After the rain

One word—Happy New Year, with an indifferent full stop at the end.

The red reminders in the message box were connected in a series, and after answering this one, he continued to answer the next one proficiently and numbly.

Most of the greetings were copied and pasted templates at first glance, but Shen Yan only replied after reading them carefully. Song Qikun watched silently for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know group sending?"

"what?"

"It's just a message sent to many people at the same time."

It was the first time Shen Yan heard of such a one-and-done operation, so he humbly asked for advice: "How to do it?"

Song Qikun tapped his screen, "This way..."

With a few simple steps, the troublesome news can be answered at one time, and Shen Yan's troubles about this matter can also be cleared. He bent his lips and smiled, and said happily: "Thank you."

Song Qikun's hand ran to his lap at some point, his fingertips twitched and tapped his knees, the frequency coincided with the speed of his speech, "You're welcome."

Looking down and up again, Shen Yan turned his face slightly and asked, "Haven't you woken up yet?"

At first glance, it sounds like concern, but in fact it hides a hint of ridicule.

"...Hmph." Song Qikun understood, and squeezed out a meaningless tone from his nasal cavity, pinched the brim of his hat and lifted it up, nonsensically saying: "It's time to cut your hair."

A little clingy, Shen Yan thought.

He asked, "Can you cut it for me?"

"Otherwise?" Song Qikun asked back.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, his current haircutting skills are quite superb, and he knows the only customer like the back of his hand, so he won't overturn at all.

Shen Yan's brows and eyes were stained with a little smile, and he changed the WeChat note name to "dedicated hairdresser" in front of him.

He also deliberately asked: "Can you?"

"It's up to you." Song Qikun grabbed his hand and interlocked his fingers in the dark, "It's just as long as you like it."

Shen Yan stared at his face, and replied softly: "Well, I like it."

There was a slight traffic jam on the way back from Wanqing Road to the fork in the road. When the taxi finally arrived at Heli Community, the pointer was about to run to two o'clock.

The security measures in the community were strict, but for the sake of safety, Song Qikun and Shen Yan still sent Liu Xinrong to the downstairs of the unit building.

Song Qikun was clearly so sleepy that it was difficult to even open his eyes, but he squeezed into the opposite door and asked for a deep kiss before saying good night in satisfaction, then he drifted out like sleepwalking, tripped over the threshold with his toes, and tripped again when entering the house.

The 1.8-meter-high boy is confused into a toddler.

Shen Yan supported the door frame, and helplessly reminded: "Watch the road."

Although he was also sleepy, but not so exaggerated.

Song Qikun turned around and closed the door, squinting his eyes and smiling a little foolishly, with a bit of obedience, and his voice was soft: "Good night."

It's exactly the same as coquettish milk tea.

Shen Yan gave a low laugh, nodded and said, "Good night."

The door panel is closed, the corridor is empty and quiet, and the voice-activated lights are turned off silently.

The mood returned to calm, and fatigue took the opportunity to invade the body and mind.Shen Yan casually changed his shoes, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the extra unfamiliar leather shoes on the bottom of the entrance cabinet, and his movements stopped.

After a while, he hurriedly walked through the hallway and the living room, and slowed down when he approached the bedroom. He held the doorknob in his hand to catch his breath, and carefully opened it.

He couldn't see his fingers in the bedroom, and the light from the living room broke in before him, barely dispelling the darkness in a small area.

Shen Yan walked in lightly, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the position of the bed with the light of the screen.

The bedding is neat, without any trace of being touched, and there is no floor beside it. In short, there is no abnormality.

Contrary to what he had in mind.

Shen Yan was stunned for a few seconds, then frowned and dialed a number.

A familiar phone ring came from the living room. He turned out of the bedroom, followed the sound to lock the phone on the coffee table, and when he got close, his expression froze and he fell into a brief aphasia.

"..."

In the narrow space between the sofa and the coffee table, the man was sleeping soundly with the big fluffy cat in his arms, snoring slightly.

The slippers are close to the head, half of the thin blanket is half covered, the hair is rolled into a bird's nest, and the right forehead seems to be slightly red, which is probably caused by hitting the leg of the table when it rolled down.

Shen Yan: "..."

Milk tea is extremely sensitive to movement, and the excrement shoveler woke up when he first arrived home, and wanted to greet him, but he was bound so tightly that he couldn't break free.

"Meow~" It twisted its body with difficulty, and rubbed its head against Shen Xin's chin vigorously.

Under its persistent struggle and the interference of the light, Shen Xin, who was sleeping like a dead pig, frowned slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Shen Yan walked around to the other end, and calmly added fuel to the flames, "Brother, wake up."

Milk tea actively cooperates: "Meow!"

Half a minute later, Shen Xin exhaled a heavy and irritable sigh, raised his hand to cover his eyes to block the light, his body seemed to be frozen by this movement, and remained still for a few seconds.

"elder brother."

A low voice came from above.

"Hmm." Shen Xin grunted in response, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "You're back..."

"Well, get up and go back to your room to sleep."

