Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

This bath was muddleheaded, and she was a little hypoxic due to the steaming heat. Tan Xu had not yet recovered from the jet lag, and drooped his head sleepily.

He followed Yu Yanchuan up the stairs. On the second floor were several bedrooms and a study room. He saw a large dream catcher hanging on the door of the room: "Why did you bring this here too?"

Yu Yanchuan stopped when he heard the sound, and turned his head to take a deep look at him: "I bought this new one here."

Tan Xu didn't speak, but squeezed past him, and pushed the door open first.

...they don't seem to know each other very well.

He slumped on the bed, almost unable to open his eyes: "I'm so sleepy."

"Don't sleep." Yu Yanchuan pulled the pillow out from under his head, "It will be fine until tomorrow."

Tan Xu turned over on the bed. The layout of the bedroom is very simple, but it can be seen that some furniture has been slowly added recently, such as the telescopic shelf placed on the desk. At a glance, it can be seen that Yu Yanchuan bought it himself.

This is his habit when he was studying. On weekdays, if he was sitting and typing, his mind would be distracted or his neck would hurt. Later, he simply bought a telescopic stand to raise the computer and write papers while standing, which doubled his efficiency.

It seems that Yu Yanchuan will indeed stay here for a while.

Tan Xu squinted his eyes, drowsy from sleepiness. He aimlessly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Have you quit smoking?"

"Really?" Yu Yanchuan knelt on the bed with one knee, took out a cigarette from somewhere, and bit it against his lips, "Why?"

"I didn't see the ashtray." After Tan Xu finished speaking, he turned his head and stared at the unlit cigarette for a while, "Can we fall in love now?"

Yu Yanchuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "It should be."

How do you talk about love? I usually watch the young couples in the class talk about love. It should start with shy handshakes, then touch their knees under the table in class, and occasionally have a meal together...

Tan Xu thought for a while and came to the conclusion that this set of procedures was not suitable for the two of them.

"Will you fall in love?" he asked.

Yu Yanchuan raised his head slightly, this angle seemed to be somewhat condescending, the collar of the loose T-shirt was open, and red marks were faintly visible on the exposed collarbone.

He seemed a little puzzled, but he pulled out a joking expression: "Is there any formula for falling in love? You can do whatever you want."

It's not like "I must be admitted to xx school" as an established goal, and falling in love itself is not just for the sake of talking, the emergence of love is because of heartbeat and liking, a product completely driven by emotion. what purpose.

Just do whatever you want.

Tan Xu thought about it for a while, then he sat up, and with a twist of his fingers, he took the cigarette from Yu Yanchuan's lips, and bowed his head to kiss him.

This time the kiss was very light, he stepped back a little, looking at his own reflection in Yu Yanchuan's eyes.

He suddenly wanted to shatter the reflection, so he raised his hand to hook his neck, and the two of them fell on the bed together.

It was clear that they were always so close before, but Tan Xu seemed to feel the temperature between each other's touch for the first time. He turned over, and the rapid heat was about to burn his whole body.

Yu Yanchuan looked at the person who was close at hand, and the atmosphere was at its peak. He really wanted to ask why he didn't want to have a kiss before.

But he actually knew the answer well. He didn't know what the answer meant to Tan Xu, but at least he didn't care anymore.

In the next second, Tan Xu leaned over again, and rubbed his lips against the side of his neck.

Yu Yanchuan sighed: "It's killing you."

Tan Xu paused.

College students are full of energy, and they can still do these things so actively after traveling for so long.

But Yu Yanchuan had to admit that this time he did it in a refreshed manner. He felt Tan Xu's unhappiness that he didn't know why, and his actions were much more unscrupulous, but he himself was very happy. The feeling of smashing the window paper is very enjoyable.

It was difficult to focus his eyes, and he only heard Tan Xu whispering in his ear: "I'm sorry, I won't look forward and backward again."

Yu Yanchuan couldn't speak, he thought in a trance, after going around and going around and being able to get together again, he thought in a trance, which can be regarded as a manifestation of the greatness of love.

Tan Xu in love has more hobbies that he didn't have before, such as kissing endlessly like a kitten, and baring his teeth and saying harsh words.

But Yu Yanchuan classified all these cruel words as Tiaoqing.

After it was over, they lay side by side on the bed, and when they quieted down, the chirping of birds and cicadas outside the window became clear. Yu Yanchuan felt inexplicably empty in his heart, as if he had stepped on the air and fell on the floating clouds in the air. It looked like a big ball The fluffy white cotton is actually full of water vapor and dust inside, and it can't hold people at all.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, he had finished confessing his love, and his mind was connected, but there was always something wrong.

Yu Yanchuan looked sideways at Tan Xu. Tan Xu sat up, threw the clothes on the ground into the laundry basket, and walked out the door: "I heard your cell phone ringing, let's take a look."

