silent sample

Tang Yuan dreamed of Zhu Hua that night, in the toilet on the third floor near Class [-].

There was no one else in the dream, only the two of them in the huge toilet, he was leaning against the wall by the door, Zhu Hua's fat body was clinging to him, whispering something in his ear.

The toilet was humid and hot, and the close distance was even more scorching. The two of them were clinging to each other strangely, but he didn't find it weird at all, on the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying it.

Tang Yuan can swear that from the time he met Zhu Hua in the first year of high school until now, he has never let him get close to him, let alone talk to him like this.

The floor of the toilet was covered with water, reflecting the weak light, and it was too dark inside. Tang Yuan wanted to turn on the light at the door, but his hands clearly reached the place, but he just couldn't figure out the position of the switch.

He was in a hurry, and when he was in a hurry, he would sweat easily, so the sticky and hot suffocation became more and more tightly wrapped around him, he became difficult to breathe, and something was crawling over his skin inch by inch.

Tang Yuan began to struggle, struggling to get rid of the rough and disgusting touch...

But at this moment, a dazzling light came on, and Tang Yuan opened his eyes wide suddenly. He saw someone standing at the door, and his slender fingers were patting on the switch that he couldn't find anywhere.

The lights are on, but the picture freezes.

His head and face were hot, and he was sweating profusely. There was an obscure mist in his eyes, and he stared blankly at the blurred figure at the door.

It should be invisible, it's just a shadow, but Tang Yuan knows clearly that that person is none other than Song Yichuan.

Song Yichuan was also looking at him, looking down at his chest, his dark eyes were full of mockery, but gradually turned into a smile.

There was the sound of water dripping from the sink at the right time, and every drop was like his cold, malicious smile.

Tang Yuan came to his senses and quickly looked down.

...a hand was in his trousers.

That was... Zhu Hua's hand.

Fuck!

After a severe scalp numbness, Tang Yuan sat up suddenly.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck...! ! !

There was a sound of opening and closing the door in the living room, and then the lights came on.

Song Yichuan was carrying a schoolbag and a bag from a convenience store in his hand. Seeing that Tang Yuan was awake, he came over to turn on the light for him.

"Why are you sweating so much?" He put down his things, wanting to see if his heat came up again.

Tang Yuan didn't wait for him to approach, he straightened and fell back, his chest heaved violently twice, "Scared."

"Have a nightmare?"

Isn't it a nightmare?

There is no worse dream than this.

Tang Yuan gritted his teeth, "Did you do it on purpose?"

It's okay to guess what.

"What on purpose?" Song Yichuan asked: "I didn't say I won't come back at night, did I scare you?"

Song Yichuan wanted to touch his forehead, but Tang Yuan thought of the evil hand in his dream, and immediately turned over to hide.

Song Yichuan lost his hand, somewhat inexplicably, "Let me see if your fever has subsided."

"Retired." Tang Yuan was bored in the quilt, with complicated emotions.

This enmity cannot be passed.

And this topic can't be discussed in depth. Since he has denied it, it means that he has already turned the page, and it seems deliberate to talk about it again.

Tang Yuan wanted to split Song Yichuan's head open to see what kind of ghosts a person who is usually very smart has pretended to be silent for so long.

一边亲眼目睹朱化躲在厕所里想揍他，一边还怀疑他和朱化有一腿，如此爱恨情仇不写成小说可惜了。

"How did you get out?" In the experiment, the day-to-day inspection was very strict, and the dormitory students could not easily leave the school gate, and if they were caught, they would be reported and criticized.

"Ask the original classmate who borrowed his day pass, and he just wanted to stay for one night."

"I'm worried that He Maoqing will sue you."

Song Yichuan smiled, "What are you suing me for? I have no grudge against him."

"That's right." Tang Yuan curled his lips, it was his villainous heart, Song Yichuan was so popular, it was too late for He Maoqing to flatter him, but he had to know that Song Yichuan sneaked out for him, so he didn't know how he felt.

