Read Ba Zong's novels and was caught by a bamboo horse

After parting at the crossroads, Song Yi rejected Lin Yu and sent him home. Does a gentleman need a man to send him home?impossible!

He opened the door unsteadily, closed the door and leaned against the wall, the fire in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

The dim chandelier casts a hazy sense of love and desire on people's faces.

After entering the room, I put my schoolbag on the chair, went to the closet and found a newly bought pajamas, took the laptop and went to the bathroom, ready to enjoy it.

After the relief, he felt a lot more relaxed. He stood up and walked to the sink, turned on the tap and rinsed his face. The blush on his face disappeared a lot, but he could still see the aftertaste just now.

Song Yi raised his hand to wipe off most of the mist on the mirror, and the water droplets slowly left along the traces. He only saw his clear and flushed face, and he twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

It must have been with the boy for a long time. He tried to numb himself like this, but the short-term brainwashing didn't change anything. Some thoughts appeared in his mind, and he would do this kind of thing more than once in the future.

This bath can no longer be soaked, Song Yi turned on the shower, rinsed and wiped briefly, put on pajamas, picked up the notebook and returned to the bedroom.

After putting away the notebook, he felt his stomach growling, and walked from the bedroom to the kitchen barefoot.

Opened the fridge, only fresh vegetables, no ready meals.

He just remembered that the nanny asked for leave today, pouted helplessly, closed the refrigerator door and returned to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, swinging his legs, he clicked on the takeaway software and thought about ordering something for himself. The pictures of the dishes in the takeaway were so lifelike that Song Yi wanted to drool.

In a blink of an eye, he saw a shop selling homemade stir-fry, and he ordered some home-cooked dishes. He thought that the pictures Lin Yu gave him before were not much different from the ones in the shop.

He accidentally opened the chat software, stared at the dialog box with Lin Yu in a daze, thinking about how to start it better.

"Are you there?" It seemed too morose.

"Are you home?" It was a bit too concerned.

"I have something to do with you." This is too strong.

Song Yi, who struggled with the opening remarks for a long time, abruptly typed three words and a question mark into the dialogue box.

Click Send.

[No. [-] in the world]: Have you eaten?

Song Yi looked at his greeting with satisfaction, thoughtful yet polite, caring yet rigorous, these three simple words used the current situation to the extreme.

I tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but I didn't see Lin Yuhui saying a word, maybe he was really busy, and no one was as busy as himself all day long.

If you don’t do your homework in the morning, you can only estimate your test scores. If you don’t read your textbooks, they will pile up.

None of these four sentences are in line with my learning status. My father only asks me to stay in school until the third year of high school, and I don’t need to worry about other things. Now that I think about it, I feel that my life is too comfortable.

After waiting for a long time without hearing from Lin Yu, Song Yi compromised and ordered takeaway.

Just as he was still counting whether there were 253 or 254 lines on the ceiling, the phone finally rang.

Song Yi excitedly picked up his phone, and when he saw that it was a takeaway call, he felt lost for a moment.

After receiving the call, Song Yi heard that the boss said guiltily that the ingredients in the store were sold out, and asked him to come back to buy them tomorrow, saying that he was very sorry.

Hanging up the phone perfunctorily, and falling into the stage of starvation again, it is not a problem to continue to wait for the takeaway, so I just do it myself, who can cook noodles.

Wearing slippers, he walked to the kitchen door, opened the refrigerator door, and took an egg and a bag of noodles.

Turning around to look at the pots and utensils in the kitchen, he stood there in a daze.

There are five pots in the kitchen, big ones, small ones, round ones, flat ones, and I didn't know how to choose.

I simply picked a small pot, which is convenient for cooking and washing.

First fried eggs, Song Yi looked at the oil splashing everywhere in the pan, and didn't know how to put the eggs in. If he had a motorcycle helmet and protective clothing, he would definitely go up and beat the eggs in easily.

But now...

Song Yi dashed forward, quickly cracked the eggshell in half, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Hiss—" Oil splashed his hands, and the eggs in the pot were already shattered.

Turn off the heat and wait for the oil in the pan to cool down before taking the eggs out of the pan.

There is no one who can burn himself by frying an egg.

