After the rain

, pulling the corners of his mouth, soaking his entire face slowly and warmly.

He said: "Holding you, I will have the strength to send you home."

Shen Yan looked at him deeply and said, "Okay."

The display board at the bus stop blocked the light and cast a heavy shadow. Milk Tea curled up at Shen Yan's feet in a daze, and its tail was accidentally stepped on lightly. It meowed and hid the innocent tail in its belly.

The breath sprayed on the neck was hot and hot, and the two arms around the waist and back were tightly bound. Shen Yan stared down at Song Qikun's dark red ears, listening to his heartbeat that was gradually losing its rhythm.

Very strange feeling, but not abrupt.

Not the first time after all.

"Xiaobao." Song Qikun spoke slowly and drew his voice, "Xiaobao."

"Ok?"

"You really got the last place in the exam?"

Shen Yan: "..."

He sat at the bottom of the exam every time in the three years of junior high school. For the first time, he felt that these four words sounded harsh, "Yeah."

Song Qikun said: "Shall we set a small goal?"

"what?"

"Next month's exam, improve by one." Song Qikun closed his eyes, and the smell of alcohol from his mouth when he spoke dilutes the smell of Shen Yan's body, making him a little annoyed, but he was secretly happy about the plan in his heart, and couldn't help laughing , "Reward a cup of milk tea."

Shen Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and his tone was calm, "A cup for each one?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Shen Yan responded, "What you say is what you say."

"keep your word."

Song Qikun hugged Shen Yan until his bones became limp, and he couldn't even walk easily. Why would he ride a bicycle to send someone home, and he wouldn't let Shen Yan ride because he was too heavy for him to carry.

Nothing more than worrying about his feet, Shen Yan frowned and remained silent.

This place is quite far from the residential area. How long does it take to walk, Song Qikun wears so little clothes and is still drunk, and the cold wind blows all the way, no matter how strong his body is, he may not be able to withstand it.

After thinking for a few seconds, Shen Yan decided not to reason with a drunk person, took off his coat and put it on for him.

"You wear it, I'm not cold." Song Qikun slowly took off his clothes and returned them.

Shen Yan stuffed the milk tea into his arms without any explanation, "Shut up, you are very noisy."

Song Qikun's brain was very dull due to the influence of alcohol, and the word 'noisy' made him unable to turn around. He pursed his lips and reflected on himself.

Shen Yan hadn't touched a bicycle for many years, and had never taken anyone with him. After fumbling for a long way, he was finally able to drive smoothly.

Song Qikun swayed back and forth, his thoughts were shaken, he simply stopped thinking and kept laughing.

Shen Yan was a little annoyed, "What are you laughing at?"

"Can I talk?" Song Qikun asked.

Just shut me up.

Shen Yan calmed down again, "Speak."

"do not know."

"..."

After opening the gate, Song Qikun talked too much, pestering people with questions, but Shen Yan didn't want to answer, so he asked him to recite ancient prose.

Passing by the street playing and singing, he couldn't help humming along, running thousands of miles out of tune, waking up the milk tea, and venting his dissatisfaction with soft little milk sounds.

Song Qikun had no shame, "Don't make trouble, brother is singing."

Shen Yan said: "Song Qikun."

"To!"

"You sing really badly."

"..."

"Meow~"

23. Tentative

The out-of-tune humming is engulfed by the colorful and bustling night scene, the bright headlights pierce the mist-like light curtain, the sound of vehicle horns and the roar of engines are alternately high and low, the world is busy, and the rushing traffic flows day and night.

The people in the back seat were finally willing to calm down for a while, quietly as if they had fallen asleep.

The milk tea is squeezed between the chest and the back, and there is no cool breeze blowing, and there are short humming sounds from time to time in the half-dream and half-awake.

Shen Yan squinted slightly and turned around the shaded corner, leaning to the right to give way to the oncoming electric car, the hand that had been tightly hugged around the waist suddenly withdrew, and within a few seconds, the warm jacket returned to its original owner.

This section of the road was downhill. He stepped on the pedal twice and let the bicycle slide down the slope. The wind was cold, but his heart was hot.

"I'm not cold, you wear it."

"You're cold." Song Qikun hugged him back again, leaned on his back, and added, "I think you're cold."

Shen Yan was speechless for a moment, and asked, "Are you sober?"

"Dizziness, want to sleep."

Shen Yan speeded up silently.

"Little Treasure." Song Qikun looked at the evergreen low bushes on the side of the road that were constantly receding, but his eyes never fell on the real place. "I ask you a question."

"You ask."

The brain couldn't control his mouth anymore, and his alcoholic heart was beating nervously. Song Qikun said, "Do you think homosexuality is normal?"

"Normal." Shen Yan gave an answer immediately without any thought, as calm as if this question was as common as "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Qikun raised his heart in his throat, "Then... what if it happened to you?"

