Pastel Colors

Day1712:02

Songran slept until the sun was up, and woke up to find that he had become a dummy that failed to assemble—muscles and bones were sore, his legs were trembling, his acupoints were swollen, he turned over and grinned, his joints creaked and trembled violently A little bit can be broken down into parts.

Mr. He was not by his side, he was lying alone on the big bed full of sunshine, recalling the unsightly last night.

Beast.

The bones and scum have all been gnawed away.

After suffering from hunger for more than five years, dare you just wait for this meal?

Before going to bed with Mr. He, the little virgin, Song Ran, had many wonderful reveries. Only after he officially went to bed, did he realize that he had seriously underestimated Mr. He's appetite and physical fitness, mistook a jackal for a gentleman, and used a tragic He bid farewell to his virginity in this way—in the second half of the night, he was made to pass out in the bathroom.

But, to be honest, it feels really cool.

Mr. He is the kind of mighty and considerate companion with full marks. It makes people scream when they are done, and the geese pass by without leaving any traces. Such a big thing has been tossed in and out all night, except for the inevitable soreness. Leng did not suffer any trauma, but instead felt a sense of satisfaction with a long lingering aftertaste.

It is as if the muscles and bones are gently opened, the dirt is washed away, the accumulated filth is removed, and then reassembled into a light whole.

Carefree.

very happy.

No wonder he often heard people say that high-quality sex is the glue between partners. When he is tired, he doesn’t need to say anything. As long as he is hugged and pampered by Mr. He, he will soon be able to relax down.

Song Ran smelled the smell of Mr. He on the pillow, and thought of his muscles and temperature. His skin was a little itchy and prickly, looking forward to being touched.He wrapped himself in the quilt and rubbed it, but the itching became more intense.

Mr. He, where have you been?We just finished, come back quickly and let me give you a hug.

He acted like a baby in his heart.

click.

The bedroom door opened.

"Well!"

Song Ran hesitated for a second, and retreated into the bed.

He Zhiyuan pushed the door in with the dinner plate in hand, just in time to see a strand of black hair on the pillow "slip" into the quilt, and then a large ball of quilt became still.He smiled, bent down to put the bowls and chopsticks away, sat by the bed, and peeled off Songran layer by layer.

"Waist, waist!" Song Ran gasped, "It hurts, hurts!"

"Don't move if it hurts." He Zhiyuan helped him steady, touched his psoas muscle, and exerted a little force with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

Song Ran looked aggrieved.

So he enjoyed the treatment of lying on Mr. He's lap, and being fed by Mr. He himself spoon by spoon - clear porridge and side dishes, all vegetarian and meat-free, it seems that it is specially provided to take care of his intestines" First night breakfast".

So touching, so tragic.

Song Ran was lazy, and his appetite was close to zero: "Where's Boo Boo? Woke up yet?"

He Zhiyuan scooped up a spoonful of porridge: "It's already been sent to kindergarten."

"what?"

Song Ran turned her head, noticed that He Zhiyuan was wearing a shirt, not a nightgown, and obviously just went out, suddenly became sullen: "Little kid, I forgot about my brother after having a father, and I don't remember coming to say good morning to me." .”

He Zhiyuan said with a low smile: "When he said good morning, you didn't respond at all when you slept, half of your face was covered with saliva, or did I wipe it clean for you... mustard or tofu?"

"Press, mustard."

Song Ran was a little embarrassed, opened his mouth to take a sip of the porridge, and took a piece of mustard in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the time on He Zhiyuan's watch, and was so surprised that he almost spat out: "It's already twelve o'clock? I slept all morning ?!"

"Eat well, don't talk, and be careful of choking." He Zhiyuan patted his puffy cheeks as a warning, but his tone was very gentle, "It's rare to sleep late, it's okay... you worked hard last night gone."

That's true, it was really hard work.

Song Ran blushed and swallowed the porridge in his mouth, thinking about it and not knowing what to do next, he said solemnly and modestly: "No, no, I didn't work hard at all, I didn't work hard anyway, just lay down like that So, let you... er, let you move on it alone...Mr. He, if you work hard, just love yourself, don't worry too much about me, I won't die from exhaustion."

"..."

Songran is a person who is occasionally overly lively and careless when he speaks, and he can always do things that make people angry with one sentence.He Zhiyuan breathed out sharply, his eyes wandered to his upturned buttocks, his thigh muscles tensed immediately.

Song Ran didn't notice anything wrong, she opened her mouth and waited for him to feed the second spoonful of porridge.Before the porridge came, there was a sudden whirlwind, He Zhiyuan carried him to the head of the bed and sat upright, and immediately there was a bowl and a spoon in his hand.

"I'll make a call, you can eat by yourself."

He Zhiyuan's voice was slightly sandy, and he threw out a word with an unnatural expression, got up and left the bedroom.

When Song Ran dully figured out something was wrong, He Zhiyuan had regained his composure and sat on the sofa calmly watching TV.Song Ran walked to the sofa with his sore and tender waist, sat down slowly, and bumped He Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Well, you just...are you hard?"

He Zhiyuan stared at the TV screen: "Yes."

"Then tell me directly, why do you want to leave? I've done everything." Song Ran leaned forward, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and waved softly, "I'm also very happy if you react... I want it too."

