Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

That was the first time He Yan realized how happy a healthy family can be.

Shen Qun's parents are very kind, especially Shen's mother. The moment she saw He Yan, her heart melted. The white and clean little prince stood at the door politely bowing to the two parents with his schoolbag on his back.

Her own son, who was dressed in a muddy rogue like a monkey, was lined up as if he had been picked up from a garbage dump. Mother Shen drove the poor son upstairs to change clothes, pulled He Yan to sit on the sofa, and asked some questions warmly. Study and home affairs.

After a while, Shen Qun jumped down from the stairs with wet hair on his head. The heating in the room was fully turned on. He was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, and the water dripped on his clothes.

The chest of the dark green T-shirt was stained black, and he sat down on the sofa next to He Yan.

He Yan couldn't help it for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you blow dry your hair? It will give you a headache."

"I don't want to blow it, girls chirp." Shen Qun brushed the wet hair on his forehead, and said indifferently.

He Yan choked, teenage boys are most disgusted with the adjective "lady", he gave Shen Qun an annoyed look, Shen Qun remembered what day it was today,

So he said kindly: "Then blow it for me...Mom! Where's your hair dryer?"

Mother Shen was surprised for a long time before she said, "Ah, it's in the bathroom of my room."

Shen Qun ran up the stairs, and came down after a while, holding his mother's purple hair dryer in his hand. Shen Qun sat down on the carpet in front of He Yan. This height was just right for He Yan to blow to him hair.

He Yan was a little embarrassed in front of the adults, and Shen's mother stood up with a smile on her lips: "I'll go to the kitchen to see where the rice is done, his dad, come and see!"

Father Shen, who was in a trance while watching TV, said strangely: "What's so interesting about the kitchen? I'm watching my old uncle!"

"Uncle what uncle!" Shen's mother patted Shen's father on the shoulder vigorously, "You have no eyesight!"

"Ah?" Father Shen was dragged away inexplicably.

He Yan blankly watched the two adults leave, Shen Qun gave him the hair dryer, lowered his head and urged: "Hurry up!"

"Oh."

The hair dryer was buzzing, and He Yan's slender fingers were gently inserted between Shen Qun's scalp. Shen Qun squinted his eyes comfortably, and did not know what to say.

"What?" He Yan didn't hear clearly, took the hair dryer away a little, and asked Shen Qun closer, "What did you say?"

This distance is very close, their eyes are facing each other, they can almost touch each other's eyelashes, the two teenagers are stunned for a moment.

Shen Qun swallowed his saliva with a "gudong", and when He Yan couldn't react in time, he kissed He Yan's cheek with lightning speed, and He Yan shook his hand, and the buzzing hair dryer directly hit Shen The face of the group!

Shen Qun screamed "Aww" and bounced from the ground: "It's hot, hot, hot, damn it!"

He Yan also stood up in a panic, his face was almost as red as the big red Fuji apples on the coffee table, the hair dryer dangled in his hand, he took two nervous steps forward, and saw that he was about to Put the blower on Shen Qun's face——

"Stop, stop," Shen Qun yelled in fright, "Put down your weapon!"

He Yan pursed his lips, feeling ashamed, annoyed and embarrassed, but suddenly there was another wailing sound of "Ouch" in the distance. He Yan and Shen Qun looked over, and it turned out that Shen's father fell out of the kitchen for some reason, kicking his ass. Sitting on the ground!

Shen's mother, who had been peeking at the kitchen door, stroked her hair in embarrassment and came out laughing: "Hehe, hehe, what are you doing, the meal will be ready soon!"

Shen Qun covered half of his face, feeling that his parents were really giving him credit, so he glanced at He Yan, but saw that He Yan's face was much better than the flustered one just now, and there was a smile in his eyes.

He smacked his mouth, obviously it was just a slight touch of water, but his lips were hot and numb. It felt like a very weak electric current was flowing gently. Shen Qun felt excited and comfortable, and he plucked his hair , walked to He Yan with a blushing face, and whispered, "I kissed you just now!"

Another wave of blood rushed to He Yan's forehead, and he raised the turned off hair dryer non-threateningly. Shen Qun shook his head and tail, his mouth almost reaching behind his ears. He took the hair dryer in He Yan's hand, and Throwing it in his hand, he pouted his lips in disgust: "My mother likes to buy purple for everything, it's so ugly! No wonder I'm gay, probably because my mother likes gay purple!"

He Yan stared at this rammer without saying a word, and really didn't even want to say anything.

The food was finally served on the table one by one. He Yan was pushed by Shen Qun to sit on a chair. The Shen family's parents hadn't taken their seats yet. He stood up immediately, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and the lights on the whole first floor were turned off. Went out.

Before He Yan could react, he heard a burst of singing: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to He Yan!"

He Yan was completely stunned.

Shen's parents rolled out a dining car from the kitchen, followed by the family's drivers and aunts, and the singing was sung by these elders. On the dining car was a huge tower-shaped cake with candles on it. Remember, today is his birthday.

"He Yan, happy birthday!" Shen Qun took out a small triangular hat out of nowhere and put it on He Yan's head, patted the dumbfounded boy, "Make a wish on the candle, hurry up."

Shen Qun said, but first he folded his hands and closed his eyes to make a wish. He Yan followed suit in a dumb manner, but when he closed his eyes, his mind was blank, and a sour feeling went straight to the tip of his nose, making him even cry impulse.

Shen Qun and He Yan blew out the candles together, and it wasn't until Shen's parents brought out the presents that He Yan knew that the birthday was for the two of them.

"I didn't even know your birthday was three days later," He Yan whispered, "So you are younger than me."

Because He Yan himself was born in December, he was almost always the youngest in the class. Unexpectedly, Shen Qun was three days later than him.

