in the dark

When the two arrived home, it was just time for dinner in the evening, and they were really tired. Song Chan came in and started ordering takeaway.

"What do you want to eat? Porridge?" Song Chan stared at the phone for a while to choose, "The doctor said something light."

"Well," Song Nan'an put the coat and the medicine prescribed by the doctor on the coffee table, "I'll cook it myself, and you order what you want."

"Order one for me too, um... let's have a bowl of snail noodles!" Song Jiaoye, who was sitting on the sofa, followed the conversation, bowed down and took the medicine from the table and glanced at it, "Brother, what's wrong with your throat?" Already?" She glanced at the instructions for eye drops.

"It's okay." Song Nan'an rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Jiaoye watched Song Nan'an enter the kitchen, and turned his head to look eagerly at Song Chan.Knowing that I will not be able to ask which one I ask, it is better to stare at this one in front of me.

Seeing Song Nan'an entered the kitchen, Song Chan couldn't hold back any longer. When he mentioned Bu Huajun, he became angry, "Don't mention it. When you meet a lunatic, it's not a good idea to play kidnapping."

Song Jiaoye stared in astonishment, "It's so serious? You want to die, but you dare to tie me up?" Although she loves to speak poorly, she rarely plays tricks on Song Nan'an. After all, she has been in awe of him since she was a child. .

If it is Song Chan, then it is not necessarily so.

"Yeah, I guess I wanted to die." Song Chan snorted, "Tofu, I was almost scared to death too." It took me a long time to recover, but luckily nothing happened in the end... Objectively speaking , and there is a bit of a blessing in disguise?

Because of Song Nan'an's misfortune, he got his own blessing... Well, he earned it.

Song Jiaoye smiled, "What happened in the end?"

"Removed his arm," Song Chan lay on the sofa and sighed, "I can't let go of my hatred!"

"Tsk," Song Jiaoye thought for a while and said, "Then my brother's throat still hurts, can you help it?"

In normal times, what Song Jiaoye said would be used to provoke a war, and the two of them would definitely start to be poor forever, but today is different, and this matter is also different, Song Chan was stung, and suddenly became irritable, saying: " Okay, okay, I know I'm useless, like a waste! I must work harder in the future, right?" The tone was a bit aggressive.

"You..." Song Jiaoye was purely talking, seeing Song Chan's reaction was so big, he was a little frightened, "I'll just talk casually, why are you so superior?"

Song Chan was taken aback for a moment, yes, why are you so overbearing, the matter is over.What's more, it was Song Jiaoye who said this, I don't know what that mouth looks like, a little girl, there is no need to be angry at all.

Sure enough, as long as he talked about things related to Song Nan'an, he would become nervous.

"Looking at the phone, things are already ordered," Song Chan stroked his hair, "I'll go to the kitchen to check."

"Oh." Song Jiaoye stuffed a handful of potato chips into his mouth and stopped talking.

Song Chan pushed open the glass door of the kitchen and poked his head in.

Song Nan'an was standing in front of the counter with his back to him. The kitchen space was not too big. At first glance, it was foggy and a little hot. The range hood was like a monster that wanted to eat people, buzzing endlessly. .

Song Chan went into the kitchen and closed the door, leaned aside and asked, "Do you need this to cook porridge? It's so noisy."

Song Nan'an stirred the small pot with a spoon, then raised his eyes to look at him, "Are you making noise?"

Fuck!

This sentence really hurts!

Fortunately, Song Chan was thick-skinned enough, he smiled, as if he was about to make trouble in the next second, "I'm quarreling, do you want to gag me?" What's wrong with the quarrel?Even if you quarreled, didn't you still respond when I kissed you and hugged you?

Just as he was thinking, Song Nan'an smiled faintly, scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and brought it to his mouth, "Is this okay?"

Song Chan stepped aside numbly, "Reject!" This block is not that block!He admits that he has a thick skin, but the skin of his lips is not thick!This heat is estimated to be good or bad!

Song Nan'an didn't speak, and put the porridge back into the pot.

Song Chan leaned over again and whispered, "You were not like this before."

"Which?" His expression and tone were still indifferent.

"Just kidding me." Song Chan glanced at him cautiously.

"not good?"

"what?"

"Is not it good?"

"Okay...okay." Song Chan scratched his head, "I just feel... so unrealistic, you not only didn't refuse, but also agreed." This feeling, how should I put it...is like enshrining myself for many years The God of God dragged him into the world and let him accompany him to do things he shouldn't do. Apart from joy and surprise, his mind was filled with disbelief.

Back then, he really followed other people's buttocks for many years, and he was only so inferior that he licked the ashes on the soles of his shoes.

The life experience of the Song family and the experience of leaving the Song family are like two extremes. Many times, Song Chan himself would feel that there are two villains living in his body, one is himself who has extremely low self-esteem in front of Song Nan'an, One is the self who is laughing and laughing in front of outsiders. Of course, it doesn't mean that he has always had low self-esteem in front of Song Nan'an, um...it depends on what it is.

