Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

Song Yichi suddenly remembered that his confession plan was forcibly interrupted by various factors. It doesn't matter if he doesn't mention the past, anyway, he has already brought him back, and whether he agrees or not is his, and it is impossible to escape.

So he only paused for a moment, and immediately patted his chest to assure Mother Song: "Of course he agreed! Mom, you are not biased by asking so many questions, right?"

"Does your mother look stubborn? Huh?!" Song's mother raised her eyebrows and threatened Song Yichi's forehead with the shovel.

"No way, you are young." Knowing that Song's mother agreed, Song Yichi hurriedly smiled and flattered her.

"Go, go, take the dishes out, don't bother me here." There are still two dishes that haven't been fried, and Song's mother is too lazy to talk to him.

During the meal, Song's mother, who was thinking about Song Yichi's marriage, suddenly felt that Shu Han was also very good, he was really good-looking, stable and reliable, no matter how you looked at it.

Shu Han noticed Song's mother's small gestures of scrutinizing her. Feeling weird, she looked for an opportunity to give Song Yichi a questioning look. Song Yichi held up his chopsticks and pressed it down, meaning to explain later, and Shu Han continued to bury his head in eating.

The Song family is used to eating without talking at the dinner table, and rarely speaks. Today, there is an extra set of bowls and chopsticks. Song Yichi feels that he has a new family. Limited by the lack of ingredients, the slightly monotonous meals have become very delicious. No wonder Sein Fei He was clamoring to find someone to marry, but having someone he liked was really different. It made him feel like he had become a circle and had a complete family.

Except for the cafeteria and dinner parties, Shu Han has hardly eaten with anyone, especially the home-cooked meals at the small family table. At this moment, the loneliness that has been accompanying him has disappeared without a trace, replaced by warmth and relaxation.

He glanced at Song Yichi out of the corner of his eye, pursed his lips and secretly smiled, feeling warm in his heart.

At Song Yichi's strong request, the dining table was handed over to two young people who couldn't cook, and Song's mother went for a walk in peace.

Spring is officially here, it is neither hot nor cold outside, and the military area is very safe, and there are many people in the family dormitory. Mother Song has lived here for more than a month and has met many acquaintances. The big guys gather downstairs every day to chat. Chatting and unraveling each other's depressed mood is like a community event in the past.

The two people who stayed at home were washing the dishes slowly, chatting while doing the washing. After Song's mother went out, Shu Han was obviously more relaxed. Song Yichi secretly laughed. Even Song's mother noticed that the time for the walk was half an hour earlier than usual.

"Don't go back tonight..."

Shu Han was startled instantly, he loosened his hand unconsciously, and the spoon fell back into the sink, making a loud metal-like collision.

This progress is too fast!

Song Yichi had just spoken halfway, and before the word "I" came out, he heard a "bang dang". Looking at the astonished eyes of the other party, he knew that he was thinking wrong: "I have something to tell you tonight, what are you thinking?"

Shu Han wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, but he couldn't turn around and leave the work to Song Yichi alone, so he had to pretend to wash the dishes seriously. After washing a spoon five times, Song Yichi couldn't help but save the poor man. He picked up the spoon, shook the water off his hand, and without wiping it, he stretched out his hand to embrace Shu Han and pulled him closer to his arms.

"However, if you are looking forward to it, it's not that I can't agree~" Song Yichi blinked with a smile and teased.

Shu Han rolled his eyes disrespectfully, pinched Song Yichi's chin with his wet hands and pulled it forward, took a bite not to be outdone, and finally smacked his mouth: "Well, it smells like tomatoes."

Song Yichi couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing, Shu Han lay on his shoulder and laughed along with him: "Stop making trouble, water is dripping everywhere, you hurry up and clean up the dishes, I'll wipe the floor."

He pushed Song Yichi away and turned to look for the mop. Two dark water-stained handprints were clearly printed on the back of his T-shirt, showing ownership and extreme arrogance. Song Yichi was very satisfied with his masterpiece, but unfortunately it could only last for a short while. It will soon be evaporated dry by body temperature.

Song Yichi put the tableware into the drainer one by one, neatly stacked, sat at the table and rubbed his chin to watch Shu Han mop the floor.

Just now, when I hugged him, I obviously felt that my arms were empty. This person lost more than [-] kilograms by visual inspection. Shu Han kept silent about the life in the experimental area. If he didn't say anything, it didn't mean that Song Yichi couldn't guess. He was locked there for more than a month. It is certain that you can't eat well, sleep well, feel depressed, but your body has to resist the enhancer reaction, and it is inevitable that you will lose weight.

Originally, the two were about the same height, but Shu Han's frame was bigger than his, so his shoulders seemed wider. Although Song Yichi didn't want to admit it, before they stood together, Shu Han did look stronger than himself. Song Yichi felt a little distressed by not being able to get up, so let's be strong, at least be healthy.

There are a lot of things in the space. Song Yichi tried hard to think about how to match them to replenish the meat. He preferred high-calorie foods, sweets, meat, and protein. It was best to drink some milk or yogurt every day.

"What are you thinking about?" Shu Han dragged himself to find that Song Yichi's chin was propped up, his eyes were distracted and he didn't know where his mind had wandered.Didn't it mean that you feel sleepy when you're full, and you go into a daze when you're hungry?Why is this man stunned after eating too much?

