After the rain

I didn't realize it was profound, but later it fulfilled all his expectations and fantasies step by step, and became the future he longed for.

It was the first time in Song Qikun's life that he cried like this. His emotions were out of control and he couldn't calm down. His tears burst into banks, and his grief was as intense as a torrential rain. It overwhelmingly suppressed everything, making him unable to move.

The clothes on Shen Yan's stomach were soaked with tears, and the innermost T-shirt was clinging to the skin, and Song Qikun's chaotic breath also penetrated in, which was a bit hot.

He was seriously lacking in comforting skills, not to mention that the culprit was himself. In this situation, he didn't know what to say, so he could only touch the back of Song Qikun's head, down the back of his neck and back repeatedly.

Milk tea twisted its buttocks and climbed onto the sofa, its eyes opened wide like glass beads, and its eyes turned twice between the two, keenly aware of something was wrong, slightly raised its chin and gave a soft "meow", using its tail to imitate Shen With Yan's movements, he swept back and forth against Song Qikun's back.

As the time passed, Song Qikun cried for a long time with a sullen face, his forehead and eyeballs swelled from crying, his head was dizzy and he felt vaguely lack of oxygen.

He tilted his head to expose half of his face, his skin was red and mottled with tears, and he sniffed his nose from time to time. It seemed that he had calmed down a lot, but tears still overflowed from the corners of his eyes and ran down the bridge of his nose, and he seemed to be about to collapse again at any time.

His mouth opened and closed, he swallowed and panted hard, and finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and weak, accompanied by a strong cry, which sounded particularly pitiful.

"Baby……"

Shen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and gently wiped his tears, "Huh?"

Tears flowed all over his face, using his fingers was almost a waste of effort, he leaned over and took the tissue.

Song Qikun choked up and said, "Dirty your clothes."

"..."

The emphasis was rather strange, and Shen Yan waited for two seconds before responding, "It's okay."

Song Qikun seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't do what he wanted, or it was difficult to speak, the masseter muscle on the side of his face appeared and disappeared, and he held back for a long time without uttering a word.

Shen Yan was afraid that he would be thinking wildly, so he tried his best to express his true thoughts clearly, and said slowly: "Actually, I always hope that someone can listen to me, but I couldn't pass the test in my heart before, and I didn't meet the right person. Now After I told you, I feel relieved, really."

"So don't blame yourself, you didn't hurt me."

There's nothing wrong with wanting to get to know someone you like better.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, once he crosses this hurdle, he can learn to face Song Qikun more honestly in the future.

"I should also thank you, Song Qikun, thank you for coming to my side."

Trust and dependence take time, and he never let himself down.

Song Qikun shook his head, straightened his body with some difficulty, wiped his face indiscriminately, and tremblingly hugged him in his arms, tightly clenched his arms.

Although the young man's chest was not generous enough, it gave him a sense of security.Shen Yan liked being hugged by him very much, and put his arms around his waist, and did not forget to pat his back to calm his emotions.

Milk tea also wanted to get involved, and squeezed into the gap between the two excrement shovelers and the back of the sofa with all the strength of breastfeeding. The chubby leg accidentally kicked empty, so... successfully trapped himself.

"Meow~"

It was in a dilemma here, suspicious of the cat's life, Song Qikun was crying silently over there, and Shen Yan's neck and side collar were also wet from crying before he recovered, his eyes were swollen around, and it was difficult to open .

"Baby." His voice was hoarse, and he had to slow down, trying to inject strength into every word with emotion, "No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you, and we will be together forever."

He couldn't accompany Shen Yan through the pain of the past, but he could take the rest of his life as a gift, do his best to treat him well, and give him everything he wanted.

"Well, me too." Shen Yan responded in a low voice, pursed his lips and struggled for a moment, then softly called his name, "Song Qikun."

"Ok?"

"Does the previous reward still count? That treasure chest...I want to get it myself."

Knowing that he would mention this matter sooner or later, Song Qikun was not surprised at all, and hummed: "It counts."

A smile flashed in Shen Yan's eyes, and his voice softened, "Song Qikun."

"how?"

"Are you still crying?"

"……No."

"Kiss?"

Tang Chen’s hot pot restaurant is located in the pedestrian street behind Anning Community. You can see the side entrance of the No. [-] Middle School after turning two street corners. It is the best-known Chongqing hot pot in the neighborhood. It is said that the owner is an authentic Chongqing native and has the authentic secret recipe.

After tossing around for too long, Shen Yan and Song Qikun missed the agreed time, and their mobile phones never stopped along the way. When they were bombarded by phone calls and WeChat messages, more than [-]% of them came from Tang Chen.

The wind and snow were still outside, and the business of the hot pot restaurant was extremely hot in this weather. It was crowded with customers, and the employees were extremely busy. When the two arrived at the store, the bottom of the pot had already boiled, but the dishes were only being served one after another.

Tang Chen cut off the phone call he had just dialed, put his tongue on his teeth, smiled dangerously, assumed the posture of interrogating a prisoner, and asked, "Do you two have a sense of time? Ah? See what time it is?" , why did you go?"

