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When the white palm fell to the ground, Feng Deng took Song Xinyuan into his arms in time.The flower pot was broken, and soil and sand were spilled out, soiling Song Xinyuan's feet.

Song Xinyuan rubbed his feet, freed Feng Deng's arm, and squatted down to pick up the debris.

Feng Deng found the trash can and sat Song Xinyuan on the bed: "I'll do it."

"No need." Song Xinyuan grabbed the white palm flower and threw it into the trash can.

Feng Deng was slightly taken aback, and pressed Song Xinyuan's hand: "Throw it away? The flowers are fine, just change to a flower pot."

Song Xinyuan shook his head, and threw the debris and mud on the flower branch: "Throw it away, it's dying anyway, and I can't support it in the hotel."

"Don't you like it?"

Song Xinyuan gave him the first pot of flowering white palms, and he went to find Song Xinyuan with flowers. When Song Xinyuan pretended to drop flowers in front of Song Xinyuan, Song Xinyuan was almost frightened and cried.

My eyes were red with fright, I obviously liked it very much.

"I don't like it anymore," Song Xinyuan said, "This season is not suitable for it, and the flowers that bloom are not good-looking."

Song Xinyuan went to the Internet to check, and the most common flower language of Baizhang is "smooth sailing, peace and safety", which means "flower of innocence".In spring, he returned to Feng Deng's side, carefully raised the potted flower, and when Feng Deng encountered a problem with his thesis, he gave the flower to Feng Deng, wishing Feng Deng all the best, and wishing Feng Deng his justice.

The flood washed away his blessing, and he bought a new pot of white palms, planning to give it to Feng Deng again.However, this potted flower lost its vitality.He had hope in his heart, but Feng Deng disappointed him.

"What other flowers do you like?" Feng Deng and Song Xinyuan cleaned up the ground together, with deep eyes, "Buy another pot, and I'll give it to you."

Song Xinyuan picked his fingers, his eyes were confused: "I don't like flowers and plants, and I don't have a place to raise them."

Feng Deng pulled Song Xinyuan up, led him into the bathroom, soaped him, noticed his bare nails, and frowned: "Bite your fingers again?"

Song Xinyuan forced a smile: "It's an old problem, I can't change it, sometimes I just want to bite something."

Feng Deng suddenly bit Song Xinyuan's mouth, but this time he was not pushed away.

Song Xinyuan closed his eyes and forced himself to accept Feng Deng.He couldn't retreat, how could he give up halfway after finally impressing Feng Deng?His current goal has changed, it is not as simple as before, and he cannot show his feet.

After the kiss, Song Xinyuan lay on Feng Deng's chest, and said in a soft voice, "Doctor Feng, I've discovered it a long time ago, don't you really like kissing me?"

Feng Deng's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his eyes flicked across Song Xinyuan's cheek. He didn't respond, and continued to wash Song Xinyuan's hands.

Song Xinyuan shook his hands and splashed water on Feng Deng: "Do you prefer my mouth on the top or the bottom?"

Feng Deng glanced at him: "Love to talk nonsense more and more."

"Old problem, I can't bear it, why don't you stop it for me?"

"Did you take a shower?"

"washed……"

Song Xinyuan's face turned pale.

Feng Deng patted his face, picked him up suddenly, and put him on the bed.

Song Xinyuan talked loudly, but he was not mentally prepared at all, and his tone was a little helpless: "It's not convenient tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow, there are a lot of running scenes, there is no condom here, or we—"

The doorbell interrupted him.

"It should be my takeaway." Song Xinyuan sat up and wanted to get out of bed.

"I'll get it, don't move."

In a blink of an eye, Feng Deng returned to the bed with the paper bag, opened the bag, took out a hamburger, and handed it to Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan's stomach grunted at the right time. He smelled the aroma, swallowed his saliva, took the burger and thought, forget it, let's go on the road after eating.

Feng Deng glanced at him, walked into the bathroom, and soon after, holding a basin of water, he squatted in front of Song Xinyuan and rolled up Song Xinyuan's trousers.

Song Xinyuan was chewing fried chicken nuggets when he realized that Feng Deng was going to wash his feet, so he quickly shrank his legs: "Don't bother you, I will do it myself later."

He is used to walking barefoot indoors, and even though it was soiled, he didn't care. He planned to wash it before going to bed.

Feng Deng grabbed Song Xinyuan's ankle: "No trouble, just eat chicken."

Song Xinyuan put his feet into the warm water, he relaxed his shoulders, and in order to ease the embarrassment, he mumbled, "You're swearing."

Feng Deng laughed.

Song Xinyuan suspected that Feng Deng did it on purpose.He misunderstood Feng Deng just now and thought Feng Deng wanted to sleep with him.Looking at the top of Feng Deng's head, he felt an indescribable feeling, sour and astringent.

In an instant, facts that he deliberately ignored or avoided flooded his mind.This is not the first time Feng Deng has washed his feet.During college, Feng Deng was very kind to him sometimes, did many things for him, took care of him patiently, helped him buy food, fetched hot water, washed his feet; walked through the medical school when it rained, ran to The School of Foreign Languages ​​gave him an umbrella because he never remembered to bring one; when he went out to play, no matter how late it was, Feng Deng would take him back to school.

Although Feng Deng broke up with him, he had to admit that Feng Deng was once a competent lover.There were some things that even Song Yanqing hadn't done for him.

He grew up under Song Yanqing's doting. He has a typical young master's temper. He reaches out for clothes and opens his mouth for food. He doesn't know how to cook or wash clothes, and he doesn't know how to wrong himself. Money can buy it.When he went to college, he was still like a spoiled child, spending money lavishly, paying for whoever he liked to play with, not considering other people's feelings, only thinking about whether he was happy or not.