Song Chan boldly leaned closer to Song Nan'an, getting closer and closer, "Do you take that medicine before or after meals?"

"Before the meal." Song Nan'an held the spoon that scooped up the porridge and cooled it beside the pot.

"Which box is it in?" Song Chan said, "I'll pick it out for you?" It's just right to pour water in the kitchen and eat it.

"The white bottle," Song Nan'an thought for a while, "two pills."

"Okay." Song Chan walked out of the kitchen.

In the living room, Song Jiaoye chewed the crispy potato chips, and Song Chan asked in a good mood, "Can you eat so much later?"

Song Jiaoye pointed at the orchid, "Don't underestimate me!"

"Don't dare," Song Chan smiled, took the bottle and poured two pills into the cap, "I know, you, massive amount!"

"You!" Song Jiaoye sat up straight, raising his foot to vent his anger.

"No, your brother still has this medicine in my hand!" Song Chan hastily called a pause, "Don't get kicked over!"

Song Jiaoye snorted and lay back on the sofa, not daring to do anything wrong.

Song Chan went into the kitchen, put the medicine on the desk beside him, opened the cabinet door and took a cup to pour water.

Just as he was about to walk up to Song Nan'an with medicine in his left hand and a glass of water in his right, unexpectedly the person whose back was turned to him turned around, and the spoon with porridge was still in his hand.

"Hot!" Song Chan howled without thinking, shrank his neck and hid, the water almost spilled.

The gag is just a joke, he really doesn't want to, okay!

"Not hot," Song Nan'an said, "It's been cold for a long time."

Although Song Chan was half-believing, he didn't hide any more, took a mouthful of porridge with his hand, and widened his eyes obediently after eating, "It's delicious!"

"One more bite!" Song Chan raised his chin towards the pot.

"Don't you want to eat takeaway?" Song Nan'an turned off the fire.

"Give it to Jiaoye, she can take it!" Song Chan said in a serious manner, and in a blink of an eye, he realized that half of the water in the glass was about to be shaken out due to his big action, so he handed out the medicine and the glass together, "Hurry up and eat!"

Song Nan'an took it and filled the glass with water.

Song Chan took out the bowls and chopsticks, and quickly filled two bowls.Vegetable porridge, light but tasty.

When she arrived at the restaurant with the bowl, Song Jiaoye was already tearing up the takeaway bag, she pouted at the torn bag, "Hey, this is your meal!"

"I'll drink porridge." Song Chan raised the small porcelain bowl in his hand, "Eat my share."

"Why don't monks drink porridge?" Song Jiaoye glanced at him.

"If you don't like shit, what kind of snail noodles are you eating?" Song Chan retorted.

"Why are you so prejudiced! It's just smelly, but it's delicious!" Song Jiaoye justified the name of the snail powder, "Try it!"

"Don't!" Song Chan pinched his nose, "Stay away! Go eat in the yard before your brother comes out!"

"Ah! I forgot!" Song Jiaoye slapped his head and then remembered that he was used to living alone in this house, and he came and went as he liked, but today is different, the big devil is at home!

"Haha, you're dead!" Song Chan started to eat porridge with a small spoon in his hand, and started the sarcastic mode.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Song Jiaoye hastily opened the window, "Let the smell go!"

"It's useless, you can definitely smell it." Song Chan said, "You take the shit out first, and he will take some medicine and come out right away."

"Get out! You're the only one who eats shit!" Song Jiaoye babbled, and rushed to the yard with a takeaway box.

Song Jiaoye had just stepped out of the door when Song Nan'an left the kitchen.

"What's the smell?" Song Nan'an asked with a frown, standing by the dining table.

"Jiaoye is eating... snail powder." Song Chan was afraid of being rejected, so he choked back the word shit.

"Huh?" Obviously never heard of it.

Judging from Song Nan'an's usual eating habits, he had never heard of it being normal.

Song Chan thought for a while, and said, "It's just... a kind of powder with a strong smell." It's like not saying anything. Do you need to say that the smell is strong? People have already smelled it, okay?

"Junk food?"

Song Chan thought about it for a while, "Well...it doesn't count." He saved Song Jiaoye's life with kindness.

"Is it so stinky?"

Does smell mean garbage?There is something wrong with this logic. Song Chan gave an example: "Stinky tofu also stinks."

"Stinky tofu is junk food."

"..." Song Chan was taken aback, stinky tofu is delicious, but it's delicious but I don't know how to refute it.

Jiaoye, the second brother can't save you anymore, so please ask for blessings.

Song Nan'an left the restaurant and walked towards the yard.

When no one was seen, a flash of inspiration came to Song Chan's mind, durian is also stinky!But it is not rubbish!

Forget it, it's not that he can't be saved, it's that his IQ is not enough.