He Zhiyuan smiled helplessly.

He grabbed the remote control to turn off the TV, comfortably pulled Songran into his arms, and leaned on the sofa together: "Baby, let me tell the truth, don't tell me, you can't afford even one finger now gone."

"..."

What's the matter with this feeling of fighting against the landlord?

Song Ran's mouth twitched.

In fact, he also knew that last night's action was too intense, and the Wonton shop was seriously damaged, and it was unable to open to the public for the time being. At best, it could only provide some marginal services, which could not satisfy his beloved Mr. He.

It shouldn't be teasing.

He admits his mistake.

Song Ran was like a little white dragon that had landed on the shore, stopped making waves, and lay on He Zhiyuan's chest obediently, with five fingers locked and tightly entwined.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, covering most of the area of ​​the living room.

Bu Doudou, who was invited to come to stay, slept on a thick mattress stretched out, and was accompanied by Xiao Q who was charging.The miniature hydroponic plants grow thin vines, climb out along the glass wall of the small fish tank, and start to explore new worlds, with the constant rhythm of heartbeat and breathing in the ears.

Song Ran felt that all this was so peaceful that it was unreal.

"Mr. He, are you real?" Song Ran raised his eyes to look at He Zhiyuan, and asked softly, "Will you disappear as soon as I wake up from sleep?"

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Of course not."

Song Ran frowned, still worried: "Will you stay in this house forever?"

"That's not necessarily true." He Zhiyuan scratched the tip of his nose lightly, "The future is still very long. We may change districts or cities, but I will always live in the same house as you."

Song Ran blinked her eyes twice, and said with a smile, "I'm so lucky."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because my Mr. He is so good, if I'm a step late, three or five days late, and I'm lying here listening to your love talk, maybe it's someone else."

He Zhiyuan smiled gently: "No. Before I met you, I never thought of starting a family."

Song Ran looked at him with disbelief.

It's no wonder that Song Ran didn't believe it. To him, this is probably a more touching love sentence than "I love you" - it's too touching, and it's not so easy to accept it.

He Zhiyuan put his arms around him, combed his hair with his fingers, and said slowly: "When I was young, my parents always quarreled. It's strange, they are clearly in love, and they are not very violent, but they live together Under the same roof, quarrels can't be stopped. I didn't like to go home since I was a child. The family was too depressing and full of gunpowder. I don't know when a frightening war will break out-the opportunity may be a spoonful of salt or a thread , a nail clipper, or just someone who was a second late in the conversation. I don’t know what other people’s families are like, but my own family of origin...has hardly any stability.”

"My parents are not bad people, it's just that the fate is not enough, the needle point is against the wheat, and the hatred is getting worse. Finally, they divorced and vowed not to communicate with each other until death. At that time, I hadn't been at the dinner table at home for nearly two years. It's delicious."

"I went abroad alone, and I have eaten in school cafeterias, fast food trucks on the street, cheap fast food restaurants, and frozen foods in supermarkets...everything is more at ease than the dining table at home, at least not during the eating process. Someone would take my food, throw it on the floor, stomp on it, and flip my table over."

"Songran, what kind of atmosphere should a family gather for dinner? It's such a simple thing. On that day, on the phone, Bubu happily told me which dishes you cooked for him...the real felt it."

"You make me want to go home, live under the same roof, sleep in the same bed, eat the same table, raise the same children. This home is not made for you, but you made it for me, get it ?"

Song Ran nodded, the corners of her eyes were moist: "Understood."

"So, have a little faith in yourself, and have a little faith in me, okay?"

"it is good."

Song Ran grabbed He Zhiyuan's shoulder, raised her chin, and kissed his soft lips.

That afternoon, Songran put on a plaid apron, emptied the refrigerator of 8012A, filled the refrigerator of 8012B, and said that he would cook a table full of sumptuous dinner for Mr. He.

He Zhiyuan accompanied him to handle the ingredients, washing, cutting, peeling, and chopping, each process took turns.The prepared ham is shredded like crumbs, the tofu is as thin as a hair, the shredded red pepper and green pepper are matched in a bright plate, and the scallops are opened one by one in the boiling water...

Busy until 03:30, Song Ran glanced at the clock, urged Mr. He to go to the kindergarten to pick up Bu Bu, and promised that when the father and son returned home, the dinner must have been beautifully arranged.

Mr. He picked up the car keys, pushed Song Ran to the side of the sink before leaving, and asked for a long kiss that almost overflowed the pot with boiling water.

At ten past four, Songran took out a sea bowl, ready to serve the boiled borscht - this was the last dish of the day.Somewhere, he didn't know where the impulse came from. He put down the bowl halfway and opened the kitchen window.

Just as he was looking down, a silver-gray Infiniti slowly came into view and parked in the umbrella parking space downstairs.

Mr. He came back with Boo Boo.

The setting sun was as red as blood, shining on a small lonely wooden bridge over shallow water, and there was no one on it.

Song Ran smiled lightly.

I'm not there anymore, he thought - I'm here, with them.

He filled a large bowl of borscht soup and placed it in the center of the table, and then set out three bowls of rice, three glasses of fruit juice and three pairs of chopsticks.

Just as he was finishing all this, he heard the crisp and pleasant ringing of the doorbell.

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