[Tuyan] Yimu

P-Poison (poison)

An Yan didn't know what he ate, he got food poisoning, and he started vomiting and diarrhea in the middle of the night.Shen Tu signaled to take him to the clinic, but An Yan struggled and resisted violently. He only took some over-the-counter medicine that Shen Tu brought back, and fell into the bed weakly.Even his head was wrapped in the quilt, and he shrunk into a ball on the bed in pain.

Shen Tu frowned and looked at the big ball on the bed, with a bit of helplessness mixed in his cold tone: "Not going?"

A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Isn't there medicine, this little problem will be cured in a while."

The dim bedside lamp was on, and Shen Tu was sitting on the small sofa, leaning against the back of the sofa, staring seriously at the quilt wrapped around An Yan.No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like a small problem.An Yanmao remained motionless in the bed, Shen Tu couldn't sit still and stood up and walked to the bed, raised the curtains and looked outside, the sky was still dark.It was three or four hours before the usual working hours of the clinic.

Shen Tu's eyes were concentrated outside the window, and An Yan looked at his silhouette in the faint moonlight through the slit opened by the quilt.

Isn't this medicine?It is still the legendary one that can bring people back to life. [1]

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[1]: Adapted from a famous sentence in Zhang Ailing's novel, "You are the medicine that heals me".

O-Onion (onion)

Lunch is steak eaten out.

An Yan inserted a piece of onion on the plate with a fork, looked at the fork and hummed suddenly: "If you are willing to peel my heart layer by layer..."

Shen Tu doesn't like listening to music very much.

When An Yan washes up, he likes to play his own mp3 list in and out of the room, plausibly saying that this is to relieve the loneliness of not being able to talk while brushing his teeth.So Shen Tu was also forced to listen to a lot of popular, dated, popular and niche songs.Some of them were even played repeatedly by random play and repeated singles, which made his ears callused, and he could hum along with them softly.

He knew that An Yan sang "Onion" just now, pursed his lips, and answered with some amusement: "What will I find?"

This is just another sentence in the daily jokes between the two, but An Yan's hand cutting the steak suddenly froze.

You will, find out what.

The wrist that was stiff for half a beat soon moved again, and An Yan sang cheerfully as if nothing had happened: "You will find—the left ventricle, the right ventricle, the left atrium, the right atrium, and the heart valves!" Laughing loudly, let Shentu hold his forehead, lowered his eyes and cursed, really wanted to tell the waiter next to him who was staring at this table that he didn't know you.

The laughter and exaggerated body movements barely fooled An Yan's panic.Because he sang seriously for a while, he forgot his concealment, and when he thought about it later, he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

If it wasn't for Shen Tu's playfulness, interrupting him suddenly, and continuing to sing along with the original lyrics, those things that cannot be said now will definitely be noticed by Shen Tu who knows him too well.

(You'll find/You'll be surprised/You're my most repressed deepest secret.)

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[1]: The original stem comes from the Internet.

N-Nonsense

At the time Shayne and Yann walked into the dining hall, awaiter recognized their faces and soon came along, directed them to the empty table where they usually took near the window.

"What's the order for today" Thewaitersaidinadelightedtonewhilehewaspullingoutthemenu, "nicetoseeyoucouplehereagain."

Jesus Christ...What'sthenonsensegoingonnow"No,wearenot...Imean,the'couple'thing."

Yannimmediately responded to himwithanawkward expression. He peeked at Shayne, butthe latter looked more than calm, without intending to make anysuggestion.

Ok. As normal, Iguesshewon'tshowanyexpressionanyway, Yanntalkedtohimselfinhismind.

"Oh, sorry for making the assumption..." The waiter looked astonished. Through the glass in the wall, he could watch the two always leaving and returning to the hotel together, and henoticed the atmosphere around them. I thought those were face only belonging to valentines! "I must be wrong, gentlemen," hebow ed deeply to the two guys.

“Nevermind,” Yann was really easy-going person, and he didn’t mean to make the waiterapologize. “We just share one bed because something happened,” relaxed, he said.

And now, both the waiter and Shaynel looked into him, strangely.

Yann made a confused face as if there was a huge question mark standing on his head.

"Did I say something wrong"

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