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When Ye Yichen returned to Beijing, his face was already exhausted.The running around on the road and his tired body made Ye Yichen deeply realize that sometimes being a nerd is a kind of character, and more often it is a voluntary choice.A person like him is really not suitable for traveling.

When they got home, Ye Yichen leaned against the door, and was already out of breath when he opened the door with the key.When he entered the door, Ye Yi was stunned. For the first time, he saw Song Yu sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Are you back?" Song Yu got up, as if he had been waiting for him, "I called you, and I was going to pick you up...but your phone has been turned off."

"Ah, so," Ye Yichen took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it, and it turned out to be a black screen.Ye Yichen silently raised his head to look at Song Yu, pursed his lips, and said with some embarrassment: "Well... If I say that my mobile phone automatically shuts down... Do you believe it?"

This is true, Ye Yichen doesn't know why his phone is still black even though he charged it last night.

When he took a taxi to the airport, he fell asleep all the way... He didn't have the concept of looking at his phone at all.He never thought that Song Yu would come to pick him up, after all, Song Yu has been very busy.

"I believe it. As long as you say it, I believe it." Song Yu looked at Ye Yichen, with something in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

Hearing what Song Yu said, Ye Yichen shrugged... Tsk, it sounds like an idol drama.He didn't think this kind of lines when he was writing the script, but it would be so inconsistent in real life, goosebumps were about to arise.

Ye Yichen didn't know how to respond to Song Yu's reply about his mobile phone automatically shutting down, so he put down the bag he was carrying, pretended to open the bag to pack his things, and started to change the subject: "Hey, why are you at home today? Didn't you go to work?"

Song Yu looked deeply at Ye Yichen, "Did you forget...today is the weekend?"

"Ah, that's it..." Ye Yichen touched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.He said, no wonder the traffic jam at the airport almost made him vomit.

It's not his fault. As a screenwriter, he is inherently insensitive to the calculation of time such as the week, no, it can't be said to be insensitive, he has no such concept at all.

Song Yu saw that Ye Yichen came back, and his focus was on packing his luggage, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"Ah Chen, have you noticed that when you talked to me recently?" Song Yu frowned, looking at Ye Yichen seriously, as if he didn't know how to speak, "When you talked to me recently, They all just say 'ah, this way'..."

Hearing what Song Yu said, Ye Yichen thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.So he almost said "ah, this way" again, and then he paused, closing his mouth just in time.

And then, Ye Yichen really didn't know what to say, the room was completely silent.

Seeing Ye Yichen like this, Song Yu sighed, stepped forward to pick up Ye Yichen's bag, and asked with some flattery he didn't know: "Ah Chen, what do you want for lunch? I'll make it today... ...Will you eat fried noodles? I remember you like to eat..."

Ye Yichen handed the bag to Song Yu, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and teased, "Farewell...can you eat the rice you cooked?"

Song Yu thought about it, touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and coughed dryly, "Cough."

The thing about cooking...

Ever since the two of them graduated and bought a house, Ye Yichen basically cooks.Because Song Yu's company is far away from where he lives, when he comes back at night, it will be dark, so what else to do, Ye Yichen must starve to death.

Ye Yichen once got tired of cooking for a while, so he would hold the ribs in his mouth and murmur on the dining table: "Ah, ah, I don't like cooking, I hate cooking, I hate cooking, I want to hire a muscle The little nanny is here to help me cook...yes, I must have the kind of little nanny who looks good, has a fair face, and has eight-pack abs."

Song Yu said in a serious manner, "Ah... These days, such a babysitter is not cheap!" After finishing speaking, he pretended to sigh, "In fact, such a babysitter is usually earning money in the company to support the family. , I know one of this type."

Ignoring Song Yuming's expectant eyes that wanted Ye Yichen to ask who that person was, Ye Yichen curled his lips and didn't want to talk to him.

