After the rain

To hug him, rubbing against his neck like a puppy, and biting his earlobe, "don't wait for me."

Shen Yan said, "I'll wait for you on the bed."

His tone was too indifferent, Song Qikun couldn't hear any charming meaning, and didn't think too much, "You need to dry your hair."

"Ah."

Song Qikun washed it casually, and it was done in less than 5 minutes.His hair was short and almost completely dried with one towel.

Shen Yan was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, and when he saw him coming in, he put it down, sat up, and pursed his lips unnaturally.

There was a black gift bag on the bedside table. Song Qikun didn't see it when he took the pajamas just now, so he couldn't help but wonder, "What is this?"

"A gift for you." Shen Yan said.

"Why?" Song Qikun laughed, and took out a square box from the gift bag, "What is it—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Under his shocked gaze, Shen Yan stretched out his left hand, with the palm facing up, the slender five fingers curved naturally, the nails were clean and tidy, with a healthy pink color, as beautiful as a work of art.

What's more terrible is that there is a bow tied with red silk rope on his wrist.

"And this." Shen Yan said.

The cold white and vermilion complement each other, Song Qikun's eyes straightened, and he swallowed unconsciously.

He moved like a marionette, raised his hand to grab the end of the dangling rope, and pulled it lightly.

The red rope is scattered, and the bondage is lifted.

Song Qikun grasped Shen Yan's wrist tightly, knelt on the bed with one knee, put the other hand on his waist, and leaned forward to kiss him.

At the same time, Shen Yan also raised his face.

The tips of their noses touch, their lips are separated by an inch, and the heavy breathing blends together first.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Song Qikun leaned slightly and kissed.

Shen Yan closed his eyes, completely relaxed his limbs, and lay down following his strength.

Song Qikun began to enjoy this unique birthday gift.

Shen Yan was immersed in his enthusiasm, responded to his request, and regained his sanity due to the pain, soberly surrendered to him.

Song Qikun pressed his lower back, and his eyes fell on the white back with jade luster.

Well-proportioned texture, tight arched curves, flapping shoulder blades, and further up, wet hair tails sticking to the back of the neck.

The air was sultry and humid, and as time went by, the flexible waist suddenly collapsed, and the sheets were pulled into more messy folds.

"Well!"

Song Qikun paused, then tapped lightly, "Here?"

Shen Yan's hands trembled and grabbed back, pinching the palm of the hip bone, with the force of rejection, "Don't..."

How could Song Qikun listen to him.

56. Fanwai. Letter

One week before the final exam, Song Qikun spent most of his time in the study.

One morning, when he was taking textbooks from the bookcase, a white envelope slipped out from the gap between the books and fell to the ground with a soft sound.

Song Qikun bent down to pick it up, stared at the white cloud sticker on the seal for a while, and went to the bedroom to find Shen Yan with the envelope in his hands.

Shen Yan was already awake, but didn't want to get up.

"What is this?" His throat was hoarse, and his speech was weak.

"Someone asked me to send you a letter." Song Qikun reached into the quilt and rubbed his waist.

"Who?"

"look by youself."

"A little bit to the right." Shen Yan turned over, facing him with the back of his head, and unhurriedly opened the envelope.

Song Qikun simply sat on the edge of the bed, moved his palm to the right, "Is it here?"

"Ah."

The length of the letter is not long, and the person who wrote the letter has revealed his identity from the very beginning.

[Hi Shen Yan, I'm Xia Tong. ]

At first sight of this name, Shen Yan felt that it was very strange, but it did exist in his memory, and he already had the appearance of the corresponding character in his mind.

The hazy drowsiness dissipated completely, he turned his head and asked Song Qikun: "Where did this letter... come from?"

Song Qikun glanced at him and explained: "You have her picture in your album. I went to Wenyue last winter vacation and met her. I chatted with her for a while, and she asked me to give you this letter. "

"What did you go to Wenyue for?"

"Want to go."

Shen Yan turned back again, "What did you talk about?"

Song Qikun touched his abdomen, stared at the scar on his forehead, and asked, "What else can we talk about except you?"

"specific."

"It's just... some of someone's past, such as getting angry at the crown and becoming a beauty."

"..."

Shen Yan's mouth and nose were smoked by the smell of vinegar, and he was speechless for a moment.

After thinking about it wildly, he was the one who felt uncomfortable in the end, Song Qikun lowered his eyes and stared at him: "Have you ever liked her?"

"No." Shen Yan answered without hesitation, with a sincere and candid tone, "It's just a friend."

Friends limited to that period of time.

Song Qikun looked away and pursed his lips tightly trying to hide his emotions, but the corners of his mouth still curled up uncontrollably.

Shen Yan asked knowingly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Read your letter."

"I want to drink water."

