After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Hearing what Lu Zhicheng asked, Song Wenxing remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, he finally said, "I thought you wouldn't say anything."

"Although you stamped me a long time ago." Lu Zhicheng rubbed him into his arms again, put his chin against Song Wenxing's hairy head, and laughed, "But I still have to say it."

Steps must not be omitted, and it cannot be passed in such a muddle-headed way.

Song Wenxing didn't speak, he buried his face in Lu Zhicheng's arms, and hugged his waist tightly.

"So, do you want it?" Lu Zhicheng asked again stubbornly.

Song Wenxing immediately raised his head, stared into Lu Zhicheng's eyes, and said very loudly and firmly, "Yes!"

"Okay." Lu Zhicheng lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "Boyfriend."

Boy friend……

Lu Zhicheng is finally his boyfriend.

Song Wenxing held back for a while, then suddenly said loudly: "Then, let's do that!"

"Which one?" Lu Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand.

"That's it!" Song Wenxing was a little embarrassed, his fair neck began to turn red, but he still spoke confidently, "That!"

Lu Zhicheng was stunned for a long time before he realized which "that" Song Wenxing was talking about.

He suddenly held his forehead and couldn't help shaking his shoulders and laughing wildly.

so cute.real.

"Why are you laughing!" Song Wenxing's ears were red, he pushed Lu Zhicheng onto the bed, and said viciously, "Don't laugh!"

"It's not good." Lu Zhicheng was pushed by Song Wenxing and sat down on the bed, leaning on the bed with two elbows, looking at him and smiling, "This is your home, everyone in your family is here."

"Lu Zhicheng, can't you afford it!" Song Wenxing became anxious, and stretched out his hand to tug on Lu Zhicheng's clothes, "What kind of man!"

Unexpectedly, the kid would start directly without further ado, Lu Zhicheng laughed even harder.

He fell straight on Song Wenxing's bed, his whole body sank into the soft quilt, and his hair spread out on the pillow.

"Come on." Lu Zhicheng arranged himself in a big character, looked up at Song Wenxing, and smiled lazily, "You can pick and choose."

Song Wenxing pulled it twice, but didn't pull it away, and suddenly felt a little frustrated.

He also fell down and put his face on Lu Zhicheng's chest.

Lu Zhicheng put his arms around Song Wenxing, playing with his hair with his fingers.

"Old Lu." The two hugged quietly for a while before Song Wenxing said sullenly, "I will miss you very much."

"Stupid." Lu Zhicheng couldn't help laughing, "You can come to see me some time, and I can fly back to see you."

"Don't run around, you have to concentrate on your studies." Song Wenxing sighed, "I'll just go and see you!"

"I'm going to work hard to prepare for the concert and study hard. You should make good use of the time in 5-Fourths, work hard, and don't be as self-willed as before." Lu Zhicheng raised his hand and scratched Song Wenxing's chin like a kitten. , "One day we can hold hands in a fair manner, watch the new movie released together, lie on the grass and count the stars together, stand on the stage and sing the same song together."

"And go see the aurora together!" Song Wenxing immediately added, "And sleep on the same bed! You cook, you wash the dishes, you clean, and you give me a back and a shoulder massage."

"No problem. So what do you do?"

"I... I'll be your cat."

"Okay. Then please."

"I will handle it!"

Although Song Wenxing's family was enthusiastic about staying, Lu Zhicheng still did not stay at Song Wenxing's house. He played with Song Wenxing for a while and then went home. Before leaving, his sister said that he would see him off.

Lu Zhicheng originally wanted to decline, but he observed his sister's expression carefully, and guessed that she should have something to say to him alone, so he didn't shirk again.

After saying goodbye to Song Wenxing's family, Lu Zhicheng got into Song Wenxing's sister's car.But instead of sitting in the passenger seat, he sat in the front row.

"Ah Cheng, just now you said at the dinner table that you have a date..." After the car drove a certain distance, my sister observed Lu Zhicheng's expression in the rearview mirror, and suddenly asked, "Is that person Wen Xing?"

"Yeah." I didn't expect my sister to be so direct, Lu Zhicheng was a little surprised, he nodded, and admitted generously, "You can see it."

"After the whole meal, everyone is adding vegetables to your bowl, but you keep adding vegetables to Wenxing's bowl." My sister sighed, "I have been watching you for a long time."

Lu Zhicheng smiled at the rearview mirror.

