are you straight

Song Ji woke up in Jiang Zhilu's arms. He saw Jiang Zhilu's chin as soon as he opened his eyes. He was so sleepy that he didn't realize why they were so close.

A few seconds later, Song Ji glanced into the bed, Jiang Zhilu was hugging him, and he was leaning against Jiang Zhilu's arms.

The quilt that he rolled into a caterpillar before he went to bed was gone!

His hands and feet are still wrapped around Jiang Zhilu's body!

What the hell did he do last night?

Song Ji closed his eyes and began to think about it, but he couldn't think of anything. Before he went to bed last night, there was a narrow gap between him and Jiang Zhilu. When he opened his eyes, there was no sense of distance.

After some worries, Song Ji immediately calmed down again. He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhi's face steadily. There was some stubble on his chin, but it didn't affect Jiang Zhilu's handsome appearance at all, but added a sense of decadence , even more charming.

The broken hair in front of the forehead fell to the corner of the eyes, Song Ji raised his hand to pick up the strand of broken hair and let it return to the forehead.

It turned out that Jiang Zhilu was so obedient when he fell asleep. Song Ji looked at Jiang Zhilu's forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, chin and Adam's apple, and then looked at it several times again if he was not satisfied. If Zhiri opened his eyes, he would definitely see greed in his eyes.

He wanted so much to be able to see this face every morning.

But when Song Ji thought that one day in the future, there would be someone lying beside Jiang Zhilu openly, looking at him, kissing him, and playing with him on the bed without any scruples, he couldn't help it...

Can't help being sad.

It is very difficult to go straight and bend, and the possibility is very small.

After 10 minutes like this, Song Ji suddenly got out of the sad state, and Jiang Zhilu should wake up later.

Song Ji's legs were caught between Jiang Zhilu's legs, he tried to pull them out carefully, but he didn't know if it was his problem or Jiang Zhilu's, the two feet were still tightly stuck together under the blanket.

After some attempts to no avail, Song Ji gave up decisively.

He started to break from the easy ones.

Jiang Zhilu's hand was on his waist, Song Ji stretched his hand to his waist and gently grabbed Jiang Zhilu's hand, then slowly lifted it away from his waist...

Originally, Song Ji's hand was just grabbing Jiang Zhilu's fingers, but suddenly he felt the force of the reverse grip, Jiang Zhilu took his hand and pressed it back to his waist.

Song Ji: ... all his efforts were in vain.

The current situation under the quilt is that Song Ji half-wrapped him with one hand, and Jiang Zhilu put another hand around him and put it on his waist.

Song Ji glanced at Jiang Zhilu, who still had his eyes closed, not sure if he was awake or not.

He called Jiang Zhilu softly.

The other party did not respond.

Song Ji sighed, put his head on Jiang Zhilu's chest, and muttered, "Are you awake or not?"

It's really tormenting if it goes on like this, what should I do if I react, but he always wants to go on like this, let Jiang Zhilu hug him for a while, after waking up, he can't hug him anymore, everything goes back to the boundary of friends.

Song Ji heard a slight movement above his head, he raised his head and bumped into a hard object, and the other party hissed.

"Did I hit you?" Song Ji asked quickly.

Jiang Zhilu's voice just woke up was a little low and lazy, with some lazy voice: "It's okay."

The voice was next to Song Ji's ear, he could feel his breath tickling, Song Ji closed his eyes forcefully, and then quickly woke up.

He withdrew his hand from Jiang Zhilu's, but couldn't move it.

Song Ji:?

"Aren't you going to get up?" Song Ji asked softly.

Jiang Zhilu said, "The alarm clock hasn't rung yet."

Before going to bed yesterday, Song Ji set the alarm clock for 10 o'clock.

It turns out that it's not ten o'clock yet.

Jiang Zhilu let go of Song Ji's hand, and let go of his feet under the quilt. Song Ji felt loose, and pulled his legs out with a light twitch.

Song Ji left Jiang Zhilu's embrace and lay back on his pillow, feeling extremely delicate, neither good nor bad.

"Last night I..."

"You last night..."

The two spoke together.

