The plan of the day is in the morning

, "He asked, why is it me again today?"

"what?"

Yi Xiaotian was puzzled, "What are you? Who else could it be?"

Yu Chen rolled his eyes and smiled, "He said, it's Valentine's Day today, why doesn't Xiaotian bring his girlfriend out, and brings a man all day long, so I'm not afraid of his partner being jealous."

Yi Xiaotian: "..."

"He also persuaded me that I should be sensible and stay away. It's too immoral to be stuck in the middle of other young lovers all day long."

At the end of Yu Chen's speech, there was already a joke in his tone, and he turned his head slightly to look at Yi Xiaotian, "What should I do? Do you think I should be more interesting?"

"Know what a ghost."

Yi Xiaotian squinted at him, his eyes were black and bright under the thick eyelashes, "Isn't my object being you, tell me who you are jealous of, and I will make the decision for you."

Yu Chen said nothing, and lowered his eyes with a smile.

The two took a taxi home, and Yi Xiaotian went to Yu Chen's house to grab a meal. Uncle Yu was also a busy person, and he never showed up after returning to China. After dinner, the two boys went upstairs, closed and locked the bedroom door, and it seemed like a small world with only the two of them.

The curtains are drawn to cut off the coldness and coldness of the winter outside the window. A small table lamp is turned on in the room, and two pine cones are hung together with red strings. The shadows shaking under the light are indistinguishable from each other.

……

Yi Xiaotian leaned against the desk, and almost sat on it because his legs were weak, his face was flushed, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and he breathed heavily, "...Chenchen."

Yu Chen leaned on Yi Xiaotian's body, tilted his head and kissed his neck, his skin was very white, covered with fine sweat, like white porcelain shining through water.

He gave a low "hmm" and stepped back.

This is not the first time they have gotten into a fight, the young man is full of blood, Yu Chen is better, but Yi Xiaotian is easy to get angry if he indulges a little.

"I use the toilet."

Just as Yi Xiaotian was about to leave, his wrist was grabbed.

He looked back at Yu Chen.

Yu Chen lowered his eyes, his expression was as calm as ever, only a faint pink glowed on his cold white skin, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I'll help you."

Yi Xiaotian's eyelashes trembled quickly, as if possessed, he complied with the gentle pulling force on his wrist, and was pulled to the side of the bed, Yu Chen squatted down in front of him, staring at him with the glimmer of light in his amber eyes .

……

When Yi Xiaotian finally regained his sanity from the blank mind, his breathing was still a little short. He stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, and his fingers were still tightly grasping Yu Chen's bed sheet. When he let go of it at this moment, his knuckles ached. .

There was the sound of running water from the bathroom, he sat up and saw Yu Chen coming out and wiping his hands, Yi Xiaotian immediately felt a little embarrassed again, don't start to clear his throat, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Haven't slowed down yet?"

Yu Chen spoke first, asking sincerely.

Yi Xiaotian choked and turned to stare at him.

"Put your pants on before you stare at me."

Tears appeared in Yu Chen's eyes again.

"..."

Yi Xiaotian threw off the quilt disheveledly and got up to put on his trousers, feeling that he had lost all face.

Yu Chen sat down by the bed and took a small box from the pillow.

Yi Xiaotian zipped up and looked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Yu Chen blinked, "Valentine's Day gift."

"……what?"

Yi Xiaotian was stunned, "Didn't you give me the crayon?"

"That was a joke."

Yu Chen pursed her lips and smiled, and passed the box over, "This is the real Valentine's Day gift."

Yi Xiaotian was speechless for a moment, but still took it, "Then I dismantle it?"

"Take it apart."

Yu Chen nodded.

This box is even smaller than the crayon box of the children's version back then. It is as big as the palm of your hand. The packaging is quite exquisite. At first glance, it looks like a ring box with a ribbon tied on it.

...It can't really be a ring, can it?

Yi Xiaotian pondered for a while, opened the box, and then stared blankly.

It wasn't a ring or any other expensive accessories. On the dark blue velvet lining, there was a small white wool felt pendant. He casually picked it up and looked at it. It was a chubby little sheep with a naive attitude.

Yi Xiaotian couldn't help laughing, the corners of his eyes and brows were flying, "You did it?"

"I learned from Yang Jingqiu."

To be honest, Yu Chen reached out to him, "Give me the phone and the pendant."

Yi Xiaotian knew what he wanted to do, obediently took out his mobile phone and handed it up together, then watched Yu Chen nimbly removed his mobile phone case and attached the small pendant.

Yu Chen has a pair of hands that are very suitable for playing the piano. The nails are neatly trimmed, the knuckles are slender, and the joints are well defined. Every movement seems to have a halo.

These hands, just now...

Yi Xiaotian cleared his throat suddenly, and Yu Chen looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

"No."

