Seduce a shy loyal dog

puppy.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Qiu Min was awakened by the sound of turning over. He looked to the side with his eyes blindfolded. Wang Zhiyuan was sleeping with his back facing him, with his arms half propped up, as if he was covering his stomach.

Qiu Min stared at his back for a while, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Zhiyuan slowed down, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said under his throat, "It's nothing, you can go to sleep."

He also said it was fine, his voice was hoarse.

Qiu Min turned over, grabbed Wang Zhiyuan's shoulder, and said coldly, "Let me see."

Wang Zhiyuan rubbed his abdomen twice, and said, "It's really all right, can you, a psychiatrist, still see a doctor?"

Qiu Min grabbed his shoulder and remained silent.

Wang Zhiyuan said convincingly: "Stomach pain, old problem, you go to bed quickly, leave me alone, I have to get up tomorrow to watch the sunrise."

Qiu Min got up and put on his coat, trying to save face, he said forcefully: "Who cares about you."

He pulled up the tent and went out. Wang Zhiyuan called out, "What are you doing?"

Qiu Min used his own way to treat his own body, saying: "Don't worry about it."

There was another twitch in the stomach, probably because it was cold during the day, Wang Zhiyuan covered his stomach with a blanket, curled up, and planned to resist and fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Min came back again.

Half asleep and half awake, a plastic bottle filled with hot water was stuffed into Wang Zhiyuan's arms.

"It's hot, you can take a sip if you want to drink, and hold it if you don't want to drink."

In the quiet night, Qiu Min's words reached his ears clearly.

Wang Zhiyuan touched the warm water bottle in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The rustling sound in the tent died down, the moon was hanging high outside the tent, insects and birds were chirping.

It was slowly getting brighter.

Zhou Lang was the first to wake up, with Song Yirong's side face sleeping peacefully beside him, he glanced lightly, and quietly got out of the quilt.

Then I got up and went to the service station to buy a new pair of shorts. The store was out of stock, and there were no solid-colored shorts, only some leftover floral shorts.

Zhou Lang picked it up for a while with his ears red, and finally found a puppy pattern in the corner. It was childish and cute, but it was more pleasing to the eye than leopard prints and big red roses.

The sun was still behind the mountain, but there was a faint light coming from behind, and there was a layer of soft white mist floating in the mountain, which felt cool on the face.

Zhou Lang returned to the tent and changed the shorts that were accidentally soiled. As soon as he put on the new shorts, Song Yirong turned over and woke up, squinting his eyes and poking his thigh.

The voice was lingering and hoarse after waking up, "Why are you wearing a puppy."

The back of Zhou Lang's neck was blushing, and the pinnae of his ears were as red as the morning sun. He asked, "Woke up so early?"

"What did you do badly?" Song Yirong rubbed his eyes, looked at Zhou Lang on the pillow, and coaxed, "Tell me."

"Don't tell me." Zhou Lang refused bluntly, bent over and sat up Song Yirong in his arms, and rubbed the back of his head, "Get up and wash up, the sun is about to come out."

Song Yirong glanced out through the open seam of the tent, and said, "Okay."

Zhou Lang stood up and said, "I'll call them again."

Song Yirong nodded and agreed, "Well, you go."

Zhou Lang found the tent where Qiu Min and Wang Zhiyuan were, and was about to speak, when he saw the two of them lift the curtain and come out.

The coat Wang Zhiyuan was wearing was very familiar, as it was worn by Qiu Min yesterday.

Seeing that Zhou Lang's gaze paused, Qiu Min took the lead in explaining and cleared the relationship, "His coat is wet, so he borrowed mine."

Wang Zhiyuan seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday, and echoed, "I'll borrow his to wear it."

Zhou Lang "oh" for a moment, didn't pay much attention, and said, "I was planning to wake you up to watch the sunrise, but Song Yirong was still waiting for me. Since you are awake, I'll go back first."

Song Yirong dressed slowly, didn't sleep well, and was still a little dazed, "You're back?"

Zhou Lang explained: "They're already up, so hurry up."

After one night, the four of them sat together again, and the atmosphere seemed much more harmonious. Zhou Lang brought sandwiches and each of them shared a piece.

Wang Zhiyuan ate two mouthfuls, stuffed his mouth full, opened his mouth skillfully, and said, "It's my Auntie Xiu's handicraft, it's delicious."

