The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

When Jiang Han went back, he saw Wen Yan bowed his head and played with his phone and yawned.

Sleepy.

Jiang Han's eyes softened, and he turned around and went to the bathroom.

He smells too much of alcohol and tobacco, and has a cleansing habit, but he can't speak.

Went to the toilet to wash his face, Jiang Han was about to go back when a girl stopped her.

Jiang Han remembers her, the girl who asked him questions in the game just now, but that's all.

The girl was timid and shy, bit her lip and said, "Jiang Han, do you... really have someone you like?"

The unrestrained and dissolute people also have time to calm down.

Always have to see who it is before you can be reconciled.

It is a bit offensive to ask this question alone, Jiang Han frowned slightly: "Sorry, I have already answered it just now."

The girl turned pale, and asked the last question: "Do you still... remember me?"

Jiang Han thought about it, and said "sorry" again.

The girl's footsteps were unsteady, and when she was about to fall, gentleman Jiang Han gave her a hand, and the girl fell into Jiang Han's arms.

Jiang Han raised his head and met Wen Yan who came out from inside.

Wen Yan glanced over the two of them lightly, then turned and left.

Jiang Han panicked for a moment, picked up the girl and ran after her.

Before the girl could say "thank you", what she saw was the back of Jiang Han leaving quickly.

Jiang Han searched around the billiards hall, but couldn't find Wen Yan, and suddenly felt panic for no reason.

Will Wen Yan be angry when he sees it?

But he didn't want Wen Yan to be angry.

But Wen Yan will be angry, which means he will be jealous.

So...does it mean that Wen Yan also likes himself a little bit?

Jiang Han was troubled in his heart, just when he wanted to call Wen Yan, he saw Wen Yan.

Sitting alone on a swing outside, his back looks a bit lonely.

Jiang Han felt an inexplicable pain in his chest, walked over, and called out "Yanyan" in a hoarse voice.

Wen Yan swayed on the swing, and said calmly: "I just came looking for you, but I didn't find you."

In the discussions of those people, I know that you like well-behaved girls, that you will send flowers to girls every time, that the longest relationship is one month, and that there will be girls who will confess their love to you tonight.

"You like nice girls, don't you?"

Wen Yan looked at Jiang Han quietly, those clean and clear eyes were so beautiful that Jiang Han was a little afraid to look directly at him.

Jiang Han was speechless, and his heart felt sore again: "Yanyan... I only like you."

I never liked anyone but you.

The air is the coolness of midsummer, and the moonlight is like the Milky Way, pouring down, illuminating a corner of this young man's mind.

Wen Yan was very quiet, even a little too quiet.

In the midsummer evening breeze, the two teenagers were full of thoughts.

This time, it was Wen Yan who said, "Let's go."

"Yanyan, are you angry..." Jiang Han asked cautiously.

Wen Yan replied after a long time: "No."

Jiang Han went to grab Wen Yan's hand, but Wen Yan avoided it: "I have to go to school tomorrow, so go back early."

Jiang Han really couldn't tell whether Wen Yan was angry or not, so he could only let it go, and followed Wen Yan silently, drooping his ears like a puppy who made a mistake.

Getting out of the car, you have to walk through a dark alley. The street lights elongate and overlap the shadows of the two, like a quiet corner game.

After walking for a while, Jiang Han knelt down in front of Wen Yan: "Yanyan, I'll carry you on my back."

Like when I was a child - "Yanyan, I'll carry you on my back."

Wen Yan stood there for a while, and slowly wrapped his arms around Jiang Han's neck.

Jiang Han picked up the man firmly on his back, and weighed it lightly: "It seems to be lighter."

Wen Yan smelled Jiang Han's breath, the smell of tobacco, wine, and perfume: "Is there any?"

Jiang Han smiled: "It's two catties lighter."

Wen Yan pursed his lips: "I can't gain weight."

"You don't need to be fat, that's good." He added, "It's still easy to touch."

After a short walk, the two of them walked for 10 minutes, Jiang Han carried Wen Yan all the way into the community, and put it down at the entrance of the stairs.

