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Song Yuan went downstairs with a big bag, and laughed when he saw Liang Heng: "You've been here for a long time? Why don't you go upstairs?"

Liang Heng took the big bag in his hand, and took his hand naturally: "I've only been here for a while, I guess you didn't go up when you came down soon. Where are we going now?"

Song Yuan took out two tickets from his bag, Liang Heng glanced at them, raised his eyebrows: "Going to the next city?"

Song Yuan nodded: "It takes about three hours to get there, but it may be a bit hard to change trains."

Liang Heng put an arm around his shoulders: "It's just the city next door, and it's not like going from the North Pole to the South Pole. Besides, I want to see your family, even if it's the South Pole."

Song Yuan burst out laughing, and waved for a taxi.

The two arrived at the station on time and got on the train. After getting on the train, they relaxed a little. They chatted with each other or closed their eyes to rest. Three hours passed quickly.

Song Yuan took Liang Heng to another car with ease and tossed on the road for another hour.

Liang Heng saw the rural scenery outside the car and smiled, "It turns out that your home is so close to nature."

Song Yuan seemed a little nervous at this moment, and it took him a while to react: "Ah, it's quite ecological, do you want to drink water?"

Liang Heng squinted at him like a scalpel: "Why are you nervous? Are you going to sell me?"

Song Yuan was taken aback, and glared at him: "What are you thinking!"

Liang Heng leaned on the back of the chair: "It's just going home, you just treat me as an ordinary friend who is visiting."

Song Yuan shook his head: "This is too unfair to you." He paused, and then hesitantly said: "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to accept it."

Liang Heng smiled easily: "You should trust me."

Although he had already promised it, Liang Heng found that Song Yuan was still very nervous when he got off the car. Song Yuan even gave him a flustered look when he held his hand.

Liang Heng focused his attention on the building in front of him. It was a simple but stereotyped building. Every city had more or less such a building.

Seeing that Liang Heng hadn't spoken for a long time, Song Yuan's heart suddenly began to collapse. He wanted to say a few words to break the stiff atmosphere, but he didn't dare to raise his voice too loudly: "Actually, I never told you that I came out of the orphanage. , I probably don’t have parents, or I may have parents.”

Liang Heng put down the big bag in his hand in silence, then hugged Song Yuan into his arms, and gently stroked his back like a child to comfort him.

Song Yuan said carefully: "You..."

Liang Heng interrupted him: "Let's go in. Are you bringing so many things as gifts? I actually forgot to bring gifts. I'm so rude."

Song Yuan stared at him blankly: "You don't mind?"

Liang Heng asked back, "Why should I mind?"

Song Yuan was stunned by this question, and he didn't know why he cared whether Liang Heng would mind.He pondered for a while, but Liang Heng didn't give him time to think clearly, so he directly pulled him into the courtyard.

The adults in the yard all know Song Yuan, after all, they watched him grow up, and there are also children who are close to him, and they are all children who have already gone to elementary school or even junior high school. The children who are too young don’t remember him well, Song Yuan After graduation, he came back less, and these children didn't remember him very much.

Song Yuan didn't care about these, he had counted the gifts brought by the number of people before, and now he divided the gifts one by one, and the children who received the gifts gathered together to play together, and Song Yuan walked towards the dean's room.

The dean of the orphanage is an old man who always watches the children play with a kind expression.Song Yuan was the closest to him, so the gifts he brought were the most thoughtful.

But the dean refused to accept his gift, and only said that Song Yuan had only been working for two years and still had to save money to buy a house and a car, so why was he always spending money on these things.There is both complaint and concern in the tone.Song Yuan cheated and wanted to keep things, but the dean had no choice but to accept them.Only then did Song Yuan sat down opposite the dean with satisfaction.

"They said you brought a friend with you when you came back?"

Song Yuan hummed, and found that he was not as nervous as he imagined. He slowly explained his relationship with Liang Heng clearly, hiding the part about Z's colleague, and only said that he met him online.He finally told the dean: "His name is Liang Heng. He is a very good person and takes good care of me."

The dean looked at him, nodded after a while and said: "That's good, you and him have a good time, and we can rest assured."

Song Yuan came out from the dean, searched around in the front yard but didn't see Liang Heng, he grabbed a child who was running by and asked, "Where's the big brother?"

