Yingying

Ye Zhihe got up early on Saturday, mainly because his father was off work suddenly, and he had already prepared the meal at six in the morning and told him to get up for dinner.

Ye Zhihe struggled under the covers for more than ten minutes, and Ye Shu called him outside: "Are you still eating?"

Ye Zhihe replied weakly: "Eat..."

After finally changing his clothes and leaving the room, his father was not at the dining table, and the door was closed tightly.

Ye Zhihe asked: "Aren't you eating?"

"I've eaten." Ye Shu replied from inside the room.

"Oh, I'm going out later." He reported to Ye Shu.

"Go, come back early."

Ye Shu always speaks crisply, without rambling or nonsense, and Ye Zhihe is used to short questions and answers between father and son.

He sat alone at the dining table and ate. It was too early, and he didn't feel sleepy after eating. He took out his mobile phone and played a game of Match [-], and it didn't pass without accident.

Ye Zhihe sent Lin Shen a message without any hope: [Are you awake? ]

Lin Shen: [Yes. ]

Ye Zhihe jumped up from the chair, walked to the living room, and collapsed as if he had no bones when he reached the sofa.

Ye Zhihe: [Why are you so early? ]

Lin Shen: [Reading. ]

Ye Zhihe was in awe.

Ye Zhihe: [Then can you come out early?Let's discuss it in advance. ]

Lin Shen: [What time? ]

Ye Zhihe: [Nine o'clock?I will look for you. ]

The agreed time was ten o'clock, and he planned to meet with Lin Shen an hour in advance to discuss countermeasures to avoid mistakes.

Ye Zhihe thought, he really sacrificed too much for other people's love.

Lin Shen replied after a while: [Okay, but I have to go home before nine o'clock in the evening. ]

Ye Zhihe expressed understanding that Lin Shen must go home to review, so he replied: [Okay! ]

Because it was a certain distance from Lin Shen's home, Ye Zhihe went out half an hour earlier and got off at the stop guided by the navigation.

Lin Shen was already waiting at the station.

"Am I late?" Ye Zhihe asked.

"No." Lin Shen pointed behind him, "My house is right behind."

Ye Zhihe was envious, "It's so close."

His home is eight or nine minutes away from the bus station, and he is afraid that he will not be able to catch the bus at a fixed time when he leaves home late every day. Ye Zhihe usually has to run when encountering such a situation.

"Why are you wearing a hat?" Lin Shen asked.

Ye Zhihe: "It's hot."

On the street at nine o'clock in the morning, there is a breeze, slightly cold, and no sunshine.

The two looked at each other, Ye Zhihe raised his head because the brim of his hat blocked his view, and said sincerely: "It's hot at noon."

His hat is orange, with a cartoon little sun woven on the right side, his eyes are blocked in the shadows, he looks a little less cunning, and looks a little naive.

It's an illusion, Lin Shen thought, just like a cat's eyes during the day and night.

"Go and sit down somewhere," Lin Shen said.

Ye Zhihe asked, "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

Ye Zhihe said "hey": "Then you have to eat first, I have already eaten, can I watch you eat?"

Lin Shen was silent, "I'm not very hungry, I can eat at noon."

"That won't work, I will definitely be hungry." Ye Zhihe looked worried, as if he was the one who was hungry.

In the end, the two of them entered a fried dumpling shop. Lin Shen ordered two plates of dumplings and asked, "You really don't want to eat?"

"I'm full." Ye Zhihe replied, "You haven't eaten at home, if you knew it, you wouldn't have been called out so early."

"It's okay, I don't eat until noon at home."

"I'm going to be hungry." Ye Zhihe said again.

He seems obsessed with it.

Lin Shen nodded his head if he wanted to.

When the fried dumplings came to the table, Lin Shen asked him again: "Are you going to eat or not?"

"I'm stuffed."

Ye Zhihe was sitting across the table, with an orange hat on his elbows, his hair was limp and shapeless, and his forehead hair was curled up because it was pressed in the back before, unevenly tilted to the sides .But it's not ugly. He has a good-looking appearance, and he looks like a fox cub when he purses his lips and smiles.

Lin Shen ate three dumplings under Ye Zhihe's watchful eyes, and finally got up and took the plate and vinegar and placed them in front of Ye Zhihe.

