XNUM X night

Your hands are dirty, I'll take you to wash them.

"You're right, the seeds will germinate and bloom...Xiao Ran will definitely pursue his dream." For so many years, the dead knot in Ye Wanlu's heart seemed to be finally untied.His expression looked very relaxed, and the eyes that looked at Sang Yintian were much gentler.Even so, the stomach cramps caused by the alcohol made him subconsciously bend over and lean back on the sofa, looking extremely weak.

Sang Yintian saw that Ye Wanlu's eyes were red.

"Boss Ye, I've prepared the porridge for you." A girl named Xiaoxiao slowly walked over from the kitchen with a dark plate, and finally put two servings of cooked porridge on the table.On the far right of the dinner plate is a smaller porcelain bowl with a retro pattern.If it wasn't for the bright color, Sang Yintian almost thought it was an antique preserved by another dynasty.

However, "Old Antique" contains loose white sugar and a small silver spoon inside.

Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at Ye Wanlu who was slumped on the sofa, and put two spoonfuls of sugar into the porridge.Then he looked back at Sang Yintian, "Mr. Sang, do you add sugar to your white porridge?"

As expected of the young master of a rich family, a bowl of plain porridge can be drunk.Sang Yintian frowned slightly, and glanced at the porridge pushed in front of him. "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He casually took the silver spoon in Xiaoxiao's hand, and poured two full spoons into his own bowl.

"You, you like sweet food very much?" Ye Wanli put a mouthful of white porridge into his mouth while holding his arm, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the undissolved white sugar in Sang Yintian's bowl, "I remember When Xiaoran was in elementary school, he also liked to eat sweet things. I was afraid of his tooth decay, so I always liked to joke with him. I told him that if you eat too much sugar, you will become stupid. If you are too stupid, you will not be able to remember the staff Those beautiful notes in it."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian picked up the spoon and gently closed his eyes.

"Guess what happened?" Ye Wanlu raised the corner of his mouth, "Since then, he really stopped eating candy."

When he said this, Ye Wanlu's eyes darkened a bit.Then quickly adjusted back. "Of course, I never touched those notes again."

The door of the villa was suddenly pulled open, Ye Sizan's coat was a little loose, and he was holding a transparent plastic bag in his right hand.Sang Yintian raised his head and saw several boxes of medicine inside.

"I'm back..." Ye Wanlu suddenly stood up, feeling a little at a loss for what to do with the hand holding the spoon.He pursed his lips and laughed dryly again, "Why have you been here for so long? Half an hour has passed...Is it cold outside?"

Didn't he just take a bite of Xiaoran Xiaoran just now? Why can't I even call him a title when I see him now.

"Hmm..." The person at the door responded softly, not knowing what he was answering.

However, the expression on Ye Wanlu's face didn't change much, as if she had already gotten used to the way the two of them got along.

Ye Siran lowered her head and changed her shoes, then threw the bag in Xiaoxiao's arms. "The white capsule inside is anti-inflammatory. For adults, take two capsules at a time. The one in the blue box is stomach nourishing granules. Take it with warm water, one packet at a time, and eat after meals."

Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the plastic bag in her arms.

These words were clearly telling Ye Wanlu, but this kid didn't even look at him at all.Ye Wanhui was stunned for a moment, and stood on the carpet with bare feet, staring straight at Ye Siran's side face.

"Also, please help me tell your boss, don't drink if you can't drink alcohol." Ye Siran restrained her urge to turn her head. After saying this, she turned around and took Sang Yintian's hand and went straight upstairs .

Leaving Ye Wanlu staring at the messy medicine in a daze.

Ye Siran took Sang Yintian back to her bedroom, locked the door behind her, and pressed her back against the wall next to the closet.The window was open, and the gust of wind blew away Sang Yintian's hair, and a few strands slipped out of the black leather ring and gently stuck to his temples.

Sang Yintian slowly closed his eyes, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief. "sorry."

"Excuse me?" Ye Siran reached out and brought Sang Yintian into her arms, bent down, and rested her chin on his shoulder. "You mean about the reception?"

