Tired Bird Knows Return

Chen Yanqing is not unfamiliar with this feeling. When Fucheng was still sleeping with him, he woke up several mornings, and Fucheng was stuck behind him. The basic physiological structure of the boy made Chen Yanqing feel uncomfortable several times. Not to mention my own discomfort, it is not very comfortable to be pushed behind me.

After sleeping for so many days, not mentioning it after waking up should be the greatest tacit understanding they have cultivated, Chen Yanqing Youshen thought, but now, it is not possible to avoid it without mentioning it.

"Fucheng, I'm not very good at kissing."

After Chen Yanqing finished speaking, she tried her best to look at him, seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he lifted up his body and separated his legs, from lying sideways to straddling his legs, only then heard him say, "Brother Calling, I teach you."

"Then, forget it." Chen Yanqing made a gesture to get up, but was quickly pinned down again, "It's not learning from someone, why do you have to ask your brother to learn?"

"I call your brother the head office?" Fu Cheng raised his head slightly resigned to his fate, his arms tightened his arms around his chest, "Don't move."

Chen Yanqing really didn't move, let Fucheng bite his lips lightly, then kissed his lips, then reached the corners of his lips, teasing his mouth like eating a lollipop, and finally poked the wet tip of his tongue into his mouth. His mouth touched the tip of Chen Yanqing's tongue when he couldn't breathe anymore and let out a breath.

Fucheng's very patient practical teaching should have lasted for a long time.

Kissing will take away all people's attention and temporarily disable people's senses. Chen Yanqing feels like this. He grabbed Fu Cheng's shoulder and was forced to retreat by him until he was suddenly let go. Fucheng stared at him, and smiled brightly, "I really can't hold him if we hide any longer."

It wasn't until Chen Yanqing sat up straight again that Fucheng didn't seem to intend to continue, so he reached out to wipe off the water stains at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Is it fun?"

Chen Yanqing nodded deliriously, then shook his head quickly, "I'm sleepy," he broke free from his arms after speaking, and then ran downstairs non-stop.

The roof door opened and closed, Chen Yanqing naturally didn't see it, Fucheng sat there for a while, blowing some cool wind, when he stood up again, he jumped slightly on the spot, lowered his head to confirm that nothing was wrong. Followed downstairs.

The next day, when Tang Ping opened the door to call for someone, she was taken aback for a moment, looked at the person sitting at the desk and asked, "Yanqing, what day is it today, you wake up so early?"

"I woke up when I woke up." Chen Yanqing turned his back to her and supported his head with one hand. He either woke up early or didn't sleep much at all. He didn't know why. Fucheng kissed him several times, but last night's This time, let him stay up all night, even now, as long as he thinks about it, his heart is still tight, as if someone has tied a knot.

"Then come out and have breakfast, I'm going to work first," Tang Ping was about to close the door, and stopped again, "By the way, you said that I will make an extra portion for breakfast when you come down to Fucheng, you go to class after eating, I'll come back to wash the dishes at night."

"understood."

Not long after Tang Ping left, there was a knock on the door. Chen Yanqing had just washed up, rushed to the back of the door, swallowed for no reason before opening the door.

"Is it Chen Yanqing's family?"

A man in gray overalls stood outside, looking at him and asking.

Chen Yanqing nodded.

"This is the milk that your family ordered."

"I didn't order it."

The milkman took out the receipt and looked at it, "It's from your house, did my parents order it?"

"I ordered it," Fu Cheng came down from the stairs at this time, and took the milk in his hand, "Thank you for your hard work."

The milkman said, "It's okay, I'll bring it up if you don't have a milk crate in your house. If you order a milk crate for one year, do you think it's necessary?"

"Well, renew the subscription for one year, let's install it tomorrow."

"it is good."

The milkman left happily, and Chen Yanqing took the door and followed him back to the house, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"Forgot," Fu Cheng sat down at the dining table while talking, looked at him again and asked, "Aren't you asleep?"

"Sleep, how could it be possible that you haven't slept?" Chen Yanqing sat across from him, and lifted the lid of the porridge cup, knowing that he was looking at her, so she didn't raise her head, "Hurry up and eat, it will be cold in a while."

After getting the milk box, Chen Yanqing and Fucheng went downstairs after breakfast, and took the milk by the way before going to class. The two of them went in and out together for a long time, and the teachers in the dormitory were also used to it. Several teachers that Ping is familiar with, they will walk and chat with them, but most of them are concerned about Liang Yue upstairs who is almost approaching the due date, so they will talk about when they have a baby, but about Liang Yue and Chen Yanqing couldn't say one, two, three, and Fucheng couldn't even answer.

The results of the monthly exam were released, and Chen Yanqing squeezed into the top [-] of the sophomore liberal arts ranking. Among the densely packed names on the bulletin board, he saw Fucheng in the ranking of the science class at a glance. Yuan Ye followed him, and saw it too, his eyes trembling. He trembled, "No way, Chen Yanqing, that guy in Fucheng doesn't take much class, there must be something shady about this!"

Chen Yanqing withdrew his gaze, turned to go to Building B, and said, "I don't know if he has shady plots, but you definitely don't."

"I," Yuan Ye exclaimed, "what's wrong with the 97th place? I'm too lazy to write so many questions. I write seriously. The top [-] is not a problem."

