Seduce a shy loyal dog

Your Adam's apple looks really good

The network is smooth, and within a few seconds, the other party's name has appeared in the address book, and the note on the WeChat chat box is called "Zhou Lang".

Song Yirong weighed his phone, looked at the man, suddenly showed his face, and called out: "Zhou Lang."

Zhou Lang was looking at Song Yirong's head portrait, a large piece of white with a small piece of fuzzy gray mixed into it, the scenery like a stream of consciousness was unpredictable, and when he heard Song Yirong's name popping out of his mouth, Zhou Lang almost didn't respond come over.

The brown eyeballs obviously paused.

Song Yirong's voice was actually very clear, with the breath of a young man, but it was always mixed with a sticky tone, but if you don't listen carefully, it's hard to feel the ambiguous meaning in these words.

"Huh?" He slowed down, clearing away those inappropriate thoughts, "What's wrong."

Song Yirong lifted his backpack, raised his eyebrows, and just said, "Good name."

Zhou Lang's face turned to the other side with a slight arc. The sky outside was overcast, but it wasn't raining anymore, so the color change of his ears looked very obvious.

"The rain has stopped," Song Yirong looked outside the house, "Please give me a walk."

"Well, put on the helmet first." Zhou Lang handed over the white helmet as usual. He stretched his long legs and easily supported the motorcycle. His fingers were very long, and there were a few bulging veins on the back of the hand holding the handlebar. have strength.

Song Yirong's head was stuffed in the helmet, and he looked casually.

Looks okay.

It's just too boring.

He evaluates in his mind.

I didn't feel it before getting on the car, but when I got on his motorcycle, Song Yirong realized how close they were.

The muscles on the man's back were so tense that he almost thought he was attached to a hard steel plate.

"If you feel shaking, you can grab my clothes," Zhou Lang's muffled voice came from the front while he was thinking.

"Okay."

The spring wind is blowing, the clothes are full, and the unbuttoned coat is blowing up and down in the wind.

Not far away are yellow flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, Song Yirong thought for a while and said, "The flowers on your side are blooming beautifully."

"Well, it looks good." When Zhou Lang spoke, his back vibrated, and Song Yirong felt a numbness as he pressed against his shoulder.

After saying this, the two of them had no other communication.

Song Yirong grabbed the corner of Zhou Lang's clothes earnestly at first, but before walking halfway, his fingers involuntarily let go.

He subconsciously opened his hands, closed his eyes, and let the wind run through his fingers.

The time spent thinking about nothing goes by so quickly.

It seems that the past can be taken away by the wind, and bad memories can also disappear.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Lang suddenly said, "The mall is coming."

The motorcycle turned off for a moment and stopped on the spot. Song Yirong felt his heart constrict suddenly following the stop, and his breathing stopped.

Suddenly, I felt a slight pain.

Sure enough, people will let themselves go briefly only when they are in the wind.

He opened his eyes, some wet eyelashes trembled, and his voice was dry for a while: "Okay."

After getting out of the car, Song Yirong rubbed his hair that was messed up by the helmet, cleared his throat, and asked, "Is there any hardware store near here?"

"Yes, what do you want to buy?"

Song Yirong finally stroked the hair on the side of the ear, and said anxiously: "The light bulb in the living room is burnt out."

"Well, I'll take you there."

After entering the store, Song Yirong asked, "Boss, what kind of light bulb should I buy for the living room?"

The boss glanced at him and said, "There are many styles, which one do you prefer, and what wattage do you want?"

Song Yirong leaned his elbows on the counter and knocked his chin up. After about half a minute, he seemed distressed, and slowly uttered five words: "I don't know either."

The man standing behind him suddenly asked him, "It's the same as last time, okay?"

"The last one... okay," Song Yirong finally realized, and turned to look at him, "You know?"

"I helped change the lamp earlier," Zhou Lang said succinctly.

After buying the light bulb and walking out of the hardware store, Song Yirong held back for a while, raised his eyelids and stared at him, "That...it's convenient for you..."

A rare twist.

Song Yirong is still not used to bothering others.

"It's convenient." Zhou Lang looked at him and said directly, his eyes were serious.

"Oh," Song Yirong pursed her lower lip, "Thank you."

Song Yirong also planned to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, thought for a while and said, "By the way, if you have other things to do, go back first, I'll just take a taxi by myself later, I will trouble you today."

He spoke politely, and the distance was far and near, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Lang stared at him, maybe it wasn't staring at him, he just glanced at him in an ordinary way, and then said, "It's okay."

"Brother Yuan asked me to take good care of his tenant." Zhou Lang gave a seemingly reasonable reason.

Brother Yuan?Song Yirong remembered that his landlord's name was Wang Zhiyuan.

The shelves in the supermarket are full of beautiful things. Song Yirong said he was buying daily necessities, but he honestly took a lot of potato chips and snacks.

Seeing that more than half of the cart was about to be occupied, Zhou Lang stopped talking a few times, and finally couldn't help but say: "The daily necessities area is going this way."

He pointed.

Song Yirong nodded and said "I know", unwillingly took a few more cans of orange slices, and said, "It's hard to buy when I go back."

Zhou Lang was silent for a few seconds: "I can help you."

Coming out of the supermarket, the sky was already dark, and Nanfeng only had a little bit of sunset hanging at the end of the avenue. Song Yirong picked up his phone to check the time.

