silent sample

Song Yichuan insisted on this pose, did he just like it, or did it feel more like watching him do it with the back of his head?

Tang Yuan couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but one thing was very clear, he didn't like it, and it could even be said that he had a shadow, so after he resisted again, Song Yichuan relaxed and let him turn over.

That's right, it's boring if you don't face it positively.

[Omitted]

The two hugged each other face to face, Tang Yuan rested his face on Song Yichuan's shoulder, and said unwillingly when he was sleepy: "I should have done it with you when I first met you."

"That would be underage." Song Yichuan said hoarsely, pressing his hands on his waist.

"I came to see you on the first day of adulthood." Tang Yuan said again.

Song Yichuan patted him on the back, "Then you may not be in that mood."

"Ok?"

"You were crying that day."

He didn't say that Tang Yuan almost forgot what he was doing that day. He had no memory of that birthday. In fact, he spent that period of time in a daze, with today and no tomorrow.

He also doesn't remember what he said to Song Yichuan. At that time, there was only one thought in his mind, wanting to sleep with him, stubbornly thinking that for a person like him who has nothing, earning this time may be considered a complete life.

Unexpectedly, in the past so many years, in Tang Yuan's view, this taboo will always be a thorn in his and Song Yichuan's hearts, and one day they will bring it up like a joke.

"What happened to you today? Who did you go out to eat with?" Tang Yuan only said that he had an appointment for dinner tonight. Song Yichuan was not very familiar with his relationship, so he thought it was a friend or something.

"My dad." Tang Yuan closed his eyes, "He brought his son."

"Your brother?"

"It wasn't born by the same mother, he remarried." Tang Yuan complained to Song Yichuan about his younger brother, without mentioning anything else, he said that he cut the thousands of dollars of skirts of the girl next door, "My dad also said that he I was very similar when I was young, but I never cut other people's skirts when I was young."

"And." Tang Yuan emphasized emphatically, "After my parents divorced, my mother gave birth to a daughter. I have seen photos of that daughter, and she is not at all like me and my sister. From this I found a pattern , that is, the combination of their genes is the optimal solution, and their separation is a disaster."

Song Yichuan was amused by his statement and his complaining tone, and he completely agreed with one thing, "It is true that you are the best solution, so now you and them..."

"I haven't been home since high school."

"in argument?"

"It's too easy to quarrel. It should be said that it is right to break up, and there is no home." Tang Yuan felt cold, and moved closer to Song Yichuan. Song Yichuan hugged him tightly. Tang Yuan waited for a while, "Don't persuade me I?"

"There's no need to persuade him." Song Yichuan knew how much torture his family had brought him. If there was only pain during his long stay, he certainly hoped that Tang Yuan would leave decisively. "You don't need them now, and you have me."

Tang Yuan curled his lips and smiled, he really didn't need them anymore, long ago, after taking care of Tang Sirong's funeral, he never spoke to Tang Yiyu and Huang Jun again, after the college entrance examination, he got the admission notice and left, after that never came home.

About half a month after school started, Tang Yiyu contacted him to send money to his card, but Tang Yuan confiscated everything and returned it all. By the way, he canceled the card and used the one issued by the school.

Tang Sirong saved a card for him before his death, and left all the rest of his savings to him. Tang Yuan applied for part of the student loan, plus some income from odd jobs, and managed to survive for four years.

He still has money to fall in love, which shows that it is not enough to let the pot out.

Tang Yiyu came to see him during college, and the father and son sat down to have a meal. During the dinner, they asked if they were eating, sleeping, and studying well. It was also the most difficult hour in his life, and he couldn't wait to leave after eating.

Afterwards, Tang Yiyu sent him messages, not many, and Tang Yuan replied even less.

And it was precisely because of this infrequent meeting that Tang Yuan had no way to refuse, so he agreed to this meeting.

"I used to feel that I was superfluous. I had all the thoughts that He Ji had." Tang Yuan said.

"Have you thought about it..." Song Yichuan's hand stroking his back stopped suddenly, he pushed Tang Yuan away, and looked at him nervously.

"No, I didn't think about committing suicide." Tang Yuan laughed softly, "Even if I did, it was in the past. Before I met you, it would be small. I have different thoughts every day, so I can't take it seriously."

"Don't think about it." Song Yichuan bit his shoulder, "No one's life is superfluous, everyone has his own meaning of existence, especially you."

"I'm You You." Tang Yuan said, "You're so serious. If I want to make more, you won't have a boyfriend. Where can you find another one like me?"

When he said this, the sweat that flowed through his eyelashes was still wet, and his eyes were shining brightly. Even the pores were full of smiles. Song Yichuan hadn't seen him like this for a long time, as if he was back in high school all at once. When it came to the young man Zhang Yang casually joked with him.

He kissed Tang Yuan, and Tang Yuan opened his mouth in cooperation, and gently sucked the tip of his tongue, and the gasp between the two of them, which had just recovered from nothing, became hot again...

Song Yichuan pulled the quilt to cover Tang Yuan, and asked him if he was going to take a bath, or if he should hug him for a while.

