Porcelain industry leader

Song Yu was resting at home on Saturday, while Gu Qingchi was still on day shift, so he woke up like a thief in the morning for fear of waking him up.

Brush your teeth and wash your face before feeding the fish, run in the morning and make breakfast.

The morning jog was brought up by Song Yu, who excitedly placed an order for a pair of couple sportswear that day, but the white one is still lying in the closet without wearing it.

Song Yu would never get up if the alarm clock didn't ring five or six times every morning.

Gu Qingchi went home after exercising and took a shower. He planned to put on the new suit Song Yu bought for him and go to work, but after thinking about it, he put it back in the bag.

Who knows what might happen to him on the bus, and someone spilled coffee on him the day before yesterday, so changing his clothes is not a big deal anyway.

Song Yu gave him a white shirt with black satin asymmetrical embroidery on the front.

A bright moon on the chest is entangled by countless branches and vines, and the branches and leaves spread all the way to the waist and shoulders. It is a very abstract pattern, and it will feel a little depressing if you look at it too much.

But he likes this pattern quite a bit, the enveloping moon exudes bright light, and the tiny light like fireworks blooms on the chest.

When Song Yu sent him off, he also said something very comforting: "Look, the moon will always shine. As long as you work hard, someone will always see it."

In fact, he felt that Song Yu was more like the crescent moon, and he was the withered vines that clung to him, clung to him tightly.

Gu Qingchi cut up a box of fruit and put it in the refrigerator, and left a note for Song Yu in crappy Goupao characters.

Compared with leaving messages on WeChat, he still prefers to write by hand, which has a warm family atmosphere.

Song Yu also bought him several copybooks for him to practice calligraphy, saying that it would be one hour a day, but every time he wrote two lines, Song Yu would come in and squeeze with him, making him unable to concentrate on practicing calligraphy.

He has written three and a half pages so far, and his goal is to finish a book by the end of the year.

Gu Qingchi walked back to the bedroom softly, pecked Song Yu on the forehead, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner slightly.

When he turned to leave, a hoarse voice came from the bed.

"Kiss again." Song Yu closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips.

"You're awake," Gu Qingchi smiled, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I didn't wake up, you kiss me again." Song Yu still tightly closed his eyes.

Gu Qingchi pinched his face, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead again, with a bang, "Are you awake?"

"Ten more kisses before I wake up." Song Yu's mouth, which was hidden under the quilt, was almost grinning behind his ears.

"Then you should sleep well." Gu Qingchi patted the quilt on him.

"Hey...you," Song Yu opened his eyes and shook his hands helplessly, "Go, go."

Gu Qingchi licked the corners of his lips and smiled, lying on Song Yu's body, holding his face and rubbing it, "I don't want to go to work anymore."

Song Yu looked at him with a smirk, raised his fingertips and stroked his newly grown beard stubble back and forth, "I didn't shave today."

"Well, I shaved it yesterday morning." Gu Qingchi touched his chin, but felt nothing.

Song Yu raised his head and kissed his chin, then rubbed it back and forth, it was a little itchy, a little prickly, very comfortable.

Gu Qingchi lowered his head, and touched Song Yu's lips lightly.

Song Yu blinked his eyes, Gu Qingchi smiled gently, lowered his gaze and stuck it up again.

Song Yu raised his hand to hook Gu Qingchi's neck, and gently sucked his lips. Gu Qingchi slowed down his breathing, and gently responded to his teasing.

The two breathed together, and the kissing sound from the corners of their mouths made the atmosphere of the whole room instantly ambiguous and sweet.

This shallow good morning kiss made Song Yu, who had been sleepy, full of energy and the corners of his brows raised.

When Gu Qingchi let go of his lips, he still pressed Song Yu's lower lip, "Hey, I can't kiss anymore."

"Why?" Song Yu's ears turned red, and he pinched the back of Gu Qingchi's neck.