"how long have you been together?"

"When 404 is half recorded." Lu Zhicheng counted from the time of confession.

"Oh..." My sister answered after a long time, and then fell silent.

Lu Zhicheng didn't continue talking.

"May I ask you a question." After a quiet distance, my sister asked again, "Has your sexual orientation always been a boy?"

Lu Zhicheng paused for a moment: "It's not so much a boy...it's better to say it's always Song Wenxing."

"He is the most favored child in our family, so he has a bad temper," said the sister.

"He's very cute." Lu Zhicheng nodded.

"He is a very cute little boy, yes, but what if one day you think he is not cute, you don't like him, and you get tired of him?"

"I haven't thought about this problem." Lu Zhicheng smiled very simply, "I like him not only because he is cute, but because all the qualities in him attract me."

"Does your family know?"

"have no idea for now."

"Then are you going to make it public?"

"Certainly, but not now."

"Then have you figured out how to tell my parents?"

"I'll take care of it."

My sister seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just sighed and said nothing: "Just think about it."

"Sister, don't worry." Lu Zhicheng looked at her through the rearview mirror, "I love him very much, and I will be responsible for his future."

My sister was taken aback and nodded.

The next day Song Wenxing slept until noon, when he got up and went downstairs, he found that Lu Zhicheng was actually sitting in the living room of his house, helping his mother peel sugar and stir-fry chestnuts.

"Old Lu!" Song Wenxing yelled.

"Wen Xing, are you awake?" Hearing Song Wen Xing's voice, Lu Zhicheng who was sitting on the sofa raised his head and smiled at Song Wen Xing who was standing on the stairs.

"Old Lu, when did you come?" Song Wenxing immediately ran to Lu Zhicheng's side with his slippers on, and sat down, "Why didn't you call and tell me!"

"Little Lu came early in the morning. It doesn't look like you. He doesn't want to get up until he sleeps in the sun." Mom pinched a chestnut and stuffed the warm chestnut meat into Song Wenxing's mouth. Pick you up to play at his house, you go after dinner."

"Really?" Song Wenxing turned to look at Lu Zhicheng while chewing the sugar-fried chestnuts in his mouth.

"Yeah. I told my grandparents that I'm going to bring my good friends home for dinner today." Lu Zhicheng put a small pile of peeled chestnut meat into Song Wenxing's palm, "Eat it while it's hot."

"Ok!"

Lu Zhicheng had lunch at Song Wenxing's house, and then drove Song Wenxing back to his grandparents' house.

Knowing that there are guests coming, Lu Zhicheng's grandparents are waiting at home.

Song Wenxing seems to be born with the attribute of pleasing the elders. He has a very sweet mouth, and he shouts "Grandpa and Grandma" as soon as he enters the door. Take fruit from the refrigerator for him to eat.

After greeting his grandparents, Lu Zhicheng brought Song Wenxing into his room.

Just as Song Wenxing entered, a white cat suddenly jumped off Lu Zhicheng's desk and circled Song Wenxing twice.

"Wow... this cat is so white." Song Wenxing couldn't help but squatted down and reached out to touch the cat's head.

The cat meowed lazily, and turned its head to show Song Wenxing its chin.

Song Wenxing scratched its chin with a smile, and the cat narrowed its eyes in comfort, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"It likes you very much." Lu Zhicheng next to him also squatted down and scratched the cat's ears.

"What's the cat's name?" Song Wenxing asked.

"It's called Amao."

"...You are so perfunctory." Song Wenxing glanced at him, and for some reason, the name actually hit his point of laughter, "How old is Mao?"

"My grandfather brought it back when it was three months old, and it has been 15 years now." Lu Zhicheng reached out and touched the cat's back, "The kitten has turned into an old cat."

"Wow...it has such a long lifespan."

"That's right, the doctor said, this kind of white cat can generally live for 20 years."

"Didn't I spend the 20 years of my life with you." Song Wenxing stretched out a finger and gently poked the cat's ear, "Amao, hello."

"I'm a very affectionate person." Lu Zhicheng said solemnly, "The cat I raised when I was young, I still keep when I grow up. The person I liked when I was young, I still like when I grow up."

Song Wenxing shook his shoulders and laughed: "Speak louder so your grandparents can hear you."

"If you hear it, you will hear it." Lu Zhicheng boldly put his arms around his neck and kissed him, "You are mine from the beginning."

