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

Zong Yuan looked at him, and Yi Zhou also looked at him, "Why, don't you want to?"

Zong Yuan shook his head lightly, he couldn't wish for it, but he didn't know how long he could dream.

Yi Zhou disposed of the garbage, went to the bathroom to fill up the water, and returned to the living room. He walked back and forth in front of Zong Yuan with his bare upper body, and looked at the deep and shallow ravines on his belly, Zong Yuan showed envious eyes.

He doesn't have abdominal muscles, not because he hasn't exercised, but because he is too thin. There is no trace of abdominal muscles when he lifts his shirt, only his ribs are clearly visible.

"Are you comfortable? The water is ready, you can go to take a bath." An old man in Yizhou has almost never done such a job of serving others, and now he can only try to find the truth in practice.

Zong Yuan supported the ground and stood up, his legs were numb and limp from being pressed for too long, and he almost couldn't stand still. Seeing him staggering, Yi Zhou was so frightened that his heart jumped into his throat.

Zong Yuan, who can't take care of himself so well, how does he live on weekdays?

Not allowing him to refuse, Yi Zhou supported him, feeling his arm that was about to struggle, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you being polite, Yuan'er?"

Zong Yuan didn't refuse when he heard the words, and let him help himself into the bathroom, but when he was about to undress, Yi Zhou still had no intention of leaving.

Zong Yuan was embarrassed, "Brother Zhou?"

"You are not feeling well now, I don't worry about you being alone in the water." Yi Zhou refused to leave.

Zong Yuan stayed where he was, last time he just glanced at him in the middle of the bath, and he wanted to get into the crack of the wall, now he has to face him to take a bath, how is it possible?

The resistance in his eyes was too obvious, Yi Zhou turned his back, "I won't look at it, okay?"

Zong Yuan still feels insecure.

Yi Zhou sighed, and went out, he didn't dare to go far, squatting in front of the bathroom door, the weight of Yuan'er leaning on him, who had struggled to stand still just now, hadn't dissipated.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound inside, and Yi Zhou hurriedly stood up, hearing Zong Yuan's voice, "I'm fine."

Must have fallen into the bathtub.

Yi Zhou pinched his brows, retracted his steps, wondering what Zong Yuan was arguing about.

After waiting for a long time, just when Yi Zhou thought Zong Yuan had fallen asleep, the door was opened, his wet hair was still dripping, and he was a little surprised to see the person squatting at the door, "Brother Zhou?"

Yi Zhou picked up a towel and put it on his head, "Find a place to sit down, and brother will blow dry your hair."

Zong Yuan was a little dazed, he always felt unrealistic, and when the warm wind passed through the gap in his hair and blew on his scalp, he still felt that he was in a fantasy.

"It's only been a month, and you have low blood sugar, high fever, and stomach problems. Yuaner, what's wrong with you that you haven't let me know?" Yi Zhou helped him dry his hair, as if treating a treasured artwork, with a warm voice ask him.

Zong Yuan really thought about it seriously, "No more, this time it was an accident."

"Preferably." Yi Zhou said.

Zong Yuan leaned against his legs, squinting his eyes lazily, the warm air at just the right temperature made him feel comfortable and almost fell asleep, even the faint pain in his stomach could be ignored.

Not long after, the sound in his ears stopped, and Yi Zhou saw that he looked like a lazy cat, and said with a smile: "Are you sleepy? Go to bed and sleep."

"Okay." Zong Yuan was really sleepy, he closed his eyelids, groped in a daze and lay down on the bed, but his palms were tightly pinching Yi Zhou's waistband.

"Let go, I'm going to take a shower." The jacket on his body was taken off early in the morning, but the pants went from wet to dry, with an uncomfortable feeling of sticking to his body.

Zong Yuan squinted, "Aren't you going?"

The rain outside the window has stopped.

Yi Zhou patted him on the head, "Don't go."

Zong Yuan got the right words, turned over and fell asleep.