"It will be hard." Gu Qingchi said honestly.

Song Yu raised his chin and laughed wildly.

"If you want to be hard, you can still fly in bed. I can only hold back and go to work." Lu Qingchi smiled and rubbed the broken hair on Song Yu's forehead.

Song Yu raised his hand to check the time, "It's still early, call Didi, you can settle it before you go to work."

"No," Gu Qingchi smiled and pecked Song Yu's lips lightly, "I want to save it."

"What are you going to do with the savings?" Song Yu asked.

Gu Qingchi took out a Grandpa Mao folded into the shape of a heart from his trouser pocket and put it next to Song Yu's pillow, "I give you money every day."

Song Yu squeezed the little love heart until his brows and eyes were crooked, and he stuffed it under the pillow.

He also remembered a small incident the day before yesterday, when Gu Qingchi brought back a box of pineapple cakes from the coffee shop, saying that it was brought back by a colleague when he went out to play.

He still clearly remembered Gu Qingchi's expression when he conjured up this pineapple cake from behind like offering a treasure, just like a child's appearance when he got a certificate for the first time, he was so excited that he kept urging him to try a piece.

He didn't pay much attention to it at the time. He didn't particularly like this kind of sweet little thing. He took a symbolic bite and said that it didn't taste very good.

Gu Qingchi ate up the rest without saying anything.

Afterwards, he thought about it carefully, and Gu Qingchi probably didn't want to eat those insignificant trinkets, so he purposely kept them and took them home.

I felt distressed for a while, and didn't know what to say.

Gu Qingchi really didn't own many things, but he still tried his best to take out those little things that he thought were interesting, unusual, or valuable to please him and make him happy.

It's like a very loyal dog, although this metaphor is not very appropriate, but he seems to always be able to see the wagging little tail behind Lu Qingchi and his drooping ears because of being aggrieved.

It hurts so much.

There are many qualities in Gu Qingchi's body, and this alone makes his heart flutter.

A few minutes after Gu Qingchi left, Song Yu stretched and got out of bed.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw a note pasted on the door of the refrigerator, and he struggled to identify Gu Qingchi's earthworm font.

"Don't be empty" was followed by several scratched-out words, and then "Ice stomach."

From the reverse side of the note, he could vaguely make out the scratched-out characters, a "month", a "service" and a "fu".

Song Yu held the note and laughed for a long time, found a pen, wrote a big "belly" character in the middle of the note, and drew a cat with its belly turned over and acting like a spoiled child at the bottom, and finally pasted the sticky note on it. go back.

Song Yu spent the whole morning drawing manga. After lunch, he really wanted to sleep, but he was afraid that he would not wake up and miss Gu Qingchi's first performance, so he went directly to the coffee shop.

Although he had already watched the content of Gu Qingchi's performance countless times at home.

Gu Qingchi fiddled with his decks of playing cards whenever he was free every day, because he was going to make magic props and keep them secret, so the study room was almost exclusively used by Gu Qingchi now.

"Qingchi, your wife is here to see you again." Seeing Song Yu enter the door, Cuihua bumped Gu Qingchi's arm immediately.

Because Song Yu came to the store every three days to ask for warmth and care, many employees in the store liked to tease that they were a couple, showing affection and spreading dog food all day long, but they didn't know that these two were really a couple.

Gu Qingchi raised his head and smiled, Song Yu gave a "tsk", and tapped his fingers on the table, "Don't think I didn't hear, what kind of wife, I'm his husband!"

"Hurry up and call your husband to listen." Song Yu scratched Gu Qingchi's chin like scratching a kitten.

Gu Qingchi held back his smile, without raising his head, he said, "You think so beautifully."

Cuihua covered her face and laughed.

Song Yu frowned and pointed at Gu Qingchi, "Look at how rude he is, he's more than two years younger than me, no matter what, you have to call brother, he never does."

"Ah, I always thought he was the same age as you." Cuihua was quite surprised.

