Ten years to feed the dog

Zhang Yiwen asked casually here, and turned his head from time to time to see if Zheng Ning and the others came out of the toilet.

Yao Liang was so guilty when he was asked, he was a little confused about what Zhang Yiwen meant, did he want him to return the mp3?I still want to blame him for not asking for it.

Probably because of being exposed to the cold air for too long, Yao Liang felt his lips were very chapped. He licked his lips, and his eyes drifted around unconsciously.

"You left it in the classroom before, and I took it for you."

"I put it at home, and I'll bring it back to you tomorrow."

After thinking about it, Yao Liang added another sentence.

Zhang Yiwen didn't know what he was thinking, so he looked at the toe of his shoe, hummed and said nothing.

"Have you heard it? The song in the mp3."

Zhang Yiwen asked Yao Liang again, still in that casual tone.

On the other hand, Yao Liang, like a student who was selected by the teacher to ask questions in class, was not very flustered. He squeezed his palm secretly in his pocket, only to find that his palm was already sweating slightly.

"Have."

Yao Liang told the truth by accident, and immediately looked up to see Zhang Yiwen's reaction as soon as the words fell to the ground.

Zhang Yiwen just buried his face in the scarf, stood there firmly, and lowered his eyes in thought.

Before Zhang Yiwen could utter the thoughts in his heart, the three drunks came out of the toilet with their shoulders crossed. To be more precise, it should be Zheng Qi who held up the two swaying drunks.

Zhang Yiwen smiled and hurt Wang Xusheng's drunken appearance, took over Liu Ning, and shared some weight for Zheng Qi, and the conversation between Yao Liang and Zhang Yiwen was over.

Yao Liang was naturally relieved, after all, this conversation with Zhang Yiwen was really exciting for him.

Several people started to look for the hotel again, and after searching for almost half an hour, they finally settled down in the humble small hotel at home.

A group of five people naturally asked for two rooms, two people and three people shared one room like this, because Wang Xusheng and Liu Ning were drunk, Zheng Qineng had to manage to get these two drunks, so naturally the three of them only got one room, and in the end they were left. Yao Liang and Zhang Yiwen.

It's a lie to say it's not embarrassing, but Zhang Yiwen's face is indifferent, and Yao Liang has no choice but to bite the bullet.

I thought there would be nothing embarrassing about sleeping in separate beds, but the terrible thing happened. It was a big bed room, and when the door was opened, there was only one big bed in the whole room.

"Do you wash first or do I wash first?"

Before Yao Liang recovered from the impact of the big bed, Zhang Yiwen repeated the question several times, and only then did he regain his senses.

"You go first."

He still needs some time to calm down.

But listening to the sound of water coming from the toilet and the figure faintly visible on the frosted glass made Yao Liang completely unable to calm down.

The person you like is taking a shower in the bathroom, and you are sitting on the big bed. How can you not think about the big bed where you will lie on the big bed with the person you like all night.

Yao Liang asked himself if he wasn't Liu Xiahui. He really thought about a lot of yellow waste. First, he remembered the night of helping each other, and then his thoughts were like a car that was out of control and crazily speeding on the road, driving farther and farther.

The drive was so far that even Yao Liang was amazed by his own creativity.

Seeing that his imagination was going to be connected to his body, Yao Liang began to think of something to distract himself.

Zhang Yiwen's girlfriend.

All thoughts come to an abrupt end at this moment.

That's right, he can't be like this. He rejects the person first, waits for the person to have a girlfriend, and still lusting after someone else here. This is unreasonable.

"I'm done washing."

Zhang Yiwen came out with a body full of heat and the aroma of the shower gel, wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair there.

If this scene had been played a minute ago, Yao Liang would have blushed with embarrassment, but now that he is watching Zhang Yiwen, he no longer has any evil thoughts.

Yao Liang said hello and went into the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, Yao Liang remembered that the frosted glass could see people clearly. He turned around and looked at the glass. It turned out that the inside could not see the outside clearly, but the inside could be seen clearly from the outside.

Realizing that Zhang Yiwen might be looking at him, it's a bit funny that he looks like he's facing an enemy now. Concerned about his own image, Yao Liang decided to pretend he didn't care.

Now it is impossible to rush out and make people close their eyes and not be allowed to look at it, and it is also impossible to let him go to bed smelling of hot pot and wine, so Yao Liang had no choice but to bite the bullet.

They are all men anyway, so what are you afraid of.

While Yao Liang was helping himself with mental health, he quickly took off his clothes and took a battle shower. The shower gel was rinsed off before it was evenly wiped off, and it came out within a few minutes.

The body on the side facing the glass seemed to be gently caressed by the big hot hand, which made people feel hot and numb. Obviously there was only his own reflection on the glass, but he just felt that Zhang Yiwen, who was separated from the window, His eyes were wandering back and forth on him.

As a result, Zhang Yiwen was already lying on the bed and fell asleep when he came out.

I was blinded for a while.

Yao Liang thought to himself, if he knew this, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to be reincarnated like a hungry ghost.

But he had to admit that he was relieved when he saw Zhang Yiwen lying on the bed and sleeping with his eyes closed.

Turning off the light, Yao Liang slowly fell asleep next to Zhang Yiwen about half his body.

"You cut your hair."

The sudden Zhang Yiwen's voice sounded from the side, almost scaring Yao Liang out of his wits.

Subconsciously looking aside, I saw Zhang Yiwen staring at him, his eyes were as bright as ever. In a trance, Yao Liang seemed to have gone through more than 400 days of day and night, and returned to the thunderstorm night. One night at his house.

"Ah."

Only after he settled down did Yao Liang pretend to calmly answer him.

"It's very energetic, and it's changed a lot compared to before."

Of course, he only cut it after hearing from Liu Ning that Zhang Yiwen said that his hair would look good if he cut it short.

"You've changed a lot, too."

"How to say?"

"It's a little more gentle than before."

"I was rude before?"

"A bit."

The two chatted aimlessly as if they were outside just now.

"When did you get your girlfriend?"

"I'm just curious."

Yao Liang added another sentence, thinking that this would make it appear that he didn't want to inquire about Zhang Yiwen's girlfriend.

Zhang Yiwen didn't talk, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, which could burn people. Yao Liang looked directly at him and waited quietly for him to answer.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Can' help falling in love with you, here's the lyrics for the next line."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Yao Liang felt that his heart was beating faster than the drums, and more urgent than the hot summer wind. In the middle of the night when everything was sounding, he could feel that the people in front of him were as anxious as him.

Like that year's thunderstorm night, the person in front of him was still the boy he liked.

When the person you like is goodbye, how can you stay calm? When the person buried half of his face in the scarf, when the person slowly said the lyrics, as early as the first year of high school, the person was wearing a white shirt. , when his blonde hair blows in the wind, he falls in love with it.

How can we meet again once we meet again.

"I know."

Knowing that the person in front of me still likes me, knowing how far the distance of more than 2000 kilometers is, and knowing how many three autumns have passed in more than 300 days.

If his heart had grown legs, he would have arrived in Beijing, 2120 kilometers away, before Zhang Yiwen.

Probably because the moonlight was too disturbing tonight, or because he didn't want to be that boy who only used dandelions as an excuse to escape, so Yao Liang said:

"I like you."