"Wait, I'll pour it for you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

57. Extra Story

On a rare rest day, Shen Xin slept until the afternoon, got up and fed milk tea first, then sat on the sofa with his messy hair and ordered takeaway.

There were only a few takeaways nearby. He was tired of eating, and he couldn't decide what to eat after looking at it for a long time. He was too tired from sitting, so he simply lay down and chose slowly.

After lying down for a few minutes, the door suddenly opened.

Shen Xin sat up in a jerk, looked towards the door in amazement, and when he saw the person coming, his eyes quickly filled with joy, "Xiaobao, you're back!"

Shen Yan looked at his appearance, and slightly closed the door, "You just got up?"

"correct."

"What I told you yesterday, do you still remember?" Shen Yan lowered his eyes to look at the milk tea that was in front of him, and took half a step back with his left foot to make way for a passage.

"Meow~" The milk tea whimpered and rubbed against his calf, before being scooped up by a pair of hands.

"Ah?" Shen Xin's expression was a bit dazed, coupled with his disheveled hair, it seemed that his IQ was not enough.

"I brought someone back." Shen Yan was helpless, and kindly reminded him to pay attention to his image, "Do you want to tidy up?"

"Oh! You said you want to bring your boyfriend back!" Shen Xin suddenly realized.

It's really not polite to meet a guest like this, he took out the shoes that had been kicked under the coffee table, put them on, and hurried to the bathroom, "Wait a moment."

Walking halfway, he turned around again and said confidently, "I haven't eaten yet, so cook me a bowl of noodles."

Shen Yan: "...Okay."

Song Qikun behind him hugged the milk tea, touched, rubbed and kissed with radiant eyes, and said in disbelief, "You've lost so much weight? How many catties does it weigh now?"

Milk tea has a docile personality, and even if he no longer remembers him, she is still willing to get close to him.

"Before I left, I was twelve catties. If my brother took care of me, I might have gained weight again." Shen Yan led him in, let him sit on the sofa, and poured him a glass of water.

"Sit down for a while, I'll cook noodles for him."

"Okay." Most of Song Qikun's mind was captured by the milk tea, he was busy sucking cats, and even the tension of seeing his parents dissipated a lot.

Shen Xin changed his clothes after washing up, and returned to the living room with a human appearance.

He greeted Song Qikun with a pleasant smile and an approachable attitude: "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Song Qikun couldn't help sitting upright.

Milk tea took the opportunity to leave his embrace and went to the kitchen to find Shen Yan.

"Have you two eaten yet?" Shen Xin asked.

"Eat." Song Qikun replied.

Shen Xin took some snacks and drinks and put them on the tea table, "Your family is welcome."

Song Qikun blinked, "Thank you brother."

This well-behaved and comfortable "Brother" was also very long-lost, Shen Xin raised his eyebrows happily, "Are you... a sophomore this year?"

Song Qikun nodded: "Well, after a while, I will be a junior when school starts."

"What major are you studying?"

"finance."

"Finance is good. I also suggested Xiaobao to learn this, but he didn't want to."

"The computer is also very good."

"Brother." Shen Yan finished cooking the noodles, brought them to the dining table, and asked Shen Xin to eat.

When Shen Xin was alone at home, the kitchen would hardly be used, and the refrigerator was full of wine.

After eating noodles with the still single middle-aged man, Shen Yan took Song Qikun upstairs to rest.

The main purpose of coming back this time is to receive milk tea, so they don't plan to stay for a long time, and they are ready to leave after the documents required for consignment are completed.

I will not go to Wenheng either, although it is very close.

"Where are your plush toys?" Song Qikun looked at the furnishings in Shen Yan's room, which were not much different from what he remembered.

"It's in the storage room." Shen Yan said.

Over the years, everything related to Song Qikun has become what he desires even more but is full of regrets, and those plush toys are no longer his comfort and protection.

He didn't like it either.

Song Qikun asked again: "Where's the wool felt, how many are there now?"

"153."

"I want to see."

Shen Yan took him to see it.

The storage room is the largest room in the whole villa. It is located on the first floor. The corridor outside the door is decorated to look like a window. On the left side are the wool felt dolls made by Shen Yan. For the trophies of the event, the combination of the two looks a bit nondescript.

"So many trophies." Song Qikun had already forgotten the original intention of coming here, and only focused on looking at the trophies.

Except for last year's competition trophy, the rest are the bricks and tiles that made up that painful time. Shen Yan would rather keep it dusty and never think about it again.

But Shen Xin felt that this was an honor and worth cherishing. Not only did he personally design the background wall and location planning, but he would take it out and wipe it carefully every once in a while.

"Baby, you are amazing." Song Qikun's eyes sparkled, almost overflowing with admiration and admiration.

He gave Shen Yan a firm shoulder hug, swayed from side to side like a tumbler, and said some unrealistic but sincere words.

"I must have saved the world in my previous life.