The dinner was prepared by Lu Zhicheng. He was wearing an apron, standing by the sink to wash vegetables, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing two clean and strong arms, he looked like a complete home cook, a bit of a big star None of the clips.

When he was cooking, Song Wenxing stood beside him, leaning against the refrigerator and staring at him intently.

"The old man is getting old, he doesn't eat much meat, he eats lightly." Lu Zhicheng said while washing the vegetables, "I'll prepare a separate portion for you, put more salt."

"It doesn't matter." Song Wenxing said, "I will eat whatever my grandparents eat."

In the end, Lu Zhicheng cooked a plate of poached eggs for Song Wenxing alone.

The eggs are homegrown eggs brought back one by one by grandparents from the village. They are very precious, and they are reluctant to eat them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Wenxing came, grandma immediately took out all the local eggs and asked Lu Zhicheng to make them for Song Wenxing.

What Lu Zhicheng put into the pot was lard, the free-range eggs were small, and the fried poached egg was also a small round one, golden, fragrant and beautiful.

Song Wenxing couldn't stop after taking a bite, and ate five or six poached eggs in one go.

"Wen Xing, don't the local eggs smell good?" Grandma smiled and brought some vegetables to Song Wen Xing, "Eat more."

"Delicious." Song Wenxing took another bite of the poached egg, his lips were shiny with lard, "It's delicious, it's so delicious."

"Eat it all if it's delicious." Grandpa put another one in Song Wenxing's bowl, "Native eggs are very nutritious. When you are a star, you are usually busy with work and always eat takeaway, which is not healthy. Eat more when you get home." point."

"Grandpa, don't pinch it." Lu Zhicheng watched from the side, "Be careful that he will get angry if he eats too much."

"I can eat five more!" Song Wenxing said immediately, making his grandparents laugh.

After dinner, Lu Zhicheng went to wash the dishes, and Song Wenxing sat in the living room, watching TV with his grandparents.

Grandma peeled an orange and handed it to Song Wenxing: "I heard from Chengcheng that you two knew each other when you were young? Did you live here before?"

"That's right, my house used to be in Building 215, District Two." Song Wenxing took the oranges shyly, and gave half of them to grandma, "Brother Cheng always brings me snacks."

"It turned out to be you." Grandma thought for a while, then suddenly squinted her eyes and laughed, "No wonder I said why he always ran out with snacks from his parents for a while. He wasn't a person who liked to eat snacks."

"His parents..." Song Wenxing was a little curious, "I've never heard him mention it."

Grandma sighed: "Chengcheng is a miserable child. His father doesn't love his mother. His parents used to be busy with business and didn't have time to take care of him, so they left him with me and his grandfather. Later they immigrated to Europe Cheng Cheng was also taken over, but they divorced not long after, and then Cheng Cheng went to South Korea alone... What a crime, Xiao Xiao was alone, without a family, and wandered outside."

The grandfather who was reading the newspaper next to him, wearing reading glasses, also sighed.

"Grandma, Brother Cheng..." Song Wenxing hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Have you ever been in a car accident before?"

"Yes, yes. That's what I love about this child the most." Recalling the past, grandma sighed in distress. "That year, he was only 17 years old. He finally came back to visit us on vacation, but the bus rolled over. Almost died."

"The bus overturned?" Hearing these words, Song Wenxing trembled all over, his heart beating loudly.

He looked at grandma and asked calmly, "Is it the No. 24 bus?"

The answer is coming.

Although I have already vaguely guessed...

But he still needs an accurate answer.

"You know, right? It was a big sensation at the time. It happened to be the time when the school was over, and the car was full of students. The car overturned and caught fire, and many people didn't escape." Grandma said, "Cheng Cheng escaped." But both legs were completely injured by glass shards, almost severing all the tendons... It's okay, it's okay, now it's healthy and healthy."

Grandpa put down the newspaper: "Stop talking about this. The child is doing well now."

"Don't talk, don't talk." Grandma wiped her tears and stroked Song Wenxing's hair, "It's good for the children to be healthy and safe."

Lu Zhicheng quickly finished washing the dishes, came out of the kitchen, and sat down beside Song Wenxing.

He lazily put his legs on the coffee table, and just as he stretched out his arms to wrap around Song Wenxing's shoulders, his grandma gave him a slap in the face: "How many times have I told you, don't put your stinky feet on the coffee table!"