The child knew him and knew that he was asking about the person who came with him, so he pointed to the backyard: "That brother went there."

Song Yuan glanced over there suspiciously, the backyard is a vegetable field, why did Liang Heng go there?

Following the child to the backyard, Song Yuan walked around the kitchen, and at a glance, the children were all sitting on stools, and those without stools sat obediently on the steps. Liang Heng sat at the front, his hands busy all the time. I don't know what I'm doing.

Song Yuan approached there, a child recognized him and shouted, Liang Heng raised his head when he heard the voice, and smiled at him when he saw him.The children around were all watching eagerly, and Song Yuan couldn't help but blushed.

When he got closer, he found several big radishes piled up beside Liang Heng's feet, some red and some white. Liang Heng was holding a knife in his hand, and was quickly cutting the radishes into shapes. Song Yuan stared blankly at them. After a while, the radish turned into a beautiful flower.

The child sitting at the front happily took it, and shouted loudly: "Thank you brother!" Liang Heng patted his head and continued to carve another one.

Song Yuan sat down next to Liang Heng and watched him carve radish flowers one after another. The children got one and happily ran back to the front yard with the flowers to show to the aunts who took care of them. .Seeing that Liang Heng was still carving, Song Yuan couldn't help asking strangely: "They have already left, why are you still doing it, aren't you tired?"

After Liang Heng finished carving this flower in his hand, he moved his fingers, turned his head and looked at Song Yuan with gentle eyes: "This flower is for you, do you like it?"

Song Yuan touched the cool radish flower in his hand, but his heart was burning hot.He looked straight at Liang Heng, and the tenderness in Liang Heng's eyes wrapped him up as if it had condensed into substance. He slowly moved closer and kissed the corner of Liang Heng's mouth.

"Well, I like it, I like it very much."

He shrank quickly, and Liang Heng didn't do anything too outrageous. He watched Song Yuan play with the flower tenderly, and after a while, he suddenly dragged him to the kitchen on a whim.

Liang Heng let him hold him back, and just asked leisurely: "What are you doing in the kitchen? You want to cook for me?"

Song Yuan replied: "You know that I don't cook well, so of course I need you, a chef, to show your skills."

Liang Heng grabbed him backhanded and stood still.Song Yuan looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Liang Heng looked at him: "I can carve them any number of flowers for fun, but I shouldn't be asked to cook."

Song Yuan just thought that children would like to eat Liang Heng's dishes, so he wanted him to get more favor from the children, but Liang Heng refused to cook, Song Yuan didn't feel angry, but asked suspiciously. Said: "Why? Don't you want others to taste your craft?"

Liang Heng shook his head and did not answer. Song Yuan really wanted to know, but after questioning, he only got one sentence: "It depends on the situation. I will tell you when I have a chance."

Liang Heng was very stubborn in his trickery, and Song Yuan couldn't pry his mouth away at all.

In the end, the aunt who was in charge of cooking was the one who did the cooking. During the meal, the aunt also praised Liang Heng for his excellent knife skills, and the carved radish flowers were just like the real ones.

Because of the radish flower incident, Liang Heng was loved by the children, and the dean and aunts liked him very much. Song Yuan let go of his restless heart, and finally felt in the mood to take Liang Heng out for a walk.

It was already late today, they couldn't go back to the urban area and could only stay in the orphanage. There was always a room vacant for Song Yuan in the orphanage, but Liang Heng came in such a hurry that he didn't inform in advance, so the director asked Song Yuan to squeeze in with him.Liang Heng had no objection, Song Yuan blushed slightly.

There is a small hill next to the orphanage. The scenery is not bad because it is far away from the city. You can even see a few fireflies flying around at night.Song Yuan dragged Liang Heng to walk around the hillside, and then climbed to the top of the hillside to look at the scattered lights around him.

Song Yuan looked at it and pulled Liang Heng's arm: "Why didn't you cook before? Obviously your cooking is so delicious."

Liang Heng turned to look at him and raised his eyebrows: "You want to know?"

Song Yuan nodded vigorously, and Liang Heng smiled lightly, and slowly approached him until he touched his forehead, and breathed out a sentence: "Because my father said, you can't cook for others casually."

The two were so close, giving the illusion of kissing, Song Yuan suddenly blushed.