"Why don't you know my birthday? You don't care about me at all, hum!" Shen Qun was dissatisfied.

"You didn't say it, how would I know?" He Yan said aggrievedly, and was puzzled, "Then how did you know my birthday?"

"We filled out the information form when the school started, and I remembered your birthday at that time!" Shen Qun knocked on He Yan's forehead, "Why didn't you read mine?"

"We didn't know each other at that time, why should I read your data sheet?"

"Then why do I just look at yours!" Shen Qun said confidently.

The two argued quietly for a while, then Shen Qun leaned into He Yan's ear and said, "I also prepared a gift for the two of us, and I'll show it to you when we go upstairs after dinner."

He Yan was a little embarrassed: "But I have no gift for you."

Shen Qun suddenly laughed: "You gave me a gift!"

"What?" He Yan was puzzled, "When did I give you a gift?"

"It's time to blow your hair!"

He Yan was taken aback for a moment, then understood Shen Qun's meaning, stepped on him under the table, but smiled.

The gift Shen Qun prepared for the two was a pair of couple T-shirts, one blue and one white. He Yan liked it a lot at first, but he turned the clothes over and looked at the back, and immediately had a disagreement with Shen Qun.

It turned out that the white one had the word "wife" written on the back, and the blue one had "husband" written on it. They grabbed the blue one together and almost tore a dress in two!

"I bought the clothes, and I will be your husband!" Shen Qun growled with his neck straight.

"I'm not a girl, so I don't want to be a wife!" He Yan's face also turned red.

"You look so good, you look like a wife!"

"You are not as old as me, so you are going to be a wife!"

The two stared at each other, neither of them would give in, and naturally neither of them would wear that white T-shirt.

Finally, based on the etiquette that He Yan is a guest and the host must be courteous, Shen Qun gave up the blue T-shirt, and He Yan carefully folded it and put it in a paper bag and put it in his schoolbag.

"Xiao Yan?"

The lights in the room were turned off, and only a tiny amount of light penetrated through the cracks in the curtains. The two teenagers lay side by side on the bed, holding their hands together, and staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

The sound of heartbeat "plop plop plop" came and went, and it was hard to tell whose it was.

"En?" He Yan snorted softly.

"Tell me," Shen Qun rested his empty arm on the back of his head, "How do two men separate husband and wife?"

He Yan didn't speak.

Shen Qun was worried: "I think other gay wives are a bit bitch, but neither of us is bitch, let's play ball! Could it be that two of us go together? This is troublesome!"

"Is there any difference? It's good to be together." He Yan said softly.

"That's right," Shen Qun smiled foolishly in the dark, "I'm so happy to be with you!"

He Yan whispered: "Me too, I am very happy in your house." The warmth and happiness of Shen's family is something that He Yan has never experienced when he grows up to such an age. It is almost a scene that only appears in his dreams.

"Then you can marry into our family and be my wife!" Shen Qun lost no time in trying to abduct her.

"Hmph!" This was He Yan's answer.

The young man's mind was pure and clear, and it was just like this, the two of them fell asleep slowly.

Most of the time that He Yan can recall with Shen Qun are good ones.

Shen Qun almost became the salvation of He Yan in the most important youth of personality stereotypes. Later, He Yan was able to be full of self-confidence, neither humble nor overbearing. Even in front of strong people like Zhou Yancheng, he was always able to stand upright and proud , all thanks to the confidence that Shen Qun gave him.

To be liked by a lively and sunny little prince like Shen Qun was the luckiest thing in He Yan's life before the age of 19.

The past was like smoke, which also wet Shen Qun's eyes.

"Xiao Yan, do you still remember? I prepared a couple of T-shirts for us that year," Shen Qun's voice came from the other end of the phone, as if passing through the years, with inexplicable heaviness and sadness: " The white one is still in my closet."

"Well," He Yan chuckled, "Mine is also there, in the locker in the dormitory."

Shen Qun's throat was choked, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, but his smile widened involuntarily: "Xiaoyan, if one day you come to me wearing that blue T-shirt, I will wear the white one for you." Look, okay?" Shen Qun's voice sounded like a whisper, one of his palms propped on the floor-to-ceiling glass suddenly curled up, and he waited anxiously and expectantly for He Yan's answer.

The snow fell silently and became bigger and bigger. He Yan was completely blocked in the middle of the road. The people behind were honking their horns anxiously. He Yan didn't hear Shen Qun's last words at all. There was a long queue in front of him. It was a boundless sea of ​​cars. He looked back and forth and said worriedly: "Shen Qun, I'm stuck in the road, you guys have dinner first, don't wait for me!"

Shen Qun flicked on the glass in disappointment, thinking that He Yan deliberately avoided his topic, he said wearily: "I'll let the others eat first, I'll wait for you to join me."

"Then you sleep in the lounge for a while, you still have to bring an external disk at night, I will call you when I go back."

"Okay...then drive carefully."

After Shen Qun hung up the phone, the corners of his eyes began to heat up again. He told himself, this is good, this is enough, whatever He Yan likes about him, then he will do whatever he likes, as long as He Yan is happy, no matter where he stands unimportant.

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He Yan was in a dilemma in the car, and sat alone for a long time, the phone vibrated again, Zhou Yancheng asked: Where is it?

He Yan frowned, Zhou Yancheng was very conscious during this period, the text messages he sent every day were to report his itinerary, and he never asked where He Yan was.

He Yan swiped his fingertips on the screen of the phone, but finally gave up on replying. He threw the phone back to the center console, lying on the steering wheel bored, intending to squint for a while.

Someone knocked lightly on the car window, and He Yan raised his head, stunned for a moment.

Zhou Yancheng was standing outside the car, leaning over and looking at him with a slight smile.