see you tomorrow

Summer is about to enter, and the temperature fluctuates from time to time. If you don't pay attention, you will catch a cold.The sun was shining brightly yesterday, but today it has been pouring rain, and the temperature has dropped suddenly. Wearing short sleeves will freeze your arms.

The sound of the rain in the yard was dripping, mixed with the blue-gray sky, and the house was surprisingly quiet.

Song Yirong was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with his back against the sofa leg, watching a new art movie, and it was raining on the TV. The gray sky was exactly the same as Banqiao Town today.

The protagonist's voice became the background sound of the rain, and Song Yirong hugged the cat, looking drowsy.

When I woke up, the rain had stopped.

Song Yirong opened his eyes and was stunned, his eyes were still a little dazed, the cat in his arms slipped away at some point, and his hands were empty.

After waking up, the sofa was extraordinarily warm and comfortable. Song Yirong's reaction was half a beat slow before he looked up and met Zhou Lang's eyes.

"When did you come?" He asked, his voice was hoarse, and there was an indescribable laziness.

Zhou Lang couldn't answer immediately, his body reacted one step earlier than him, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Lips were soft, like honey, Song Yirong didn't hide, and obediently raised his neck to respond to him.

They share a long kiss.

Song Yirong touched Zhou Lang's waist up, and finally grabbed the clothes behind him. The short cotton sleeves were smooth and soft. There is a little red tide coming.

Zhou Lang touched his lips, restrained himself and backed away a little, and said, "Your hands are so cold."

Song Yirong's lips were wet, he smiled, and said, "Maybe it's because I've been sitting on the floor for a long time."

At the end of the movie, the list of actors scrolled up row by row on a black background. Zhou Lang glanced at it and asked, "Did you just watch a movie?"

"Well," Song Yirong said, "It's so boring to be alone."

"I'll watch it again with you." Zhou Lang touched his face with his fingers, and after speaking, he called his name again. Song Yirong raised his eyelids, looked at him, and slowly said, "Okay."

Song Yirong picked up the remote control and turned the progress bar back to the beginning. The opening music sounded, and he sat on the sofa, leaning against Zhou Lang.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and as soon as it got dark, the room also went dark, only the TV light flickered on and off at night, a very shallow light illuminated Song Yirong's face extremely white.

Zhou Lang didn't watch the movie much, only glanced at it occasionally, and the rest of his eyes fell on Song Yirong's face.

Song Yirong suddenly turned his head, stared at him, and said, "You have been looking at me for a long time."

Zhou Lang cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Oh."

Song Yirong smiled, grabbed the corner of Zhou Lang's clothes, and kissed him on the face.

The cat slid over along the armrest of the sofa, made a circle, and nestled down beside Song Yirong's hand. Its chubby face was resting on the corner of Song Yirong's clothes, and its tail was wagging slightly, looking very comfortable.

When the movie ended, the room was dark for a moment, and after a while, the light was slowly turned on, and the other party's face could be seen clearly.

The mobile phone in the trouser pocket rang suddenly, it was the phone's own ringtone, it was Zhou Lang's.He took out his phone, paused for a moment on the interface displayed on the screen, and then slowly swiped his finger to connect.

"Hi," Zhou Lang said, "Mom."

"Are you coming back soon?" Through the phone, Fang Wenxiu's voice was a bit old, and she didn't get a reply immediately, so she asked slowly, "Is Xiao Song beside you?"

"Well," Zhou Lang said, "I'll be back."

Fang Wenxiu said in a soft voice: "I'm not urging you, if you have something to talk about, talk slowly, Mom will keep the door open for you..."

Song Yirong put his hand on the cat and rubbed it lightly, his eyes were out of focus, and he looked a little empty.

Zhou Lang said: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yirong smiled at Zhou Lang, "What's the matter, Auntie is looking for you?"

Zhou Lang pursed his lips slightly and said, "It's nothing, just ask me."

Song Yirong said clearly: "Oh so, then you should go back early."

Zhou Lang looked at him, hesitated to speak, Song Yirong got off the sofa with bare feet, stepped on the cold floor and walked to the window, opened the window and looked, and said to Zhou Lang: "It's still raining, Do you have an umbrella?"

Zhou Lang's throat was a little hoarse, and he said, "Bring it, and put it at the door."

Song Yirong still smiled, and said softly: "That's good, it's getting dark, watch the road carefully."

Zhou Lang looked at him, remained silent for a while, and said hoarsely, "See you tomorrow."

Song Yirong smiled softly, with a soft light in his eyes, and said, "See you tomorrow."

The author says:

I'm going to join v on Wednesday, and small red envelopes will randomly drop in the comment area——

Thank you for your company along the way.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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