The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

After Song Yan finished posting, his heart was beating fast. He jumped up and down in the room for 10 minutes and did fifty push-ups before standing up sweating and holding his phone in his hands waiting for a reply, but he didn't wait at all.

He even stared helplessly all night, seeing that the bruises in front of him seemed to be serious again.

The next morning before dawn, Song Yan stood anxiously at the door of Che Shaoqi's room, trying to try his luck, and when the waiter came to deliver breakfast to Che Shaoqi, he followed into the house.

Later, the waiter did not wait, but instead waited for Che Zhengan and Wang Lian who were about to go out.

"Hey? Xiao Song? Why are you here?" Wang Lian immediately came to say hello after seeing Song Yan.

"Good morning, aunt, and so is uncle." Song Yan asked, "I'm waiting for Shao Qi, I have something to tell him."

"Ah, you are waiting for him. He seems to have gone out early in the morning." Wang Lian said, "Look, he sent us a WeChat message at 04:30, saying that he was going to climb a mountain."

"...Mountain climbing?" Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, mountain climbing." Wang Lian nodded, "Why don't you check to see if there are any hills that are allowed to enter near here, he likes to climb mountains when he can't figure things out."

Song Yan nodded and thanked: "Okay, please trouble Auntie, I will check."

After saying goodbye to Wang Lian and Wang Lian, Song Yan stood against the wall, frowning, and began to check the nearby public areas where you can climb mountains.What he thought in his heart was that Che Shaoqi must have seen the news yesterday, but he didn't reply after seeing it.

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Sitting at the end of the path on the top of the mountain, Che Shaoqi was in a daze staring at the rising sun and the city in the distance. Since he was a child, he had the habit of climbing mountains when he couldn't figure it out.

After taking a shower yesterday, as soon as he picked up his phone, he saw the sentence sent by Song Yan.

"What do you think about me".

The answer was ready to come out, but Che Shaoqi didn't dare to send it out.

After climbing the mountain for more than an hour and letting the fresh air into his mind, Che Shaoqi thought that he could think clearly, but he watched the sun rise and heard the city gradually becoming noisy, so he didn't have the courage.

Song Yan is a star, he is a fan, this relationship is an insurmountable gap.

Unable to think of whom to share such troubles with, Che Shaoqi finally chose to search for related issues on the search engine.

"The idol who has liked for a long time seems to suddenly start chasing me, what should I do?"

The results obtained made Che Shaoqi frown, not knowing whether the answers were useful or not.

—Are you a fool to ask this question, are you delusional?

—I just want to know which idol it is, it is probably not well-known on the [-]th line, the kind of proud son of heaven and daughter of heaven, who will not casually contact fans privately.

—Of course it was him!No matter male or female, come on!

—It’s not bad to sleep~

—If it were me, I might think about it, but are you sure you are chasing you, not for your money or something?

……

After reading these answers, Che Shaoqi began to answer to himself.

"Shouldn't it be an outbreak of paranoia? I still believe in my intuition."

"Song Yan was originally the proud son of heaven, and he didn't contact me privately, because he didn't even know that I was his fan."

"It's fine to go to him, I don't have the guts yet."

"Sleep? No, it's too hasty, and I'm not ready."

"Money?" Che Shaoqi smacked the word twice, and finally came to the conclusion: Impossible.Song Yan is so rich, so he won't covet his own money.

The local residents of country F who also exercised climbed to the top of the mountain one after another. It was quite impressive to see someone sitting on the top of the mountain so early, and he was still a young man.

Just talking to himself all the time, not looking very smart.

Che Shaoqi had no idea what those local residents were thinking, so he carefully studied the answers of these people, and finally extracted the essence of "think clearly before making a decision", think clearly about the relationship, and think about what type of feeling this relationship belongs to. Be clear and make a decisive decision.

After taking a long breath, Che Shaoqi stood up with his hands propped up, and walked slowly down the mountain from the top of the mountain along the path.

Halfway through the walk, he bumped into Song Yan who was running up.

Che Shaoqi stopped in surprise, not understanding how this person appeared here all the way.

Song Yan was panting heavily, sweat dripped down his cheeks into his collar, it was clearly deep winter, but he was so hot as if he had been fished out of the water.

"You..." Che Shaoqi uttered a syllable, but found that his voice was very hoarse. He swallowed, and continued, "Why are you here?"

"Exercise." Song Yan calmed down and replied casually.

Che Shaoqi's mind was full of question marks, thinking about the reason and at the same time remembering the words Song Yan sent last night, and suddenly fell silent.

Song Yan stepped up a step, the step is shorter here, and now Song Yan who is taller can look at Che Shaoqi.

Che Shaoqi was flustered by his stare, smacked his lips, and explained: "I didn't reply to your message on purpose."

"Well, I know." Song Yan nodded, "Can I reply in person now?"

"...Reply to what?" Che Shaoqi decided that if he could pretend to be stupid for one more minute, it would be one minute.

Song Yan approached: "Answer the question about how I am."

"Very good." Che Shaoqi gave an ambiguous answer.

"Yesterday you said that you like hardworking, serious, and ambitious people." Song Yan repeated, "Then do you think I fit in?"

Che Shaoqi pursed his lips and did not answer his direct question.

Song Yan simply went up another level this time, and then forced Che Shaoqi to the wall: "Does it match?"

"Quite...it fits," Che Shaoqi replied with red ears.

Song Yan was happy all of a sudden, he smiled and said, "Really?"

"Hmm." Che Shaoqi slandered in his heart: I'm clearly speaking according to your personality, how could it be different?

"Say it again." Song Yan made an inch, smiling like a cunning fox.

"What?" Che Shaoqi raised his head reflexively, looked at Song Yan, and didn't understand what he was referring to.

"Say it again, you think I'm pretty good." Song Yan raised his hand to caress Che Shaoqi's head, and helped him remove the snowflakes that fell on his hair.

It started to snow early this morning, small snowflakes, and white snow with clear sunshine.

Che Shaoqi tensed his body nervously, pursed his lips again and again, but did not answer.

Song Yan put on a pitiful look in an instant: "I came all the way here, and I searched so far for you. My anger from last night is still there, so why don't you comfort me?"

"...You are very good, very good." Che Shaoqi confessed his selfishness in these words.

Song Yan slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and responded softly: "Okay."

Then she turned the hand that was resting on Che Shaoqi's hair in a different direction, dragged the back of his head, and kissed him on the lips.