Song Yu couldn't hold back, so he posted it cheaply and took the initiative to tell Ye Yichen, "You know this person, too. His surname is not so common, yes, that's right, his surname is 'Song', from the Song Dynasty. 'Song'. Ahhh, so handsome, white and talented..."

Seeing that Song Yu was poor, Ye Yichen rolled his eyes, gave Song Yu the last rib, and said disdainfully, "Go to yours!"

Song Yu was poor when he was young, but sometimes he did show consideration for Ye Yichen occasionally.So, Song Yu took the initiative to invite Ying to cook the meal that night.At that time, Ye Yichen was holding the chopsticks, looking at the messy and dark things fried in front of him, he was quite sad, he bit the chopsticks bitterly, looking out the window at the already dark sky, his eyes were hungry Red, he said: "Song Yu, I would rather you stop being considerate of me..."

Later, the two of them went to a restaurant outside, and Ye Yichen never dared to let Song Yu cook again.Every time Song Yu was eager to try cooking, he rejected Song Yu like this: "First, you are afraid that you will poison me and then commit suicide; second, I am afraid that you will blow up the kitchen... You don't know, Beijing's House prices are so...um...everything is worth it."

……

Thinking of these little things inadvertently always makes Ye Yichen feel that sometimes Song Yu really loves him.But it didn't take long before his face became red and swollen from "slaps": No, Song Yu doesn't love him, and Song Yu treats his friends like this.

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Song Yu put Ye Yichen's bag in the bedroom, and took out necessary items such as chargers and put them away.Ye Yichen sat on the sofa and made a cup of tea, holding it in his hand and drinking it quietly.

After drinking almost, Ye Yichen held the teacup and asked Song Yu who had finished packing, "What do you want for lunch? I'll make it." He stood up while talking, and wanted to walk towards the kitchen.

Song Yu stopped Ye Yichen, "Forget it, don't you see how tired you are. Let's go out to eat. We haven't gone out for a long time. There is a restaurant that I heard from my colleagues is not bad. ..."

Ye Yichen fainted instantly when he heard that he was going out to eat.He lowered the corner of his mouth, his forehead twitching a bit: "Well... if you go out to eat, why don't you go eat and pack it back for me?" As a dead house, Ye Yichen felt that he was really going to die from exhaustion, and now let him If you go out to eat, it's better to let him eat instant noodles.And he felt that his health seemed to be getting worse... Before, just going upstairs would kill him half his life.

Song Yu looked at Ye Yichen who was so tired that he didn't even want to talk, touched his nose and couldn't help laughing.

"Then let's order takeaway, anyway, we haven't ordered takeaway for a long time." Song Yu thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the takeaway software, and looked at Ye Yichen inquiringly.

Ye Yichen thought for a while, he really didn't want to cook, so he nodded in agreement.Then he went to bed and lay his dead body, and asked Song Yu to call him when the takeaway came.Seeing that Ye Yichen was tired, Song Yu agreed with some distress.

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It was a bit late when the takeaway arrived, Song Yu went to the bedroom and gently shook Ye Yichen, who had fallen into a drowsy sleep, and woke up, "Hey, get up and eat." Ye Yichen was obviously still sleepy, his eyes were foggy and unfocused Staring at the white wall, it took a long time before he let out a "huh".Song Yu looked at Ye Yichen like this, his heart was so soft that he didn't even think about it, he bent down and kissed Ye Yichen.

Feeling the dry and soft touch on his lips, Ye Yichen woke up instantly, and pushed Song Yu with some resistance.Then he inexplicably felt a little nauseous and retched.This time, both of them were stunned.

"Let's eat..." Ye Yichen got out of bed and put on his slippers. He didn't know whether he was disgusted with Song Yu just now or because he was sick.

When the two of them were eating takeaway on the wooden dining table, Ye Yichen found it hard to swallow.Although honestly speaking, the takeaway taste is really good, and the braised meatballs are fragrant and glutinous, but it doesn't feel like he eats hot pot in Chengdu.