I've heard before that everyone talks nonsense, likes to make small reports, and loves to run to the office when he has nothing to do. He is highly regarded by Lao Xu, and Tang Yuan's kick has completely offended him.

"Eat something?" Song Yichuan asked.

"How do you know I'm hungry?" Tang Yuan regained his energy now, Song Yichuan was standing next to him, he was embarrassed to hold back any longer, so he simply put on his coat and got up.

"When did you go back to the dormitory and you ate less?"

"Hungry." Song Yichuan said that he was able to eat. It should be when the two of them were not familiar with each other before. At that time, Tang Yuan did not eat less after his evening self-study. ,"are you not hungry?"

"It's okay, can sushi rolls be okay?" It's too late and the oden is gone, otherwise you can eat something hot. Song Yichuan even bought bread, but Tang Yuan doesn't seem to like sweets very much.

"Okay, I won't pick."

Tang Yuan sat across the table and waited for Song Yichuan to heat up the meal, and took the opportunity to look at the furnishings in the room. There are not many furniture, only the most basic ones, such as dining tables and cabinets. It seems that they are not used for permanent residence. I guess I will wait for the college entrance examination later. It's over, Song Yichuan probably won't come back.

There is a small photo frame on the bookshelf by the window, inside the frame is an ink painting, which depicts a cat with its front paws up and patting butterflies. Squeezed to overflowing.

Tang Yuan finds it interesting, this style of painting can tell whose masterpiece it is.

"Did you draw it?" He walked over and took it in his hand. Looking closely, he found that the cat was not a big orange, but a flower raccoon.

"Yeah." Song Yichuan brought out the cut sushi rolls, "I learned a little bit when I was young, but now I'm raw, so I draw it casually."

"Very good." Seeing that this painter is definitely not the one who only learned a little when he was a child, Tang Yuan could hear the humility in his words, and he was thinking about what he had learned when he was a child.

As if there was nothing.

He was playing when other children were forced by their parents to learn the piano and various musical instruments, he was playing when the wind was blowing and the sun was shining in the cram school of the Children's Palace, and he was still playing when the family was in trouble because of the rankings.

He seems to have never had this kind of trouble, nor can he understand it.

Tang Yiyu and Huang Jun gave him the greatest freedom in this regard.

No...not this aspect, but all aspects.

"But why are you all so fat? So is your avatar." This reminded Tang Yuan of the giraffe in that magical cartoon that fell into the river because it was too fat to split its legs to drink water.

"Don't you think it's cuter to be fat?" Song Yichuan greeted him, "Come and eat first."

Tang Yuan was indeed hungry when asked if he was hungry, but he seemed to have lost his appetite after waiting for a while.

He seldom did this, completely lost interest in food, seeing that Song Yichuan had put so much effort into buying and warming it up for him, Tang Yuan didn't show the slightest bit, and sat down to eat.

He ate very slowly, Song Yichuan pushed the cup to his hand, "Drink some milk."

Seeing that he was still looking at the painting, he smiled, "If you like it, I will draw one for you."

"What to draw?" Tang Yuan was a little slow to react, and he was a little tired when the heat came up.

"Do you want a penguin?" Song Yichuan wanted to say that he is more proficient in this, and has drawn a lot recently.

Don't want Tang Yuan to blurt out: "Make an avatar."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit stupid." Tang Yuan coughed softly, "Draw me a bowl of glutinous rice balls, a fuller one, and a fatter one."

"How full and fat?"

Tang Yuan thought for a while, "...It's best if you can't pretend to overflow. It's not too much for reunion. Just look at the painting. I quite like the style of painting."

Song Yichuan swallowed the last bite of bread, looked at him, "You said your name last time..."

Tang Yuan's cell phone rang suddenly, he touched it and saw that it was Tang Sirong calling.

this point...

Tang Yuan picked it up and was about to open the door of the back balcony, but Song Yichuan stopped him and motioned him to enter the bedroom.

