After the rain

He sneezed twice, escaped from the lax embrace of the excrement shoveler, fled to the side and rolled over with his head in his arms.

Shen Yan had no time to take care of it, and took the bouquet of roses that made his heart tremble with both hands. It was so big that he could hug his arms full.

The invisible boulder on his heart made it difficult for him to breathe, his throat was blocked, and his voice was hoarse and difficult, "Thank you, I like it very much, thank you..."

The flowers in the bottom of my heart and the flowers in front of me are clustered together to form a sea of ​​flowers. There is no boundary, and it is difficult to distinguish the direction. Only Song Qikun stands in the middle and guides him to go.

He doesn't get lost and suddenly panic.

The flustered joy piled up into a tower, and the long-awaited thing in his heart fell from the sky unexpectedly, easily making him lose his sense of proportion, disregarding the foundation, ignoring the framework, and greedily letting it pile up higher and higher. The crumbling spire has been strong until now. The limit, but Song Qikun still has to add bricks and tiles.

Crash at a touch.

So happy, so happy that I don't know how to express this feeling in words.

Tears rolled down in clusters, slipped silently into the gaps between the petals, and were all accepted.

Crying like this didn't seem to be caused by emotion. Song Qikun fumbled for a tissue from his pocket in panic, "What, what's wrong? Don't cry."

Milk tea sensed the mood of the shit-shoveling officer, ran over silently and squatted at his feet, raised his head and yelled twice in worry.

Shen Yan's eyelids and nose were flushed from crying, and he freed a hand to hold Song Qikun's, with great strength, his throat choked up and he choked out a word, "Hold."

Song Qikun was so distressed that he wiped his seemingly inexhaustible tears in a hurry, while responding repeatedly: "Okay, I'll hug you, I'll hug you, first put the flowers by the side, you...don't cry, okay?"

"Yeah." The eyes were blurred, Shen Yan blinked, and the tears fell more urgently.He placed the bouquet on the entrance cabinet very carefully, and after making sure that it would not fall, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears, then went to pull Song Qikun's clothes, and moved them into his arms step by step, his wet cheeks pressed against the side of his neck, His voice was very nasal, "You hug me."

It was the first time that she was completely dependent like this.

Song Qikun's heart was sore and painful, he hugged him tightly and rubbed the back of his head, then moved down and patted his back, and whispered close to his ear: "Good boy, don't cry, your eyes will hurt if you cry again."

"Hmm." Shen Yan panted hard, his chest heaved up and down, trying to calm down the collapsing emotions.

hum- hum-

The phone vibrated untimely, Song Qikun frowned, took it out and looked, "It's my mother."

Shen Yan sniffed and said, "Well, you pick it up."

Song Qikun pressed to answer, "Mom."

Wang Zhiyun: "Didn't you just come back, where did you go now?"

"I'm at Shen Yan's house." Song Qikun paused and said, "Mom, Shen Yan is not feeling well, I don't worry about him being alone... Can I sleep with him tonight?"

In the latter sentence, I asked two people at the same time.

Shen Yan's arms holding him suddenly tightened, his attention was drawn away, and he pricked up his ears to listen attentively.

Song Qikun glanced down at him and turned on the speakerphone.

Wang Zhiyun asked a series of questions, "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"I have a bit of a cold. I just took medicine. I'm worried that he has a fever in the middle of the night."

It is true that it is easy to catch a cold when the seasons change between autumn and winter, and Shen Yan usually looks very weak. Wang Zhiyun did not doubt the authenticity of these words, and said, "Does he have antipyretics? If not, you can come back and get them."

Song Qikun asked in a low voice: "Is there?"

"Yes." Shen Yan nodded.

When Wang Zhiyun heard his voice, he was stunned for a moment, and his attitude became more gentle, "Shen Yan is beside you. If you are sick, you should rest well, go to bed early, and let Song Qikun take care of you. Don't be polite to him, just order him around."

Being hugged by her boyfriend and talking on the phone with her boyfriend's mother, she always felt that something was wrong, Shen Yan hurriedly stood up straight, "Well, thank you, auntie."

Wang Zhiyun told him some precautions such as not touching cold water and covering the quilt well, and finally told Song Qikun, "If there is any emergency, please notify me as soon as possible."

"it is good."

"Then hang up first, you two go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qikun put the phone back into his pocket, turned his face and looked at Shen Yan, and after a while, leaned over and kissed his eyes, nose, cheek, and lips, and asked softly against his forehead: "Is it better?"

"Ah."

"Then sleep?" Song Qikun stroked his red lower eyelid.

Shen Yanjiu gave him a sip, and finally there was a smile on his face, "Okay."

The smell of alcohol didn't dissipate from his body, and he had to take a shower before going to bed. Song Qikun wanted to go back to the opposite door to get a set of pajamas, but Shen Yan didn't want him to leave the house for half a step, so he stuffed his own for him.

He took off his thick coat and put it on the sofa. He pinched the zipper of the school uniform with his fingers and stopped for a while. The plastic buckle made intermittent sounds, revealing the entanglement in his heart.