Song Yi looked at the red spot on the back of his hand, which was neither big nor small, and it should have been splashed by a larger oil droplet.

Walking to the sink, I turned on the faucet to rinse the back of my hands that had started to turn red.

The noodles still need to be cooked, after all, I can eat anything when I am hungry.

Reluctantly, Song Yi cooked a bowl of egg noodles for himself and went to the bedroom with the bowl.

Picking up the phone, I saw Lin Yu texting him back.

He didn't come back sooner or later, but now he came back after the noodles were cooked, Song Yi wanted to put the noodles on his forehead.

Click to open the dialog.

[Fish]: I just ate it, how about you, have you eaten it yet?

I'm ashamed to ask, if it wasn't for waiting for your reply, I would have already eaten and drank enough.

Song Yi looked at the lumpy face in front of him, and sighed inwardly, but he still had to put on a face.

[No. [-] in the world]: The food is really good.

No matter how unpalatable the noodles he cooks, he has to eat them. This is what he thought after cooking. After eating it, he realized that this idea might not be realistic.

Frowning, he swallowed the noodles in his mouth abruptly, chewing the half-baked noodles with a smell of flour, Song Yi forced himself to stuff the noodles into his mouth.

After finally eating half of it, a video call invitation came from the phone.

It was Lin Yu who called.

Surprised that half of the noodles in his mouth were still hanging out, he ate the noodles in a panic and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Who would have thought that there would be such a video call all of a sudden, Song Yi, who meant to hang up the phone, swipe the phone and click to answer.

After the phone was stuck for a second, Song Yi was stunned when he saw Lin Yu's pretty face.

Lin Yu seemed a little tired, and found that Song Yi had a flash of surprise in his eyes after connecting the video, and then smiled lightly, and a burst of electricity came from his peach blossom eyes, which made Song Yi's heart tremble.

Song Yi looked down at the bad noodles in his bowl, and wanted to hide him in a panic.

Naihe Linyu has already seen it.

"Is this what you said about eating a thief?"

Listening to Lin Yu's ridicule, Song Yi felt very uncomfortable, after all, he ate so late to wait for his reply.

"Who told you to reply so slowly?"

"Then I guess, you want to have dinner with me."

Song Yi, who was right by Lin Yucai, felt sour and sweet in his heart, sour because he guessed it right, and sweet because Lin Yu understood him very well.

Lin Yu smiled at Song Yi's awkward expression.

"I thought you wouldn't pick it up, but I'm too tired now and want to charge the battery for a while."

Song Yi is confused, isn't charging with a charger?

"I'll be much better off seeing you."

Song Yi looked at Lin Yu and blinked tiredly, as if he was really tired, but he didn't know how to care.

"Song Yi."

"Ok?"

Hearing Lin Yu called his name, he naturally responded.

"How do you remember me?"

Song Yi's eyes trembled violently, recalling the night when he knew Lin Yujiu Xiaoyu.

that night.

"Little fish!" Song Yi looked grim, and sat up abruptly from the bed, glanced at the empty room, had that dream again, and admired himself, obviously after so long, that person, those things seemed to be reminding him He can't forget, even though he has a bad memory, he can remember one thing for seven or eight years.

Song gasped for breath, curled the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating manner, and was still holding the black-screened mobile phone in his hand.

He looked up at the window, the night was quiet, the moon hung high, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the fluffy grass on the table.

Song Yi had such an illusion for a moment, connecting all the things in the past few days together, the name, the profile picture, and the familiar feeling of meeting for the first time, all of these are too like Xiaoyu.

If it is not a coincidence, then the person in memory...

Song Yi's hand holding the phone trembled, his joints were glaringly white, he didn't dare to think about it, everything was guiding him, his mind was full of Lin Yu's face, his face and the memories deep in his memory People merged together.

He couldn't accept it, but it was the truth.

For eight years, the person who has been tormenting him at night is Lin Yu.

Now I didn't expect that Lin Yu would reconcile with him, and even said that he wanted to pursue himself, everything was too dramatic.

Song Yi looked up at the phone screen, met Lin Yuzhi's gaze, and said slowly, "I have never forgotten you."

[The author has something to say: You can still watch the deleted version, the original text is in the group~]