Ye Siran knew why Sang Yintian apologized to him, and that familiar face automatically appeared in his mind.

"Well, I shouldn't have left you alone." Sang Yintian blamed himself, and kissed Ye Siran's hair sideways, "I promise, this is the first and last time."

"Really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

"A lot of times, especially when you push me away on purpose."

What he almost forgot, Ye Siran still remembered.Sang Yintian blinked lightly, thinking, this kid must be a Scorpio.

vengeance.

Ye Siran's voice was muffled by Sang Yintian's neckline, and he seemed a little tired, half-closed his eyes and leaned lazily on Sang Yintian's body. "By the way, when we first met, the reason why you were willing to paint me...was just because I looked better than others? That's... nothing else..."

Wait, what was he expecting.

Ye Siran's voice gradually sank, as if he knew the answer well.But he just didn't give up, and couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions.He asked what was the relationship between them now, but he was afraid that Sang Yin would bother him, so he kept his mouth shut.

Sang Yintian felt that it was a good thing that this kind of question came out of Ye Siran's mouth.If it was another stranger, he would probably roll his eyes and walk away.But after thinking about it, Ye Siran guessed right. The original painting was indeed because he was good-looking.It's good to see that it has become the most perfect work of art in Sang Yintian's heart.

But now it's different.

Apart from that face and perfect body line, Sang Yintian also likes other things.For example, the temperature from the tip of the index finger of this 19-year-old boy, and the carefulness in every kiss, even extended to everything about him.

He really likes this person so much, he likes it to death.

"Of course not, am I such a frivolous person?"

"Uh..." Don't you?Ye Siran complained softly in her heart.

Sang Yintian seemed to have seen through his little thoughts, and shrugged his shoulders twice, prompting Ye Siran to raise his head and stand up again.He raised his head slightly, reached out and pinched Ye Siran's ears, "Actually, the reason I drew for you at that time was because..." He opened his mouth, but refused to continue.

Ye Sizan looked nervous and swallowed a few times. "Why..."

"Conspiring against you."

It is the love story that others dream of.

Sang Yintian turned his face sideways and couldn't help smiling.Putting the back of his hand outward, he felt the warmth of Ye Siran's palm.I didn't expect that one day, I would really fall into this kid's hands, and I was willing to hold myself in my hand and stuff it directly into Ye Siran's pocket, the kind that I can't lose wherever I go.

As for this liking... when did it start, Sang Yintian may not even remember clearly.But he knew that that private love had long been mixed into the various flirtations with Ye Siran before.It's not that he turned his head and retreated after playing enough, but wanted to walk with him all the time.

Ye Siran is none other than a star that Sang Yintian plucked from the universe with great difficulty.Too precious, always want to hide him.

"Really?" Ye Siran sniffed again, her tone was exactly the same as before.

"I said handsome young man Ye, you are a male college student after all, and you can't say anything else besides these two words?" Sang Yintian pretended to be disappointed, with the back of his hand on his forehead, "I just said one sentence A love story that no one else can ask for..."

After finishing speaking, Sang Yintian deliberately showed an unhappy expression, and withdrew his hand.

"I, I'm not very good at it...can you, can you teach me..." Ye Siran's face flushed suddenly, his right hand suddenly grabbed Sang Yintian's arm, and then pressed it directly against the wall .

The distance between them became closer, and even their breathing became short of breath.

Sure enough, he learned without a teacher, and Sang Yintian couldn't help laughing with the corners of his mouth pulled.Because both hands were pressed against the wall and could not move, I had to tilt my head. "Ye Siran, do you know what we are now... called?"

"Bi Dong?" Although he has never been in a relationship with anyone, he still has these basic common sense about love.For example, he and Sang Yintian's posture at this moment is learned from those boring love movies.

"Wrong." Sang Yintian probed his head, his lips were close to Ye Siran's mandible, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked it lightly.

Ye Siran felt a fire ignited in his body instantly, and it burned from his feet to his neck in just a few minutes.Reason was suppressed by the flames, and Ye Siran's voice became much hoarse, "It's not Bidong... what is that?"

