A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

After taking a shower, Song Zhiyu moved the electric fan to the head of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered, and dried his hair with the help of mechanical power.Toilet water was placed on the wooden cabinet, and he also poured some on himself. There are a lot of mosquitoes in summer, and the ones here are especially flexible, and they can't even be grasped. It may be that the living space is relatively large.

When Zhou Cheng came in, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "You smell so good."

Song Zhiyu subconsciously wanted to throw the toilet water in his hand towards Zhou Cheng, but luckily, before letting go, he remembered that the bottle was made of glass, which did not cause a tragedy in the world.

"Can't you smell the toilet water? Say one more word, believe it or not, I'll knock your head right away." Song Zhiyu threatened.He said that he turned the fan to the highest gear, thinking that the wind would be stronger, so that the burning sensation on his face would dissipate faster.

"I mean... toilet water is very fragrant. What brand?" Zhou Cheng instantly realized the ambiguity in his words, and quickly changed his words.

"My stuff, what brand do you care about? Smoke you to death."

……

"You can't directly blow the freshly washed hair in the cold wind, or you will have a headache the next day." Zhou Cheng walked to Song Zhiyu's side, turned down the knob of the electric fan, and by the way, "shaked his head" and waited until the fan turned slightly like another side, and then re-fixed.

Song Zhiyu glanced at Zhou Cheng next to him, and turned the head of the fan back to its original position without making a fuss, then turned it back to the maximum setting, and pushed the head closer provocatively.

"I feel hot."

"I felt it, it was obviously cold, and I said I was hot." Zhou Cheng touched the back of Song Zhiyu's neck with his hand.

Song Zhiyu, however, seemed to be taken aback, and his reaction was great, and he immediately shrunk his neck.He held back for a long time, wanting to say something to refute, and finally he only said: "I am willing, leave me alone."

He spoke to the high-speed rotating fan blades, and his voice was like the black hand behind the scenes whose voice had been processed in a criminal investigation drama.Song Zhiyu found it very interesting, lowered his voice and said to the fan: "I am a Transformer." It really has that kind of mechanical feeling.

Zhou Cheng hesitated for a moment, then came over and said, "I am Optimus Prime."

Song Zhiyu slowly turned his head, glanced at Zhou Cheng with caring eyes, and then sat silently on the other side.He was still muttering: "I want to stay away from this twenty-five."

"No... Didn't you say this first? I just said it to cooperate with you." Zhou Cheng was a little confused.

"God damn Optimus Prime..." Song Zhiyu muttered with a strange expression.

……

Grandma Song may have taken into account the deep love between the two brothers, and prepared a room with a double bed for Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu.There are no heavy facilities on the bed in summer. The bed is simply covered with a bamboo mat, with a blanket and two pillows on it, which is no different from a raised flat ground.Before going to bed, Zhou Cheng turned the wide-open windows into half-open one by one, and changed the whirring fan that seemed about to explode to a low gear.Song Zhiyu couldn't help but want to open his mouth to argue, but he couldn't find a suitable reason for a while.

When going to bed at night, Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng consciously slept in two directions.Zhou Cheng also seemed to have a ghost in his heart, and was far away from Song Zhiyu.

The two people are in opposite directions, sleeping on one side, each with their own thoughts.

The moon is very round tonight, the moonlight is bright and clear, and the moonlight shines on the faces of the two through the window.At this moment, Moonlight turned into a flashlight in the interrogation room, vowing to make the two people's secrets nowhere to hide.

Song Zhiyu raised his hand in front of him, he touched his forehead with the other hand, and then touched the back of his hand.

"The hardness and curvature of the back of the hand are closer to the forehead." Song Zhiyu estimated in his heart.

Next, he did something that surprised even himself: After repeatedly confirming that Zhou Cheng was not looking this way, he secretly kissed the back of his hand with his mouth.

"Tsk, it seems... there is no special feeling?"

So he surreptitiously tried again, this time for a little longer, and he even stuck out his tongue quietly.Then again, he put his hand in the air.

Except that the wind at night is a little cooler than during the day, there is still no other feeling.

"Maybe the chosen part is not right, maybe the arm is more like..."

"Think carefully about what it was like at that time."

Well, first there was a relatively soft touch, then I was silent for a moment, and finally my heart beat like a drum...

And forehead, bursts of numbness...

Song Zhiyu went through his clothes, touched his heart quietly from the inside, and asked it: "Is something wrong with you again? Or is this just a normal reaction?" Thinking of this, his mood was agitated, and his breathing became a little disordered unconsciously.

"What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?" Zhou Cheng heard the movement and crawled to Song Zhiyu's side.

"It's okay...it often happens at night, it will be fine after a while." Song Zhiyu said silently.

"Well, if you have anything to say, you must tell me." Zhou Cheng urged.

"Yeah. Go to sleep." Song Zhiyu said.

