i see your calling

Birds chirping suddenly sounded outside, and a sparrow that flew from nowhere settled down on the branch, the sound was not loud, but it sounded like the moon squeezed and cracked in my ears, Shen Pingge suddenly felt that he was being reckless.

He never did.

Since he was a child, he knew that everything needs to be planned, and the planned path is convenient for comparison and finding the shortest distance, but everything happened suddenly tonight, and he didn't prepare in advance—he was the main culprit, the moonlight and alcohol were the accomplices, and the accomplices were Time, together brewing this accident.

Lian Yan didn't seem to slow down, she was still looking at him.Lips and ears are red, like overripe strawberry jam.

It is not yet nine o'clock, but Shen Pingge sent Lian Yan back to his bedroom and put him to sleep, holding the hard-shell recommendation letter in his hand, he stroked Lian Yan's hair with his left hand, and even Yan hair is very soft and feels good to the touch.

"Don't think about it anymore," Shen Pingge said, "We'll talk about everything tomorrow."

Who is this for?

After closing the door, Shen Pingge went to his bedroom. The recommendation letter was put back to its original place, squeezed into the pages of the book. He took the towel and pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The cold water was used, and the mirror in the bathroom was not lit. mist.

The low temperature makes people calm down, and Shen Pingge almost rationally sorted out all the logical sequences, but recalled that at 23:[-], the door was pushed open, and everything disappeared like a cliff.

His hair was dripping wet, and the fabric of his clothes on his shoulders was soaked, but Shen Pingge didn't care, and sat by the bed, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Den."

short.

"Dum, thump."

Shen Pingge came back to his senses and said "Come in".

The door was pushed open slowly and tentatively, Lian Yan showed her head, her hands were on the side of the door, her eyes were still red from crying, but she was less afraid, just looking at him.

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Shen Pingge said, "Just come in."

The door was fully pushed open, only then did Shen Pingge see the pillow in his hand, he was clutching the side of the pillow tightly, as if it was the source of all his strength, even Yan ran over in a hurry, before he could put on his slippers, he stood awkwardly the door.

It wasn't the time to sleep, Lian Yan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, the sheets were wrinkled, she kept rubbing her lips, she felt hot and hot, it was too difficult to find the answer, he couldn't find the answer, so he became inappropriately anxious, The night is suitable for impulsiveness, he ran out, but turned back - he didn't know why he took the pillow.

Lian Yan bit her lower lip, took a step forward, and saw Shen Pingge's eyes move away.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only one subconsciously avoiding.

He has been to Shen Pingge's room many times. The first time he had nowhere to go, Shen Pingge took him in. The second time he quarreled with Shen Yiming, Shen Pingge shut himself in the room, and he opened the door , he went to touch Shen Pingge's cheek, and pressed his palm on his chest, asking him to listen to his heartbeat.

The third time, the fourth time...

But this time was different.

Lian Yan pinched the pillow helplessly, he came here on his own initiative, but he couldn't ask any questions.In case all of this is false, Shen Pingge just touched him casually, the problem is a needle that will pierce everything.Lian Yan is a little bit greedy for the imaginary unreality.

Shen Pingge bent down, took the hair dryer from the cabinet, and said, "Come and blow dry my hair."

Lian Yan hurried to pick it up, Shen Pingge withdrew his hand: "Put the pillow on the bed first."

Obvious hint.

Lian Yan finally had a sense of reality. He put the pillow next to Shen Pingge's, secretly pressed the corners together, knelt on the bed, straightened his upper body, took the hair dryer, and pressed the hair dryer behind Shen Pingge's back. Turn on the hair dryer.

They are so close.

He smelled the smell of Shen Pingge, it was very clear after taking a shower, there was no smell of alcohol, the wet marks on his shoulders, the temperature of his hair was cold, lower than the temperature on his hands, Lian Yan would not blow it to others Hair, fingers stroking Shen Pingge's hair, the hot wind was blowing fiercely, Lian Yan wanted to ask Shen Pingge——

Why bathe in cold water?

Aren't you afraid of the cold?It's already November.

Shen Pingge suddenly tilted his head and said, "It's hot."

Lian Yan took away the hair dryer in a panic, stretched out her hand to feel it, and breathed a cool breath by accident, Shen Pingge's eyes moved, and said: "It doesn't hurt."

Only then did she concentrate, Lian Yan didn't dare to be distracted, and seriously dried his hair, her soft fingers occasionally touched the scalp, and the wet hair left marks on the back of her hands.

"Have you eaten?" Shen Pingge asked.

Lian Yan said "hmm", and the food was very simple, just slices of bread and fried eggs, without any jam.

"Shen Yiming probably won't come back tonight." Shen Pingge lowered his head halfway, showing the back of his neck, dismissing the previous hint, and said brightly, "Do you want to stay?"

Lian Yan's heart beat violently - even if he shook his head, Shen Pingge couldn't see it.What's more, he also wanted to stay.

"Ah."

No one spoke anymore.

Lian Yan was amazed at the satisfaction and inexplicable happiness she felt in this environment, and even thought that time would just stop like this, the hour and minute hands would be broken, the earth would stop turning, or Shen Pingge’s hair wouldn’t dry out, and he could maintain it forever. status quo.

But the hair needs to be dried, so when the hair dryer was turned off, Lian Yan felt lost.

Suddenly Lian Yan remembered something, got out of bed, ran out of the room under Shen Pingge's gaze, and ran back after a while, hiding something in her arms, and turned off the light.

Although he didn't know what he was going to do, Shen Pingge didn't ask, but only said: "Slow down, don't fall."

Lian Yan walked very slowly, his eyesight was poor in the dark, there was a desk next to the bed, Lian Yan put the things in her arms on the table, Shen Pingge was about to speak, suddenly his eyes lit up.

a small house.

Protected by a dust cover, the two-story villa-like house is surrounded by star lights, a small bed, a TV, a sofa, and a spiral staircase, illuminated by warm yellow lights. The small house is very delicate, like a miniature home, Shen Ping Ge looked at the little house for a long time before looking at Lian Yan: "Is it for me?"

Lian Yan pursed her lips, nodded, and gestured to him in the dim light.

- Brother, happy birthday.

When he was 17 years old, Lian Yan gave him a small home.

"Will this take a long time?" Shen Pingge stretched out his hand and touched the dust cover lightly, "It looks very complicated."

Lian Yan shook her head.

In fact, it was very troublesome. He did it for a month, and he had to assemble everything inside, including the making of faucets and lampshades, as well as the fabric and pillows of the sofa. He wanted to give Shen Pingge a little surprise.

"Thank you for the gift," Shen Pingge smiled, "I like it very much."

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The star lights went out, and the little house was still on the table. Lian Yan was lying on Shen Pingge's bed. He turned his back to Shen Pingge, thinking of his unsolved problems, but he couldn't ask them, and pinched his fingers nervously. , urging myself to sleep.They all knew that each other was not sleeping, and they could hear their breathing. In the end, it was Shen Pingge who broke the silence.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Shen Pingge said.

Lian Yan clutched the quilt tightly.

"Like asking me why I kissed you."

Lian Yan became short of breath, what to say.Shen Pingge easily saw through what he was thinking, he even came to Shen Pingge's room and slept beside him, but he didn't even have the courage to do so, a transparent rope was wrapped around his neck, and he was pushed forward Dragging, he fell prey to the trap.

"If you think it's fake," Shen Pingge's breath seemed to be very close to him, yet far away, "you can try again."

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