Song Qikun admitted his mistake with a good attitude, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, something was delayed."

Tang Chen realized something was wrong when he got close, he let out a cry, lowered his raised eyebrows, and asked in surprise, "Kun'er, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Liu Xinrong, who was helping the waiter make room for the dishes, was successfully attracted by this sentence, and looked up.

Song Qikun didn't rub his hands when he was crying, the swelling wasn't particularly severe, Shen Yan also gave him a cold compress for a while, the effect was quick, the redness and swelling on the outer circle basically faded away, but the redness on the lower eyelids and the whites of the eyes didn't disappear , it's obvious from a close distance, but also inexplicably a bit haggard.

He made up the reason long ago, smiled lightly and foolishly said: "The wind is blowing, it's all right."

"I thought you cried before." Tang Chen was so nervous that he didn't doubt him, and made a joke casually. After being interrupted like this, he forgot to condemn their unpunctual behavior. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to perm his belly, saying hello Said: "Why are you still standing? Sit down and eat."

Song Qikun's expression froze for a moment, and he suddenly became even more froze when he met Liu Xinrong's ambiguous eyes. He looked away guiltily, and caught a glimpse of the dipping sauce on the table, which was a special oil dish recommended by the store.

He felt that Shen Yan might not be used to this, so he turned his head and asked softly, "Do you want sesame paste?"

Shen Yan nodded: "Yes."

"Shall I tune it for you?"

"Well, no raw garlic."

Song Qikun got the order, and without taking off his schoolbag, he went to the seasoning counter to make sesame paste.

The voice of their conversation was very low, Tang Chen didn't hear the content, he picked up the chopsticks and fed the hot hairy belly into his mouth, he was so hot that he opened his mouth to breathe, his eyes followed Song Qikun's figure and ran away for a while, making a vague sound The tone of voice: "Ah ah ah?"

"Adjust the sesame paste." After sitting down, Shen Yan first poured a cup of hot tea to warm up, and also poured a cup for Song Qikun.

Liu Xinrong pushed the soft, glutinous and sweet brown sugar glutinous rice cakes over, and she moved closer. With interest in the corners of her slightly curved lips, she blinked and asked, "You two... are you reconciled?"

Anyway, going to and from school together every day, she could clearly see the abnormal state of the two of them these days, especially Song Qikun, who almost wrote the four characters of being in a bad mood on his face.After knowing each other for so many years, it was the first time she saw the other party handle the relationship so awkwardly.

Although she was very curious, she felt that she should not intervene. She has been pretending to be deaf and dumb until now, and finally found the right time. If she doesn't know the reason, she should at least confirm the result.

Shen Yan couldn't make sure if she knew anything, so he stared at her calmly for a few seconds, and replied, "Yes."

Liu Xinrong said: "That's good."

Considering that Shen Yan can't eat spicy food, he ordered the mandarin duck pot at the bottom of the pot.

The mushroom soup was clear and delicious, which suited his appetite very well. He ate half-full in an orderly manner. He was distracted and noticed that the other three people frequently stretched their chopsticks into the red soup, even though it was so spicy that their faces flushed and they continued to fight.

The red soup mixed with various spices is boiling, exuding a strong spicy smell, which is a bit pungent, but it also stimulates the appetite and makes people move their index fingers.

Song Qikun picked up the meatballs in the mushroom soup with a colander. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the people around him stretching out their chopsticks. They went straight to the red soup with a clear goal. They picked up a small half of soft boiled potatoes, wrapped them in sesame sauce carefully, and ate them in their mouths. Chew and taste slowly.

Song Qikun couldn't take his eyes off him, seeing that he chewed and swallowed without changing his face, he seemed to be quite satisfied with the taste, and was about to take another bite, but the movement of extending the chopsticks suddenly stopped in mid-air, his brows were furrowed, and his cheeks were visible to the naked eye. The speed turned red, and the eyes became watery, and the look at Hong Tang changed from a slight surprise to a look of deep hatred.

The children who didn't know the dangers of red soup cried.

Song Qikun couldn't help laughing out loud, and he stopped scooping up the meatballs. He quickly poured the Coke and handed it over, then got up and went to the waiter to ask for two bottles of soy milk.

Shen Yan was stunned by the rising heat, his skin was sweating, his breathing became short of breath, and he suspected that he could spew out fire.

He hastily took a sip of Coke and put it in his mouth. The sweetness and coolness barely suppressed the tingling sensation in his mouth, but his throat could not be relieved, and the Coke was as hot as hot water not long after he swallowed it. It got worse after going down, and the burning pain came back, even more violent than before.

He raised his face and blinked back his tears, took the timely soy milk, gulped it down a big gulp, and then swallowed it in small sips.

"Song Qikun, what did you give him?" Liu Xinrong was taken aback by the tragic appearance, found a few pieces of candy from her bag, and helped out with a nervous face, "Would it be better to eat candy?"

Shen Yan shook his head and finished swallowing the soy milk, speaking not very fluently, "I, myself