Zhou Cheng said worriedly: "Actually, I know that you seem to be very reluctant to talk about this with others, but I still hope that you can be more honest, at least to me... In fact, everyone can't live without the help of others. Like me, I usually rely on you to borrow me to copy my homework! So, I hope you can also rely on me more, maybe I am much more reliable than you think?" Song Zhiyu can imagine without looking, at this time Zhou Cheng must have shown his signature smile again.

Zhou Cheng is obviously not good at talking about chicken soup for the soul, a paragraph of words is intermittent, the preamble does not match the postscript, and there is no logic.

Song Zhiyu was silent for a long time, until the people next to him snored slightly.Zhou Cheng perfectly interpreted: people who are heartless and heartless have a high quality of sleep.

Song Zhiyu was angry for no reason, he wanted to ignore it and go to sleep directly, but after tossing and turning for a long time, he still didn't feel sleepy at all.But why the instigator of this incident can sleep soundly after explaining the truth with peace of mind, while he himself suffers from insomnia here?

So, he decided to abandon his wild thoughts, sat up directly, and climbed to the side where Zhou Cheng slept.

"Then I'll ask you a question, and you have to tell me frankly." Song Zhiyu said suddenly.

"Ah? Hmm... Hmm! Come on, what's the problem?" Zhou Cheng still showed a bright smile without the lights.

"Do you have something to hide from me?" Song Zhiyu asked.

The hidden meaning is: I usually make jokes and ridicule you, and always trouble you with illness, why are you still not tired of me?Why are you still treating me...so nice?

This time it was finally Zhou Cheng who panicked.Zhou Cheng, who was lying sideways and drowsy, lost all sleepiness when he heard this sentence, and immediately sat up, still sitting face to face with Song Zhiyu, but Zhou Cheng's operation next was a bit strange.

The moonlight shone on Zhou Cheng's face, and Song Zhiyu could see his serious expression.Zhou Cheng straightened his back and looked directly at the person opposite him.

After watching it for a long time, Zhou Cheng then said dawdly: "The time is not ripe yet, so I can't say it. Just wait a little longer, and I will tell you!"

Song Zhiyu felt that his chest was tight, and he asked patiently: "Then what kind of time is ripe?"

Zhou Cheng said: "That kind of environment is more romantic, preferably with music..."

"Tsk, it's so troublesome. I didn't expect you to be a formalist." Song Zhiyu took a deep breath, then got out of bed, put on his slippers, walked to the window, poked his head out to take a look outside, and then returned to the spot, By the way, Zhou Cheng was also dragged out of bed.

"You go out with me." Song Zhiyu said.

"What are you going out for?" Zhou Cheng questioned, but he straightened his clothes honestly, put on his slippers and followed Song Zhiyu.Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng's room was in the innermost room, and when they passed by Xia Baini and Grandma Song's room, both of them tiptoed, but just after they passed, Song Zhiyu dragged Zhou Cheng quickly through the courtyard and came out of the courtyard.

"Look." Song Zhiyu said to Zhou Cheng.

"Look at what?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Look at the sky." Song Zhiyu replied.

Look at the sky, it's full of stars.

Surrounded by low buildings, Zhou Cheng raised his head to look at the sky, and could only see the faint shade of treetops, but nothing unnatural.In addition, there are no clouds for thousands of miles, and the sky is full of stars, which is not seen on weekdays.

"It's beautiful!" Zhou Cheng admired sincerely.

"Romantic?" Song Zhiyu asked.Seeing Zhou Cheng's expression, he thought again that he had copied Zhou Cheng's composition—full of sourness.

"Romantic is romantic, but..." Zhou Cheng hesitated.

"Have you brought your mobile phone with you? I seem to have lost my mobile phone in the grass. Give me a call." Song Zhiyu pretended to be casual and said casually.

Zhou Cheng skillfully pressed eleven digits on the phone, and he had memorized this string of numbers by heart.The screen of the mobile phone in Song Zhiyu's hand lit up, and the caller ID: fool Zhou.After a while, a piece of distant music sung by a female voice sounded on the phone.

……

"Flymetothemoon

Andlet me play among the stars

(I want you) Let me see what Spring is like On Jupiter and Mars”

……

The lyrics only had time to sing three lines before they stopped abruptly, and Song Zhiyu quickly cut it off because the next two lines were not suitable.

He raised his head and said to Zhou Cheng: "Now the environment is good and there is music. Are you satisfied? Can you tell me now?"

Zhou Cheng: "I... I'm not ready yet."

Song Zhiyu: "Since you still don't want to say it, then I'll ask you."

When Zhou Cheng heard Song Zhiyu's words, he became anxious.He said: "Don't, don't, don't say it. You let me say it! Mine is more important."

Song Zhiyu: "I'll ask first! Mine is more important." Song Zhiyu was inexplicably aroused with a desire to win, and must speak first before Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng: "Let me talk first! I..."

"do you like me?"

Song Zhiyu had already blurted out the words before Zhou Cheng could say the latter.