After detonating the hot search

There was the sound of water in the room, Shen Huaijing glanced at the bathroom, took a set of pajamas from the closet, went out, turned and entered the next room.

The guest room is not occupied all the year round, although it is clean, it is very empty, and there is always an atmosphere of a model room that no one cares about.

Shen Huaijing threw his pajamas on the bed, walked over and opened the window.

It seemed to be raining heavily, and it was foggy, and the moisture was seeping through the windows into the room.

Shen Huaijing clicked his tongue and took out a cigarette from his pocket, but he just bit on it and didn't light it.

The phone rang at this moment.

It's Fulin.

Probably knew what he was going to say, but Shen Huaijing still picked it up.

"I heard they said that you brought Nian Nian home?" Manager Fu automatically skipped over a certain drunk.

Teacher Shen also automatically skipped it, and responded without emotion.

"So where are you now?"

"Jiangbei."

"Jiangbei? How did you run so far?" Fu Lin thought for a while, "Worried about being photographed by paparazzi?"

Although the Jiangbei villa is far away, the privacy is indeed well done, otherwise someone would have touched it with Erxia's two-month recording time.

"No," Shen Huaijing's voice seemed unreal in the sound of rain and wind outside the window, "he is more familiar with this side."

Fu Lin: "..."

"You brought him back, where do you let him sleep?"

"Where can I still sleep." Shen Huaijing said casually, looking at the cigarette in his hand, hesitating whether to light it, and going to take a bath after smoking.

Fu Lin: "... to sleep with you?"

"If you have this spare time, get up and go outside for a couple of laps."

"You think I want to call you in the middle of the night?" Fu Lin choked, "I'm not afraid of you... Anyway, just to remind you, the group will be recorded in a few days, and the first issue will not be released I should go to Shuangcheng by accident, the trip is far away, and it is just right to catch a cold every year, you...cough, don't, don't go too far."

"What's the matter?" Shen Huaijing said indifferently.

Fu Lin was left speechless by the question, he said no, and he didn't say no, thinking of Wen Nian's cold, he finally lost his old face: "What fire did you say, what fire do you think you can get over if you share the same bed? ?? You really want me to say it?"

Shen Huaijing had a headache when he heard it: "I can't pass."

Fu Lin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you know."

After speaking, he heard a "click", which was very soft but clear, like the sound of a lighter.

"Is that the sound of a lighter? Are you smoking?"

Shen Huaijing paused, and his voice became even weaker: "What are your ears made of?"

"Radar did it." Fu Lin replied casually.

He glanced at the time, it was almost one o'clock, what kind of cigarettes did he smoke without sleeping in the middle of the night.

"Don't tell me you're outside now?" Fu Lin asked.

"Room." Shen Huaijing replied.

"You still smoke in the room? Are you afraid of smelling it every year?"

"I can't smell it," Shen Huaijing leaned on the window sill, his voice was tired and loose, and he listened carefully with a hint of impatience, "Two rooms, smell it for me."

"Two...?" Fu Lin suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke again, his voice full of joy: "No wonder you have time to answer my phone."

Shen Huaijing suddenly laughed.

A bad premonition flooded into Fu Lin's heart like a tide.

"Since Mr. Fu has the time, please entrust Mr. Fu with the next series of work."

It has been a long time since I heard the word "Fu Zong". This time, Fu Zong heard it twice in a row: "..."

Shen Huaijing hung up the phone, finished smoking, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as Shen Huaijing opened the door, he saw Wen Nian standing at the door in his pajamas, holding a bottle of aromatherapy in his hand.

The size of his pajamas obviously didn't fit him very well. The neckline was loose and open, revealing a large white collarbone.

Shen Huaijing wanted to smoke again.

He reached out and rolled up Wen Nian's slightly longer sleeves.

"If it doesn't fit, there's something else in the closet."

Wen Nian didn't move, just looked down at Shen Huaijing rolling up his sleeves for him: "No, this one is pretty good."

The two have the same style, except that one is gray and the other is white, which makes Wen Nian a little...happy for no reason.

