After the rain

Kiss each inch up, each time with incomparable piety and tenderness.

He raised his eyes to look at Shen Yan, although the body's reaction had not subsided, but there was no desire in those dim eyes.

"I would, but not now," he said.

The kiss landed near the left rib, where there are two smoke scars.

"...Huh?" Shen Yan's abdomen shrunk slightly, and his breathing fluttered.

There seems to be a hot electric current running around in the body, and the body is slowly heating up. At first, the place touched by Song Qikun feels a little comfortable and cool, and then heats up rapidly after a while. This feeling is strange and strange. He doesn't know what to do. response.

In a daze, Song Qikun's kiss had already reached his ankle, and he moved to the end of the bed.

Shen Yan raised his hand and lowered it, holding a fistful of air, his palm was empty.

He didn't like this, he frowned and said in a low voice, "Song Qikun."

"what happened?"

"Hold me, hold me."

After the words fell, the familiar breath quickly approached, and he was embraced into a warm embrace, with his skin pressed against each other, as if two hearts were competing to beat in his chest.

After hugging for a while, Song Qikun took the pajamas scattered beside the bed.

Shen Yan put on clothes cooperatively, looked down at somewhere, "Don't you want to continue?"

Song Qikun followed his gaze: "..."

"Cough." He blushed a little, and quickly covered it with a quilt, "Yeah."

Shen Yan retreated to look at his abdominal muscles for the second time, and just wanted to touch them, but the abdominal muscles were also blocked by clothes, and Song Qikun was still wearing trousers in a secretive way.

Shen Yan pursed her lips, and her thick eyelashes cast two shadows on her face, "Did I disappoint you?"

Song Qikun frowned, stared and gave him a shudder, but his tone was light: "Say it again."

It didn't hurt at all, but Shen Yan didn't have the courage to speak.

"Don't think about it." Song Qikun pinched his cheek and tugged, then brushed his messy forehead hair, "Look at me."

Shen Yan raised his eyes, but his eyes fell on the bridge of his nose, stubbornly refusing to look at each other, he seemed a little aggrieved.

Song Qikun sighed, leaned forward and put his forehead on his shoulder, and said seriously: "I want to wait until the day you have you, and similarly, I will give myself to you at that time, so you can understand ?"

"But I'm already yours." Shen Yan didn't quite understand that no one had seriously warned him not to sleep with the person he loves before he was an adult.

Although he didn't know exactly what the two boys could do.

Song Qikun suffered a critical blow to his heart, and after being stunned for a few seconds, he couldn't help laughing out loud. He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment: "You are really..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Cute, sweet mouth." Song Qikun raised his head and pressed his lips to kiss, then leaned back, leading his hand to his crotch, and the words became vague, "Help me..."

Shen Yan put his hand in obediently, lowered his eyes and panted lightly: "When I was here, you were not yet eighteen."

"Then you want to wait for me?"

"Humph."

The room was well heated, and Song Qikun was sweating all over. He threw the soiled pajama pants into the laundry basket, turned down the water temperature, and took a simple shower. Hug Shen Yan.

Recently, Shen Yan had indeed gained weight, and his hug was much softer than before, but overall he was still on the thin side. The two of them were obviously of similar height, but Song Qikun was able to cover him completely in his arms.

Shen Yan turned over and pillowed his arm, touched the end of his hair that was soaked in water, and whispered, "I'm hungry."

After staying in the temple for a long time today, he was dizzy from the strong smell of incense. He had no appetite for dinner and only drank a small bowl of white porridge with sugar. It was almost ten o'clock now, and his empty stomach began to churn.

Song Qikun didn't eat much, and immediately resonated with him when he said this, "I'm hungry too, do you want to order takeaway or go out to eat?"

"takeout."

"Okay." Song Qikun opened the gauze curtain and took the mobile phone on the bedside table, clicked on Meituan to search for nearby restaurants that are still open, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"I want to eat...pork chop rice, crayfish and grilled oysters, and this vegetable soup." Hunger can make people make quick decisions.

"What flavor do crayfish want?"

Shen Yan thought for a while and said, "Spicy."

"Slightly spicy?"

"Ah."

Song Qikun added all these to the shopping cart, "Okay, then I'll order a bowl of noodles and add a steamed dumpling, should it be enough for the two of us?"

"Ah."

The payment is successful and it is expected to arrive in 10 minutes.

While waiting for the meal, the two of them lay in bed and chatted. They didn't know who started it. They began to build the future imaginatively, talking about college majors, living together, work, garage, pets and holiday travel. We have spent our whole lives with each other through words and beautiful fantasies ahead of time.

Shen Yan used to always feel that the years are long, and a person's life is full of suffering, like walking in the dark, and only death is the dawn.Now I feel that time is in a hurry, decades are too short, no amount of happiness can satisfy greed, and what I want to do may never be finished.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The knock on the door brought the two people in the time machine back to reality, Song Qikun got out of bed and opened the door, "The meal is here."