"Why do you switch to voice when I start the video?" Tang Sirong asked with a smile as soon as he came up.

"I didn't wash my face." Tang Yuan said.

"Why wash your face with me, you haven't slept, I've counted the time to call you."

"No." Tang Yuan replied vaguely on purpose. His strong nasal voice could not be concealed, but it was still heard by the other side. Tang Sirong immediately asked: "What's wrong with you? Did you cry just now or did you catch a cold?"

"I'm not crying, why am I crying?" Tang Yuan was a little helpless, his sister's first reaction was to ask him if he was crying, "It's not like you don't know that the wind blows on the way back just now, just the river in our school..."

"Then start the video."

"..."

Tang Yuan was convinced, so he had to lower his voice and admit honestly, "I have a cold."

"You have a fever. I hear your voice is very boring. Where are you now?"

"Classmates."

"Which classmate, Yang Qifan?"

"No, new classmate."

Tang Sirong wanted to say something, but after a moment of silence, he lowered his voice, "Why don't you go home, do parents know?"

Tang Yuan didn't know how to answer. Did Huang Jun and Tang Yiyu know, they must not know, but Tang Sirong knew the reason why they didn't know. Tang Yuan didn't want her to be sad, so he smiled and said, "My classmate is too enthusiastic. I was abducted by him before I could tell my parents."

"Then have you eaten?"

"Eat, he made it for me. The craftsmanship is not bad. His home is near the school, and it takes only 2 minutes to walk there. Hey, don't worry, my fever has subsided now, and I will go back to school tomorrow."

"Really?" Tang Sirong was dubious.

"Why lie to you." Tang Yuan deliberately raised his voice, as if angry, "Then you wait, I'll take your temperature now."

He turned off the mute, shook the thermometer twice, opened the door and handed it to Song Yichuan.

Song Yichuan: "??"

Tang Yuan: "Measure, let me see the body temperature of a normal human being."

Song Yichuan: "..."

Song Yichuan measured it for him, and it came out to be 35 degrees eight.

"Why is it so low?" Tang Yuan was shocked, "You won't be infected by me, you have a low fever."

"A low-grade fever is between 37 degrees and 38 degrees." Song Yichuan was speechless for his common sense, "Sometimes my body temperature will be a little lower at night, it's normal."

"You're normal and I'm abnormal." He is a hot-blooded young man, and he can't be lower than 36.

Song Yichuan could see what he wanted to do, "Are you still burning?"

"A bit."

"Go and lie down. I'll take you to the clinic tomorrow morning. The doctor said it will take two days."

Tang Yuan had no choice but to turn on the voice and told Tang Sirong that the thermometer was broken, and he showed her the needle hole on the back of his hand.

Tang Sirong repeatedly confirmed with him that he had called the drip and was taken care of before hanging up the phone.

This person, just don't be too arrogant, when Song Yichuan came back, he thought it was all right, but who would have thought that he would just get out of bed and hop twice before going back.

Song Yichuan touched his forehead with his hand, and Tang Yuan now believed that his body temperature was really low. After coming back for so long, his palms were still cold.

The silky touch is very gentle and comfortable, Tang Yuan exhausted his strength, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't care about anything else, "...where do you sleep?"

"In my mother's room, tidy up a little bit, you go to bed first."

"Ah."

Song Yichuan closed the door and went out. Tang Yuan curled up to sleep, and buried his face another two inches under the quilt.

A faint, indescribable fragrance floated over his face, vaguely floating in front of his face.

He took a deep breath, trying to sniff two more times, his nose blocked.

I don't know if it was left on Song Yichuan's hands or on the quilt.

Tang Yuan began to think wildly, he seemed to have never smelled a similar smell on other boys.

Is it unique to good-looking people?

Does he have it?

No one said it, probably not.

Why did Song Yichuan have it?

Has anyone else smelled it?

……

He must not be the only one who smells so good.

But has he ever touched someone else like this...