Seeing Shen Huaijing looking at the bottle of aromatherapy, Wen Nian came back to his senses: "Brother Lin said you didn't sleep well a few days ago, let me bring you the sleep aid aromatherapy in the room and say you like the smell."

"Aside from aromatherapy, what else can I say?" Shen Huaijing took the aromatherapy.

Wen Nian turned his eyes, and the ashtray on the window sill came into view, with a stub of cigarette inside.

"Say you smoke."

"I've already taken a shower, and it doesn't smell." When I first smoked, I opened the window, and the night wind was strong, and the smell of smoke in the room had already dissipated.

"I'm not talking about that," Wen Nian looked away, "You smoked two cigarettes in one night even in the parking lot."

"Why are you smoking again?"

Shen Huaijing looked at Wen Nian, and suddenly leaned casually towards the door. The light was unobstructed, and it filled the area in front of the door, so bright that Wen Nian was in a trance.

"Really want to know?" Shen Huaijing said.

Wen Nian: "Huh?"

Shen Huaijing put the aromatherapy on the shelf by the door, and his voice was too weak: "Because I was thinking of a suitable reason to apply to stay in my boyfriend's room overnight."

Wen Nian: "..."

"...Did you find it?" Wen Nian said, staring at the geometric pattern on the carpet in front of the door.

"There are many reasons," Shen Huaijing, "I don't know if the boyfriend is right or not."

Wen Nian felt like he was swinging on a bridge cable, swaying left and right.

When the carpet pattern counted to the seventh, Wen Nian asked in a low voice, "Are you sleepy now?"

Shen Huaijing: "Huh?"

Wen Nian looked up: "If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

That is to say, it is accurate.

Shen Huaijing smiled: "What about you?"

"...I'll be late." Wen Nian said.

Shen Huaijing's eyes drooped slightly, and this time he really laughed so hard that his chest trembled: "Do you think I asked this question just to sleep in that room alone?"

Wen Nian: "...No."

He didn't mean it either.

Wen Nian's drooping fingers moved slightly, and during the movement, the sleeves that had been rolled up slipped off, just covering his clenched fingers.

"Brother Lin said you didn't sleep well two days ago, I think you should go to bed early," Wen Nian adjusted his breathing, and continued, "I just slept in the car, not too sleepy, maybe... it will be noisy you."

After a moment of silence, Wen Nian said again, "The porridge downstairs is not cooked yet."

Shen Huaijing turned and went into the bathroom, came out with a clean towel, and dried Wen Nian's hair: "Then go downstairs."

Wen Nian raised his head between the white fluffy towels: "Going downstairs?"

Shen Huaijing: "Don't you want to cook porridge?"

Wen Nian: "I'll just go."

Shen Huaijing smiled: "You won't be allowed to accompany you to the supermarket, and you won't be allowed to cook porridge?"

"Aren't you sleepy?" Wen Nian looked at the dark sky outside, "It's very late."

Shen Huaijing's movement of wiping his hair slowed down, and in the current posture, he gently pinched the back of Wen Nian's neck: "Do you know why I brought you back to Jiangbei?"

Wen Nian: "Xiaohan..."

Shen Huaijing interrupted him with a chuckle: "No."

"He has an assistant there, not nobody."

"He won't move around in the car when he's drunk."

Wen Nian stared at him blankly.

Shen Huaijing confessed: "I brought him here because I wanted to bring you here."

"It means that I want to be with you even if it's cooking porridge, do you understand?"

A soothing, untainted kiss fell on the bridge of the nose.

Shen Huaijing's breathing was very close and hot, Wen Nian's heart palpitated, and the hands hidden under his sleeves were clenched and then loosened.

But all the palpitations settled down in the sentence "Even if I want to cook porridge, I want to be with you", and the bridge rope in my heart suddenly stopped shaking.

"Okay." Wen Nian said.

The slanting wind and cold rain outside the window, the pruned roses entered a new growth period, and grew up all the way up the wall.

The casserole in the kitchen was steaming, and the millet had been soaked for a long time, and the aroma was stronger than before.

