry up." Zhong Ming glanced at Lu Yanchu who was already sitting, with a gentle smile on his brow.

Lu Yanchu reached out to grab his clothes, held the milk tea in the other hand, and smacked his mouth, "This milk tea is really delicious."

"Well, it's delicious. I'll bring you to drink next time. Sit still, I'm going to speed up."

Lu Yanchu shook his legs, the gentleness of the wind in the air, like whispers, like light smoke, like the jokes between them that day.

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