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, "He looks too old."

"Get out of the way, uncle." Gu Qingchi picked up a rag and wiped it on the bar counter.

Song Yu raised his arm, and put it down after he finished wiping, but Gu Qingchi picked up the rag again, so he had no choice but to raise his hand again.

"Actually, I think it may be because of your height and shape. You look smaller, so I have the illusion that you are smaller than him." Cuihua said.

Song Yu closed his mouth and lowered his eyelids, Gu Qingchi laughed wildly with his head up.

Song Yu grabbed the rag and threw it on him, "Laughing fart, you're two centimeters taller than me, you're dead."

"It seems that there are more..." Cuihua showed suspicious eyes.

"Six centimeters." Gu Qingchi made a lip-synch while hiding behind the bar.

Song Yu gritted his back molars, turned his eyes to Cuihua's side, "Do you know that I actually picked up Gu Qingchi from the side of the road, and he was squatting under that street light pole at that time..."

When he was talking, Gu Qingchi had already walked out from behind the bar, covered Song Yu's mouth and dragged him to the locker room.

After a rough and deep kiss, Song Yu's face flushed from coughing, and Gu Qingchi raised his hand and began to undress.

Song Yu froze in place, unable to close his mouth.

What is this for...?

"No, it's not very good..." Song Yu glanced at the door of the dressing room. Although it was locked, the footsteps coming and going outside could be heard clearly.

Stimulation is stimulation, but if someone knocks on the door, he will probably be frightened on the spot.

"Yo, I'm ashamed now." Gu Qingchi began to unbuckle his belt.

Song Yu blushed when he saw it.

"No, you're too sudden, I didn't even..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Lu Qingchi pull out a handbag from the cabinet and began to put on a shirt. The word "ready" stuck in his throat pain.

While buttoning his shirt, Gu Qingchi asked, "Are you okay?"

"I've prepared a bouquet for you." Song Yu rolled his eyes.

"It's really unnecessary, why are you being so polite to me?" Gu Qingchi changed his pants and stood in front of the mirror to take a picture, "Are you handsome?"

"The clothes I bought aren't handsome." Song Yu walked over to look at Gu Qingchi in the mirror, wanting to swear at him for being handsome.

"Then don't look at the clothes, look at my face." Gu Qingchi put a knife across his neck, "Is the neck handsome?"

"I don't allow you to question my aesthetics," Song Yu said, "If you're not handsome, I can fall in love with you."

"Then what should I do if my face is disfigured?" Gu Qingchi faced the mirror and scratched Song Yu's fluffy hair. He didn't go to work today, and Song Yu didn't even apply hairspray, so it was very comfortable to rub.

"You're already disfigured," Song Yu stroked the scar on his forehead, "You're pretty handsome even if you're ruined."

Gu Qingchi tilted his head and kissed the base of his ear.

Before one o'clock in the afternoon, crowds of people rushed into the coffee shop, several of Song Yu's colleagues were also present, and Song Yu was dragged to sit in the back row and chat.

Gu Qingchi checked all the props carefully in the box on the second floor.

"Are you nervous?" Bao Jiayi asked with a smile.

"It's okay, I don't think there are many people." Gu Qingchi put away the playing cards.

"That was just now, and now there are no seats at the bottom, so I just went upstairs to help with the chairs," Bao Jiayi said, "I don't know what happened this time, there are more people than I imagined."

Gu Qingchi was a little nervous when she said it, he stood at the stairs and glanced down, and saw Song Yu eating something from a distance, his cheeks were bulging, he was so cute.

As if telepathic, he stared at it for five seconds before Song Yu raised his head.

The two smiled at each other.

Taking advantage of no one paying attention, Gu Qingchi raised the corner of his lips and blew a kiss.

Song Yu raised his hand and made a grabbing motion, tore off his collar and threw it in. Gu Qingchi was instantly amused.