Shen Yan looked down at the phone and urged casually, "Go quickly, I'll call my brother back."

Well, there's nothing to fret about.

"Okay." Song Qikun sighed softly, picked up his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

Shen Yan looked at his back, pursed his lips and pondered the meaning of the sigh, but before he could figure out why, the outgoing video call was connected.

"Little Treasure." Shen Xin had just finished taking a shower, with a towel on his head, he wiped it from time to time, and asked the crime like a machine gun, "Why did you go? If you don't answer the phone and don't return messages, I thought you were asleep, eh What's wrong with your eyes, come closer and have a look, tsk... Are you allergic? It's so red."

"It's okay." Shen Yan shook his head, took the milk tea into his arms, put his chin against his furry neck, and explained: "My phone is on silent, so I didn't hear it."

Shen Xin was startled, he didn't wipe his hair anymore, his face was almost pressed against the screen, and he asked in a low voice with some hesitation: "Xiaobao, have you... cried? Who bullied you? Tell brother, brother will teach him for you."

"No." Shen Yan lowered his eyelashes, fingered the beard of milk tea, his tone was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't hide his joy, "Brother, I am very happy today."

Shen Xin felt it was new, and asked curiously: "Huh? What good happened?"

"My friend, celebrate my birthday for me."

"Friend? Song Qikun?" Shen Xin thought of the boy he had met before.

Shen Yan's eyes flickered slightly, he nodded, and said, "Well, there are him, and there are many other...many friends."

His complexion was several times gentler than usual, the indifference faded away, and upon closer inspection one could find that he seemed to be smiling, such an expression was really rare, Shen Xin couldn't help but secretly took a screenshot and saved it, "It's so good, what wish did you make?"

Shen Yan: "I can't say."

It won't work if you say it.

Shen Xin: "You tell me, I will help you realize it, go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, I will do anything!"

"Need not."

This refusal was spoken casually and plainly, but it directly hit the unspeakable guilt in Shen's heart, and the smile could hardly be maintained.He wiped his face in embarrassment, and said in a harsh voice, "I'm sorry, Xiaobao, I, I can't get away from work, and I can't spend your birthday with you."

Obviously...I promised last year.

The number of breaches of the contract in these years must have been countless, and Shen Yan's attitude towards him has also changed from hot to cold because of this. Being blacklisted is relatively light, and the most ruthless cold war lasted for nearly three months.He desperately wanted to do something to make up for it, so he made promises again and again with no fixed number, and the results often backfired.

People often say, don't promise easily if you can't do it.

But once he had seen those eyes light up, he couldn't bear to see them become dim again.

Emotions trump reason, so it always makes things worse.

"I sent you money for the cake and sent the gift, please remember to check it, and... happy birthday."

The huge amount of money, whose numbers could not be discerned at a glance, turned out to be money for cakes. Shen Yan was silent for a while, and said, "It's almost winter, please buy me some clothes."

"Clothes?" Shen Xin immediately cheered up, "Okay, shall I buy it? Or do you choose me to pay for it?"

"You pick."

"Okay, I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

Shen Yan felt bad and said, "Don't buy too much."

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

The sound of water in the bathroom seemed to have stopped, Shen Yan was inexplicably guilty, and quickly said: "I'll take a shower, you go to bed early."

Shen Xin nodded, "Okay, you'd better boil your eyes and roll them, they look quite scary."

"Ah."

"Go, good night."

Not long after the video hung up, Song Qikun came out of the bathroom and replaced Shen Yan in.

It is easy to get a headache when the hair is not dried before going to bed. When they lay down on the bed, the hands were past twelve o'clock.

This is Song Qikun's first time entering Shen Yan's room. He thought it would be filled with plush toys just like the living room, but it turned out to be quite different—the bed and wardrobe occupy half of the space, and there is a hanging chair and a low table by the window , there could probably be another bed in the vacant space in the middle, and the overall look is a bit empty.

Milk tea is a little expert at climbing the bed, habitually crawling into the arms of the shit shovel officer, the body is warm and comfortable, the snoring sound is as soft as the fur, and the hypnotic effect is excellent.

But the two people with different thoughts next to them didn't feel sleepy, and listened to each other's subtle breathing.

half an hour.

"Can't sleep?" Song Qikun asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

"Do something else?"

Shen Yan groped for his hand and said softly, "There is no one else now."

Song Qikun didn't seem to be on the same channel as him, "What?"

Milk tea was sleeping comfortably, and in a daze, she got out of the warm embrace and was moved to a place near the edge of the bed.

"Meow." It hummed dissatisfied.

Shen Yan pinched its ears, lifted a corner of the quilt to cover it, and patted it twice, then turned his head to Song Qikun's side, kissed him in the dark, and asked seriously: "Do you want to touch it?"

Song Qikun: "?!"

He he he he meant to talk about his heart...

"Either?" Shen Yan asked again.

Song Qikun nervous