And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Sheng Zhixin held the phone, his heart beating a little fast.

He didn't hang up the phone, and walked slowly towards the door.

The moment he pressed the doorknob, he closed his eyes subconsciously, but there was a smile in the man's voice: "What? I haven't seen you for so long, don't you even want to look at me?"

Sheng Zhixin opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the person outside the door with an incredulous expression on his face.

Wen Gu's eyes were full of helplessness and love, and he opened his arms to him: "Did you not hug Mr. Xiao Sheng when you went home? The novelty has passed?"

Sheng Zhixin moved his lips, suddenly stuffed the phone into his pocket, and then he rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Wen Gu received a starlet who threw himself into his arms, closed the door contentedly, and lowered his head to press a kiss on his lips: "Miss me?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded.

The pleasant woody fragrance hit the tip of his nose again, making him more addicted to its gentleness.

It's strange to say that even though the clothes and bedding at home have been soaked in aromatherapy for a long time, they are also full of woody smell, but he just thinks that the smell of Wen Gu's body is the best.

Sheng Zhixin looked up, and asked with a bit of grievance and expectation: "Didn't you say it will be a long time? Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Of course I came back early after work," Wen Gu said. "Is this surprising?"

Sheng Zhixin blinked, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly covered it up: "Are you tired from work?"

"Fortunately."

Wen Gu paused for a moment, then asked again: "How is this time? Have you been bullied?"

"No."

Sheng Zhixin frowned: "Am I someone who is easily bullied?"

Wen Gu couldn't help it anymore, pinched his face: "Isn't it?"

Seems to make sense.

After listening for a long time, Sheng Zhixin didn't hear what he wanted to hear the most, but he couldn't ask, so he could only stand with his arms in his arms.

Wen Gu patted his head: "Okay, it's so late, go to sleep, don't worry about singing, I can write tomorrow."

This meant driving him to sleep.

Sheng Zhixin slowly let go of his holding hand, said "oh" in a low voice, turned around and was about to leave, but the man called him from behind: "Stop."

Wen Gu's voice seemed to hate iron for being weak: "I let you go, are you really going, Sheng Zhixin?"

Sheng Zhixin looked back at him in some confusion.

"You... what did we say before?" Wen Gu walked over slowly, "Did you make an appointment to tell the other party no matter what unhappiness or grievance you have?"

"I......"

"If I don't ask, are you going to keep holding back in your heart, and then label me as not paying attention to details?"

With a sullen face, Wen Gu pinched his face and pulled him to the side: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, I said that I have a bad temper, and I'm afraid I will run you away, so can you tell me everything in the future?"

He looked at Xiao Xingxing's stubborn little deer eyes, and he could only sigh helplessly: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, is asking your boyfriend to accompany you to spend Qixi Festival, is it something difficult to talk about?"

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment: "I thought you forgot..."

"Can you forget such an important thing?"

Wen Gu frowned: "I'm not your heartless ex-boyfriend. I know what's important and what you care about. I just wanted to tease you and ask you to beg me, but you left without saying a word. I didn't buy it for nothing." A flight back home in the middle of the night?"

"You...you came back today specially to spend the holiday with me?"

Sheng Zhixin really couldn't believe it.

He has never been loved so directly and tenderly since he was a child, and subconsciously he still feels that he is a child who lacks love, so he unconsciously thinks that he is not qualified to make conditions.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen," he lowered his head slightly, covering his red eyes, "it's my fault."

Wen Gu hugged him into his arms: "What are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong."

Sheng Zhixin grabbed his clothes tightly and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The man in front of him always understood him.

Knowing his little thoughts, understanding his little hobbies, no matter how big or small, makes people trapped in the gentle town and can't get out.

"Mr. Xiaosheng, I'm your boyfriend, not a mind-reading expert," Wen Gu said, "So if you have any requests or grievances, remember to bring them up, otherwise what if I can't figure it out?"

Sheng Zhixin said sullenly, "I know, I was wrong."

Immediately afterwards, his chin was pinched and he was forced to raise his face.

"I told you not to apologize, you must listen." Wen Gu gently kissed the little mole on the tip of his nose, "Since this is the case, shouldn't the disobedient kid Sheng Zhixin give me some compensation?"

***

Because he was thinking about going out the next day, Wen Gu didn't bother Sheng Zhixin until it was too late.

When he was young and just realized his sexual orientation, Sheng Zhixin also tried his best to get a few films for enlightenment from many places.

Most of those films were shot rough, and the actors acted roughly, often quite violently, and they didn't just do that without proper appeasement.

So he's actually been kind of scared of these things all the time.

But Wen Gu was very gentle last night, insisting that everything was ready, and asked him several times if he had any questions before starting the next move.