The movie was played on the projection screen in the living room, and the two of them sat on the sofa with a glass of honey water and a blanket covered.

Time seems to go back a long time ago.

"Is it cold?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian nestled in Shen Huaijing's arms and shook his head.

"'I can give what they can give, and I can give what they can't'." Wen Nian's voice overlapped with the voice in the movie.

Word for word, timing, and even the pace of speech.

Shen Huaijing himself didn't remember it so clearly.

He laughed, pressed the pause button, and was about to exit when Wen Nian's hand stuck up: "Just watch this."

"Change to something you haven't seen." Shen Huaijing was afraid that he would be bored.

Wen Nian said truthfully, "I've seen all your movies."

Shen Huaijing was so straightforward that he didn't know what to say.

His heart seemed to be rubbed by something: "Then don't look at me."

Wen Nian was silent for a moment, then pressed the play button again: "... just watch this."

"It's not for you to watch," Shen Huaijing said, "I'm afraid you will be bored."

Wen Nian looked up in his arms: "Do you think your movie is boring?"

The tone of questioning made Shen Huaijing dumbfounded: "Are you a fan or a boyfriend now?"

Wen Nian reflected, the tone just now was indeed... a bit fierce.

Just about to speak, Shen Huaijing answered for him: "It's all, I know."

Wen Nian: "."

The movie is put to the last shot, ending in a vast plain.

The breathing of the person in his arms has become steady.

Shen Huaijing withdrew from the movie interface, and even hugged the blanket with someone.

Wen Nian opened his eyes in a daze: "It's over?"

"Well, go to sleep." Shen Huaijing coaxed.

While half dreaming and half awake, two words flashed through Hun Chao's mind.

"Aromatherapy." Wen Nian said.

"You didn't sleep well, sleep aid..."

Every time Wen Nian said a word, Shen Huaijing's heart softened a little.

It's all said and done, I still remember this.

"Understood, sleep well." Shen Huaijing placed a kiss between his eyebrows.

On the first day of October, it rained all night.

Shen Han woke up from the cold, staring at the ceiling in a daze for 5 minutes.

He tilted his head and saw the familiar rose on the wall and the familiar villa on the opposite side through the window, and then he suddenly remembered where it was.

His brother's villa.

His brother took him back to Jiangbei Villa last night.

Shen Han pressed his temples and sat up.

After sobering up, the residual alcohol was the hardest to get rid of, and all his thoughts seemed to be slowed down by half a beat. He only realized that his throat hurt when he saw the empty water glass beside the bed.

Shen Han resigned himself to his fate and got up, stepping on his coat on the ground.

Want to pick it up, but too lazy to bend down.

Drinking water is important.

With chicken coop hair on his head, Shen Han picked up the water glass on the table and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, another door not far away just opened.

His brother came out of his room.

A few seconds later, his brother...'s partner also came out of his brother...'s room, wearing pajamas that were exactly the same style as his brother's, except for the different colors, and even the size was visible to the naked eye.

Shen Han: "..."

Shen Han's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

He must not have woken up yet.

Or the wine from last night has not sobered up yet.

It's okay, just drink a cup of hot water and everything will be fine.

Shen Han staggered two steps back and stood against the wall.

"Haven't woken up yet?" Shen Huaijing spoke first.

"Ah, yes, I haven't woken up yet."

Shen Han's mind went blank, and he greeted instinctively: "Brother, good morning."

His gaze numbly turned behind his brother.

"Nian...uh." In a daze, he remembered that his brother seemed to ask him to call him sister-in-law last night.

"Sister-in-law...uh." But Niannian seemed to refuse to shout.

"Er... early."

The atmosphere was suffocating.

Shen Huaijing's voice was cold: "Is it 'early' over?"

Shen Han: "It's over."

Shen Huaijing: "Then you plan to stand here until noon."

Shen Han tightly held the water glass in his hand: "No, I, I want to go down and drink some water."

Shen Huaijing glanced at the water glass in his hand.

Shen Han shivered a bit: "I seem to be less thirsty all of a sudden, and suddenly I'm a little sleepy. I'll go in and catch up. You can call me the day after tomorrow."