Fog River

After visiting several stores, I finally settled on the bed after struggling for a long time. The bed is simple in European style, with iron black inlaid guardrails at the head and end of the bed.

I didn't buy a solid wood bedside, so it's hard for Chi Shu to grasp, and it's hard to support and exert strength when I'm bored.

The two spent a long time in the furniture city, and finally drove Chi Shu to the school at the maximum speed limit, leaving the rest of the work to Bian Yan.

It's rare for someone to miss work at the tobacco shop, and hand over the work to Li Juan, and work on the second floor by herself.

Men are born with a strong ability to assemble, not to mention the matter of building a bed has been done a lot since Bian Ji came out to live, and the bed was assembled without much difficulty.

The mattress and quilt covers were bought directly from the store, and Bian Yan didn't let the clerk do it. He just asked them to send it to the stairs on the second floor. He didn't want others to get involved in this matter.

The mattress was very soft, so Chi Shu added a thin silk mattress, and the quilt cover he bought was also made of lambswool, in short, it was all so soft that it didn't touch.

While touching the tiny fluff, one by one exploded between the fingers, like tiny velvet flowers, and the fluffy touch was very much like the slippers worn at Chi Shu's house that night.

Bian Yan couldn't help but think of the softness of Chi Shu's bed that night. He half knelt at the end of the bed and buried his upper body in it.

The softness is the same, but the taste is different.Without Chi Shu's taste, the softness brought by the plush touch is completely gone.

He got up disgusted, didn't look at the bed again, and turned to pack other things.

In fact, I was tired of packing up things very quickly, but this time it was different, I had to put my heart into it.

Chi Shu bought quite a variety of things, ranging from small clips for hanging photos to large upright air humidifiers.Bian Yan is actually a rather lifeless person, but when he packed these things, he kept thinking about whether it would be inappropriate to put this thing here, and whether it would be in the way if it was placed there.

After thinking about it, I didn't get it done for several hours. In the end, Li Juan thought he was too boring, so she put it away for him.

But this made him even more uncomfortable. Looking at the layout of the room, he was overwhelmed. It was obvious that Li Juan helped him, but in the end he only got a muffled thank you.

This state lasted until Chi Shu came back from evening self-study.

Chi Shu put the answer sheet on the coffee table, walked over to look at it, and said with a smile, "Why do you have such an expression, who recruited you?"

After speaking, he added jokingly: "It can't be me."

"No," he paused in disgust at cutting the fruit, and tensed his jaw, "it's not you."

"Who is that?" Chi Shu took an apple to eat, and asked while leaning against the cooking table.

"No one," Bian Yan finished the oranges and put them on a plate.After a moment of silence, he asked, "Are you staying here tonight?"

The man asked knowingly, Chi Shu glanced at him, and the bad taste came up: "No, I'll go back and get the clothes, tomorrow."

Bian Yan hummed slowly, moved a little closer with the plate in his hand, and pursed his lips: "You still have some clothes to change here."

Chi Shu couldn't stand what he said, and he stuffed an orange into his mouth: "Stop talking, I won't go back, I'm just kidding you."

"Well, I'll accompany you to pick up the clothes tomorrow," Bian Yan opened his mouth naturally, and said without chewing twice, "sour."

Chi Shu also ate a piece, and replied, "It's not sour, did you eat something sweet just now?"

"No, it's not sweet that Teacher Chi didn't come back." Bian Yan lowered his eyes, looking a little aggrieved.

How could this Chi Shu not understand, couldn't hold back his smile, leaned over and pulled Bian Yan's neck, and kissed him.

Chi Shu looked at him and asked, "Are you still sour?"

"It's not sour anymore," Bian Yan pulled him away and kissed him again, "It's so sweet."

Chi Shu clicked his tongue pretending to be disgusted, and smacked his tongue: "Boss Bian, you were not like this before. Did someone point you out?"

Bianyan pressed the man's lips and did not let go, and replied no, but after a while, he smiled and replied: "This is because I can't help it for you."

Now Chi Shu knew which expert gave the advice, and confirmed the words, it was him.

"You're so smart and practical," Chi Shu pushed him with a smile, but then sighed again, stretched out his hand and rubbed his tired browbones, "You put it away and don't recruit me, I'll return it at night." There are papers to be corrected."

When Chi Shu said that he still had work at night, he suppressed his nascent mood again, but he couldn't show it, he was a little too ignorant, so he could only say hello.

With work to do, Chi Shu had to be with him while he was bored. Chi Shu was short on time, so he quickly took a few mouthfuls of the fruit platter he was chopping and took his clothes to take a shower.

After taking a shower, I sat down in front of the desk that had just been installed today with the paper in my arms, picked up the red pen and started to correct it.

