I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Didn't sleep well last night, Song Ziyan felt sleepy after eating a small bun.

Going to take a shower and change into home clothes, Song Ziyan lay comfortably on the bed, picked up his phone, and habitually opened Weibo.

When Song Ziyan was 12 years old, his parents divorced, and he and his mother went back to Russia.But he himself is Chinese, and he often pays attention to domestic current affairs hotspots.

Song Ziyan clicked on the trending search and saw a familiar name.

The third hot search.

#青日言言dubbing "Meet You Again Tonight" xxx#

Qingri Yanyan. Song Ziyan flashed in shame and annoyance, and went to bed after reading the rest.

I don't know if it was because of seeing that name, Song Ziyan had a dream about that summer again after a long absence.

Song Ziyan was 16 years old that year, and he returned to China during the summer vacation.

My uncle Bai Yanqing, who was studying in the United States, also returned to China.

Bai Yanqing is only one year older than Song Ziyan, and he is said to be his uncle, but he is not related by blood.

Song Ziyan's grandfather and Bai Yanqing's father were comrades in arms through life and death. After a mission, one stayed in the military camp, and the other retired to inherit the family business.

Later, Song Ziyan's grandfather died when he was on a mission. A few years later, his grandmother also died of illness.

Bai Qihong took the leftover son of his comrade-in-arms to his home.

Song Ziyan has always had a good relationship with this uncle who is only one year older than him, who would have imagined...

The dream was all fragments, and it was Song Ziyan who happily took two ice creams to Bai Yanqing's room.All of a sudden, Bai Yanqing hugged Song Ziyan, who was blushing and struggling, in his arms. In front of him was a movie viewing screen that was the entire length and width of the wall.

At one point, Song Ziyan was wearing pajamas, crying non-stop, Bai Yanqing put his arms around his waist, and whispered something in his ear, Song Ziyan's face turned red and then pale.

At first, Bai Yanqing put on the earphones for Song Ziyan, refused to take them off, and held him in his arms. Then when Song Ziyan was dizzy and his face was hot, the earphones were taken off, and a low laugh came from his ears. Bai Yanqing said: "Yanyan, you..."

Song Ziyan woke up suddenly, his breathing stopped for a few seconds, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the scene in the room clearly.

It scared him to death. It turned out to be a dream. He thought it was. Song Ziyan thumped the quilt angrily, not thinking about those things.He took a look at his phone.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and I slept for more than two hours.

Song Ziyan got up.

In the kitchen, Alisa and the others were cooking, and Song Ziyan chatted with them before going outside.

As soon as he went out, he heard an immature child's voice: "Hey, Julian!"

Song Ziyan looked over, and outside the iron fence, a seven or eight-year-old blond boy was bouncing around and waving at him.

Song Ziyan immediately laughed and waved: "Hey, Bruce."

Bruce is the child of the neighbor next door. Before Song Ziyan returned to Russia, the child often came to play with him.

Bruce bypassed the iron gate and ran in through the gate.

Song Ziyan patted his head and saw a little blond girl standing where Bruce used to be: "Is that your friend? Why don't you ask her to come with you?"

Bruce said: "Her name is Laura, my classmate, she is very shy. By the way, I just came to say hello to you. I will go on a date with Laura later."

"Oh my God," Song Ziyan couldn't help laughing, "Bruce, you are so good."

Bruce blushed: "Julian! Don't make fun of me!"

"I didn't make fun of you, I really think you're amazing," Song Ziyan smiled, and stroked his head again, "Lola is very pretty."

"Huh!" Bruce looked proud, and said again when he saw Song Ziyan, "But you are more beautiful, Julian."

"Bruce, I'm a man."

"But you are very beautiful, and Laura also said it." He didn't see Song Ziyan at first, but Laura pulled him and said that there was a princess with 'red hair' and short hair in the garden.

"And she said you were a princess," Bruce asked naively, "Julian, honestly, are you a princess?"

".of course not."

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to find Laura. Are you still here tomorrow?"

"I'll be here until the 31st."

"OK, I'll come to play with you tomorrow." Bruce was about to leave with his short legs, but stopped again, glanced at Laura outside the fence, and said coyly, "Julian, your roses are so beautiful , can I pick one?"

Children nowadays are really good, Song Ziyan smiled: "There are thorns, I will pick them for you."

He looked around, told Bruce to wait, and went to the house to get a pair of scissors.

When Fegelein came back, he saw such a scene.

The evening sky is like a dream.

The red roses in the flower bed are in full bloom, and the breeze blows by, bringing a faint fragrance to the nostrils.

Song Ziyan, who had just woken up, had slightly messy brown-red hair, was wearing a loose white long T-shirt, a pair of light gray trousers, and a pair of white slippers with ten pearl-like round toes on his feet.

Holding a pair of scissors in his hand, he walked to the flower bed, bent down, and stretched out his snow-white hands.

For a while, the roses seemed to lose their color.

Bruce next to him didn't like the one he chose and pointed to the other one.

Song Ziyan smiled and was about to cut it.

"Crack." The sound of the camera.

Song Ziyan turned around in response.

Fegelein put down the camera, and his face remained unchanged. This was not the first time he had taken pictures of Song Ziyan.

"Hey, Fegelein." Bruce greeted him.

Fegelein nodded and walked forward.

Song Ziyan and Bruce looked at him, and when he entered the room, Bruce whispered, "Julian, your brother is always so stern, I never saw him smile."

Song Ziyan didn't know how to explain it to Bruce, so he just stopped talking.

At the dinner table, Song Ziyan and Fegelein resumed the mode of being brothers and sisters, as if what happened last night really never happened.

On the weekend of the next day, Mr. Carl was going on a business trip to Italy, and the maids and housekeepers also went home on vacation.

In such a big family, only Song Ziyan and Figelein were left.

System: [Julian didn't take Fegelein's displeasure that night to heart, he is a man, and Julian is well aware of his own weapon, so this morning...]