"Stealing." Sang Yintian finally closed his eyes and kissed her, the tip of his tongue nimbly moving between Ye Siran's lips.Slipped in while he wasn't looking, and occupied him like a sea snake.

Somewhat hypoxic, Ye Sizan subconsciously opened his mouth, trying to snatch the last oxygen from the person in front of him.He was sucking like crazy, and his right hand slipped in from Sang Yintian's clothes.

His palm was warm, burning Sang Yintian's chest red.

"Sang..." In this atmosphere, Ye Siran suddenly didn't want to call his full name anymore, which would make him feel a little unfamiliar.After thinking about it, I finally thought of the nickname given to Sang Yintian by the fans.Ye Siran narrowed his eyes, a little hesitant. "Sang... Sang Sang."

"Uh..." Sure enough, Sang Yintian suddenly opened his eyes, and his back stiffened.But soon, he tightened his arms again, and kissed Ye Siran seriously.

are you crazy?

Then just go crazy together, even if there is a bottomless trap ahead, I will jump.

The spare studio next to Ye Sizan's bedroom has been carefully arranged for so long, and it really looks a bit like Sang Yintian's studio.Sang Yintian, who was wild and warm just now, was not sober enough, so he could only open the door to the studio wearing Ye Siran's clothes casually.

Ye Siran followed behind him with her upper body, and finally stood at the door of the studio.He saw Sang Yintian stooped to pick up the black charcoal pencil from the box, so he naturally didn't want to disturb him too much.

"Suddenly want to draw?" Ye Siran's voice was very soft.

"Well, it was a little hot just now, so I couldn't sleep." Sang Yintian saw a painting coat on the shelf in the corner.The color is still his favorite gray series.He chuckled twice, adjusted the position of the drawing board, and put a piece of sketch paper on it. "Aren't you curious what I want to draw?"

Curious of course.Ye Siran wished that she could join Sang Yintian right now and watch him finish a whole painting.

"Then...you want to—"

"Of course it's you." Sang Yintian knew that Ye Siran would follow his lead to ask, but this time, before he finished asking, Sang Yintian responded directly.He was not a man, he turned his head and winked at Ye Siran, looked him up and down, "It would be great if I didn't wear anything underneath, this will be the most perfect painting in my life."

"Uh..." A gust of wind blew into the studio, Ye Siran felt a little cold.

After all, Sang Yintian was just joking. It wasn't until Ye Siran's outline gradually appeared on the sketch paper that Sang Yintian's expression became more serious.

This is the special treatment that only Ye Siran can get.

"You..." Ye Siran didn't dare to vent his breath, but he still couldn't help approaching.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Yintian finally raised his arm.

"Drawn." Sang Yintian held up the piece of paper on the drawing board. "Siran, look."

"Uh..." Ye Siran took the sketch paper in his hand, and stayed where she was.

In the painting, he is standing on a stage, holding a violin in his left hand.It seems that the performance has just been finished, and the right hand holding the bow has not had time to put it back.Even the beads of sweat on the tip of the nose were so real that they were about to fall off immediately.

Siran, let's pick up the violin again, shall we?

Sang Yintian has said this sentence countless times in his heart.It's just that I never had the chance to tell him personally.

But now, Sang Yintian suddenly didn't want to talk about it.He wanted to draw him because he knew that Ye Siran could understand his paintings.Sure enough, a few minutes later Ye Siran suddenly laughed.He put the sketch paper back on the drawing board and fixed it with clips.

Sang Yintian usually spends most of his time painting oil paintings, but this time without the contamination of paint, he is not used to it.Sang Yintian put down his pen, looked at his dirty hands with disgust, and frowned twice. "Tsk..."

Sure enough, he still prefers oil painting to this kind of character sketch.

No one wants to touch the hands of someone who has just painted because they will feel dirty.But Ye Siran took Sang Yintian's hand without hesitation, letting the black ink stains on his body.

"Your hands are dirty, I'll take you to wash them."