Wen Yan opened the door with the key, and when Jiang Han was about to go in, Wen Yan said, "I don't want to sleep with you tonight."

Jiang Han stayed where he was, dumbfounded, and after three or four seconds, he yelled "Yanyan" aggrievedly.

Unbelievable and pathetic.

Wen Yan's face was calm: "Your pajamas are still not dry after washing, come back tomorrow."

Then, the door closed in front of Jiang Han.

Jiang Han stayed for another three seconds before accepting the fact that Wen Yan wouldn't let him in.

Jiang Han never imagined that one day, the door he used to go in and out of would shut him out, and that person was still Wen Yan.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Like a cheating husband who was caught and his wife wouldn't let him in.

There is nowhere to describe the sadness.

The corridor was dark and empty, and Jiang Han's heart was also empty.

Wen Yan was actually very soft-hearted towards him, if Jiang Han acted like a baby to please him, Wen Yan would open his heart and pamper him.

Wen Yan is obsessed with cleanliness, but he never rejects his approach.

But this person is very cold, and the insecure protective shell disguises him as hard, and once he finds that the outside world is dangerous, he will take back the softness inside to protect himself from harm.

Wen Yan, whether he is happy or unhappy, will make Jiang Han feel bad.

After standing at the door for about ten minutes, after making sure that Wen Yan would not open the door again, Jiang Han walked down the steps step by step with his head bowed.

Downcast, like a poor puppy abandoned by its owner.

After leaving the _feet caramel hot_ unit building, Jiang Han stepped on the black cobblestone on the ground, his normally raised tail drooped down.

Flying insects fluttered and bumped under the street lamps, forming mottled shadows, short fate, and courage to die.

Jiang Han wandered downstairs in Wen Yan, counting cobblestones on the ground with his head down. When he counted 560 white and 460 three black, he looked up at the living room.

A figure is shaking.

Wen Yan was looking at his phone while brushing his hair. He had just taken a shower, and the shower gel had a faint fragrance of gardenia.

Wen Yan puts on a little body lotion after taking a shower, it's very delicate.

At 09:30, I should read the book again.

After feeding Xiao Qi and Da Tou, the light in the living room went out.

His thoughts were interrupted, and Jiang Han began to count again.

From the living room to the bedroom, 290 three white and 350 two black.

The piece near the flower pot was snapped off by him, and it was used to knock on Wen Yan's bedroom window.

Thinking of how he used to wake Wen Yan up in this way in the past, and when Wen Yan got up when he was always the most relaxed, Jiang Han unconsciously smiled.

Those sleepy eyes would look at him dimly, just like when he was a child, Jiang Han would smile every time.

There was a faint warm yellow light coming from the bedroom window, which was warm and quiet.

Jiang Han could imagine Wen Yan reading a book quietly by the bed with the desk lamp on.

Wen Yan is fascinated by reading, often forgetting the time and not paying attention to relaxing his eyes.

Jiang Han wanted to remind him not to look at it for too long, so he took out his mobile phone and stared at the chat interface for a long time, but failed to send it.

At 10:30, the lights in the bedroom were still on, and Jiang Han sent a goodnight message.

A minute or two later, Wen Yan came back and said good night.

Jiang Han was a little itchy, hesitated for a while, and then sent "Yanyan, I turned over your balcony" in the past.

When he looked up, the bedroom light was off, but he knew that Wen Yan had seen it.

Jiang Han waited for a while, but Wen Yan did not come back.

Five minutes later, Jiang Han walked down to the balcony and flipped into Wen Yan's balcony with great skill.

Xiao Qi was used to it, and when she heard the movement, she just looked up, and after seeing the person clearly, she lay down again.

Jiang Han turned on the light in the living room, took the towel lightly and went into the bathroom.

Wen Yan's sleep is shallow, and he usually doesn't feel sleepy until 10 to [-] minutes after turning off the lights.

Jiang Han hurried out of the shower and took seven or eight minutes.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, Jiang Han lowered his head and smelled it. After confirming that there was no smell of alcohol and tobacco, he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the bedroom.