After a while, Song Chan's porridge was almost finished, and Song Nan'an and Song Jiaoye entered the door one after the other.

Song Jiaoye sat down at the dining table sleepily, obviously being taught a lesson.

Song Chan put down his spoon, and pushed his takeaway in front of Song Jiaoye, "Eat, this tastes good, too."

Song Jiaoye glanced at it, took off the chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

"The fish and ribs I ordered are delicious," Song Chan approached Song Jiaoye and said in a low voice, "Why do you eat something so strong? It's not courting death."

Song Jiaoye glanced away, Song Chan got up and smiled, "I'll make another bowl."

After dinner, Song Nan'an went to the study, Song Chan consciously washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, Song Jiaoye nestled on the sofa and enjoyed watching dramas.

Song Chan mentioned the coat he had changed when he entered the door. He felt that the weight was a bit strange, and he didn't feel it when he was wearing it, so he reached into his pocket and took out two mobile phones.

My own one was placed on the coffee table after ordering takeaway just now, and now there are two, one is from Song Nan'an, and the other is from... Bu Huajun?

Song Chan recalled what happened in that small corner for a few seconds. It should be true. At that time, Bu Huajun was kicked to the ground by himself, and the mobile phone was on the ground beside him. It must have been thrown out of his pocket. I picked it up without thinking...then I kept putting it in my pocket and brought it back...

Song Chan thought for a while, took his mobile phone and went to the study.

The study room was very dark, and Song Nan'an only turned on a small lamp, and the sound of paper rubbing could be heard, probably because he was reading a book or processing documents.

"Hey!" Song Chan leaned against the door with his mobile phone clutched, "I came in?"

Song Nan'an didn't turn his head, and responded lightly.

Song Chan walked in and sat on the single sofa beside him. From this angle, he could see Song Nan'an's side face, "I brought back Bu Huajun's cell phone."

Song Nan'an looked up at him from the file.

"Just... I brought it back by accident. I didn't pay much attention at the time, and then I forgot to hand it to He Yang."

Song Nan'an nodded, "Let him get it himself another day."

"Okay." Song Chan smiled, not at all polite, anyway, it was He Yang who was enslaved, and he put the phone next to the desk, and glanced at the document that Song Nan'an was reading. Qing is what.

There was silence in the study, and the background sound of the TV came from the living room.The two looked at each other silently.

Song Chan moved his eyes away, "It's so noisy, can you see in?" He said and closed the door of the study.

There was a soft bang, and the study was completely silent.

After closing the door, Song Chan sat back on the single sofa, nestled lazily, and never took his eyes off Song Nan'an.Anyway, the Wo living room is also the Wo, and the Wo study is also the Wo, so it's not as good as the Wo study, you can take a few more glances at what you want to see, not to mention... it's his to see!

Adhering to this mentality to do things, Song Chan became magnanimous, which is true!

After half a sound—

"Does it look good?" Song Nan'an put down the document, squeezed his forehead, and asked.

"It's pretty." Song Chan replied shamelessly, "It's very pretty."

"Come here." Song Nan'an's voice was cold.

Song Chan got up, feeling a little dazed.How do you feel... the tone is not very good?

"Forget it," Song Nan'an said, "sit down."

Song Chan didn't know why, but sat down obediently again, and in the blink of an eye, he saw Song Nan'an walking towards him.

"What are you doing?" Song Chan asked, his eyes wandering, "I just look at you a few times, and I won't lose a piece of meat!"

"Besides, you...you should show it to me," Song Chan felt that he shouldn't be so cowardly, and his tone stiffened, "You can only let me see it, and I am alone."

Song Nan'an stood still and smiled, "Okay."

The warm light of the small lamp was blocked by the person in front of him.

Song Chan froze for a moment, standing in front of him was Song Nan'an who was coming against the light, and everything around him slowed down.

movement, breathing.

All slow.

He could even clearly feel Song Nan'an's approach—slowly knelt on the sofa with his left knee, and his body gradually bowed down.

Song Chan looked up at him, his ears were red, but fortunately the study was very dark and he couldn't see clearly.

In the end, Song Nan'an pressed forward and kissed from the ears—this was unexpected.

Song Chan paused, thinking that the temperature of his ears must be abnormal, because he could clearly feel that Song Nan'an's lips and slightly protruding tongue were cold...

In a panic, Song Chan stretched out his hands to hug him, his hands trembled, and inexplicably inserted them into Song Nan'an's shirt, placing his hands on his waist and either putting them away or putting them away.

Song Nan'an's chuckle reached his ears, and Song Chan felt the warm and humid heat travel along the skin behind his ears to his neck, and all the senses in his body became active.

Song Chan inadvertently raised his head slightly.

"Legs," Song Nan'an said hoarsely, "Put them away."

"How... how to let it go?"

Song Nan'an didn't speak, and pressed his other leg up...