After Yizhou took a shower, he came out hot, and saw Zong Yuan rolled the quilt into a cylinder, sleeping soundly with his hands and feet hugged.

There is no second bed in this house, and it was not uncommon to sleep on one bed in the past, so Yi Zhou climbed into bed with ease.

It is impossible to sleep on a sofa.

Yi Zhou pulled the quilt in his arms aside, Zong Yuan had nothing in his arms, so he turned over and hugged him.

Yizhou: ...

The scent of the shower gel filled his nostrils, and Yi Zhou looked down at his lower half excited and upright big brother, who wanted to dance upright, and resigned himself to lying down straight, forcing himself to think of some bloody movie scenes in his head to get excited.

Ke Zongyuan didn't sleep honestly, he rubbed back and forth, which almost killed Yi Zhou.

If I had known that I would be in such a mess now, I might as well have known myself and went to sleep on the sofa. Now that I am hanging on my body with both hands and legs, I don't even have a chance to take a cold shower, but the person next to me is dreaming and has no sense of crisis.

He kept his eyes open until midnight, and in Yizhou's constant self-struggle, he finally closed his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, Yi Zhou was still asleep, and Zong Yuan slowly opened his sleepy eyes. The sleep last night was so wonderful.

The quilt that he was holding when he woke up on weekdays turned into a big living person. Zong Yuan was stunned for two seconds, and when he realized that it was the naked Yi Zhou who was tightly entangled by him, he retracted his hands and feet like an electric shock.

He made too much movement when he sat up, waking up Yi Zhou who had just fallen asleep. Yi Zhou raised his hand and rubbed his eyes twice, squinting at Zong Yuan who was sitting next to him in surprise, "Yuaner?"

His voice was hoarse just after waking up, low-alcohol, sexy and magnetic. Zong Yuan's heart skipped a beat when he called out his name like that. Yi Zhou asked, "Get up so early?"

Zong Yuan stared at him stupidly, his sleepy look was so cute, Yi Zhou couldn't resist pulling his pajamas, pulled him down again, and reached out to rub his fluffy hair a few times.

Zong Yuan let him knead and pinch, and then pushed away his hand after he regained consciousness, and moved his body away from his evil hands.

"Do you have no clothes to wear?" Zong Yuan asked him.

Yi Zhou looked at his bald body from head to tail, and was not embarrassed to be seen by Zong Yuan. Instead, he teased: "I can't fit yours."

Zong Yuan's face burned, he got up and got out of bed and threw the quilt that was thrown on the bed back on him, covering his body, "There is a dryer, I'll wash it for you."

"Yuan'er is so thin-skinned?" Yi Zhou asked him, "Will you be embarrassed if I'm naked?"

Zong Yuan didn't answer, and went out with a cold face, Yi Zhou pulled a gap from the quilt to look at his back, and felt that Yuan'er seemed to like him quite a bit.

He has always been confident, but this time he is a little self-doubting.

Yi Zhou squinted under the quilt for a while, Zong Yuan casually threw his expensive clothes into the washing machine, sprinkled his slippers and came back to lie down again.

When Yi Zhou woke up again, he saw Zong Yuan lying next to him. It was a little funny. He deliberately kept a distance and put a pillow between the two of them. Can he pretend that the incident of hugging him last night didn't happen?

He is sometimes awkwardly childish, but it is also painful.

Yizhou has a job, so he left in the middle of the afternoon, Zong Yuan recovered from his illness, and the promotion work for the release of the new song had to continue.

The clothes that Zong Yuan randomly threw into the washing machine must be useless. Zheng Huai, a part-time assistant to a manager, had to bring clothes to him.

"Let's hire an assistant for you tomorrow!" Zheng Huai made a decisive decision, "Serving you every day at work also has to serve you with food and clothing. You've become a nanny."

Yi Zhou nodded in agreement while putting on his clothes, "Okay, I'm hiring an assistant."

