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Song Qiucheng handed him a new piece of paper, and said, "It's all crumpled, so it won't fit. Use this?"

"It can be folded," Sheng Yue became stubborn, "I'll try again."

Song Qiucheng hummed twice, and lay down on the table to watch him fold it again.

This time it took a few minutes to finally fold it into a shape, but because it was folded paper, it was a little soft, and the rose looked like it was dead.

"I think it's very good," Song Qiucheng picked it up carefully, and smelled it habitually. Naturally, it has no fragrance.He stared at Sheng Yue and gave a serious evaluation: "It's really good. It's the problem with the paper, not your problem. Next time, teach me, too?"

"Okay, I'll teach you." Sheng Yue raised his hand to touch his head, and suddenly wondered if there were any roses in the yard downstairs, and he felt it necessary to plant a few.

Song Qiucheng's hair should be cut, and it has grown a bit recently. It feels thin and soft, and it needs to be blown after washing. Song Qiucheng doesn't like it, but Sheng Yue likes it.

"How about getting your hair cut tomorrow?"

"When?"

When it comes to cutting hair, Song Qiucheng is a little unhappy: "Do you cut a lot?"

"Don't cut a lot, cut as much as you want."

"I don't want to cut."

"I don't want to cut it, it will grow very long."

"Then let it grow." Song Qiucheng said indifferently, "I'll tie it up when it grows."

"Why don't you want to cut your hair?" Sheng Yue asked him. It's not that it's not good to not cut your hair, it's just that it will block your eyes if it grows. "Is it okay to at least cut off the front?"

He thought for a while and said, "Okay then."

Still didn't say why he didn't want to cut his hair.

Sheng Yue changed the question: "Chengcheng likes to have long hair?"

Song Qiucheng said, "No, I don't like the sound of hair cutting."

It turned out to be the case.

Sheng Yue didn't think about how the Song family coaxed him to cut his hair for so many years. After all, it's not a big deal. It's just keeping his hair. It doesn't matter whether it is long or short. If you don't cut it, don't cut it.

"But my brother said that if you don't cut your hair, you will grow into a hair girl. Your hair will grow to more than ten meters. When you go out, there will be tree branches everywhere, entangled me, and then birds will build nests on it."

"..."

Sheng Yue was speechless after hearing this.

"He also said that if I grow long hair, the family will not buy rope in the future, and they will cut my hair to tie things."

Song Qiucheng looked at it very openly. For a second, Sheng Yue was still thinking that he could blow his lover's long hair for love. In the next second, Song Qiucheng said with a look that he understood everything: "I won't keep it long. When I get here, I'll cut it off."

Sheng Yue really didn't know what to say, he could only squeeze out the word "good" from his throat.

"I also found this."

Song Qiucheng showed him his wrist, a light blue rubber band, "I found it in the TV cabinet, it must be from Chuyu."

He used this rubber band to tie up the hair on his forehead, and tied it into a little stick that stood up - Sheng Yue's first reaction was that Song Qiucheng knew that his hair blocked his eyes and it was uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but reflect, he still regarded Song Qiucheng as a child too much.

"Does it look good?"

A palm-sized face was completely exposed, and the beautiful facial features were still full of childishness. Why is it not good-looking, Sheng Yue bent down and kissed him lightly on the face, and said, "It's very good."

When he left, Song Qiucheng grabbed the cloth on his shoulders and pulled him down, and quickly kissed him back on the side of his cheek.

Sheng Yue didn't react much, and was slightly stunned for two seconds, his eyes darkened.

Then he put one hand on the back of the chair, as if to prevent Song Qiucheng from running away, then bent down again, so low that he was level with Song Qiucheng, and kissed his lips under his gaze.

Song Qiucheng didn't react by running away, he waited motionless for the kiss to end, and it did not last for a few seconds.Sheng Yue just wanted to test whether he would hate kissing, and he didn't even dare to pry his lips open.

The conclusion is that he doesn't hate it, but Sheng Yue can feel the stiffness of his body, it doesn't matter, you can get used to it slowly in the future.

"Return the gift," Sheng Yue explained: "Remember Chengcheng kissed me today, and I will write it in my diary later,"

"What, you still keep a diary at such an age." Song Qiucheng was in a daze, thinking of Sheng Yue on the night of the wedding, a very fierce Sheng Yue.One of the impressions left on him that night was that kissing the mouth would hurt. He didn't know that it didn't hurt, and he felt relieved.

Sheng Yue just lied to him and never saw him write a diary.

"If you don't keep a diary, write down today as a kissing anniversary, and Chengcheng will kiss me every day of the month from now on."

"What anniversary is celebrated every month?"

These few words of his forced back Song Qiucheng's shy heart, leaving only question marks and doubts in his mind.

"Kiss anniversary with Chengcheng."

"There is no such festival, I don't."

Sheng Yue happily picked him up and said to go to lunch, and said to himself: "Then I have to pass by myself."

Still working on lunch, Song Qiucheng and Sheng Yue watched TV in the living room for a while, Ye Chuyu finished writing a paper, went downstairs to find a drink, and saw Song Qiucheng leaning on Sheng Yue's shoulder to watch the cartoon version of "Journey to the West" , she snorted childishly, poured a glass of boiled water and was about to go upstairs.

"The meal is almost ready." Aunt Zhang brought up a portion of pork belly soup. Ye Chuyu stopped when she heard the sound, sniffed the scent in the air, and asked, "Auntie, did you make cold preserved eggs?"

Aunt Zhang said yes, she knew it was something Ye Chuyu liked, she was so spicy, so she gave her cold salad, but the preserved egg was not good to eat, and it was not good for her health, so she seldom had it.

Ye Chuyu ran upstairs and said, "I'll get my phone and I'll be down right away."

Sheng Yue asked, "You still need to play with your phone while eating?"

Ye Chuyu said, "I'm going to ask my classmate a question and see how he solves it."

Sheng Yue nodded in agreement.

Song Qiucheng saw the bright color of the cold preserved preserved egg mixed with chili, thought it was delicious, put a small piece into his mouth, first tasted the chili flavor, and then there was a rush of nose, he gulped it down and vomited After a while, tears almost came out.

Seeing him like this, Chuyu laughed, took out a few pieces of paper at hand and handed them to him, saying, "You don't know how to eat, it's obviously delicious."

Song Qiucheng said, "Thank you." He quickly wiped his eye sockets, and took a sip of the soup Sheng Yue fed him.

Sheng Yue said, "I don't know how to eat either."

Ye Chuyu ate two mouthfuls of food in a muffled voice, and after a minute or two, remembering Song Qiucheng's bitter face, he still couldn't help laughing: "You just vomited like you were pregnant."

Song Qiucheng was stunned, and heard Sheng Yue whisper, "You're rude, why are you talking to your brother?"

Ye Chuyu held back a smile and said sorry.

Song Qiucheng stirred the spoon in his bowl, lowered his head and blushed and said, "It doesn't matter..."

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