You may eat, depending on your mood.Ye Yichen looked at Song Yu's slightly lowered head because of eating, and didn't know what to think.

Song Yu obviously hadn't recovered from Ye Yichen's "retching" just now, and it was halfway through the meal that Song Yu seemed to come back to his senses, frowning while eating, "It's not as delicious as your cooking... "

Hearing what Song Yu said, Ye Yichen smiled, then put down his chopsticks, his eyes softly enveloped Song Yu.

Ye Yichen tilted his head and looked at Song Yu, at his soft black hair, at his thick black eyebrows, at his deep eyes, at his tall nose...even after so many years, Ye Yichen still had to Admittedly, facing such a good-looking Song Yu, he is indeed a hopeless face control.Ye Yichen sometimes thinks, if Song Yu wasn't so good-looking back then, would he still have to rely on Song Yu?Ye Yichen didn't know.It's just that things have indeed become like this, and if it doesn't make any sense.

Seemingly feeling the gaze from above his head, Song Yu put down his chopsticks, raised his head, looked at Ye Yichen, raised his eyebrows and smiled reluctantly, "Why, are you blinded by my handsomeness?"

Ye Yichen wanted to laugh when he heard Song Yupin.

Song Yu wasn't such a joking person when he was at home.Ye Yichen knew that Song Yu was really serious about easing the relationship between the two of them.

only……

Ye Yichen rested his chin on his hand, picked up a chopstick and turned it around in his hand - this is his habitual action when thinking.

The chopsticks turned around again, and then Ye Yichen spoke, Ye Yichen said: "Song Yu, do you remember when I called before, I said I have something important to tell you?"

Song Yu was slightly taken aback.

Before Song Yu could reply, Ye Yichen looked at the cold ball in front of him, and said calmly, "Song Yu, why don't we separate?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth stopped, and he looked at Ye Yichen blankly, "What did you say?" There was some disbelief in his eyes.

Ye Yichen looked down at the chopsticks lying flat on his fingertips, and sighed, "Song Yu, let's separate."

"Why?" Song Yu sat up straight, crossed his hands and leaned against the back of the chair, holding the slightly trembling hand with one hand, his fingertips looked a little pale because of too much force.

"Why not separate?" Ye Yichen propped his chin on his arm, looked at Song Yu, and said with some amusement: "In this situation, we need a reason if we don't separate, right? Isn't it normal to separate?"

"But, but..." Song Yu didn't know what to say for a while, he just felt that since Ye Yichen said the first sentence, the restless bomb that had been buried in his heart had exploded. He was caught off guard by the explosion, and he was not even prepared for the explosion.

After a long time, Song Yu continued, "Is...is it because of Yang Qing?" When he said this, his face was already a little pale, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, "If it's because of him...I... I can part with him..."

Seeing Song Yu like this, Ye Yichen sighed, "Song Yu, you know...the problem is not just this..."

"I will separate from Yang Qing!! I'll call now!! Me and him are just... I'm just..." Song Yu stood up in a panic and almost tripped over the chair.Song Yu wanted to find his cell phone, at this moment he just wanted to find an excuse to leave the room.

"Song Yu."

Ye Yichen lowered his eyebrows, and called Song Yu's name coldly and uncompromisingly.

Hearing Ye Yichen call him that, Song Yu stopped all his movements and turned around trembling slightly.

"Song Yu, don't be like this..." Ye Yichen pinched his eyebrows, he didn't know why Song Yu didn't want to be separated, and he tried his best to avoid this

topic.He always thought that as long as he made this suggestion, Song Yu would definitely agree... But now it seems that this is not the case.

"Song Yu, you should think about it seriously too, I'm serious." Ye Yichen threw the chopsticks into the plastic bag, asking Song Yu to think about it gently, calmly but firmly.

The author has something to say:

Don't panic...

The author just failed an important exam yesterday, so he went to cast aside himself.