As soon as I got back to the orphanage, I ran into the aunt who was carrying the quilt and was going to deliver the floor rug to Song Yuan. Song Yuan took the quilt, and the aunt looked around if she didn't see Liang Heng, so she asked, "Where's Xiao Liang?"

Song Yuan tilted his head: "I told him to take a bath first, what is Auntie doing with the quilt?"

Auntie glanced at him reproachfully: "Your bed is so small, how can two big boys live in it? Auntie will bring you a quilt to make a bed on the floor, and when the time comes to let Xiao Liang sleep on the bed, you will feel wronged."

Song Yuan deliberately pretended to be aggrieved: "Auntie doesn't love me anymore, she's leaning towards Liang Heng."

The aunt smiled and slapped him, then gave him a gentle push: "Hurry up, Xiao Liang is a guest after all, and you'll be wronged for one night. Auntie has already cleaned the floor for you. The floor is very clean."

Only then did Song Yuan obediently nod, and carried the quilt back to the room to make the floor.Guessing that Liang Heng was about to finish washing, Song Yuan went to the bathroom with his change of clothes.

Sure enough, Liang Heng had already gone this way, Song Yuan took him to the door of the room before turning around to take a bath.

Liang Heng opened the door and saw a small room, about the size of a dormitory. After a cursory glance around, Liang Heng found that the room was very clean.Open the door and face the window. There is a table next to the window. On the table are some old-looking books and a pot of lush plants.The window is slightly to the left, and there is a small bed next to the wall, which is only 1.5 meters wide by visual inspection, which is more than enough to sleep one person, but not enough to sleep two people.The quilt was laid beside the bed, and it was specially thickly padded, probably because it was afraid that the ground would be too cold and hard.

Liang Heng consciously sat cross-legged on the floor, wiping his hair while waiting for Song Yuan to come back.

As soon as Song Yuan came back, he saw Liang Heng sitting facing the door, flipping through an old book with his head bowed. Song Yuan recognized at a glance that it was a book he had read when he was a child.Leaning to Liang Heng and sitting down, Liang Heng turned over a page of the book while reaching out to take the towel from Song Yuan's hand to help him dry his hair.

Liang Heng didn't ask him where these books came from. Song Yuan knew that he should be able to guess it easily, but if he didn't ask, Song Yuan would not take the initiative to tell.He leaned into Liang Heng's arms to enjoy the exclusive service, and by the way, he helped Liang Heng turn a page of the book from time to time.

After reading dozens of pages of the book, my aunt came to urge me to sleep. Song Yuan responded, and then hurried out of Liang Heng's arms, pulling him up and pressing him onto the bed.Liang Heng looked down at Song Yuan who was sitting on the ground, and Song Yuan winked at him: "Auntie said to treat you well, and I think what Auntie said is right, so you sleep on the bed today."

Liang Heng thought for a while, then nodded with a smile.

Satisfied, Song Yuan hugged the pillow and lay down, not forgetting to say good night to Liang Heng.

Liang Heng stood up to turn off the light, and when he passed by Song Yuan, he suddenly squatted down, and when Song Yuan was caught off guard, he picked him up and threw him on the bed.

Song Yuan fluttered under the quilt twice, showing a blank face and looking at the approaching Liang Heng: "What's wrong?"

"Why would I want you to sleep on the floor?" Liang Heng said with a smile in his voice.

Song Yuan thought this kind of words were very sweet, but hesitated again: "If auntie comes to wake us up tomorrow..."

"It's okay, you can lie back tomorrow morning and pretend that you slept on the floor all night." Liang Heng went to the bed and touched his head, then lay down next to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan waited for him to lie flat, turned over and lay on his stomach, half propped up his body and wanted to talk to him, but Liang Heng directly hugged him into his arms.

"Would you like a good night kiss?"

Song Yuan didn't move for a long time, then suddenly he rubbed on Liang Heng's shoulder, approached his face and said softly, "Yes."

Liang Heng's laughter was very clear in the silent room. He turned over and pressed Song Yuan under him, and kissed him hard at the right place.

This good night kiss lasted so long, Song Yuan almost thought that he was going to suffocate in such a kiss, and when Liang Heng let him go, he could only gasp for breath.

Liang Heng's voice was soft: "Good night."

Song Yuan fell asleep in the warm breath of the people around him.