"Yanyan, I'm coming in."

No words were spoken inside, Jiang Han pushed open the door and went in.

Half of the seats were empty, Jiang Han went to bed in the dark.

With Wen Yan's back turned to him, Jiang Han softly called out "Yanyan".

The room was very quiet.

Jiang Han lay down for a while, with a wrist around Wen Yan's waist: "...are you asleep?"

Wen Yan replied after a while: "No."

Jiang Han smelled the fragrance of Wen Yan's body and felt satisfied physically and mentally: "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

"I've been eating egg pancakes for several days," Jiang Han said. "Let's fry dumplings. Uncle Liang's fried dumplings have a lot of fillings. You should like them."

Jiang Han stroked Wen Yan's back, and pressed Wen Yan under his body: "Yanyan, it's my fault, don't be angry, okay?"

It looks like a poor puppy begging its master for forgiveness.

"Jiang Han," the messy hand became more and more presumptuous. In the darkness, Wen Yan finally uttered a voice, and tried to wrap his arms around Jiang Han's back helplessly. Just as he was about to say something, his body froze suddenly.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

The atmosphere was destroyed.

"Oh, the pajamas are not dry." Jiang Han said, and added, "Pants are on."

Wen Yan took a deep breath and pushed him: "Don't cling to me without clothes on."

"I just took a shower, it's clean." Jiang Han was aggrieved.

"hot."

"Oh……"

Jiang Han aggrieved and got off Wen Yan's body, and within a few seconds, he touched Wen Yan's waist dishonestly.

Wen Yan pushed it a few times, but he couldn't move it, so he went.

"Yanyan...are you not angry?"

Jiang Han asked carefully.

Wen Yan sighed lightly: "Jiang Han, I'm not angry."

Jiang Han was overjoyed, and Wen Yan said again: "But even if I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to talk to you."

Jiang Han's tail drooped just now: "Yanyan, then I will do whatever you can to make you feel good."

Wen Yan didn't speak.

Jiang Han embraced Wen Yan from behind, sighed and whispered in his ear, "Yanyan, you are very insecure."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jiang Han hugged Wen Yan tightly, and said with pity and distress: "Yanyan, you can lose your temper with me, you can also be angry with me, you can tell me if you are unhappy, but don't keep it in your heart."

Wen Yan's eyes were a little dazed: "I..."

"Yanyan, I spoil you," Jiang Han comforted Wen Yan's head, "You can tell me anything."

The hesitation and uneasiness tonight finally subsided at this moment, and Wen Yan began to feel grievances and sadness in his heart: "Jiang Han, will you treat me well for the rest of your life..."

Jiang Han lightly supported Wen Yan's back, but Wen Yan had strength: "Yanyan, I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

"What if I make trouble for no reason?"

Jiang Han felt a pain in his heart, and hugged the person he cared about: "Yanyan, you are not making trouble for no reason, you just lack a sense of security."

"Jiang Han."

"Ah."

Wen Yan didn't speak.

Jiang Han put Wen Yan's hands on his back, and the two embraced face to face.

He caressed Wen Yan's waist comfortingly, rubbed his forehead lightly against Wen Yan's forehead, pampering and pampering: "Why are my words so sensitive.

Wen Yan slowly embraced Jiang Han, and called out aggrievedly: "...Jiang Han."

Jiang Han stroked Wen Yan's cheek with his hand: "Yanyan, I'm not sad."

Wen Yan buried his head in Jiang Han's arms: "I don't have what they have..."

"I'll give you whatever they have."

"Yanyan, I can give you my heart."

Jiang Han said softly.

The person in his arms didn't move, Jiang Han scratched his waist.

Wen Yan ducked: "Itches..."

Jiang Han smiled: "Yanyan, you are so cute."

The person in his arms was silent again.

Jiang Han tightened his embrace: "Hey, go to sleep..."

Wen Yan didn't feel sleepy, touched the red string pendant around Jiang Han's neck, and played with it carefully.

The person who was depressed just now is rustling in his arms, Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan softly: "Fun?"

"Can't sleep."

"Close your eyes and fall asleep."