"My feet don't stink!" Lu Zhicheng exclaimed, "If you don't believe me, just smell it."

"It's not big or small!" Grandma gave him another blow on the head.

Song Wenxing next to him couldn't stop laughing.

Sitting at Lu Zhicheng's house until eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhicheng looked at his phone, seeing that it was getting late, he proposed to send Song Wenxing home.

Before leaving, grandparents insisted on sending them downstairs, and told Song Wenxing to come and play whenever he had time.

Lu Zhicheng drove the car, and asked Song Wenxing who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Shall we go home now?"

Song Wenxing shook his head: "I want to stay with you for a while."

"Okay." Lu Zhicheng laughed.

So Lu Zhicheng drove the car to the riverside and stopped, there were few people here, occasionally a few passers-by walking by.

The two sat in the car, quietly watching the sparkling water and the colorful neon lights.

"Brother Lu." Song Wenxing called out suddenly.

"Huh?" Hearing that the voices of the people around him were a little strange, like crying, Lu Zhicheng turned his head to look at him.

"...Is it you?" Song Wenxing also turned his head.

"What?" Lu Zhicheng was puzzled.

Song Wenxing stared into Lu Zhicheng's eyes, and asked: "Six years ago, the No. 24 bus rolled over... the person who dragged me out of the fire, was it you?"

The smile on Lu Zhicheng's face disappeared suddenly.

He didn't speak, Song Wenxing kept looking at him.

After a while, Lu Zhicheng sighed: "You remembered."

Sure enough it was you.

"Why didn't you say it?" Song Wenxing clenched his fists, resisting the trembling in his voice, and asked.

"Yin Jun said that you had a severe stress reaction." Lu Zhicheng was silent for a while, "I'm afraid you will have a bad reaction when you think about it."

"I'm not so fragile." Song Wenxing pursed his lips, feeling that he couldn't take it anymore, tears also fell, "If you had told me earlier, I...I..."

"I" didn't say anything for a long time.

Ever since he had that half-truth dream last time, Song Wenxing had already started to doubt it, but he never dared to confirm it with Lu Zhicheng.

Afraid that boy was him.

I'm more afraid that it's not him.

"Okay, okay." Lu Zhicheng leaned over, hugged Song Wenxing, and patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Don't cry. Don't you know now?"

Song Wenxing cried for a while, then suddenly raised his head, stared at Lu Zhicheng with his beautiful red eyes, hiccupped, and said inarticulately, "I, I want to sleep with you."

"What did you say?" Lu Zhicheng was stunned for a while, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"I said," Song Wenxing put his arms around his neck, sniffled, and said clearly, "I want to sleep with you."

This time, Lu Zhicheng understood.

He froze for a moment, his heart reacted one step faster than his consciousness, and jumped up crazily: "You..."

"I don't care!" Seeing Lu Zhicheng frowned, Song Wenxing started crying again, "Anyway, I'm not going home tonight!"

"..." Lu Zhicheng paused, "Don't regret it."

Lu Zhicheng is a very gentle person, or he is only gentle with things related to Song Wenxing.

Especially when he held Song Wenxing's shoulder blade with one hand, tightened his five fingers, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I do this?"

Song Wenxing frowned, crying tremblingly, his fair face was flushed with sweat.

He punched and kicked Lu Zhicheng indiscriminately, cursing for a while, and whimpering when a cub was acting like a baby, just like a kitten at home with its owner's flesh in its teeth and acting like a spoiled child.

That being said, Lu Zhicheng knew that he must like it.

In the end Song Wenxing was completely bored, he buried his head in Lu Zhicheng's neck, snuggled up to his owner like a kitten, and acted coquettishly with a nasal voice: "Little Brother Lu, I want you to kiss me."

So Lu Zhicheng turned over obediently and kissed him, propping his elbows on both sides, starting from the forehead, all the way to the eyelids, nose tip, lips, chin, and finally kissed away the wet tears on his face.

"Say you love me." Song Wenxing was still not satisfied, he stretched out his hand to pinch the flesh on Lu Zhicheng's arm, and threatened in an arrogant tone, "Hurry up!"

"I love you." Lu Zhicheng leaned over and hugged Song Wenxing, pressing his forehead against Song Wenxing.

He felt the vibration of the same frequency of the two hearts, and repeated again, earnestly and solemnly: "I love you, Song Wenxing."

The author has something to say: This is the last midnight update (...)

I will continue to work hard to code... ovo