Why are the stars indifferent

After eating the hot pot, Cheng Zai returned home by himself, and sent a message to Zhan Le, explaining that he went to the bathroom to take a shower when he got home, and when he got out of the shower, he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep without looking at his phone.

He couldn't see the news that Zhan Le replied. He was wearing earplugs and couldn't hear anything. He returned to the quietest time, but he couldn't sleep well. There was always something in his heart that he couldn't put down.

The appearance of Chen Li still had an impact.

This influence came after he knew it. Cheng Zai wanted to escape at first, so he tried his best to ignore it, and treated it with an attitude of indifference.It was only when there was no way out that it cut open the flesh and blood and dug out everything that happened more than ten years ago.

He opened his eyes, and it was dark.

There was still no reply from Cheng Zai on the phone.

Zhan Le hugged the pillow in the room and sighed, got up and went to the living room, tidied up the pile of music scores that Xie Rin had piled on the table according to the page number, then took a pen and started to write lyrics.

Coax, coax, my boyfriend, can I lose it if I don't coax.

Don't throw away the autistic boyfriend, grab it and beat it, wrap it in bread crumbs, and fry it until golden on both sides...

"Doctor Cheng, yellow in the pot." Zhan Le hummed to himself while writing lyrics.

After humming, he was silent, what a mess, he tore off the first page and threw it away, then hummed the main melody that Xie Rin taught him not long ago.

It’s much easier to fill in after having the main theme. Although it’s still a slobbering song, at least the saliva is not so full. Zhan Le finally filled in the first two sentences after half a night’s revision. Feel hypocritical to death.

Still no reply on the phone.

It was raining again outside.

The rain in the south can fall from the end of February to the beginning of August. From the cloudy rain in spring to the shower in summer, there will be more than two months in between for those who grow mushrooms to dry themselves, and then continue to mold and prepare for November. rainwater.

After school, Zhan Le came out of the school gate holding an umbrella, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Zai's car on the side of the crowded road: "Hey...!"

He couldn't help but yelled softly, then quickly put away the umbrella in his hand as he ran over there, pulled away the co-pilot's car and sat in it directly: "Why are you here?"

"See whose car it is, then sit up," Cheng Zai put one hand on the steering wheel and smiled lightly.

"See clearly!" Zhan Le put away the umbrella, looked up at Cheng Zai, and said, "I saw you."

Strangely, he was depressed all night because Cheng Zai didn't reply to his messages, and he was absent-minded during class during the day, and wanted to make a phone call directly but was afraid of disturbing his work. All gloom disappeared in that instant.

Emotions are so unreasonable.

Zhan Le clenched his teeth and asked, "You left work so early today?"

"I'm off today." Cheng Zai said while driving.

The road is very congested on rainy days, and it will take a while to drive forward. The rain is loud, and Zhan Le seems to have heard Cheng Zai say something, but Cheng Zai's lips are closed when he turns his head to look over.

"Huh?" He was a little puzzled.

"I said," Cheng Zai looked at the front, "I'm sorry."

"Ah...it's okay, it's okay," Zhan Le looked away and looked out the window, "I'm not really angry."

"En." Cheng Zai responded softly.

Zhan Le didn't want the atmosphere to become too serious, he rubbed his face, scratched his head, and said, "If you really feel sorry for me, just write the previous commendation letter."

The car moved a little forward, Cheng Zai turned his head to look at him, a little puzzled: "What commendation letter?"

"Didn't I agree when I won the first place in the sports meet last semester?" Zhan Le looked at him, "You said you had to compose lyrics."

"Ah." Cheng Zai replied, wondering if he remembered it or not.

"Stop praising, write a love letter," Zhan Le leaned back on the seat, "I haven't received a love letter yet."

"What fell out of the math book last time?" Cheng Zai twitched his lips.

"I didn't read what she wrote," Zhan Le said, "I just read what you wrote."

"...Okay," Cheng Zai drove the car a little further and blocked it again, "I haven't written a love letter, wait until I make up the lyrics."

"Don't worry," Zhan Le smiled, "Just give it to me on my birthday."

"It's still three months away," Cheng Zai pondered for a while, "Okay, I'll give it to you then."

"Three months, you think it's too late, it's gone in the blink of an eye," Zhan Le said, "By the way, I might have to spend it with my sister by then, so let's spend it alone two days in advance."

"Okay." Cheng Zai didn't think so much, three months, he felt that it was still a long way for him, "it's okay."

"When is your birthday?" Zhan Le asked again.

"Me? I...it's not my birthday," Cheng Zai said in a steady tone, "I don't remember when it was."

"Where's the one on the ID card?" Zhan Le pursed her lips and looked at his profile.

"July 29." Cheng Zai said, "That day is... the day I went to register for the account, just write it down."

"...Then that day," Zhan Le said with a smile, "Anyway, I have to pick a day to come."

Cheng Zai smiled: "Then write me a love letter too, I haven't received it either."

"No one chooses gifts by name." Zhan Le reached out and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, love letters will not be sent."

There is a love song, but I don't know if I can finish it before that day.

I should be able to, there are not many left, one word a day... one sentence a day, and I can finish writing in more than two months.

Then there is singing.

Zhan Le cleared his throat unconsciously, Cheng Zai glanced at him, but said nothing.

Cheng Zai drove the car back to his home. On the way, he made an agreement with Zhan Le that he would sleep at his house tonight and help him with tutoring. Zhan Le sent a message to Xie Lin. Xie Lin said it was okay, and finally made it up. Sentence attention measures.

"I found that my sister is not as serious as she looks." Zhan Le sat on the sofa, raised her face and said deeply, "I have a feeling that my brother is disqualified."