"Hold for a while." Tang Yuan said, anyway, the sheets and quilts will have to be changed after a while, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"Cooked wontons." He didn't mention Song Yichuan and forgot to have that pot, "It's been so long, I don't know if I can still eat it."

It should be... Yes, but Tang Yuan doesn't want to eat wontons, "Order takeaway, I just don't have enough."

He can still think of the child's saliva splashing, and he doesn't know how Tang Yiyu plans to educate him when he goes back, it's probably not painful or itchy.

Tang Yuan thought that when he was young, Tang Yiyu didn't bother him much, so it seems that he didn't grow up because of his own talent.

Song Yichuan ordered a seafood platter, and Tang Yuan strongly demanded two more bottles of beer, "It seems like we haven't had a drink together yet."

"Doesn't that count?"

"Which time?"

"The time at the convenience store."

"..." Tang Yuan was shocked, "How could it be worth one piece that time? At most, I'll drink it first and then you."

Song Yichuan smiled, "If you want to say that, did we count as one just now?"

"Ok?"

"At most, I'm on top of you..."

"Fuck." Tang Yuan covered his mouth, subconsciously reacted and fucked again, and then started laughing.

In the middle of laughing, he suddenly remembered, "You have recovered from pneumonia? Can you eat seafood?"

"It should be ready." Song Yichuan didn't eat much, he ate all the wontons. How should I put it, the physical exertion was a bit heavy, and he couldn't eat that much before.

Tang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't really seem to hear him coughing much, but he was still a little worried, "I'll go and have a look tomorrow."

The next day Song Yichuan told him that he would not come to him at night, because there was a project catching up with the declaration, and he had to go to see the materials, and he was afraid of affecting him when he came back late.

Song Yichuan lives far away from Tang Yuan. He lives in the urban area, and Tang Yuan lives in the suburbs. It’s tiring to go back and forth all the time. Of course, Tang Yuan doesn’t want him to come all the time, but Song Yichuan is sending his belongings to him one after another. This area is estimated to be a permanent residence in the future.

In the evening Tang Yuan asked him if he had eaten and what did he eat?

Song Yichuan sent him a photo.

In the photo is a packing box, filled with a bunch of white things, Tang Yuan didn't even see what it was until he clicked on the big picture.

[Do you only eat steamed buns today? ] Tang Yuan asked: [This is a bit... too much. 】

He said he had to work overtime until very late, but he was only given steamed buns, which still looked very solid.

Song Yichuan: 【It's not steamed buns, it's dumplings. 】

Song Yichuan: [Teacher Sheng's friend specially sent it over. 】

Tang Yuan sent a shocked expression, 【What an ugly dumpling. 】

There is no wrinkle on the surface, and it is as smooth as a switch panel.

Tang Yuan: [It is recommended to be shot. 】

Song Yichuan: […]

Song Yichuan: 【Not to the point of breaking the law. 】

Tang Yuan came home in the evening, and lay down on the bed after washing up. The cat had never entered the room during Song Yichuan’s stay, and he was somewhat shy. Today, the man was finally gone, so he jumped onto Tang Yuan’s bed and squeezed on his pillow again. Fall asleep driving a tractor.

While stroking it, Tang Yuan flipped through the messages Song Yichuan had sent him. Later, there was nothing to talk about. It was almost eleven o'clock. Tang Yuan asked him if he was off work, and Song Yichuan said he hadn't.

Tang Yuan: [Why don't you break the law at work? 】

Song Yichuan: [That depends on what class you are in. 】

Tang Yuan: […]

Song Yichuan: [There are also those who break the law. 】

I can't talk anymore.

It is a work-related injury caused by eating steamed buns.

Tang Yuan made an appointment with Jiang Qi the next day to see another venue. After what happened last time, the two got to know each other quite well, chatting from time to time along the way.

Drop by to pick up another colleague, arrived early, the two sat in the car and waited, and then chatted and talked about cooking for some reason, Jiang Qi said that he doesn't know how to cook, and he is learning recently, but the effect is not good Obviously, it belongs to the kind where one person cooks and the whole family complains, especially his mother scolds the most.

Tang Yuan also owed it. At this time, it is fine to just smile and not speak. If you have to rush to comfort others, just comfort them, and compare them with yesterday's new example.

He showed Jiang Qi the photos and said that it’s nothing to do poorly. If you see someone doing so poorly, you dare to share it with your friends. It shows that you still need to do more. This is the same as practicing spoken English. Don’t be afraid to say it, and don’t be afraid. If you make a mistake, you will naturally get started if you talk too much.

Jiang Qi looked at his mobile phone, zoomed in and out of the photo, zoomed out and zoomed in again, and after two times he asked Tang Yuan, "Your friend, did you say how it tastes?"

"He said it was tasteless."

"Well... that might be because he didn't dip in that material."

"How do you know..." Tang Yuan was still smiling for a second, but suddenly he stopped laughing.

He also commented just now that it doesn't look like a dumpling like a leek box, but he really... lacks great virtue.

The colleague opened the door, got in the car, said hello, chatted about the weather, and all the actions were done in one go, but in the end, no one paid attention to him.

He looked at the two unresponsive people from the back row in puzzlement, "What's the matter, why don't you talk?"