"Yes." Yu Yanchuan said.

It seems that Tan Xu felt the same way, he was so awkward that he couldn't even hold on to being gentle for a moment, and he just found an excuse to slip away, so it wasn't because he was thinking too much.

Yu Yanchuan closed his eyes and savored it carefully. It seemed that none of them could quickly adapt to this change in their relationship. It was a matter of course for others to come to this point. It was more like they were going through the process of falling in love.

He was so blessed that he immediately understood where Tan Xu's unhappiness came from just now.

It is the contradiction between "I don't want to do anything else with you, I just want to have a pure love" and "But if I let me do what I want, I really want to do something else with you".

The formation of this kind of contradiction is too complicated, and those who have never been friends with sex really can't understand it.

Yu Yanchuan wanted to laugh a little, and it was an annoyance that belonged to the two of them alone.

When he saw Tan Xu walking in, he patted the bed: "Whose phone is it?"

Tan Xu crawled back under the quilt with the air from the air conditioner all over his body: "Beacher, is this the little brother who answered the phone for you that day?"

The movement of crawling into his side was very natural. It seems that after going out to calm down for a while, Tan Xu's awkwardness was successfully dissipated, and he returned to the clingy state in the bathroom.

"Yes." Only then did Yu Yanchuan remember that he had received several voice calls from B on the way to the airport, but he hadn't had time to listen to them yet.

He hesitated, and clicked on the voice-to-text first.

But Tan Xu leaned next to him, not moving away at all, just staring at him.

Yu Yanchuan sighed after being watched by him, but still clicked on the playback.

B's always energetic voice sounded a bit dignified, and he said, "Yu, I have cracked the mailbox, which contains a lot of content, including a communication with a domestic IP that spans nearly ten years."

Tan Xu asked before he clicked on the next voice: "Lin Yu's mailbox?"

Yu Yanchuan nodded.

"But since seven years ago, he should have changed to a new mailbox. I am trying my best to crack it, but the new mailbox version is updated too fast, and the wall is also very thick. I will try my best."

Seven years ago, Lin Yu was a freshman in high school, the year before he returned from Manchester City.

"God, I looked at the content of their correspondence. The email exchange started from Lin's primary school age. The other party should be his twin brother."

A sentence struck like lightning, and both Yu Yanchuan and Tan Xu were nailed in place. He looked at the phone in disbelief, and for a moment he couldn't move his finger to the next voice.

Lin Yu's mailbox contains emails that have lasted for nearly ten years since elementary school, and the opposite is his twin brother.

Yu Yanchuan really couldn't digest the news.

Judging from Lin Yu's attitude and various sources, he almost preconceivedly accepted the guess that he might be Lin Yu's mother's brother.

But at this moment, in the veritable memory, which he searched out by himself, is the communication record between Lin Yu and his real "twin brother".

Yu Yanchuan never wrote emails to anyone, and the person who corresponded with Lin Yu was not him.

Who else could that be?

His hands were trembling a little, and he clicked on the last voice.

"I sent the content, but the file is too large and it will take time to receive it."

Yu Yanchuan cursed secretly: "This is a bit difficult."

Things were completely beyond his expectations, so outrageous that his first reaction was to think whether B was reliable.

Beacher heard that Ms. Yu knew many Internet experts all over the country, and he took the initiative to find her connections. That is to say, B's appearance was not arranged by someone, but he found it on his own initiative.

Coupled with all the things in the previous relationship, he thinks that B is unlikely to be installed by others.

So now the question is completely changed, since Lin Yu's twin brother is someone else, all previous conclusions will be overturned.

The situation was so chaotic that he couldn't even reason.

He was staring at the screen in a daze, when someone grabbed his wrist, Tan Xu swept away the broken hair on the side of his face, and said seriously: "Is it possible that there is no such twin brother at all?"

"Impossible." Yu Yanchuan was in a state of confusion, subconsciously denying, "If it's fake, there's no need to use email layouts from Lin Yu Elementary School, I've already asked B to check the visit records of Yu Xinghai's personal doctor that year, Just wait a little longer, and you will know if you have the medical examination records on file."

It was only now that he remembered that from the phone call a few days ago to the bathroom just now, Tan Xu had been talking about Lin Yu all along.

"You said you had something to tell me before." Yu Yanchuan asked, "What is it? Is it something about Lin Yu in China?"

Tan Xu kissed the corner of his lips lightly again, before saying, "I actually feel that Lin Yu himself doesn't know who his brother is."

"What do you mean?" Yu Yanchuan's cell phone rang, and it was the email sent by B who had received it.

"That's the literal meaning, that's why I speculate whether there is no such person at all." Tan Xu said, "Otherwise, how can we communicate for so many years without knowing who it is?"

Yu Yanchuan frowned, looked at him seriously, and said after a while, "Did he look for you?"