After the rain

Dao, with surprise in his eyes.

Song Qikun said with a smile: "I will make many kinds, and I will make them for you in the future."

"Yeah." Shen Yan's eyes brightened, pointing to the newly baked butter cookies, "I want to try one."

"Kiss me to taste it." Song Qikun took the opportunity to ask for benefits.

With the condition of zero difficulty, Shen Yan leaned over to kiss him without hesitation.

From a short distance away, a voice came in.

"Song Qikun, there are playing cards... I'm sorry, you continue." Hu Rui's movements of turning the direction were very smooth, coming and going like the wind.

Shen Yan's expression was calm, and he looked away after one glance, showing no sign of embarrassment from being knocked out.

Song Qikun couldn't help laughing, and pecked his lips, "Take it yourself, I'll find playing cards for them."

"it is good."

At six o'clock, the food is served.

Although Shen Yan didn't talk much, he always answered every question, and got along fairly well with Song Qikun's roommates.

The host and guest had a great time eating a meal, and the venue ended after nine o'clock.

Clean up the mess, the hour hand is about to point to eleven o'clock.

Shen Yan went to the bathroom to take a bath, and Song Qikun followed in calmly, with a pure smile: "Together."

His behavior was restless, and he aroused each other's desires, and things became more and more logical after that

Shen Yan's complexion was fair, and Song Qikun gnawed everywhere, like a dog having fun on the snow, picked up two beautiful pink fruits, first pulled them with his paws, then rolled them into his mouth to taste the taste, and licked them until they were wet. The color becomes reddish.

Reluctantly leaving the fruit where it was, he ran on, crossing a meadow and tripping over a fleshy bone.

Shen Yan pressed his head, buried his fingers in his hair, exerted force involuntarily, his brows were sometimes raised and sometimes stretched, and his breath was completely messed up.

After a busy day and this experience, Shen Yan was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Listening to his steady breathing, Song Qikun secretly recalled all the things just now, and took a closer look at his sleeping face with the help of the bedside lamp. Feeling satisfied, he was finally willing to close his eyes and fall asleep.

A night without dreams.

Song Qikun is used to getting up early, and Shen Yan's biological clock has not yet left the high school pattern, and most of the time he wakes up earlier than him, but the two of them like to stay in bed when they get together.

I don't know when it started to rain last night, and it hasn't stopped until now. The sound of wind and rain outside the window is like a lullaby.

"Aren't you going to get up and do your homework?" Shen Yan remembered that there were homework assignments for the compulsory courses on Tuesday.

Song Qikun closed his eyes and recalled that there was indeed homework, and the deadline was noon tomorrow.

"I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me." He couldn't help laughing, rubbed his cheek against Shen Yan's hair, and said lazily, "I miss you so much that I don't even want to study."

"What do you miss me?" Shen Yan was puzzled.

He is here, so there is no need to think about it.

"I wonder if you should brush your teeth first or wash your face first."

Shen Yan didn't pay attention to this, so he estimated, "Brush your teeth first."

"Nonsense, you wash your face first every morning."

"Really?"

"Thousands, true, ten thousand, true." Song Qikun jumped out word by word, wrapping his hands and feet around him, rubbing his forehead into the crook of his neck, it was so sticky, "I'm hungry."

Shen Yan was so hugged by him that he couldn't move, and his heart was full of him, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Song Qikun thought for a few seconds before answering, "Dumplings, with soup."

"Do you want fried eggs?"

"want."

"it is good."

The two get up and take a shower.

Shen Yan turned on the faucet, scooped up some water to wash his face, suddenly remembered the conversation just now, paused, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Qikun who was squeezing toothpaste.

"Squint your eyes again." Song Qikun tapped his head lightly, "Do you still think the degree is not high enough?"

"I can't control it." Shen Yan bent down and quickly washed his face, pulled off the towel with one hand to dry it, and took the toothbrush he handed over with the other hand very naturally.

Toothpaste has been squeezed out.

Song Qikun said: "If this goes on like this, it will be a vicious circle. Why don't you find time for laser surgery?"

"En." Shen Yan brushed his teeth, biting the words vaguely, "It can be considered."

After breakfast, Song Qikun went to the study to finish his homework.A few very simple essay questions don't take much time.

Shen Yan didn't have anything to do for the time being, so he just quietly accompanied him.

He picked a magazine from the bookcase, and was not in a hurry to read it. His eyes followed the sound of the rain and flew to the gray sky, then fell into the bustling city, from far to near, and finally fixed on the water droplets on the glass window.

Merging, slipping, one after another, like finding a place to belong.

His shoulders sank suddenly, and Song Qikun's curious voice sounded, "What are you looking at? So fascinated."

Shen Yan turned his face to the side, looked at him in silence for a while, then moved closer to kiss his forehead.

A very short touch, as soft as a feather caressing.

Song Qikun instinctively closed his eyes, his heart numb like an electric shock.

He laughed lowly: "Be more careful."