Shen Xin was so sleepy that he lost his mind, his reaction was so slow that he couldn't even receive the message, and he thought he was dreaming in a trance, so he didn't respond for a long time.

He turned over slowly, poked his nose into the slippers, and was startled by the strange touch, and opened his heavy eyelids.

It was too close for him to see.

Milk tea stepped on his shoulder and escaped, his arms were empty, and his brain became sober in an instant.

Shen Yan took off the slippers and repeated patiently: "Get up and go back to the room to sleep."

Shen Xin really didn't have any consciousness just now, he looked up at the source of the sound with a confused expression, "Xiaobao...you're back?"

"Ah."

"Did you have fun?"

"happy."

"That's good... what time is it?"

"02:30."

"It's so late." Shen Xin closed his eyes again, yawned and waved his hands: "...Go to sleep."

"Get up and go back to your room to sleep." Shen Yan emphasized.

Shen Xin pulled the blanket weakly, not bothering to move his nest: "I just sleep here, on the sofa."

"Take a good look, are you sleeping on the sofa?"

"Huh?" Shen Xin groped for a while and muttered, "This carpet is quite soft."

Shen Yan gave an ultimatum in a cold voice: "Get up."

"……Oh."

He was the most difficult to provoke in this family, Shen Xin dared not speak out, got up resignedly to his fate and moved his position, his sleepiness was disturbed, he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling to let go.

Shen Yan entered the room after washing up, first charged the phone, then sent the little follower to bed, and then turned around to get a change of pajamas.

Shen Xin scooped up the milk tea into his bosom and took a sip, his gaze followed Shen Yan all the time, asking uncertainly: "Xiaobao, are you getting fat?"

The ribs are more obvious, and it seems less scary than before.

"Yeah." Shen Yan didn't feel much, but someone cared, and took him to weigh every now and then, and took notes carefully.

He skipped the subject and asked quietly, "When did you arrive?"

Not so good.

Shen Xin calmed down on the surface and drummed in his heart, "Around ten o'clock... maybe."

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"surprise."

Shen Yan kept the desk lamp, lifted the quilt and lay on the other side, "Why don't you contact me when you arrive?"

"Just... I want you to have fun with your friends." Shen Xin was not sure about his attitude, he hesitated to explain.

Shen Yan was silent for a while, then said, "I had a good time with my friends."

After a long pause, he finished speaking softly: "I am also very happy that you can come."

Shen Xin opened his eyes wide.

He wanted to see his younger brother's expression clearly when he said these words, but the only light source in the room suddenly went out, and the darkness covered everything.

"Little Treasure, you..."

"I'm sleepy." Shen Yan interrupted in a low voice.

Shen Xin held his breath in his throat, clenched and loosened his fists, finally compromised and said: "...Ah, then go to sleep, good night."

Shen Yan turned on the bedside lamp, "Good night."

At the end of the exchange, Shen Xin stuffed the milk tea with too prominent a snoring sound into the quilt, paid attention to the movements of the people around him, and heard the sound of gentle and even breathing after a while.

He smiled silently, discarded all distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, when Shen Yan was strangled awake, she regretted not choosing to sleep on the floor before going to bed.

Shen Xin's pestering skills are really outrageous, the pain of sharing the bed with him is unimaginable, so far only Shen Yan and Milk Tea can endure more than two times.

Shen Yan sighed numbly, turned over in his arms with difficulty, and patted his back with his hands.

The arms are slightly relaxed.

There was a human-shaped plaster on it, Shen Yan didn't have a good rest, and went back to the bedroom to catch up on sleep after lunch.

Shen Xin was nestled on the sofa playing games, he felt bored after playing a few rounds, lay down to read the news, the densely packed text made him sleepy, so he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up with milk tea in his arms and a quilt covering his body, the faint smell of rice permeated the air. He took a deep breath, and the glutton in his stomach began to stir.

He lazily shouted: "Little Treasure!"

Shen Yan heard the sound and turned out of the kitchen, "What's wrong?"

"Bring me a box of yogurt."

Shen Yan frowned imperceptibly, his disdain flashed, but he still went to get it for him.

After drinking the yogurt, Shen Xin groped into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot on the left and tasted the dishes on the right, like a butterfly lingering on the flowers.

Shen Yan was not bothered, and let him taste every dish he cooked.

Shen Xin gnawed on the pork ribs in the bowl and looked at the chicken wings in the pot, sighing indistinctly: "Who will be able to marry you in the future is so happy!"

He has said this many times. In the past, Shen Yan used to selectively block, but now he said quietly: "Maybe."

Shen Xin gritted his bones and ground his teeth, narrowed his eyes slightly, his probing gaze wished to carve two holes in his body, and muttered softly: "You have really changed."

"what?"

"good to eat."

Shen Xin didn't leave until Sunday evening. He woke up naturally that morning, got up and walked around the house. He was puzzled that he couldn't find anyone. He was just about to call Shen Yan when he suddenly remembered that the other party had class this morning.