It's very tender from beginning to end, which is very different from those shot in those low-level enlightenment films.There was nothing uncomfortable the next morning either.

It's just that maybe because he was too gentle, he fell asleep in a daze. Later, Wen Gu seemed to hold him to clean up, but he couldn't remember too clearly.

Sheng Zhixin hugged the quilt and let out a long sigh, feeling a little embarrassed, but also a little inexplicably happy.

This person is completely his own.

After lying down for a while, he got out of bed slowly, and just after putting on his slippers, he smelled a fragrance.

This is......

Sheng Zhixin went downstairs after washing up briefly, and sure enough, he saw the man's back in the kitchen on the first floor.

Some soft place in his heart seemed to be poked by something, he ran towards him eagerly, and hugged Wen Gu from behind.

Wen Gu was hugged suddenly, turned his head and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Sheng Zhixin looked up and exchanged a long good morning kiss with him.

After a kiss, he whispered, "Would it be too hard for you to get up and cook in the morning?"

"It won't take long," Wen Gu said, spreading two slices of toasted bread with jam, putting it on a plate and handing it to him, "Take it to the table."

Sheng Zhixin took the plate, and a restrained but completely uncontrollable smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He put the plate on the dining table, quietly raised his head to glance at Wen Gu, then lowered his head to cover up, and looked up again after a while.

He didn't know if it was his own illusion or what, but he always felt that this person was good-looking and had a good figure, so he looked good even in an apron.

There are tens of thousands of people who like Wen Gu's songs and Wen Gu.They have seen him in costumes and suits, but they have never seen him in an apron making breakfast for his lover.

Really lucky myself.

Wen Gu said that he came back to spend the holidays with him, so he really put off everything and concentrated on being with him, not even a phone call to talk about work.

Sheng Zhixin took a sip of milk, suddenly remembered a certain detail, and felt a little strange: "Mr. Wen, how do you know that I want you to accompany me to spend Qixi Festival?"

Wen Gu paused for a while while peeling the oranges for him, and threw a few petals of the oranges onto his plate: "Isn't it natural to spend holidays with your boyfriend?"

Sheng Zhixin had a second thought and it made sense, so he lowered his head and ate the few pieces of oranges wholeheartedly.

Wen Gu's movements slowed down, he raised his eyes slightly to look at Sheng Zhixin, and sighed inaudibly, feeling a little distressed.

In fact, he had known for a long time that Sheng Zhixin attached great importance to these ceremonial festivals.

Ai Xin was still his student that year, and on Chinese Valentine's Day, Wen Gu asked Ai Xin if he needed to stop a class and go back to be with her boyfriend.

However, Ai Xin showed a trace of disdain on his face: "Such hypocritical festivals like Qixi Festival are all businessmen's gimmicks to attract money, and few people really think about it."

Wen Gu looked at the concert ticket that was randomly thrown on the table, and somewhat disapproved: "But he gave you the ticket, why don't you go?"

"Why should I go with him?" Ai Xin's expression was a bit weird, "Teacher, don't you know that he has a lot of things, I can think about it for a day without replying to the message or answering the phone, and I can spend a day with him and watch the concert." Yes? I feel that my life will be shortened if I stay with him for an hour, I..."

Wen Gu interrupted him: "Since you don't like it, why are you with him?"

Ai Xin laughed a few times: "That's not... other places are okay, do I look pleasing? Let's not talk about this, teacher, if you invite me to a concert or a movie, I will I went to see it."

Thinking about it now, Ai Xin's dirty thoughts were already blatantly on the surface at that time, but he was just bullying himself without knowing it.

It’s just that Sheng Zhixin simply meant that Ai Xin was just busy, not that he didn’t want to spend the holidays with him, and he still foolishly hoped that Ai Xin would be free, even if he had a meal with him.

The more I think about it, the more I feel sorry.

If it was me who met Sheng Zhixin first, I would not be so worried about losing my present happiness because I am afraid that it is the person in front of me.

Thinking of this, he coughed lightly: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, do you have any arrangements for Qixi Festival?"

Sheng Zhixin looked up, with a half circle of "milk mustache" on his lips: "It's good to be at home."

Wen Gu couldn't help laughing, and took out a napkin to wipe his mouth: "Is it just at home?"

"I am very happy when you are at home with me," Sheng Zhixin turned his head a little embarrassedly, "Watch a movie together, and then I will write a song..."

Wen Gu narrowed his eyes: "What kind of song do you want to write? Today is a holiday. The boss wants you to spend Qixi Festival with him."

Sheng Zhixin let out an "oh", then lowered his head and laughed again.

What an easy-to-satisfy silly kid.

Wen Gu took out two tickets from his pocket and pushed them in front of Sheng Zhixin: "Concert tickets, Mr. Xiao Sheng, do you want to accompany the boss to listen and watch?"