"Huh?" Shen Yan focused his eyes.

Song Qikun put his hands around his neck, rubbed his thumbs against his ears, and slightly raised his head to kiss his lips.

It is a more intimate contact, almost inseparable.

Shen Yan always had difficulty parrying his exuberant enthusiasm. When he retreated, he was already dazed by the kiss, and he calmed down and breathed absently.

Song Qikun wrote a chapter as the ending, with a hoarse voice: "I will finish writing soon, let's cook together later."

Shen Yan nodded dully, "Yes."

Shen Yan had no idea how popular Song Qikun was in school.

He only knows that this person’s WeChat friend verification is never interrupted, gifts and confessions come and go, there is endless water when playing, no matter it is a professional class or a public class, there are girls who will specially occupy seats for him, and they are often approached on the road. .

Not to mention such an important day as birthday, there are countless blessings and invitations.

But Song Qikun didn't have the energy to pay attention to it. After the morning class, he went to the office to hold a work meeting, followed by the qualification review of cadre candidates, and he was free until the evening.

He was afraid that Shen Yan would be bored, so he didn't let him accompany him after lunch.

Just finished work here, Shen Yan's news just came over, set a strong reminder, and displayed it on the full screen.

Baby: [Are you done?

Song Qikun replied: [I'm done. ]

Baby: [I'm downstairs. ]

Song Qikun: [I'll be here soon! ]

When they met, Shen Yan gave him the prepared bouquet.

Eucalyptus leaves and pink roses, meaning love you forever.

"So romantic." Song Qikun took it with both hands, full of joy: "Thank you."

The surprise didn't stop there, Shen Yan cooked him a bowl of longevity noodles with good color and fragrance, the cake was also made by himself, the decoration was exquisite, showing his heart everywhere.

The dim candlelight casts a layer of warmth on the surroundings.

Shen Yan sang the birthday song to Song Qikun with a deep and gentle voice and a soothing rhythm, which sounded like a love song.After he had made a wish, he blew out the candles and gave him a birthday present.

"Can you open it?" Song Qikun held it cherished, smiling with red eyes.

Shen Yan nodded: "Yes."

The gift box is full of raffies, and taking gifts is like a treasure hunt.

The first gift Song Qikun took out was a razor, a brand he hadn't seen before, but it was worth a lot just by looking at the outer packaging.

The second one was a letter. He unfolded it and read it. After reading a few lines, he shed tears. He frantically found a tissue to wipe it, and his movements were extremely cautious, lest the handwriting be smudged.

The third piece is an orange cat wool felt doll with a fat body and the appearance of milk tea.

Song Qikun was moved and remembered the sad things, suppressed the crying and said: "The big doll we made together before was accidentally broken by me. Can you teach me how to fix it?"

Shen Yan couldn't think of it for a while, but first agreed to him: "Okay."

The fourth is a short-sleeved T-shirt, white, with two ginkgo leaves embroidered with silver thread on the chest.

Song Qikun asked eagerly: "Is it a couple model?"

Shen Yan really didn't expect him to care about this, "...No."

The fifth item is a pair of shoes, a limited edition of a certain brand, and the price is very high.Song Qikun muttered, "Spending money indiscriminately."

The sixth piece is a platinum ring with an understated style and lettering on the inside.

Song Qikun stared blankly for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were burning like a torch, "Where's yours?"

Shen Yan took out the ring in his pocket.

They put rings on each other and lock a heart for an eternity.

The air seemed to be thin and dry, and Song Qikun wanted to kiss, but the phone rang inappropriately, and the caller ID was "Mom".

He pressed answer, "Hello, Mom."

Wang Zhiyun first cared about his recent situation, asked about his health, and then mentioned the main thing, wishing him a happy 20th birthday, and then handed over the phone to Song Ye.

Song Qikun responded, saw Shen Yan standing up, and asked him where he was going with his eyes.

Shen Yan made a mouth shape: take a bath.

The father and son didn't chat for a few words, and the phone returned to Wang Zhiyun's hands.

Song Qikun heard her say something about her parents, and responded patiently.

Wang Zhiyun hesitated for a while, but still asked: "You... are you and Shen Yan okay?"

After all, they have been separated for several years, and they developed into cohabitation as soon as they reunited. Many aspects need to be adjusted.

"Okay." When mentioning Shen Yan, Song Qikun's tone became brisk, "He just celebrated my birthday. He made longevity noodles and cakes by himself, and he even gave me a bunch of presents."

"That's good, that's good." Wang Zhiyun murmured a few words, paused for a few seconds, and asked a little nervously: "Is he...by your side? I want to talk to him."

"He went to take a shower." Song Qikun said truthfully.

"Ah... oh." Wang Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then we'll talk about it another day."

The two chatted for a while, and the call ended.

Song Qikun carefully put away the presents, put the cake in the refrigerator, and saved it for tomorrow.

The bathroom door opened, Shen Yan came out wiping her hair, squinted at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

Song Qikun walked by