"Oh, the attitude is very correct, and you must maintain it when you go back to the college entrance examination."

"Sigh~"

"Hey, Duan Xiaoming!" Chen Yanqing yelled to the front, and quickly chased after him. Duan Xiaoming broke away from several people who were traveling with him, and waited for him to come up to him before saying, "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay, count the days, have those flowers all withered?"

"No, it's fine." Duan Xiaoming walked side by side with him, Yuan Ye followed, and asked from the other side, "What flower?"

"Yanqing sent me a bouquet of flowers," he said, "I branched and raised them, and it hasn't changed much."

"When did Chen Yanqing learn to be romantic?" Yuan Ye couldn't help sighing again, "I haven't seen anything given to me since I was a child."

"...doesn't toilet paper count?"

"I'll cut you to death!"

Duan Xiaoming laughed for a while, and when they reached the teaching building, they scattered back to the classroom.

Tang Ping was probably dragged away by the students again, and when Chen Yanqing arrived home from his evening class, there was no one at home.

Fucheng sometimes doesn't have evening class, so I didn't meet him after class. I don't know if he was sleeping at home or playing games again. Chen Yanqing took off his school uniform and stuffed it into the washing machine, then stood there in a daze. During this time, he was thinking like this There were many moments when Cheng was doing something, he moved two steps, and walked to the vanity mirror of the sink, the person in the mirror was a little dull, with the words 'high school student' written all over his face, Chen Yanqing got annoyed for no reason, Turned on the faucet to wash his face, and took another look, but it still didn't look like it, not like the feeling on Fu Cheng's body.

While thinking about it, there was a sudden dull sound upstairs, the structure of upstairs and downstairs was the same, Chen Yanqing stood in the bathroom, the alarm bell was set off by such a sound, and ran upstairs.

"Fucheng, open the door!" He knocked on the door vigorously, but there was no answer.

"Is Teacher Liang here, open the door quickly!!"

"What are you doing?"

Just as Fu Cheng came up, he stood on the steps and looked at him with his chin raised, "I'm here."

Chen Yanqing couldn't speak in a panic, "You open the door quickly, I heard it!"

"What's the noise?" Fucheng walked up suspiciously, and when he reached his side, Chen Yanqing grabbed him and said, "Hurry up, open the bathroom, I don't know if Teacher Liang fell!"

Fu Cheng didn't say anything, but his movements were quick. After the door opened, there was no one in the living room. Chen Yanqing followed him and ran towards the bathroom, but he was so shocked by the scene inside that he couldn't move for a long time.

Fucheng had already gone in, and when he came out, he was holding Liang Yue whose legs were covered in blood.

"Chen Yanqing, tell Yang Xiangan to drive. I'll wait for him downstairs."

Fucheng didn't wait for him to reply, and went downstairs with the man in his arms. Chen Yanqing rushed to the phone and called Yang Xiangan's house, and the call was quickly connected.

"Hey, hey, Teacher Yang, go downstairs, Liang Yue, Liang Yue is bleeding!"

After half an hour.

Fu Minghan arrived at the emergency room drunk, and Fu Cheng sat in the waiting area outside, the blood on his hands had dried.

Yang Xiangan led Fu Minghan inside, Tang Ping probably heard the sound, came out from the inside, and welcomed Fu Minghan in, Chen Yanqing stood there, nurses, doctors and patients walked past him in disorder, but he was a little busy. Can't help either.

"Come and sit."

Fu Cheng said to him at this time.

When Chen Yanqing heard it, she turned around and knelt down in front of him, "Are you okay?"

"fine."

"Teacher Liang and the baby will be fine," Chen Yanqing said, took his hand, stretched his sleeves again, pinched the cuffs in his palms, and wiped the blood on his palms little by little, "Are you Are you scared?"

Fu Cheng was silent for a while, then admitted, "A little bit."

"You saved her, don't be afraid."

"Well," Fu Cheng shrank his hands, "Take me to the bathroom to wash."

"it is good."

Chen Yanqing pulled him up, headed towards the sign, found a bathroom at the end, and after Fucheng entered, he turned on the faucet. The bloody water was washed away by the water, and the water flow changed from red to brown to brown, until finally it became widowed. Indifferent, Fucheng never moved away.

On a day in November, the water flow was already as cold as icicles. Chen Yanqing turned off the faucet and wrapped his hands in his palms again. Seeming that it was useless, he took his hands and put them into his coat and hung them around his waist. Come on, tighten the jacket, "Wuannuan first."

The hands were also tightened around his waist, Fucheng hugged him into his arms, his face was buried in the socket of his neck, and he was breathing very hard.

Chen Yanqing didn't quite understand why Fucheng looked so sad.

He had no choice but to pat him on the back lightly, saying over and over again, it's all right, nothing will happen.

But at that moment, Fu Cheng suddenly said to him, "Maybe I should go back later."

"Fucheng..." Chen Yanqing heard it right. His words were terrifying, but what was even more frightening was that Chen Yanqing, who was enveloped by Fucheng's emotions, felt his approval for a moment, and felt that he really had a reason to do that. .

"Chen Yanqing," Fu Cheng hugged him a little tighter, causing him some pain, "Every minute and every second in the future, I will regret that I opened that door today."