I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

Zong Yuan didn't know the dirty thoughts of the person sitting across from him, so he said "then don't eat", and walked around the small living room with his waist propped up to digest his food.

After so long, Zong Yuan has forgotten what it feels like to be full every time he makes a few perfunctory bites.

Yi Zhou's eyes were fixed on him all the time, the normal pajamas were extra wide on him, the slender legs under the clothes, the slender waist pinched by his hands, the shoulders and neck with cold white skin, all of which made him feel uncomfortable. There was fire.

"Beast." Yi Zhou cursed himself in a low voice.

Facing Yuan'er, which was as clear and clean as a fine glass crystal, he had a reaction when he sat here and looked at it.

Yi Zhou took a few more mouthfuls of rice, drank half a bottle of water as if to vent his anger, and got up to clear the table.

Zong Yuan eats very elegantly, so his side is clean and all the tableware and food boxes are neatly arranged. Looking at the messy pile on his side, he feels that they are too good for each other.

After Yi Zhou packed up, he looked at Zong Yuan again, frowning and walking back and forth, "Is it enough to eat this little?"

Zong Yuan looked at him with condemning eyes, "Overeating is not good."

At the dinner table, he said that he is too thin and eats too much, but he refuted himself by saying that overeating is not good for his health.

Obviously being blamed, Yi Zhou felt a little happy. Zong Yuan's willingness to have such a harmless temper with him was to get close to him.

Zong Yuan was prepared for his black face, but he didn't expect the smile on his mouth to become more obvious, and he was a little confused.

"Do you want to stay at night?" Zong Yuan asked him.

Yi Zhou shook his head, "No, I asked Zheng Huai to arrange a place for me."

Zong Yuan was a little disappointed, inexplicably regretting that he hadn't moved into a bigger house.

Although the dormitory sparrow prepared by this company is small and well-equipped, it is a pity that there is only one bedroom.

He thought that Yizhou was leaving because he thought the conditions were not good. In fact, Yizhou was too high-ranking. Zong Yuan had been dangling in front of him. He was a man who had been alone for so many years, and he was almost 30 years old. Can't help it.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window. Summer nights are always accompanied by lightning and thunder, followed by heavy rain. The rain hit the glass and made a lot of noise. Zong Yuan turned his head to look outside at the thunderstorm that came in a hurry, looking forward to it Down a little longer.

Yi Zhou also heard the sound, and said with a helpless smile: "It seems that I can borrow your place to stay longer."

"Hmm." There was a little excitement in Zong Yuan's voice.

Yi Zhou went to close half of the window for him, preventing the rushing rainwater from getting wet on the curtains and the wooden frame in front of the window.

"The song you wrote?" After closing the window, Yi Zhou asked when he saw the scribbled paper on the wooden frame in front of the window.

Zong Yuan nodded, "I haven't finished writing yet."

Yi Zhou sat in front of the wooden frame, the white paper had been scribbled on multiple times, and there were black ink spots almost every short distance, which was enough to show how complicated the person who wrote it was at that time.

Almost all of Zong Yuan’s songs are written by himself, but the composer is usually someone else. He didn’t compose the music seven years ago because he didn’t have enough professional knowledge. Why didn’t he write the music after returning to China? Yizhou doesn’t quite understand, maybe it’s just everyone preferences.

He hummed a few times to the half-length song, as if he felt the gentle breath, just like a young man with admiration, sitting in a manor with fragrant flowers and plants, holding his beloved rose, wanting to sing his heartfelt voice to someone A girl listens.

Xiao Yuan'er, is he... longing for spring?

Yi Zhou tilted his head and glanced at Zong Yuan, feeling a little uncomfortable. It is reasonable to say that his younger brother's spring heart should be a happy thing, but at this moment, he actually wanted to swallow his glass heart all to himself.

"If Yuan'er's song is released, everyone will know that your iron tree is blooming." Yi Zhou teased him through the low cabinet.

Zong Yuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the song was placed on the wooden shelf, his face became hot and slightly flushed, "I won't send it out."

"Huh?" Yi Zhou was a little surprised, "Why?"

"I have changed this song for many years, and I don't want to sing it to others." Zong Yuan replied.

Yi Zhou's eyes moved back to the paper again, and he could see that the bottom handwriting was copied stroke by stroke. The first tunes were more straightforward, and every time he changed them, his feelings would be more obscure .

But love this kind of thing, even if it is put into the music, it is hard to hide.

Yi Zhou looked at the paper carefully, Zong Yuan felt a little uneasy here, he was too clear about what was written on it, what was scribbled and changed, even if he didn’t fill in the lyrics, at Yi Zhou’s level...

Fortunately, Yizhou didn't say anything else after reading it, and got up and walked around.

Zong Yuan's stomach felt a little uncomfortable, and he sat there hugging the pillow and watching Yi Zhou flip through this and touch that, looking very interested in everything.

The two people in the room were silent. Yi Zhou finished reading the odds and ends of the gadgets in his room, then sat back in front of the wooden frame, replaced a piece of manuscript paper, and wrote something on it with a pen.

The rain outside the window didn't stop. Although the storm didn't last long after the lightning and thunder, the cloud above seemed to help Zong Yuan stay in Yizhou.

"What do you usually do at home?" Yi Zhou tilted his head and asked him.