Yi Xiaotian rubbed the tip of his nose, and silently recited the core values ​​of socialism in his heart. Only then did he feel that the eager enthusiasm in his heart was pushed back. He tried his best to take his eyes off the hands he loved so much. Pulling it away, he changed the subject and said, "Why did you choose a sheep?"

Putting the phone case back on, Yu Chen put his phone and Yi Xiaotian's phone together, so the two wool felt animals were also next to each other. He fiddled with the lamb and raised his eyelids to look at Yi Xiaotian. God, "You nicknamed me yourself, saying that I would only be in a daze when I was beaten, like a sheep."

He paused, then raised his eyebrows again, "By the way, it seems that you were the one who hit me."

"nonsense!"

Yi Xiaotian's voice was instantly raised, "Impossible! How could I be willing to beat you! When did this happen! You must have misremembered!"

Yu Chen crossed her arms and leaned against the bed, looking at him leisurely, "In the first semester of kindergarten, the day the teacher taught us to tie our shoes."

"...Fuck? You can still remember what happened at that time?"

Yi Xiaotian was shocked.

At that time, Yi Xiaotian's mother hadn't happened yet. Although he and Yu Chen grew up together, their relationship was not as close as it was later. Yi Xiaotian was the king of children when he was young, and he was lively and active. He is not in good health and doesn't like to play, and the two don't meet often.

Later, when I went to kindergarten, I could see him every day, but Yu Chen was also an unusual person, wearing a mask and sitting in a corner playing with himself every day. For some reason, Yi Xiaotian just liked to provoke him when he had nothing to do.

Snatch his toys, draw a lamb in his picture book, or walk behind him and poke him quickly, and call him random nicknames.

Yu Chen is the key protection object of the teachers. Yi Xiaotian knew that he was not in good health, so he didn't bully him too much. Rather than saying that he was cheap, it was more like wanting to attract the little boy's attention. Just quiet, the provocation of Yi Xiaotian has never been invisible, which made Yi Xiaotian feel unfulfilled and even more persistent.

Later, there were other boys in the kindergarten who followed suit to bully Yu Chen, but Yi Xiaotian bumped into him, and ended up being cleaned up by this little overlord on the same day, crying loudly and being picked up by his parents home.

Then Yu Chen was inexplicably covered by Yi Xiaotian.

After such a recollection of the cause and effect, Yi Xiaotian realized that such a thing really happened, and suddenly felt a little guilty. Yu Chen was looking at him with a half-smile in his eyes.

So Yi Xiaotian cleared his throat, and sat upright, "Then what, young and old. Or, you poke it back? I promise not to resist!"

Yu Chen laughed softly, and said after a while, "Okay, it's getting late, you should go back."

"what?"

Yi Xiaotian glanced at the time and found that it was past ten o'clock, so he muttered sullenly, "Why does time go by so fast."

Yu Chen raised the corners of her lips and tilted her head to look at him, "Or you stay tonight?"

"?!"

Yi Xiaotian suddenly jumped up as if he had been stabbed, his face flushed in a panic, "No, no, let's forget it!"

...he wasn't ready for it yet.

He cleared his throat again, "Then what, next time, next time."

Yu Chen finally couldn't help laughing, Yi Xiaotian immediately saw that he was joking just now, and his face was full of sadness.

After tidying up briefly, Yi Xiaotian took out a box from his backpack before leaving, "Here, that or something, a gift."

Yu Chen took it with a bent eye, "Thank you."

This polite tone made people inexplicably embarrassed. Yi Xiaotian smacked his mouth and said, "Remember to set it up according to the manual later."

Yu Chen nodded meekly and asked, "What is this?"

Yi Xiaotian rubbed his nose, and suddenly laughed, "Blue Bird."

After Yi Xiaotian left, Yu Chen sat down at the desk and opened the small box. This thing Yi Xiaotian called "Blue Bird", but there were three words printed on the box inside: Cuckoo Machine.

—It’s all poultry anyway.

Inside is a small round machine the size of a palm, with an instruction manual and a roll of thermal induction paper attached. Yu Chen followed the instruction manual to power on the little thing and connect it to the Internet. While studying, there was a prompt sound from the little thing, followed by It is the sound of "clicking" printing.

Like a supermarket cash register slip, the note spit out from this little thing bit by bit, Yu Chen blinked, stretched out his hand to tear it off and held it in front of his eyes.

On the note is a stick figure.

Two little boys, one with dog ears and the other with sheep horns on their heads, wagging their tails, holding hands, dancing in a circle to the jumping notes.

The two villains are charmingly naive, and their movements and expressions are vivid.

Yu Chen couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

Kakaka.

Another one.

What spit out this time is someone's handwritten note, which was written flamboyantly: From now on, this stupid bird will help me deliver the letter. Happy Valentine's Day, Chenchen, my boyfriend who loves you forever