After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Han Song gently pushed the door, but it didn't move as expected.He glanced around and saw a crack in the window of his room.

He probed and saw Dong Chuanlin curled up on the bed, holding a corner of the thin quilt with his hands, and the rest of the quilt was hanging on the bed, seemingly falling off.

Seeing him sleeping soundly, Han Song felt a sense of comfort in his heart, and waved the wooden stick cracklingly to drive away the exhaustion and pressure on his shoulders.

Cursing his lips, Han Song looked greedily into the room.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the cold air rises instantly.

Dong Chuanlin seemed to feel the cold, and curled up even tighter, trying his best to get under the quilt.But there is only one corner of the quilt lying on the bed, and the rest is coveted by the world on the floor.

After drilling for a while, he still couldn't get to the warm bed, so he chose to give up, with his slender legs exposed.

The door was tightly bolted and the windows were narrow, so Han Song couldn't do anything to tuck him in.

He laughed silently, and gently closed the window with a slight "da".

Han Song just wanted to find a place to sit under the window, but just as he bent his back, a voice of questioning came from inside the room.

"Who? Who's out there?"

As the voice got closer and clearer, Han Song's heart jumped more and more violently, and every blow was so heavy that he could knock people out.

Fainted to death in Dong Chuanlin's hoarse and dazed morning voice.

"it's me."

The moment the window was pushed open, Han Song stood up and met his sleepy eyes.

Dong Chuanlin vaguely heard a sound coming from the window in his sleep, so he asked a question tentatively, and then vaguely heard the sound of clothes being rubbed, he got up to look with dazed eyes, without using his brain the whole time.

Until now, Han Song is sitting in front of him, he still can't believe it.

After rubbing his eyes vigorously, he saw Han Song's face clearly, and was stunned.

Han Song smiled and rubbed the skin at the corner of his eyes, trying to rub away the red blood in his eyes.

"Sleep a little longer, it's still early."

After saying that, a pair of long arms wrapped around his neck, and his hairy head went straight to the collarbone, just like the eagerness when looking for a warm quilt.

The upward arc of Han Song's mouth was even more exaggerated, and he softly coaxed him while stroking his shoulder: "Get up first, and don't pass on the smell of my body to you."

He was in a hurry to go these few days, he didn't take shower and wash to his heart, and now he stopped to smell the smell of sweat all over his body.

Dong Chuanlin sniffed, raised his head reluctantly, then held his face with both hands, and said seriously: "It's turned black."

Han Song was about to reply that it was normal, but he immediately said, "It's become ugly."

"..."

Dong Chuanlin refused to let go: "The real big bastard, it's a loss for waiting for you for so long."

The eloquent little mouth didn't take long to be proud, it was tightened in an instant, and it was bitten symbolically as a warning.

……

From the moment Han Song went out to wash, to the moment before he opened the door after washing, Dong Chuanlin remained in a state of high tension and excitement.

I'm afraid that if you relax for a moment, you will find that this is just a dream.

After being separated for such a long time, he had also dreamed of meeting Han Song many times, but none of them was as real as today.

The Han Song in the dream was not as black as charcoal, but because of his complexion, Dong Chuanlin dared to close his eyes and conclude that it was not a dream.

When Han Song came back from a simple wash, the sky was still groggy, and there was still some time before dawn.

He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around him, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said in a tone that did not allow anyone to refute: "Hey, sleep with me for a while."

He couldn't hide the burnout all over his body, Dong Chuanlin was not willing to let him continue to toss, and willingly acted as a soft pillow to be hugged by him.

The ups and downs of the two hearts finally landed safely, and this time they fell asleep very peacefully and comfortably.

Suddenly, there was a hasty knock on the door.

Dong Chuanlin stared and went to open the door angrily.

"My God! Why are you still sleeping? What time is it? Open your eyes and take a good look! I just reminded you yesterday that the master is in a bad mood these days so you don't want to mess with him. You can't be absent from work today." Go, the guts have become fat..."

Chen Suiyang was chanting heartbrokenly, and suddenly came out of the room alone, familiar with a little strange.

He walked behind Dong Chuanlin, put his hands on his waist naturally, and smiled at himself.

"I overslept." Dong Chuanlin didn't care about Chen Suiyang's sudden pause and stupefied, he lowered his head and said to himself: "Go and tell the master for me first, I'll rush over after washing up."

"No, no, no!" Chen Suiyang hurriedly waved his hand, pointed to the sky and said, "Today's weather is neither too hot nor too cold, which is just right for you to sleep in your room. Master, I will ask for leave for you. You can rest today!"

At the end, he glanced at Han Song and pulled Dong Chuanlin aside, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "He just came back, you have to restrain yourself and don't tire him down."

The author has something to say:

Dong Chuanlin: I really want to try what it is like to get tired~

Han Song: I can let you taste what it is like to be tired.