"I miss you." Song Yichi raised his eyes and looked at him and replied casually.

"You don't have a fever, do you? Why is it weird today?" Shu Han smiled and reached out to slap Song Yichi on the forehead, but Song Yichi grabbed it quickly and pulled him back into the room, "There are even more strange things for you to see." .”

The two sat on the bed facing each other. Song Yichi turned Shu Han's hand over, palm up, and his right hand, palm down, hung vacantly above it. Shu Han didn't know what he was going to do, but he didn't rush to urge him. Instead, wait patiently.

Song Yichi took a deep breath, looked into Shu Han's eyes, and asked solemnly, "Are you ready?"

Space is his greatest secret, and it is also the reliance of his survival. He understands the principle of innocence and guilt. In order to protect the space, he dare not use the things inside it lightly, for fear of accidentally causing trouble.Shu Han is the person he chooses to be with him for the rest of his life. Song Yichi believes that in addition to liking him, he should also give him enough trust and be honest with each other to go further.

Shu Han heard Song Yichi's tone as if he was about to announce some important decision, his heart was shaken, and he understood his meaning in an instant, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like lingering spring rain, thin and soft, falling on the bottom of his heart, being touched The nourishing seedling doubled in height in the blink of an eye, and swayed happily.

"I'm ready." No matter what Song Yichi wanted to say, he was willing to accept it.

But Song Yichi didn't say anything after that, Shu Han suddenly felt his palms sink, as if it was something in a hard box.Song Yichi smiled and moved his right hand away, and Shu Han found a box of yogurt popping out of his hand at some point!

Um?What the hell? !

Shu - the atheist - Han, almost threw the yogurt out of his hands, but he quickly calmed down and realized that it couldn't be something from gods and ghosts.

He looked up at Song Yichi in a daze, wanting to ask what this is?How did it come about?New ability or telekinesis?But my mind was stuck, and all the questions that came out were blocked at the exit. I didn't know how to express it, so I could only open my mouth and couldn't say a word: "You... this..."

"Yogurt for you." Compared to Shu Han's shock, Song Yichi's expression was as calm as usual. After admiring the other party's silly expression, he frowned, thoughtfully tearing open the straw for him and inserting it.

Shu Han conveniently put the yogurt on the bed, and pulled Song Yichi's hands to touch the cuffs and arms curiously, "Where did you conjure it? Is it a new ability?"

Of course he recognized yogurt, the question was where did it come from?It's been almost three months since the end of the world broke out. Vegetables and fruits are rotten and smelly, not to mention dairy products that are easily spoiled. There is no special reason, how can it be preserved for so long!

"No, let's guess again." Song Yichi groped for himself, trying to make things difficult for him. Shu Han's distressed expression must be very interesting.

Shu Han would not do what he wished, if he couldn't turn it over, he simply wouldn't turn it over, sat back on his buttocks and began to use the method of elimination to analyze: "The supernatural ability has been denied, things can't appear out of thin air, and the strange power can't be ruled out; you don't have any Ornaments, they won't be extraterrestrial space buttons." He thought quickly, and suddenly he remembered how he had doubted how Song Yichi walked to safety with a hundred catties of pure water on his back without a car. area, combined with the opponent's ability to fetch objects from a distance, he thought of a possibility, "Do you have a dimensional backpack similar to that in the game?"

"Is it so easy to guess?" This time it was Song Yichi's turn to show surprise and a little frustration.Shu Han spread his hands, shrugged and said, "It's not easy, but I know you have a secret, and I just thought of it after verifying it."

"Did you find out? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?" Song Yichi was curious, and the questions popped up one after another. He brought potatoes and pumpkins on the road, which were super durable vegetables. How did this person find out that Han has ever used anything eye-catching in front of him!

Shu Han was pleased by Song Yichi's frustrated little eyes, and he smiled proudly: "Do you remember the first time I came to your house in the safe zone, you poured me a glass of white water."

Song Yichi recalled that time when he and his uncle went out to look for supplies. When the car broke down on the way, he ran to the side of the road alone to ask for help. He happened to meet Shu Han who was returning home. He poured a glass of warm water for him out of courtesy when discussing the training plan at his home at night. people.

Shu Han went on to say: "There are subtle differences in the tastes of mineral water, purified water, and tap water. I found out that I was drinking pure water the other day, and calculated the water consumption. knew."

"So you found out so early!" Song Yichi pointed at Shu Han and complained, this person is too bad, he found out that he still kept it hidden, he didn't realize that he was the object of suspicion, Song Yichi rushed to arrest him unwillingly Tickle, "Say, what else are you hiding from me?"

"Oh no! The yogurt is about to pour!" Shu Han raised his hand to block, but the small single bed couldn't withstand two big men fighting, and fell to the ground with a "boom", Song Yichi tragically became the one at the bottom, Grinning his teeth in pain, Shu Han said he deserved it without sympathy, and then he resisted for a while.

In the end, Shu Han was slightly better with his skills, and both of them were out of breath, "Did you tell Aunt Song about the dimensional backpack?" He asked.

"No, my mother couldn't pretend, and told her that she would definitely not be able to sleep at night." Song Yichi replied.

"Why are you telling me?"

Shu Han propped himself up slightly, and stared at Song Yichi with a half-smile. The light from the ceiling was reflected in the man's eyes, like scattered stars, so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off it.