Feng Deng was different from him, he knew it the first day he met Feng Deng.Feng Deng's family conditions are poor, he often eats instant noodles, eats canteens, is a frequent visitor to classrooms and libraries, rarely goes out to cook small stoves, and occasionally buys low-quality lollipops to amuse him.Before falling in love with him, Feng Deng never accepted his "charity", but gave him meticulous care within the scope of his ability.

Therefore, he was not reconciled. For five years, he couldn't forget Feng Deng.Feng Deng treats him well, but he is not reconciled, he knows that is not love, Feng Deng treats him like a child, there is someone else he really likes; Feng Deng treats him badly, he is also unwilling, he extravagantly hopes to get Feng Deng likes, but he doesn't want Feng Deng to like others.

After all, he was too greedy.After breaking up, he still didn't want to see Feng Deng with other people, not women or men, only him.He deliberately reunited with Feng Deng, even if the purpose is not pure, only he can be Feng Deng's lover.

Now, he was finally disheartened, and had nothing to do but destroy Feng Deng.

Feng Deng is a poisonous snake lurking beside him. He played a good show to deceive him back then.He recalled the hypocrisy with a sickness in his heart.

At this moment, Feng Deng held his feet with tenderness like water, did he still want to lie to him?He is no longer a child, he is not so easy to deceive.

Song Xinyuan came back to his senses, coughed twice, kicked his feet: "Enough, thank you."

Feng Deng wiped off the water drops on his feet, pinched his waist, pushed him to the middle of the bed, got up to take a glass of water, and handed it to his lips.

Song Xinyuan finished drinking the water with Feng Deng's hand, and felt that something was wrong. He almost fell into Feng Deng's way. Feng Deng's practice was a few years longer than him, and just a few years was a gap.

He pushed Feng Deng's hand away, caught sight of his own slippers, and sat on the edge of the bed to put on them.

Feng Deng asked: "What are you doing?"

Song Xinyuan blinked: "Go to the toilet to pee, do you want to follow?"

He took the initiative to pour the footwashing water, and when he came out, he saw Feng Deng was arranging his clothes, and seemed to be leaving.

Feng Deng glanced at the pastry box he brought, and reminded him: "Don't let it break."

Song Xinyuan bought similar desserts when he was filming in Xizhao County. Feng Deng bought him dragon beard crisps. The pieces were white, soft and glutinous, very delicious. Often eat this sweet.

Used to love to eat, but that was before.Right now, whether it is people or hobbies, he wants to give up.

"It's a pity, I can't eat anymore." Song Xinyuan looked away, thought for a moment, and felt that under normal circumstances, he should keep his boyfriend, "Doctor Feng, it's getting late, you should sleep here today."

Feng Deng looked at him for a while, then pulled up the suitcase: "You have a heavy task tomorrow, so take a good rest."

"Okay then, let's..." He hadn't thought about when to be honest with each other.

"Don't think too much, don't bite your hand," Feng Deng kissed his face, and added before leaving, "Stay here, I can't help but bully you."

Late at night, Song Xinyuan lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

On the other side, Feng Deng didn't go home, but went to the duty room of the hospital.He took a shower and stood by the window smoking a cigarette.He hadn't smoked for a long time, and unexpectedly, seeing Song Xinyuan, he became addicted to cigarettes.

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He refused to stay in the hotel because he didn't want to force Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan was abnormal, he was very afraid of him, and he never dared to look at him. The corners of his eyes were red and wet, as if he would cry at any moment, and he pretended to be nonchalant, forcing a smile and talking nonsense to him.

Of course he wanted to bully Song Xinyuan like this, he wanted to make Song Xinyuan cry, but he was also worried about making people cry, and finally got out of control.

Feng Deng smoked two cigarettes, took out his mobile phone, contacted Yang Xiyue, and asked bluntly, "Is there anything strange about Song Xinyuan recently?"

Yang Xiyue: "No, what's the matter? You're back?"

Feng Deng ignored her question, and then asked: "Do you know who he has met recently?"

"I don't know, no, besides being on the set, the most common person he sees is me."

"You are not important."

"It's too much! By the way, did you see the photo I asked Song Xinyuan to send you? I asked Song Xinyuan for follow-up, but he didn't tell me. Is he embarrassed to say it? What did you reply?"

Remembering his reply that day, Feng Deng heaved a long sigh.He replied the truth, he didn't like Song Xinyuan clinging to him.

"Are you jealous? You ask me to take care of Song Xinyuan, you must give me some reward to satisfy my gossip soul."

"I saved the photo and P'ed you."

"Fuck, senior, am I just so shameless?"

"Don't touch his shoulder in the future."

"Sure enough, I'm jealous. I'm so stingy. I not only touched his shoulder, but also touched his face. I'm so mad at you."

"You have no chance."

Yang Xiyue understood what he meant, unable to complain: "That's it?"

"He is very cute."

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder Song Xinyuan didn't tell me, because he was shy." Yang Xiyue said sourly, and suddenly remembered something, "Song Xinyuan asked for half a day off."

"Ask for leave? What did you do?"

"I don't know, it seems that I went to the suburbs. Why are you asking about these things? Ask Song Xinyuan if you have something, what's wrong with both of you, can you communicate well?"

Feng Deng hung up the phone directly, already guessing where Song Xinyuan went and who he met.

He opened the encrypted album, which contained a large number of photos of Song Xinyuan, both current and past; some sent to him by Song Xinyuan, and some taken by himself.

Song Xinyuan is cute, about which he never intended to tell Song Xinyuan.

They are destined to separate.

The author says:

Is it sweet?This broken mirror is big and round, and it hasn't been broken yet.