Zong Yuan rested his head on the pillow on his lap, and the pillow stuffed with cotton squeezed his stomach, making him feel better. "Write songs and play the piano."

Yi Zhou was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Xiao Yuan'er to be so boring in daily life, "Don't you watch TV?"

"It's all acting." Zong Yuan said.

Sometimes it is not a good thing to see too clearly, Yi Zhou smiled and shook his head, he, like Zong Yuan, find it difficult to put himself into those boring TV dramas.

There was another moment of silence, and in the quiet living room, Yi Zhou suddenly heard a low moan, a voice that seemed to be suppressing pain.

He got up and walked towards Zong Yuan. He had maintained this posture for more than half an hour. When he got closer, he found that his forehead was covered with broken hair, and there was dense cold sweat.

"Yuan'er?" Yi Zhou squatted down and half-kneeled beside him, "What's uncomfortable?"

Zong Yuan squinted his eyes, his eyes were a little weak, "Stomach..."

Yi Zhou didn't expect him to be patient even under his own nose. Seeing his appearance, he must have been unwell early in the morning. "Is there any stomach medicine at home?"

Zong Yuan shook his head, and struggled to squeeze out a few words, "No...eat...it's over."

Yi Zhou frowned, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, went to the kitchen to boil hot water, picked up the umbrella by the door and walked out, "Wait for me a while."

The wind blew the rain and drenched his trouser legs, and the expensive shoes were stained by the dirty water on the ground. Yi Zhou held up an umbrella and searched for a nearby pharmacy based on his memory, feeling a kind of oppressive heaviness in his heart.

Even though we haven't gotten along for seven years, he has been paying attention to Zong Yuan's every move. He doesn't even know that Zong Yuan has a stomach problem. He ordered the takeaway tonight. He forced him to eat those meals for the sake of His good banner didn't even give him basic protection.

He was by his side, but he refused to say a word, he was patient because he was already used to this, and he still didn't want to be a little dependent on himself.

He strode in the rain, and his wet back didn't feel the slightest bit of coolness. His heart seemed to be soaked in water, and he couldn't taste the temperature.

Returning to Zong Yuan's house in a hurry, Yi Zhou simply took off his drenched shirt, brought the cool air to Zong Yuan's side, and brought warm water to him, "Are you allergic to this medicine?"

Zong Yuan still maintained the posture when he went out, glanced at the medicine box in his hand, and shook his head.

Yi Zhou brought hot water to his mouth, "Take a sip, I'm too cold, not hot."

Zong Yuan was paralyzed all over, and it was extremely difficult to maintain this posture, so he could only follow his feeding movements and take a sip of hot water.

"Take another sip?" Yi Zhou encouraged, thinking that the hot water would warm his stomach, and maybe it would relieve a little.

Zong Yuan took another sip slowly, but before swallowing it this time, he frowned suddenly, fell from the single sofa to the ground holding the trash can and began to vomit.

Yi Zhou was still holding a water glass, looking at the scene in front of him, as if he had been slapped hard.

Those things that he forced him to eat, drink, thought to be good for him, finally slapped him hard on the face in the form of reality.

He hurriedly put down the water glass, squatted beside him and kept patting his back gently.

Zong Yuan vomited until the sour water in his stomach seemed to be drained, so he stopped, his face was covered with tears, and his thin arms stretched out to the coffee table, groping for something.

Yi Zhou pulled the wet wipe over and handed it to him, unable to understand that he was still stubbornly clinging to the so-called image at this moment.

"Do you want to rinse your mouth?" This time, Yi Zhou didn't dare to ask him anything.

"Yes." Zong Yuan said in a low voice after wiping his face.

Yi Zhou handed him the water, and watched him rinse his mouth calmly and gracefully. His movements, which were obviously not very elegant, were handled by him like a common meal.

The water glass was empty, Yi Zhou went to pour him another glass of water, Zong Yuan sat on the ground, broke the medicine and put it in his mouth, as if he could not feel the bitterness, Yi Zhou stuffed the water glass into his hand and turned his head I can't bear to see him so calm.

"How long has the stomach problem been?" Yi Zhou asked.

Zong Yuan took a sip of water and swallowed the pill. After throwing up just now, his stomach felt much better. There was a soft blanket on the floor, so he didn't have to worry about catching a cold. Sitting up like this was quite comfortable.

"I don't remember." Zong Yuan said.

He can't remember when the first stomach attack was. This kind of disease needs a long time to recuperate. It is absolutely impossible for him to do this kind of thing. Compromise a little bit with your life routine during that time.

If he didn't want to sing, maybe he would have lost his admiration for his body long ago.

Yi Zhou wanted to scold him for not caring about his body, but he couldn't utter the words of criticism. He had to endure his illness in front of him, so what position does he have?

"You have too many problems with your body, you need to pay attention to it." Yi Zhou couldn't help but said.

Zong Yuan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I know."

"You don't know. I will watch you in the future and help you get rid of your lack of care for your body." Yi Zhou said.

Zong Yuan looked sideways slightly when he heard his words, a little surprised, does this mean that he won't be far away from himself?

His focus is still on this kind of thing.

The author has something to say: Yizhou fed Yuan'er out of order, let's run with the lid on in this chapter...