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"Hey, my face is frozen from laughing." Du Yan finally stopped smirking, lay back on the sofa and rubbed his face, "Did we skip work?"

"Ah," Song Qichen took off his glasses and put them on the TV cabinet, "Yes."

"Then what should I do?" Du Yan looked melancholy, "It's only my first day at work."

"..." Song Qichen took out his mobile phone, "Let me call Brother Zhang."

Du Yan raised his eyes to look at him, "What do you say?"

Song Qichen stared at the phone in silence for a while, "...I don't know."

"Then what are you calling?" Du Yan sighed, and stretched out his hand to Song Qichen, "Give me the phone, and I'll talk."

Song Qichen handed over the phone without hesitation for a second, "You look for the address book, I saved Brother Zhang's number."

"Oh," Du Yan took the phone and pressed it, "Where's the unlock password?"

"There is no password, just swipe it," Song Qichen said while taking off his vest and throwing it on the sofa. He didn't control the position and it just covered Du Yan's stomach. He glanced at Du Yan, turned and went to his room, "I'll wash it first. Take a bath."

"Hey you..." Du Yan picked up Song Qichen's vest and threw it on the back of the sofa, "It's so hot, why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

Song Qichen took two sets of pajamas, threw one of them to Du Yan, and took out the remote control of the air conditioner from the drawer and threw it to him, "Open it yourself."

"You're tired of moving your fingers..." Du Yan muttered in a low voice, turned on the air conditioner, found Brother Zhang's number on Song Qichen's phone, and dialed it.

Song Qichen didn't bother to talk to him, went into the bathroom and closed the door.

When Song Qichen came out, Du Yan was slumped on the sofa watching a funny show, and let out a weird laugh from time to time.

"Finished?" Song Qichen stood behind him.

"Small idea," Du Yan said happily, "Hey, look, I'm dying of laughter hahahahaha!"

Song Qichen glanced at the TV, not quite understanding why Du Yan likes this kind of earthy humor, "If you want to die, don't die here."

"I'm talking about you," Du Yan sighed, and turned to look at him, "Why don't you have any love at all?"

Song Qichen admired Du Yan's ability to control his smile freely, "If I die, I have to clean up for you."

"Tsk," Du Yan hopped to the ground, picked up his pajamas and walked to the bathroom, "I'll clean it up myself, I'll clean myself up before I die!"

"Get lost." Song Qichen laughed.

The door of the bathroom was closed again, Song Qichen was wiping his hair while watching the smell of earth being funny.

So what's so ridiculous about this show?

Song Qichen quickly pinched his arm before making the same weird laugh as Du Yan, to stop this kind of behavior of destroying people.

After watching for a while, Song Qichen remembered that he didn't seem to bring Du Yan a change of underwear.He got up and went to the room to get a clean one, then went to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

Unexpectedly, just after knocking, the door opened by itself.

Du Yan's smooth back and buttocks appeared in front of Song Qichen, as well as two slender legs.

Although they are all men, everyone has everything they should have, but seeing someone else's body suddenly, the visual impact is still not small.

Du Yan turned his head when he heard the movement, looked at Song Qichen in surprise, hesitated for a moment, "You...didn't clean it just now?"

"..." Song Qichen wanted to cover his face, "No."

"Then you want to peek at me taking a shower?" Du Yan was even more shocked.

"Get out!" Song Qichen got a toothache from his anger, took a bath towel next to him and handed it to Du Yan, "Are you taking a shower without locking the door?"

"Oh, I forgot," Du Yan quickly took the towel and wrapped it around him, then turned to face Song Qichen, "Wash together?"

"Get out." Song Qichen inexplicably felt a burst of hotness. Du Yan was in good shape, lean and tall, and his collarbone was deeply sunken. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he could actually see abdominal muscles and mermaid lines, although he himself Yes, further down... Song Qichen rolled his Adam's apple, and quickly looked away.

It's so hot to see how excited this man is!Song Qichen despised himself fiercely in his heart, trying to calm down.

"Am I in good shape?" Du Yan laughed, reaching out to touch Song Qichen's head.

"What a fart!" Song Qichen took a deep breath, and threw the underwear on the hanger, "I'm afraid you have nothing to wear."

"Oh," Du Yan laughed louder, "Thank you."

Song Qichen turned around and left the bathroom, "Lock the door!"

Du Yan locked the door and laughed for a while before continuing to wash.

Song Qichen held a lollipop in his mouth, stood beside the sofa, swiped his cell phone, and held a hair dryer in his left hand.

Seeing Du Yan came out, Song Qichen handed him the hair dryer, "Blow dry your hair."

"Okay Grandma Song." Du Yan happily took the hair dryer and turned it on, and was happily kicked by Song Qichen by the way.

"What are you playing?" Du Yan glanced at Song Qichen who was sitting on the sofa and continued swiping his phone while blowing his hair.

"Bubble Bobble." Song Qichen said without raising his head.

"What?" Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "That... very old game?"

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

Du Yan didn't ask any more questions, and concentrated on drying his hair.

"Play with me for a while." Du Yan blew his hair half dry, and leaned behind Song Qichen to watch him play Bubble Bobble. "I'm really good at this."

Song Qichen looked up at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Really, you don't believe me?" Du Yan also raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to grab the lollipop stick in his mouth and pulled it out.

"Why are you so cheap?" Song Qichen bit the candy stick, stuck the candy with his teeth to prevent him from pulling it out, and said vaguely.

Du Yan let go of his hands and laughed for a while, then sighed and lay down next to Song Qichen, "Hey, tell me, do I really hate you so much?"

After asking this sentence, he lay still on the back of the sofa, like a bunch of slimes who had lost their dreams.