Ye Zhihe automatically completed what Lin Shen hadn't said, thinking that Lin Shen must not be used to others watching him eat, and felt uncomfortable being stared at.

"I won't watch it." Ye Zhihe said, "You can eat."

Lin Shen said, "I can't eat it by myself."

Ye Zhihe looked at him like that, and almost flicked his tail to tell him, is it delicious? I want to eat it too, he really can't see it.

Ye Zhihe ate two dumplings to save face.

He was really full, but he still praised: "Shrimp dumplings are delicious." So you should eat more.

Lin Shen: "Yes." He thought that he really wanted to eat.

The two finished the meal in each other's delicate thoughts.

"I'm going to my house in a while." Ye Zhihe said that his home is in the development zone. Although it's a bit remote, there are many entertainment facilities. "They said they want to watch a movie, but we haven't decided what to watch, but we can't watch it like them. Yes, you understand?"

Lin Shen nodded.

"Of course, if you want to watch..." Ye Zhihe hesitated, "We can pretend to refuse first, and sneak in after they buy the tickets."

"No, I have nothing to see."

When Lin Shen came out before, what to eat and where to go were determined by others, and he was only responsible for following.

He didn't seem to be interested in these things, he didn't have the vitality that a boy of this age should have, and he was not good at words, but the deeper reason was unknown.

"Well, if you want to see it, you must say it."

Ye Zhihe repeatedly emphasized that after all, he was the one who pulled Lin Shen out, and now Lin Shen needs to cooperate with him.

Lin Shen said, "Since it's at your house, I should go there."

"But I want to come to you."

Ye Zhihe put on his hat and stood up, walking to Lin Shen's side.

His idea is very simple, since he has plenty of time anyway, it doesn't matter who goes who comes, he can follow the navigation to take a car, but he doesn't worry about Lin Shen.What if Lin Shen gets lost? He always likes to think a lot, worrying about things that don't make sense.

Lin Shen was silent for a long time.

Ye Zhihe raised his hat a little and looked carefully, Lin Shen felt uncomfortable again.

This is to blame Ye Zhihe for being too blunt. He said "I think" clearly. For such a subjective matter, he seemed to come with a special feeling, and because he answered very quickly, he seemed to be very eager want to see him.

However, Lin Shen's reaction is more in line with his age. If he wants to be overwhelmed by someone's unintentional words, no matter how indifferent he looks, he is still a little boy at heart.

Ye Zhihe then laughed and said, "I will come to you next time."

He doesn't know which time the "next time" will be.

Lin Shen asked for a while, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ye Zhihe's eyes were unaware, "What?"

This time, Lin Shen was transferred to watch him carefully. Unknowingly, the two got closer, and because Lin Shen couldn't smell Ye Zhihe's pheromones, and Ye Zhihe couldn't smell anyone's pheromones, they got closer. getting closer.

There is no sense of distance.

Lin Shen also made the same mistake. When he found out, their limbs were in contact with each other.

"It's very dangerous." Lin Shen said and moved away.

"Huh? What?" Ye Zhihe didn't notice it, he was so dull that he didn't look like a fox.

Lin Shen thought badly, Ye Zhihe had better be a sloth.

He knew that Ye Zhihe didn't mean to tease him. In the past, men and women who liked him would say some ambiguous words, and they were good at fusing them into pheromones. He was bored and had nowhere to hide.

Ye Zhihe has no obvious smell of pheromones. There is a faint scent of soap and laundry detergent on his body, but none of them are seductive.

This is the most dangerous.

Lin Shen couldn't describe what he looked like, other people's pheromones could be described concretely, peaches, bananas, pineapples or roses, camellias... Ye Zhihe was not at all.

Lin Shen has always been not interested in these things, and he doesn't care what other people will be divided into.

But now he has a little curiosity in his heart that he shouldn't have.

What is the taste of Ye Zhihe's pheromone?

The young man felt refreshed, with the fragrance of the toothpaste he used in the morning, the sweetness of the shampoo with cherries, and the smell of green leaves on the still-luxury Anding tree under the station.

He won't take the initiative to ask Ye Zhihe what your taste is.

He will smell it himself.