17:31;

"Are you hungry?" Song Yirong looked up at Zhou Lang with great difficulty, carrying two big bags.

Zhou Lang: "Not hungry."

Song Yirong: "Let me treat you to dinner."

A little helplessness welled up in Zhou Lang's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "No need."

"You helped me so much," Song Yirong insisted, "thank you very much."

"It's too expensive to eat in the store," Zhou Lang took a few steps forward, "Or, you eat, and I'll wait for you outside."

Stubborn men are annoying to a certain extent, but Song Yirong has no choice but to say, "Okay, when you have time, come to my house and I'll cook for you."

Zhou Lang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

The motorcycle's carrying function was a bit lacking, and when Zhou Langteng started to ride the bike, the two heavier bags he was carrying were in Song Yirong's arms.

Song Yirong was holding four big bags, and it became difficult to even sit still. Zhou Lang didn't rush to start the car, turned his head, and said to Song Yirong in the back seat, "There is still one bag in front."

Song Yirong: "It's okay, I can hug you."

Zhou Lang didn't say anything, just said: "I will ride slower."

Finally at home, Song Yirong changed into slippers at the entrance, seeing Zhou Lang still standing outside the door, so he said, "Come in."

Zhou Lang looked down, hesitated, "The soles of the shoes are dirty."

"It's okay." Song Yirong said indifferently, "I mop the floor quite frequently, you can step on it casually, and if it gets dirty, I'll be the one to blame."

He finished speaking jokingly, but saw Zhou Lang bent over and took off his shoes, placed them neatly at the door, and then came in wearing socks.

Song Yirong was a little surprised, and said: "The floor is very cold, it's not good for your feet to be cold, it doesn't matter if you walk in with your shoes on."

Zhou Lang stood still, "I'm very angry, don't be afraid."

Song Yirong glanced at him, and suddenly stood there and laughed.

really interesting.

When Zhou Lang was stepping on the ladder to change the light bulb, Song Yirong stayed below, helping out by the way.

"Screwdriver." Zhou Lang said while supporting the light tube.

Song Yirong looked down from the toolbox and handed it to him, "It must be this."

"En." Zhou Lang reached out and took it.

From this angle, the curvature of the man's neck can be seen very clearly, the Adam's apple is high, the lines are cold and firm, and the dim light is coated with a faint golden edge.

Song Yirong folded his arms, and suddenly commented: "Your Adam's apple is really good."

If he hadn't said it, Zhou Lang wouldn't have noticed, but now Song Yirong was looking at him right now, making him want to swallow.

"Can you give me a glass of water?" Zhou Lang said quietly, shaking the hand holding the tools, "I'm a little thirsty."

Song Yirong stared at his ear and smiled, then turned and walked to the kitchen, "Of course."

The living room was equipped with lights, and it was indeed much brighter. At night, after Song Yirong took a shower and finished writing the updated chapter of the work, he opened WeChat and clicked on the chat box with Zhou Lang.

The article to be written is not difficult, the main thing is to write about the scenery of Banqiao Town, and a few suggestions at the end.

Song Yirong looked at the request intently.

-Handwritten on A4 white paper.

All right, help people to the end.

-

The weather is still cold, so it's just right to wear a long-sleeved shirt so you don't feel too hot.

Putting the clothes changed during the day into the washing machine, Zhou Lang finally sat down at the table, almost awkwardly, following the audio on the phone, memorizing those words over and over again.

In the year of graduating from high school, my father had an accident on the construction site, and his right hand was disabled.

The economic pillar of the family fell down overnight, but Zhou Lang, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, supported the family with his own shoulders.

At that time, he was admitted to a university, but he might not be able to pass it. First, the family did not have enough savings; second, he could not leave his parents at home without anyone to take care of them.

My mother is a traditional rural woman who is illiterate and has suffered for most of her life.

Did Wang Zhiyuan regret it after asking him?

Zhou Lang bit the cigarette in his mouth and remained silent for a while, shook his head, and said, "I won't regret it later."

After memorizing the last word, the battery of the phone ran out, and the display on the upper right corner turned red. He just found the charger and plugged it in, and the phone buzzed.

The white and gray head jumped to the top, and a red number 1 popped out.

Song Yirong: It’s finished, please read it.

Song Yirong: [picture];

Zhou Lang moved a chair, sat next to the charging port, and clicked on the picture.

The shadow of a finger is reflected on the paper, thin and thin, and beside the paper is the gray glass table top in the living room.

Song Yirong wrote beautiful characters.

It may also be because the strokes are too thin, Zhou Lang always feels that there is an unspeakable elegance in the words, like bamboo leaves in spring, like the wind blowing on the face.

Song Yirong: Is there anything to be changed?

Zhou Lang was startled when the next message popped up, and quickly read what he wrote.

Neat words, smooth sentences.

Zhou Lang could easily see that Song Yirong was not ordinary.

Tapping on the keyboard, it took a few minutes to send out two words.

Zhou Lang: No.

Song Yirong: Seeing your typing for a long time, I thought there was some long talk. If there is no problem, you can come to me tomorrow to get it.

Zhou Lang: Thank you.

Zhou Lang: Thank you for your hard work.

The tone of the reply was also like a rock.

Song Yirong became interested, and pulled out a set of emoji packs from the old class chat group.

Copy and paste, and send it in one go.

Song Yirong: It’s okay, see you tomorrow °u°

Zhou Lang: Yes.