Song Qichen was taken aback by his thoughtless words, "What's wrong?"

Du Yan didn't speak, just lying on his stomach quietly.

After a long time, Du Yan finally said: "Sometimes I feel that it is really my fault, I am the abnormal one."

Song Qichen turned his head to look at him, Du Yan looked a little uncomfortable now.

Whether he is the one who is wrong, Song Qichen sometimes doubts himself, so he doesn't know how to answer this question.

But Du Yan didn't seem to need anyone's answer, he just wanted to say it.

"Have I ever told you that my father and I have a particularly bad relationship because of my mother?" Du Yan asked.

"Yeah," Song Qichen nodded, "I said so."

"My mother married my father when she was very young, maybe in her early 20s." Du Yan lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. "At that time, my father's company was just starting. He can’t earn money, and he still owes a lot of foreign debts. If he’s hiding, my mother will always be with him.”

"I actually think my mother is quite stupid. At the beginning when my grandparents disagreed, she had a falling out with the family because of my father, just because she thought my father was her true love."

"In the beginning, I didn't know how their relationship was, and I didn't know if it was true love. I was not born at that time."

"Later, my dad got rich, so he didn't go home all day long. My mom was pregnant with my sister, and her mood was very unstable. My dad found a nanny for her without even asking a question."

Song Qichen watched him speak quietly, he had never comforted others since he was a child, and he didn't know what to do in this situation.

Du Yan paused, took a long breath, and continued: "My mother got sick after my sister was born, postpartum depression. I checked it later when I understood what was going on. Postpartum depression is very common. As long as family members Take good care of it, and you'll be fine if you take care of it."

"But my dad, no, Du Guofeng, he didn't even come to the hospital, so my mother called him and said he was busy." Du Yan's eyes were red, and he slammed the sofa, "He's so busy! "

Song Qichen touched his hand.

"Did you know later, that bastard wanted to divorce my mother, and he said that my mother was mentally ill, that she was crazy!"

"My mother just gave birth to my younger sister for two months, and she didn't take care of her serious and minor illnesses. This bastard is going to divorce her!"

Du Yan stared, trembling all over.Song Qichen couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry, so he could only rub his back repeatedly.

"My mother still divorced him later," Du Yan said slowly, "She has no income and suffers from severe depression, so my sister and I were sentenced to my father."

"Later, my mother committed suicide in less than two months, and I couldn't even attend her funeral."

Song Qichen leaned towards Du Yan, put his head on his shoulder, and gently rubbed his hair.

Du Yan's hair was very soft, with wet mist on it.

Du Yan leaned on Song Qichen's shoulder, sniffed, and there was a little smile in his voice, "It's okay, I don't want to cry for a long time."

Song Qichen didn't speak, but rubbed his head harder.

"That bastard brought a woman back as soon as he got divorced, saying that this is my stepmother, I had a big fight, and they are not married."

"At that time, I was not very sensible. He thought I was only three years old and didn't remember things. How could I not remember? Just because I don't understand doesn't mean I don't remember. Is there something wrong with his brain?"

"In the future, I will understand what's going on, and I will make trouble every time. As long as Du Guofeng wants to get married, I will make trouble. Once I didn't know that he and a woman had a wedding, so I went to the scene to tell them One of them poured a bottle of vinegar on their head, you don't know, their faces were so dark at that time hahahaha..."

Du Yan laughed while talking, but Song Qichen felt a heat on his shoulders.

Du Yan cried.

He put his arms around Song Qichen, hugged him gently, his voice trembling slightly, "I just don't want him to feel better, my mother let him kill him, why should he get married, why should he be so indifferent..."

Du Yan didn't speak any more, and didn't cry anymore, just holding Song Qichen in a daze.

After a while, Du Yan sighed, still laying his head on Song Qichen's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "I can't say how much I have deep feelings for my mother. After all, I was only a little over three years old when she left. I just I don't quite understand what true love with my dad looks like in her eyes. Shouldn't true love be a very precious thing, why can a scum like my dad trample on it casually?"

"My sister didn't know about it. She always thought that my mother died of illness. I didn't tell her in detail. I just said that they divorced."

"She thinks it's quite normal. Marriage and divorce. It's normal to get married if you see the right way, and get divorced if you can't make it through. She doesn't understand why I always make such troubles and always fight against my father."

"But I don't think so. Sometimes I feel that so many people get married and divorced, and then they get married and then divorced. It's too fast. Could it be that true love is such a worthless thing? Is there something wrong with my concept?"

It's not common for Du Yan to babble and whisper a lot of things like this. Song Qichen wanted to say something, but in the end he just patted him on the back and whispered in his ear: "You're fine."

"That's right," Du Yan smiled, "You also think I'm fine."

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

For such a question, Song Qichen didn't think about it, not to mention thinking about it, he didn't even think about it.

Listening to Du Yan's breathing next to his ear, Song Qichen was suddenly lost in thought.

What exactly is true love?What is it like?

His parents should be regarded as true love. They have similar personalities, and they have never seen them quarrel.

But he hasn't seen them much for several years, and he doesn't know if they are arguing or not now.

It's amazing that two people who have nothing to do with each other can live together for a lifetime because of their relationship.

For a lifetime, such a long time.

Has Du Yan been thinking about this?

Looking at the heartless all day long, thinking no less than others.

After a long pause, Du Yan let go of him, and said seriously to Song Qichen, "I won't forgive him."

"Well, you don't need to forgive." Song Qichen looked at him and replied equally seriously, "You sleep on the sofa."

Du Yan stared at him blankly, and it took him a while to regain his senses, "I rely on you?"

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