Song Ji turned to look at Jiang Zhilu: "Did I sleep very noisy last night?"

Jiang Zhilu also turned to look at Song Ji, and after a few seconds, he said, "Well, it's very noisy."

Song Ji's face turned red when he got the reply, and his ears were bloodshot instantly.

"I obviously wrapped myself in a quilt, how could I still..." Make a fuss?

Song Ji paused: "Did I bother you?"

If so, Song Ji plans to open another room in the afternoon.

"No." Jiang Zhilu said seriously, "I didn't disturb you."

Song Ji asked uncertainly: "If it bothers you, I can open an extra room."

Jiang Zhilu said: "No need, this is very good."

Song Ji let out an ah, but didn't speak again.

Song Ji heard Jiang Zhilu ask: "Do you want to know how you broke free from your quilt to grab mine last night?"

???

He replied without hesitation: "No."

Then immediately sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "I'm going to wash up first."

Before he could finish speaking, he rushed into the bathroom.

Who would want to know such a shameful thing!

Jiang Zhilu looked at Song Ji's flustered expression and smiled silently.

Last night, he actually hugged Song Ji into his arms.

The concert started at [-]:[-] p.m. Song Ji and Jiang Zhilu lined up at the scene at [-]:[-] p.m. It took nearly an hour to enter the venue.

The seats of the two are not next to each other, one is the front row and the other is the VIP seat, the VIP seat is the ticket that Song Ji grabs for himself, the ticket for the support club is the front row, because this seat can better capture the stage.

There are already a lot of sisters sitting in the front row, all of them are holding long guns short guns and tripods in front of them.

It's not that there are no station brothers, but very few, one in twenty.

Song Ji brought two cameras, one as a spare.

Jiang Zhilu helped Song Ji carry the backpack: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Song Ji was really afraid that Jiang Zhilu would feel bored, because watching things he wasn't interested in would make him feel very boring, and this concert was quite long.

"Would you like to try taking pictures? I'll help you adjust the equipment and you can just zoom in and press the shutter," Song Ji said.

In fact, it’s not very good. To be honest, the lighting and environment need to be adjusted, but Jiang Zhilu can’t. Song Ji can only adjust the aperture and exposure rate according to the previous indoors.

Jiang Zhilu nodded: "I can try."

Song Ji gave him the camera and taught him how to zoom in, how to press the shutter, and some simple basics.

Song Ji asked: "Do you know what Jiang Yanzhi looks like?"

Jiang Zhilu: "I don't know."

……

"I showed you what he looked like before."

"forget."

Song Ji was surrounded by fans of Jiang Zhiyan, and he could feel the eyes of all the sisters.

Song Ji asked: "Then would you like to try taking a picture?"

Jiang Zhilu unscrewed the lens cap, turned on the camera according to the method Song Ji taught him, and then raised the camera to look at the eyepiece with one eye.

The flash flashed, and Jiang Zhilu took a photo of Song Ji.

Song Ji looked at Jiang Zhilu in surprise, and Jiang Zhilu was looking at the photo he just took, a half-length photo of Song Ji.

Because Jiang Zhilu's hand was steady and the focus was right on, the shot was very clear, but Song Ji's expression was not very good, he looked at the front with a dazed face, looking dumbfounded.

Song Ji came over to take a look, and thought it was not very good-looking, his expression was too dull.But he was not willing to ask Jiang Zhilu to delete it, because this was the first photo Jiang Zhilu took of him, and it was also the first time Jiang Zhilu took a photo with a SLR.

Both of these prove that the photo is very meaningful.

Jiang Zhilu smiled: "It's quite interesting."

Song Ji thought: Just as long as you find it interesting.

"Then you can shoot, anyone can shoot, you don't need to shoot anyone."

After Song Ji explained to Jiang Zhilu, he returned to his seat. He was relieved. It is better to do something better than nothing.

Just after 7 o'clock, the screen on the stage started to play the VCR, the fans on the field screamed collectively, and the support sticks and support lights were turned on.

A 3-hour music carnival officially began.

The author has something to say: ~ There is a state of chasing stars with npy who is not chasing stars.