The seven years between me and Zha Gong

The morning sun penetrated into the abandoned factory, Lan Weiyu moved his body, opened his eyes, his whole body was sore, and there was still sticky sweat on his neck, he was naked, and Fang Qiyan's coat was on his body.

Lan Weiyu was a little dazed, he sat up slowly, looked at the scattered clothes all over the floor, the memory of last night gradually returned to his mind, he and Fang Qiyan...did it? !

The soreness in his body gave him an affirmative answer, Lan Weiyu hugged his body, a little dazed, Fang Qiyan went upstairs, with one hand behind his back, and the other holding a cup of coffee.

"Here, here you are, it was a bit late last night..." Fang Qiyan handed the coffee to Lan Weiyu, the tips of his ears were reddish, Lan Weiyu raised his head to look at him, his eyes were still confused, "You, you don't remember last night What happened?" Fang Qiyan said angrily, why is he looking at himself so blankly?

Lan Weiyu was still looking at him, without saying a word, Fang Qiyan leaned over, kissed Lan Weiyu's lips fiercely, and said, "How about this, do you remember a little?" Of course Lan Weiyu remembered, yesterday In the evening, Fang Qiyan's domineering and fiery kiss burned his whole body...

Lan Weiyu couldn't tell what it felt like, his chest was filled with sour sweetness, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, instead tears flowed down first, he wiped his tears and choked up, Fang Qiyan panicked , he put the coffee on the ground and whispered: "Hey, don't you cry, what did I do wrong? Did I hurt you last night? I admit that I was a little jerky and unskilled at first, but it turned out to be great, wasn't it? ...Hey, don't you cry?!" 4

Lan Weiyu cried even harder, Fang Qiyan couldn't help it, his face was flushed, he took out a handful of bright red roses from behind, and stuffed them into Lan Weiyu's hand, Lan Weiyu stopped crying, his eyes were red look at him. 5

"Here, send you flowers, don't cry." Fang Qiyan muttered in a low voice, Lan Weiyu sniffed, lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of flowers, he looked at the exaggerated and gorgeous rose petals, and laughed: "Rose, It's tacky..." Fang Qiyan scratched his head and said, "I think it's tacky too, but I heard from my dad that he gave mom a bouquet of red roses on his and mom's wedding night. It’s a tradition in our family.” 2

Tradition... Lan Weiyu raised her head, looked at Fang Qiyan, and said expectantly, "Fang Qiyan, have you ever given someone else a red rose besides me?" Fang Qiyan stopped talking, and Lan Weiyu swallowed, becoming A little nervous: "Have you sent it?"

"No."

Lan Weiyu was stunned.

Fang Qiyan became impatient: "I said no! I only gave it to you! I will only give it to you in the future!" The young man's love words are always easy to come by. Lan Weiyu is not sure how sincere Fang Qiyan is, but he lowers his head, When he saw the rose petals in full bloom, he still raised the corners of his lips and smiled...

On this day, Fang Qiyan and Lan Weiyu were late again. They turned over from the high wall, and Lan Weiyu fell into Fang Qiyan's arms. Leading him to run quickly around the campus, Lan Weiyu watched Fang Qiyan's hair behind his ears lift up, and his white school uniform shirt was blown up by the wind. He felt that the wind blowing on his face was very gentle.

The two ran to the rooftop, stayed away from the door, kissed wantonly, laughed happily in the sun, and lingered for the second time under the blue sky. Lan Weiyu's body was warmed by Fang Qiyan. After the end, he leaned into Fang Qiyan's arms, unconscious drowsy.

Lan Weiyu often dreamed of the love when he was young, but after waking up from the dream, there was only a cold pillow beside him, and he only had a body that had gone through hardships... 20