Ben, who was sleeping soundly in the temporary cat cage in the corner of the room, woke up when he heard the sound of milk tea, looked around vigilantly, and saw that it was Song Qikun who relaxed again, with his big face pressed against the grid, staring eagerly at the scented bag in his hand.

"Meow~"

It's poor, Shen Yan took some small dried fish to satisfy his hunger.

The two continued to chat about the topic just now while eating supper. The chicken noodle soup that Song Qikun hadn't eaten was in Shen Yan's hand, and half a bowl of pork chop rice was placed in front of him. There were only two mouthfuls of rice left. Dish is completely covered.

Shen Yan sucked the noodles with puffed cheeks, took a sip of the noodle soup from the paper bowl, and let out a satisfied sigh from his nasal cavity, his eyes were blurred by the aroma.

"So delicious?" Song Qikun looked at him amusedly, took off the disposable gloves, and pushed the peeled shrimp over.

"Yeah." Shen Yan nodded, "It's delicious."

After taking care of the supper and feeling sleepy after eating and drinking, Song Qikun grabbed Shen Yan who was yawning and crawling on the bed, "Don't sleep yet."

"what?"

"Sleeping right after eating is not good for the stomach, so sleep later."

"Oh." Shen Yan turned and led him to the window, where there was a cushioned hanging basket chair, and two dolls nestled side by side in it, watching the night view quietly.

Shen Yan and Song Qikun occupied their positions, each hugging a doll, and the two adjacent hands held each other in different ways, and then played hand shadows inexplicably. The two childish ghosts are actually not very energetic. If you want to move again, you will be whispering one after another.

The hour hand passed zero without knowing it, Song Qikun was the first to be unable to resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep leaning on Shen Yan's shoulder.

Shen Yan carefully carried him to the bed, his steps were steady, and his breathing was not disturbed.

He has great strength, but Song Qikun doesn't know it.

He got into each other's arms, rubbed him contentedly, and said softly, "Good night."

Perhaps it is the same mind that connects the dreams, and they have a beautiful dream at the same time.

When I woke up, the sky was bright, and this pleasant journey came to an end with the receding scenery outside the car window.

When they were parting, they hugged each other for a long time at the entrance, Song Qikun was still reluctant to let go, hugging Shen Yan and refused to let go, "I will miss you, and you will miss me too."

Shen Yan was almost melted by his clinginess, and obediently responded with half-closed eyes: "Well, I miss you."

Song Qikun went back to his hometown with his parents that day on the [-]th, and Shen Yan was also taken back to Wenling by Shen Xin. The sixth floor of Unit [-] of Building Nine was much deserted, and the two doors facing each other were closed tightly. Leave without nostalgia.

After returning to Wenling, Milk Tea has been depressed for several days, with a loss of appetite, and seems to have a little insomnia, lying on the sofa all day long, looking like a cat with no hope of life.

Shen Yan took it to the veterinarian. The doctor remembered the overweight orange cat and asked seriously why the weight loss business hadn't worked out in half a year.

Shen Yan didn't know where to start, and looked down at the milk tea who was squinting and drowsy under the doctor's skillful touch.

"..."

The doctor was equally impressed with Shen Yan. In his eyes, this boy was indifferent and weird, reticent, doting on his cat so much that he was reluctant to let it take two steps down the ground, and he didn't think it was too heavy to hold it all the time.

So he didn't expect Shen Yan to give a reason, and he explained the dangers of cat obesity word by word, and emphasized the health of the milk tea according to the various indicators on the inspection results, so Shen Yan must pay attention to it.

"...There is no major problem at the moment, but in the future you must strictly urge it to lose weight, don't let it get used to it."

"En." Shen Yan nodded solemnly, remembering every word he said.

"What's more," the doctor quickly glanced at the other test sheets, frowned and said uncertainly: "Its stomach and intestines have not found any symptoms for the time being, and it doesn't have a cold, but you said it has lost appetite recently. Doubt it...is it not in a good mood?"

Shen Yan was slightly stunned, a thought flashed in his mind, he felt as if he had touched the truth.

In order to prove his conjecture, he troubled Liu Xinrong to record a part of Pearl's barking and played it to Milk Tea. The originally listless fur kid's eyes lit up, and he followed the source of the sound and responded eagerly.

Sure enough, he is lovesick.

In addition, Shen Yan also conducted self-reflection. These days, he was busy completing his winter vacation homework and improving his English listening skills. The rest of the time was either making videos with Song Qikun or cooking for Shen Xin. He really didn't play with him much.

Shen Yan turned off the recording, went to get the toy box of milk tea, played with it in the living room, immersed in it and forgot the passage of time.

When Shen Xin came home from get off work, one person and one cat were playing with cardboard boxes.