The good pregnancy of marrying a man and a wife

The name of the white shirt is Peng Yu. It is said that he is a psychiatrist. He and Liang Songyang had been thinking about some tricks a long time ago.Knowing that Liang Songyang finally stepped down from under his fucking wings, he was very excited, and said: "With Su Haoyu, we will be the real Three Musketeers."

Liang Songyang said seriously: "No, no, you alone are enough."

Cheng Yishan took over the conversation and said: "You're cheap, your words are cheap." He rescued Tang Qiu from his hands, and then said solemnly: "You're cheap."

To be honest, when Liang Songyang left home, Cheng Yishan's life was still the same, but he remembered that he was now receiving money from three parties, and couldn't help but open the mirror to examine himself, and praised him in his heart.In addition, Liang Songyang came to the cat's house more often, and sometimes he would help out.

I don't know if it's because of returning to a familiar environment. Recently, Cheng Yishan's inspiration broke out, and he worked at his desk all day long until late at night. Tang Qiu squatted on the table to accompany him.At this warm moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, Cheng Yishan trembled in fright, turned his head to see that it was one o'clock, and Tang Qiu, who was poking his head and putting his face into the quilt, also looked at the door vigilantly.

"Sister-in-law, open the door." Hearing the familiar voice of the three scumbags, Cheng Yishan put down the fruit knife and ran to open the door.

Liang Songyang, who smelled of alcohol, was hanging on Peng Yu's shoulders, and he couldn't stand still. Cheng Yishan saw it, but he didn't care about talking, and hurriedly helped him into the door.

Putting the man on the sofa, Peng Yu shook his shoulders, said relaxedly, "I drank too much if I didn't see him." Then he asked, "Why do you live here alone?"

"The relationship is not going well, separate."

After sending Peng Yu away, when Cheng Yishan went back, he saw Liang Songyang lying on his back on the sofa, holding the boiled water he poured for him just now in his hand, looking at Tang Qiu squatting on the back for a while, and suddenly blew on Tang Qiu's face. Take a breath.

... Tang Qiu became angry in an instant, raised his paw and slapped him.Liang Songyang touched his face, and turned his head to look at Cheng Yishan. After watching for a while, he suddenly made a silly smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Cheng Yishan was a little pleasantly surprised, he was still not drunk, so he ignored Tang Qiu, and happily said to Liang Songyang, "Go to the bathroom and take a shower by yourself."

Liang Songyang nodded, put the teacup on the table, and walked steadily into the bathroom.Cheng Yishan was completely relieved when he heard the sound of water, and ran to the bedroom to tidy up, preparing to let Liang Songyang sleep here for a while.Anyway, I have to wait a while longer. Painting is different from others, just like a writer writes for readers to read, but a painter usually draws for himself, which is a kind of inner catharsis.

When my mother just discovered that Cheng Yishan likes to wear women's clothing, she took him to see a psychiatrist, and then the doctor advised him to learn to draw and express his inner world.My mother believed it and thought it made sense, so she let me learn it, and then I persisted for so many years.

As a result, when I sat down again, I suddenly couldn't continue drawing.So he took out a new piece of paper and looked at the portrait of Tang Qiu who was squatting on the side. As a result, he had just drawn an outline when Cheng Yishan suddenly remembered something was wrong. Looking at the time, more than 40 minutes had passed. Nothing happened.

"Liang Songyang? Are you okay? Are you okay? Tell me?" After asking several times, Cheng Yishan turned the door and went in. The moment he entered, he was still thinking about why he didn't lock the door while taking a shower.As a result, in the next second, he saw the whole person immersed in the bathtub, and immediately couldn't care about anything else, he reached out to fish out the person. He didn't know how long he had been soaking in the water, anyway, Cheng Yishan didn't care that his face sank. Bubbling, he felt a little flustered, and just put his ear on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, when he covered the back of his head with one hand.

Take two shots.

Cheng Yishan raised his head and saw Liang Songyang looking at him with a smile. Seeing him like this, he was so angry that he couldn't help but say, "You can't do this just as a joke, right?"

It took Liang Songyang a long time to react, and then obediently said: "I'm sorry." Then he explained: "I just want to wash my face, I'm holding my breath."

Cheng Yishan laughed angrily, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Your family washes their faces like this!"

"I'm fine, don't worry." Liang Songyang pointed to the door: "Why don't you go out first?"

Only then did Cheng Yishan remember that Liang Songyang was still naked. He was about to say what's the matter, but when he realized it, his face became hot, and he raised his hand to fan the flames, and said, "Here, this Yuba's heating capacity is quite strong. Haha, hahaha, then hurry up and wash, I've cleaned up the room..."

As he spoke, he walked out of the door, picked up the sugar ball squatting at the door, and walked calmly to the living room. Suddenly, he collapsed and nestled on the sofa indiscriminately. He rolled around a few times with the sugar ball in his arms. The round eyes of the ball stared at each other for a while: "Dad seems to be finished."

Tang Qiu rubbed his head against Cheng Yishan's chin, found a suitable position, lay down in a ball, closed his eyes and prepared to go to bed.Cheng Yishan turned his head to look, and realized that it was already two o'clock.

Liang Songyang came out after drying his hair, and asked Cheng Yishan, "Are you still awake? It's late."

Cheng Yishan turned his head to look at the sofa, then silently returned to the bedroom with the pillow and quilt between his hands, spread two quilts and lay down side by side.Cheng Yishan's bed is not as big as the original one in Liang Songyang's room, and sleeping like this now seems very crowded. Cheng Yishan, who is used to sleeping in a big font, lay down with his hands and feet together.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark with a pair of piercing eyes, counting in his heart, he found that Liang Songyang had turned over four times repeatedly, and couldn't help asking him: "Can't you sleep?"

Liang Songyang froze his body all of a sudden, and asked him hesitantly after a while: "Did it wake you up?"

"No, I can't sleep either." Cheng Yishan said, "Before you came, I brewed a cup of strong tea."

Liang Songyang, who was facing outwards, turned over and lay flat: "Drink that refreshing? Since you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Although he knew he couldn't see it, Cheng Yishan shook his head solemnly: "No, you don't understand. In the dead of night, inspiration erupts like a fountain, and it can't be drawn during the day."

Liang Songyang smiled: "Why don't I understand, I have also learned to draw."

"Really?" Cheng Yishan turned his face towards Liang Songyang and asked, "Then why haven't I seen you draw at home? You don't even have painting tools?"

"Because I learned to draw at the beginning because my mother thought it could cure homosexuality." Liang Songyang paused and said, "As for not drawing anymore, it was because I knew there was something called a camera in the world."

Cheng Yishan turned over again, looking at the ceiling: "You still don't understand this. From ancient times to the present, after the impact of cameras, multimedia, etc., painting is still irreplaceable."