"What did she send you?" Cheng Zai poured a glass of warm water and brought it over, and handed a towel to Zhan Le, asking him to wipe his wet hair.

Zhan Le took the things he was handing over, and put the phone in his pocket: "It's nothing, nothing."

Cheng Zai narrowed his eyes, didn't make a sound, and went to the house to get some snacks and put them out. He suddenly stared behind Zhan Le, and asked in a deep voice, "What is that?"

"Huh?" Zhan Le turned his head, and when he didn't see anything, there was a light in his pocket, and Cheng Zai took his phone away, and easily opened the screen.

His phone was unlocked, and he thought he had nothing to hide.

But with Xie Rin's words, it's very shameful, at least not Cheng Zai.

Cheng Zai only read the last sentence, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and returned the phone to Zhan Le: "It's really not serious."

Zhan Le was a little embarrassed, scratched his hair and said nothing.

Cheng Zai got up and sat next to him, putting one arm on the back of the sofa behind Zhan Le, as if about to hug him, Zhan Le immediately leaned back, resting his head on Cheng's arm, and looked up at him.

"Don't look at me like that, my family doesn't have those measures," Cheng Zai pushed his head aside, "You have to go to class tomorrow."

"I didn't think so either!" Zhan Le yelled, and leaned his head closer again, "Besides, it has nothing to do with me not going to class, it shouldn't be that you have to go to work tomorrow..."

Cheng Zai raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Hey, one and two," Zhan Le continued, "They're both so outrageous."

Cheng Zai smiled, and just leaned against Zhan Le.The rain outside the house gradually became lighter, but the sound of raindrops beating on the canopy was terrifyingly loud.

Neither of the two people in the room spoke first. They seemed to enjoy the tranquility of this moment very much, but within 2 minutes of silence, Cheng Zai sighed, and grabbed Zhan Le's hand: "Serious person, can you not touch it?" Am I down?"

"...What's wrong with touching?" Zhan Le sat up, a little embarrassed, not looking at Cheng Zai, "It's not illegal for me to touch my boyfriend."

"Touch it," Cheng Zai also turned his head and sighed, "You are not responsible for touching it."

"Who is not responsible!" Zhan Le glared at him.

"Did you take charge last time?" Cheng Zai turned his gaze back and looked at Zhan Le.

Every time Zhan Le talked about this kind of thing, his ears would turn red, but he had a righteous look on his face, as if he could draw his sword in the next second, and he was very confident: "Didn't you say no last time! "

"Yes, you stayed on the bed for at least 10 minutes. I'm hard and soft, is it easy for me?" Cheng Zai clicked his tongue, "I thought I made you stupid..."

"Fuck, come on then," Zhan Le rolled up his sleeves, turned over and sat on Cheng Zai's body, "Come on!"

"Do you want to twist the wrench..." Cheng Zai frowned and smiled helplessly, "Help..."

I’ve never seen anything like this before. I used to shout "Come on" like a slogan. I feel that next time Zhan Le will have to wave the flag to cheer and then do some radio exercises before he can do it. But when Zhan Le kisses him, Cheng Zai will not Thinking of something else, he stretched out his hand to press Zhan Le's back of the neck, and pressed him to his body, leaving no gaps.

The air in the room also became hot, and Cheng Zaineng could feel Zhan Le's rapid breathing on his face. His eyelids were drooping, his eyelashes were trembling, and the end of his eyes was dyed red again. With this expression, I don't know where he got the courage to say that he wants to fuck someone else all day long.

Go gay, Cheng Zai felt that he didn't dare to let him go to the bathroom alone.

Cheng Zai went to wash his hands and came out, Zhan Le slumped on the sofa again and entered his own world to relax, he didn't bother, opened Zhan Le's schoolbag, and took out his books and everything to get ready.

As a result, as soon as he pulled it open, he saw a letter inside. It was pink, and he knew it was a love letter with his toes.

Cheng Zai frowned, turned his head to look at Zhan Le who was on the sofa with confused eyes, and felt relieved a little.

"By the way, I feel like I haven't told you something formally." Zhan Le got up and looked at Cheng Zai. "I want to be formal now."

"Put up your pants first." Cheng Zai clicked his tongue.

"Oh," Zhan Le pulled up his trousers, went to wash his hands, came out, sat opposite Cheng Zai, and said seriously, "I really, really like you, I have never liked anyone so much since I was a child ...Basically, I haven't thought about other people in this way. I haven't even had the urge to kiss or hug anything."

"En." Cheng Zai looked at him seriously.

"That's why I like you very much." Zhan Le looked at Cheng Zai, his eyes suddenly dodged a little. After a few seconds, he calmed down and looked directly at Cheng Zai, "What about you?"

It might be a bit comical to ask that question now.

But Zhan Le has his own stubbornness and a little hypocrisy. Once he realizes that the details are wrong, he wants to know all the answers, otherwise he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Cheng paused for a few seconds, looked at Zhan Le, and didn't know what he was thinking. When Zhan Le was so nervous that his legs were a little weak, he said, "I like you too."

Zhan Le let out a long sigh of relief, his heart fell back to its original place, and the smile reappeared on his face. He supported the table, leaned over and took a bite of Cheng Zai's face: "Then I'm going to cook !"

Cheng Zai smiled, got up and followed Zhan Le to the kitchen, leaned against the door frame, and watched Zhan Le busy in the kitchen.

love letter.

Cheng Zai has never written a love letter, and he doesn't know how to write it.

But it's definitely not okay to ask him to put a pink envelope in it.

You have to think about it.

Cheng is thinking.