Laughing astray

It was the first time that I was in the car with Yan Zihan. Since my own mother came to live at home, the two of them didn't dare to be presumptuous. At most, they hugged and kissed each other on the bed. Yan Zihan helped Cong Xiaoyi adjust his posture, and his lips moved along The tip of Cong Xiaoyi's nose slowly moved down, "... I remembered something."

"Huh?" Cong Xiaoyi uttered in a daze.

Yan Zihan looked at Cong Xiaoyi's intoxicated face that fell into the honey vat, and grinned twice, "There's nothing here."

"What?" Cong Xiao asked subconsciously.

"What do you think?" Yan Zihan moved his hand back along Cong Xiaoyi's waist, stopped on Cong Xiaoyi's buttocks, and squeezed hard.

The temperature coming through the trousers made Cong Xiaoyi dry/hot all over, but two big men squeezed in the back seat, even though Yan Zihan kept accommodating him and left him a lot of space, he could still do things in the car It's not such a cool thing as imagined, at least it's his leg, nestled in the back so that he can't stretch it out, Yan Zihan resisted his desire/hope and bit Cong Xiaoyi's lips, lowered his head and straightened his pants, Regretfully saying "Come at night."

"Ah..." Cong Xiao slowed down for a moment, looked at Yan Zihan who was bare-chested in front of him, and waited for a while before taking the clothes hanging from the passenger seat, and putting them on the waistband, "You're really all right Son?"

Yan Zihan didn't speak, but pulled Cong Xiaoyi's hand abruptly and pressed it to his chest, raised his eyebrows in a low voice and said, "What do you think?"

"Grass!" Cong Xiao froze and wanted to pull his hand back, but there was no instruction in his mind, so he squeezed it subconsciously.

Yan Zihan's whole face was wrinkled together, he didn't speak for a long time, Cong Xiaoyi was only half dressed, looked at Yan Zihan who was about to curl up on the seat with a silly face, and put the culprit's bird The paws moved back silently, the ambiguous atmosphere in the car just now had long since disappeared, "...I'm sorry...I..."

"Do you have someone else?" Yan Zihan put his arms around Cong Xiaoyi's shoulders, "Do you not want happiness anymore?"

"No!" Cong Xiao shook his head.

"Then you use so much energy?"

When he got home, Cong Jiyun was watching TV, and he didn't see any difference between the two of them. Tudou wagged his tail and circled around the two of them, his eyes were attracted by something, and he ran away to play first.

"I'm going to take a shower." Cong Xiao threw his schoolbag on the ground, and hopped to the bathroom.

Yan Zihan cleaned up Cong Xiaoyi's mess, walked up to Cong Jiyun and sat down, "Are you used to living?"

Cong Jiyun nodded and smiled.

"I'll take you for a white blood cell test tomorrow..." Yan Zihan glanced at Cong Jiyun's scarred neck, and suddenly remembered the phone call from Song Haozhe a few days ago, his eyes sank.

Cong Jiyun didn't see what was wrong with Yan Zihan, he reached out to cut the apples on the table and sprinkled them for him, Yan Zihan was holding it in his hand, but he swallowed the problem stuck in his throat.

After all, holding back at night, Yan Zihan turned over and hugged the drowsy Cong Xiaoyi, rubbing his chin against the top of his head, "Xiaoyi..."

"Huh?" Cong Xiao raised his head.

Yan Zihan pressed Cong Xiaoyi's head on his chest again, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Have you thought about that question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Do you want to see Bai Jingguo?" Yan Zihan asked.

Cong Xiao didn't speak, turned over in Yan Zihan's arms, closed his eyes with his back to Yan Zihan, "No."

The next day, Yan Zihan got up early and went to school to make final preparations. The school celebration was at night, and all classes during the day were cancelled. Cong Xiaoyi and Cong Jiyun went to the hospital not far from home as planned, and went to the outpatient clinic to check for white blood cells. .

The results of the white blood cell test are not bad, the index is close to normal. Chemotherapy drugs will cause the white blood cells in the body to drop. Once the body’s immunity is weak, the possibility of getting sick is very high. Cong Jiyun was walking outside.

After sending Cong Jiyun home, Cong Xiao took a taxi to the school. There were already many people on the school playground. In addition to performances for the school celebration, many students set up their own stalls. Wang Bin Ma Xuanyu stood in front of a juice stand. Cong Xiao yelled, and when Cong Xiao turned his head to look, he saw Yang Yi standing beside Ma Xuanyu after a long absence.

Wang Bin handed a glass of fruit juice to Cong Xiaoyi, "Where's your brother Yan?"

"He's busy." Cong Xiaoyi took a sip of the juice, wrinkled his face and gave the juice to Wang Bin again, "It's unpalatable."

"Are you going to perform later?" Yang Yi asked.

"Yeah." Cong Xiaoyi took out his phone to check the time, "Do you want to eat something first?"

"It's going to start later." Ma Xuanyu looked around, "Let's go there first, find a seat, and we'll eat after we're done."

"Okay." Cong Xiao nodded.

The student union hall is on the other side of the playground. There were not many people when the four entered. Yan Zihan was standing on the stage talking to a student in the background. Cong Xiaoyi saw him at first sight and wanted to call out. , but seeing him busy also held back.

Yan Zihan didn't pay attention to this. When he checked the list just now, he found that some order needs to be adjusted. He found the student in charge of this in the student union, and the two discussed it. They planned to move the performances at the back to the front. There is a link between several programs. , the host is also relatively easy to report, but the order needs to be adjusted, and there will be a piano performance by Cong Xiaoyi.

I was thinking of turning around and sending a message to Cong Xiaoyi, but there was a problem with the stage props over there. The girl in Yang Pansheng's class who was going to perform the guzheng, the student who was arranged to rent the guzheng at the school forgot to pick it up, just passed it Make an appointment, and when I go to rent it, I have already rented it out first. It is not easy to rent an instrument like the guzheng, and Yan Zihan, who is anxious to see the students, can't say anything. All the problems happen together. For the first time, all smiling faces were pulled down in front of the students.

"I'll figure out a way, you go prepare other things first." Yan Zihan ordered.

The students ran away as if they were liberated. Yan Zihan turned around. The girl who performed the Guzheng performance was called Li Li. Yang Pansheng had been praising Li Li in the office before, but now there was something wrong with Li Li's performance. What happened in Xiaoyi is probably still in Yang Pansheng's heart. It is definitely impossible to find him to cancel the performance now. Yan Zihan bit his lip lightly, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

The school celebration started on time. Cong Xiaoyi came early and occupied the front seat first. Yan Zihan and Cong Xiaoyi sat in the front row. The first performer was a high school freshman. Cong Xiaoyi was not in the mood Look, I only saw the message Yan Zihan sent him when I took out my phone to play with it. His performance order was arranged to be fifth. Doesn't it mean that the order will have any impact on him, and he doesn't have much time to prepare , I was still surprised when I saw it.

After three people, is it his turn to surprise the audience?