Zhou Lang said: "Next time you come to my house, my mother will make it for you."

While speaking, half of the sun had already been exposed, and the soft orange sprinkled on the face, making the tiny fluff shine.

The sky and the earth seem to be the same color, the clouds are golden, and there is a sense of fuzziness at the beginning of the beginning of the world.

The book "Going to the Mountain" is about to come to an end. Song Yirong has never thought about how to write it so that the ending will not leave any regrets. Now after watching this sunrise, the feelings in his heart are surging.

He took out his phone, opened the memo, and recorded all his inspirations.

The fragrance of vegetation in the mountains wafts into the nostrils, and people sitting in it actually feel very peaceful.

He sighed in a low voice: "This time climbing is not wrong."

Zhou Lang touched Song Yirong's back and said, "Just be happy."

Qiu Min staggered the distance and leaned back a little, his eyes just fell on Song Yirong, but he saw Zhou Lang's hand on Song Yirong's back.

Song Yirong didn't dodge or dodge, and even leaned slightly, the two of them got very close without any shyness.

Qiu Min looked at it for two seconds, retracted his eyes in compromise, and looked up at the beautiful mountains and rivers in the distance. The leaves were rustling, and when he lowered his head, a withered yellow leaf fell on the back of his hand.

They were originally a relationship between a doctor and a patient. He tried to suppress his thoughts forcibly, but it still failed in the end.

Like this thing seems to be so sudden, caught him off guard.

But at the end of all his thoughts, he still just wanted to see Song Yirong get well.

Qiu Min stared blankly at the scorched leaf. Although it fell, it will usher in a new life in the coming year.

The same goes for people.

At this moment, those obsessive thoughts seem to be cleared away, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Others seem to be less important.

Finding an opportunity for Song Yirong to be alone, Qiu Min walked over, stood beside Song Yirong, and asked, "Have you felt better recently?"

Zhou Lang went to return the tent, and Wang Zhiyuan accompanied him, leaving Song Yirong and Qiu Min guarding the backpacks and belongings.

Song Yirong softened the thorns on his body, and said softly, "It's much better."

Qiu Min couldn't find a topic, so he fell silent again, and Song Yirong suddenly spoke again, calling him: "Doctor Qiu."

Qiu Min raised his head, his eyes lit up a little.

Song Yirong's eyebrows were light, but his expression was sincere. He looked at Qiu Min and said, "Thank you very much, I'm much better now."

"You're welcome..." Qiu Min's heart twitched, and the inexplicable sourness soaked into his heart, making his back numb, and the words kept on the tip of his tongue, and finally asked, "Do you like him?"

Song Yirong said frankly, "I like it."

Qiu Min thought for a while, but couldn't help reminding: "Song Yirong, be careful, some people may not be sincere."

"I can see clearly." Song Yirong listened, looked at him calmly, and said.

Qiu Min opened his mouth and said nothing.

On the way down the mountain, I went to the temple to buy a commemorative Buddha bead bracelet. Song Yirong put it on after buying it. Zhou Lang looked at it and put it on his wrist.

Qiu Min didn't plan to buy anything, so Wang Zhiyuan bought a pair of safety buckles himself, and gave Qiu Min one anyway.

Qiu Min refused to accept it, but finally put it in his pocket.

At the foot of the mountain, Qiu Min stopped walking with them and left alone.

Back home, Song Yirong took a shower and changed into clean clothes before leaning on the sofa with the computer in his arms and continuing to write the rest of the story.

The sunrise and sunset in the mountains continued as usual, but what Zhang Jianshan didn't notice was that the interval between day and night was getting shorter and shorter.

There are always lingering clouds and mists in the sky, and it rains all night long, and the whole mountain is lingering in the moist mist.

Liang Chunlai seemed to be sick, and he always leaned listlessly against the door frame, looking at the skylarks outside the mountain, looking at the lush green trees, but he didn't look at Zhang Jianshan.

Zhang Jianshan slowly hugged Liang Chunlai's back from behind, breathing lightly, as if afraid of scaring him away.

Liang Chunlai touched the back of his hand and said softly, "I will wake up from the dream soon."

Zhang Jianshan's eye sockets were sore, and he fixed his eyes on the sun, thinking that this would keep the daylight.

……

Just when the save button of the document was pressed, the phone vibrated and received a message.