Shen Yan didn't quite understand what he meant, "Huh?"

"That is, if a boy likes you and confesses to you, will you feel disgusted or disgusted?" Song Qikun finished speaking hesitantly, holding his breath and pricking up his ears to wait.

"I would find it strange." Shen Yan said truthfully.

"What's strange?"

"It's strange why other people like me." Shen Yan paused, her voice was so light that it was unreal, "I don't deserve to be liked."

——How ugly he is when he walks with a limp, his studies are so bad, he is the last in the exams, and he fights with some dubious hooligans all day long. What do you like about him?Don't you feel ashamed to walk together?

He couldn't use his right foot for a moment, and the pedal axle reversed half a circle, and when he stepped back, he accidentally stepped on the air, the rough hard plastic on the edge of the pedal caught his trousers, he squeezed the brake, and stopped in a bit of embarrassment.

Song Qikun was startled, hurriedly lowered his head to look left and right, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong? Are you hurt? You..."

"It's okay, sit still." Shen Yan regained his composure in a second, pulled up his trouser legs, turned the front of the car and continued to ride forward, the speed of the car was twice as fast as before.

The coat on his shoulders slipped, and Song Qikun helped to grab it, put the sleeves to the front, and groped to tie a loose knot.

Shen Yan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. It was like soft thorns wrapped in cotton. It didn't hurt even if it pricked, but it was very uncomfortable. "Song Qikun, what did you say downstairs on the night of the 30th?"

"Want to know?" Song Qikun bent his four fingers and pressed his waist, "Take back what I just said and I'll tell you."

"Which one?"

"It's not worth being liked."

What was said was splashed with water, and what was said was still true, Shen Yan didn't think it was necessary to take it back, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Song Qikun said: "Do you still remember the group that Duan Zheng pulled you into?"

"What group?"

"The gloomy boy Ayan support club." The name of this group was a little shameful, Song Qikun smiled and said, "You said that people in the group didn't welcome you, remember?"

"Ah."

"Now it has expanded to three groups, with more than 1000 people, all of whom like you."

More than liking, it can be called fascination.

Song Qikun was in group 1, thinking of those bold speeches made without hesitation because Shen Yan didn't know, he felt amused but also moved.

Get close to the person you like, who wouldn't want to?

"Little Treasure, it's up to you whether it's worth it or not. Don't deny yourself. People who like you must be attracted by a certain quality in you. Whether it's internal or external, those are the proofs that you are worthy of being liked." .”

After Shen Yan listened quietly, he didn't know whether he missed the point or grasped the point, and asked softly, "Are you also in the group?"

Song Qikun: "..."

The deep meaning of this sentence is probably - you like me too?

"Mmm, um." Knowing that Shen Yan didn't mean that, Song Qikun still inevitably felt guilty.He was afraid of being kicked out by people discovering his true identity, so he sneaked into the group with a trumpet.

Shen Yan raised the corner of his mouth, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

After two more traffic lights, you will arrive at the short street outside the south gate. The road home is about to come to an end. Time tends to be deeper into the night, but he has witnessed the dawn in advance.

"Song Qikun."

"……what?"

"Thank you for telling me this."

He doesn't need to care about others, but if it's Song Qikun, he will work hard to make himself worth it.

"Drinking, this is it." Wang Zhiyun leaned against the bathroom door, genuinely curious, "Is there more than three drinks?"

Song Qikun brushed his teeth absently, choked on the words, and swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste foam, which tasted like mint, and his throat was cool.He quickly spit out the rest and shouted helplessly, "Mom—"

Wang Zhiyun smiled unceremoniously, stopped teasing him about his drinking capacity, and said, "The milk is in the kitchen, I need to dry my hair after taking a shower, go to bed early."

"Okay." Song Qikun answered vaguely, swollen his cheeks and rinsed his mouth, stirred the toothbrush a few times, poured out the water in the mouthwash cup, turned on the faucet and rinsed it, and washed away the white foam around his mouth by the way. "Good night."

Wang Zhiyun said, "Good night."

I was very tired after playing golf in the afternoon, and I was dizzy after drinking alcohol at night, and it was even difficult to open my eyes after taking a shower.Song Qikun yawned, blowing his hair and drinking milk at the same time. After finishing the work, he floated into the bedroom like a wandering spirit, lay down on the bed and sent a message to Shen Yan to say good night, and when he got the reply, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep and lost consciousness.

He slept well this time, but the amount of exercise in the ball game yesterday was a bit too much. His muscles and bones were sore and tired, and his body was sluggish. He couldn't get up after lying on the bed for a long time. for.

He usually can't remember things when he's drunk, but fortunately he didn't become unconscious last night, and some impressions remain in his mind.After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, the memory became very blurred, intermittently like an illusory dream, the only thing that was so clear that it made people palpitate, was that hug.

-You let me hug, hug you, I will have the strength to send you home