Zheng Huai: ...

He promised so straightforwardly, and he would make things difficult for people who turned around. After so many years, he didn't keep a small assistant by his side, otherwise, he, a gold medal agent, would not be doing this job.

"Can you be more polite to others?" Zheng Huai asked Yizhou. He once suspected that Yizhou's bad reputation of being difficult to get along with was half of the credit for those assistants who were rejected by Yizhou.

Yi Zhou looked at him with a half-smile, "You put those beautiful little fresh meats by your side, don't you know that I like men?"

Zheng Huai choked at what he said, subconsciously looked outside the door, Zong Yuan was sitting there eating breakfast gracefully, "You are not afraid of Zong Yuan hearing it."

Yi Zhou tilted his head to look at Zong Yuan in the distance, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, "I hope he knows, whether it's good or bad, I've been waiting for seven years."

"But you don't even dare to mention it." Speaking of this, Zheng Huai looked down on him a little bit, and he could bear it for seven years if he liked someone, and said it openly, success or failure depended on it.

But he also admires Yizhou, this kind of love that does not conform to the mainstream of the world, but he cherishes Ruobao and refuses to let go.

"It will scare him if you mention it." Yi Zhou chuckled lightly, "I asked him before, if there was a conflict between love and singing, what would he choose."

"He chose to sing?" Zheng Huai asked.

Yi Zhou nodded, "He likes to sing so much, he should stand on the stage, Brother Zheng, you know how easy it is to ruin an artist."

Zheng Huai was silent.

"I will never allow him to be in a dilemma because of myself."

When Yi Zhou changed his clothes and went out, Zong Yuan was still obediently sipping porridge at the table. Of course, Yi Zhou asked Zheng Huai to bring the porridge when he came.

"Yuan'er, I'm leaving." Yi Zhou stroked his soft hair.

Zong Yuan looked up, lost his mind for a second or two, "Okay."

Yizhou regretted it when he said it, and the word "go" seemed too cruel to Zong Yuan.

"See you in a few days." Yi Zhou added, "You will see me again soon."

Zong Yuan nodded coldly and sent them out.

Zong Yuan feels that the so-called meeting soon is just an excuse, the kind with a long-cherished wish; just like the saying "have a time appointment" in people's communication, it means that there will be no time in the future.

The phone on the table vibrated a few times, Zong Yuan picked up the phone, and Yi Zhou's name was displayed on the screen, Zong Yuan was surprised for two seconds, when did he save his number?

The unlock password of his mobile phone has not changed, Yi Zhou has always known it, but he never thought that Yi Zhou would store his number in his hand while he was asleep.

——Yuaner, next time you see me, you will call me brother.

Zong Yuan looked at the screen and said to himself, "Brother, I was originally called."

The phone vibrated twice again.

——Not Brother Zhou.

Zong Yuan didn't speak anymore.

Zong Yuan didn't reply to the message from the beginning to the end, but Yi Zhou sat in the car with his mobile phone and smiled brightly.

"Do you feel that my Yuan'er cares about me?" Yi Zhou asked Zheng Huai beside him, showing off in his tone.

"I don't think so." Zheng Huai responded while pinching the steering wheel in his hands and looking ahead.

"Did he miss you when I left?" Yi Zhou said sincerely, not wanting others to deny his relationship with Zong Yuan.

Zheng Huai was speechless for a while, "I can only see that he wishes you to leave quickly."

Zong Yuan doesn't talk much, doesn't have many expressions on his face, he is indifferent to everyone, and he can taste the sweetness of Yizhou even if he doesn't even reply to the news.

"It's because you don't have love, and you don't understand." Yi Zhou didn't care as much as he did, and his expression was far from cryptic, so no one else could see it.

"I think you should see a psychiatrist." Zheng Huai said.

"I haven't had much insomnia recently." Yi Zhou said impatiently.

Zheng Huai: "I mean you may have hypochondria."

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