Jian Ran: The publishing house said that it will be printed soon, and will send you a few sample books at that time.

Song Yirong: Good.

Xu felt that the words were difficult to type, so Jian Ran directly sent a voice message, "I'm going back to the city tomorrow, I bought the ticket too early, so I won't come to say goodbye to you, please help me say goodbye to Zhou Lang."

With a beep, the voice bar finished playing, and Song Yirong typed back: "Bon voyage."

He hadn't posted on Weibo for a long time, and when he did it again today, the news was already overwhelming, there were several posts of Jian Ran's editor number Aite his Weibo.

[Eat hot pot with Song Rongda. @松容]

Pictured: hot pot.

[Picked up the author's cute cat ^^@松容]

Pictured: A Lu licks his paws.

……

Jian Ran has a pure heart, and carefully writes down the details of life. Song Yirong reads them all the way, and gives her thumbs up for everything.

Life is too unpredictable. Relatives, friends, or lovers always have to face the moment of parting.

He made up beautiful dreams for Zhou Lang and indulged in them himself.

Because he had experienced the pain of breaking up with his family, he didn't want Zhou Lang to repeat his mistakes.

In another month, I will fall in love with Zhou Lang for another month.

Just don't renew the lease and leave here.

Take the pain away, and take the good memories with you.

Leave nothing behind.

Now, he just needs to make Zhou Lang happy.

Let them accumulate more happy things, and the days after separation will not be so difficult.

For the next few weeks, Song Yirong didn't go out much, so he met Zhou Lang a lot less. Zhou Lang's work improved a lot, so he became more and more busy, and even came back several times late at night.

It is not a suitable time to meet, and the urge to be intimate is also delayed.

Song Yirong was also busy, busy promoting the new book and giving "Going to the Mountain" an ending.

He hasn't seen the fat, silly cat until today when he walked around the house.

Turning his head, he happened to see a crack in the door being squeezed open.

The cat ran out?Without thinking about it, he put on his shoes and went out to look for it.

The noon sun was already very hot, and the scorching sun shone on the face, burning it for a while.

Song Yirong didn't even think about it, and followed the path to find Yi Nan`Feng, his face and ears were flushed red by the heat.

Usually Lulu is very obedient and rarely goes out, why did she disappear today?

When Song Yirong saw the pond and encountered a low-lying tunnel, he became more and more anxious, and many bad thoughts came to his mind.

In the village and town, the wild dogs are also wanton, Lulu eats so fat, what if they are bullied?

He shouted as he walked, "Lulu? Lulu?"

The trails in the countryside are narrow, Song Yirong only looked down to find the cat, but didn't notice Fang Wenxiu who came back from work in the field.

When he raised his head and found Fang Wenxiu, he subconsciously smiled and said hello: "Auntie..."

But Fang Wenxiu lowered her eyelids, didn't even look at him, she silently turned her side and passed him.

Song Yirong froze on the spot, but the sudden cold treatment made him unable to even react, so he could only withdraw the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffly.

Song Yirong pursed her lips, looked at Fang Wenxiu's back as she walked away slowly, calmed down for a while, and continued looking for the cat.

The cat was never found. He searched for it in the sun for almost two hours alone, but he didn't even see a cat hair.

Song Yirong returned home dejectedly, before he entered the door, he heard a long meow, he quickened his pace, even forgot to change his shoes, and went straight into the living room.

The meowing sound seemed to come from the bedroom, Song Yirong followed the source of the sound and looked in, maybe he heard footsteps, the cat patted the cabinet door.

Song Yirong opened the cabinet, met the cat's tear-filled round eyes, and his head exploded with a bang.

"Where did you go!" He sternly said, "Did I tell you not to run around! Stinky cat..." Song Yirong muttered the last two words, suppressing his grievance.

The cat huddled in the corner of the cabinet, its whiskers trembling slightly, as if it was a little scared.

It slowly lowered its head, bit a piece of clothing out of the cabinet, and whispered: "Meow..."

Song Yirong's eyes froze, his voice became hoarse, "How did you find it?"

He hid a short sleeve from Zhou Lang.

Secretly hugging and sleeping at night.

Maybe it will be used in the future.

The cat approached in a very human way, and lightly licked the back of Song Yirong's hand hanging by his side, comforting him like a human.