The writing is still as good, but the content is still as bad. In addition, today’s set of papers is difficult to choose, and the content of the composition is also closely following current political hotspots. How can students who are trapped in school all day long write such in-depth essays? Yes, it looks pretty bad.

Chi Shu couldn't be soft-hearted. After a series of scores, there were hardly a few in the top [-]. If half of the scores were changed, Chi Shu would be exhausted.

But Bian Yan didn't know his progress, kept his ears open, and finally heard the sound of putting down the pen, thinking that the correction was over, and ran over like a Bian dog who smelled the smell of meat.

In the end, he just stood behind Chi Shu, and saw him picking up his pen again to correct the papers at the desk, and glanced at the table, only halfway through the stack, and the excitement in his eyes disappeared completely.

Bian Yan's movement was not small, and Chi Shu could notice it. While looking at the test paper, he pulled the person over with his backhand, and when he finished scanning the last word, he pulled Bian Yan down and kissed him, and drew a score on the test paper with his hand.

"Hurry up, don't worry." Chi Shu coaxed.

A kiss could calm the anxiety that sidelined him. He pinched Chi Shu's neck and asked, "Are you thirsty? Do you want something to eat?"

"No need," Chi Shu squeezed his wrist bone with one free hand, "Please help me adjust the light, it's too bright."

Bian Yan said yes, and leaned forward leaning on the table to adjust the light for Chi Shu, but this light was newly bought by Chi Shu, and it didn't have a single button. Chi Shu.

"Just the touch button," Chi Shu scored, raised his head, and just as he was about to say something, he caught sight of the marks on Bian Yan's back.

Chi Shu frowned and reached out to lift the corner of his clothes, and a tattoo mark that ran through the entire spine hit his eyes.

"What's this on your back?" Chi Shu looked up a little panicked, "When did you... get tattooed?"

Bian Yan knew something bad in his heart when his back was cold, and now he didn't know how to answer Chi Shu's question for the first time, but he looked at Chi Shu as if he was a little angry, and leaned over to touch him.

Although Chi Shu didn't know much about tattoos, he had also seen related short videos on the Internet, and he hated such a big piece of money. Needless to say, it cost money and time.

Although the two of them haven't been together all day long, it's impossible not to notice such a time-consuming thing, unless the side is trying to hide it.

Chi Shu couldn't tell what he was feeling, even with a cursory glance, he could see what the tattoo looked like.

It's just the initial line frame, which hasn't been painted yet. From the top of the spine to the spine of the tail, there is a line with the pinyin of Chi Shu's name tattooed on it, and there are angel wings on it.

What paper is Chi Shu still correcting? He put down the pen and hooked a chair with his foot: "Sit there."

Bian Yan himself knew that this matter was not done well, so he sat down obediently, but moved a little closer with his feet, and the two knees touched, the distance was just enough to reach out and touch.

"What do you think I'm doing, not explaining?" Chi Shu looked at him a little funny, but tensed.

"Explained, explained," Bian Yan pursed his lips, organized his words for a while, and looked up at Chi Shu, "I just want to tattoo you."

After finishing speaking, he put aside his legs, held Chi Shu's hand and moved closer, let him touch his face, and kissed the heel of Chi Shu's palm.

"Chi Shu, I've never been so down-to-earth. I used to have nothing on my back and no solid ground under my feet. But it's different now. With you here, you can support me, so I have to give you my back."

"My back...wasn't clean. They hated me and said I wasn't worthy of working with my back straight, but I didn't. Every time they whipped my back, I was tense, but the scars were deep, Slowly, the one on my back is clean. Your name must be tattooed on the cleanest place."

You hate this person, knowing that you can't stand it, but you still step on it.

Use the lightest tone to make the most ruthless effort.

"You really are..." Chi Shu's heart was sore and soft, and he couldn't say anything, so he pulled him over and touched his back.

Chi Shu knew about the injuries on Bian Yan's back. He wanted to ask in bliss, but was knocked away by Bian Yan's force.

I should have asked earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have found out until here.

Chi Shu's eyes were sour, with hatred and distress, he touched it for a long time: "You are too cruel, how can I stand it."

"I'm afraid you won't love me anymore." Bian Yan also knew how cruel he was, so he tilted his head and kissed Chi Shu's ear, "I'm sorry."

Chi Shu took a deep breath, his chest was throbbing, and he hugged him for a long time.

Slowly, Chi Shu regained his strength, and let go of the edge: "Show me."

Bian Yan knew that this was over, and immediately responded, standing up and revealing the tattoo.

It was similar to Chi Shu's glance just now, but some details were seen more clearly, such as his name, and the small feathers wrapped around the name.

One by one, all pierced in.

Chi Shute wanted to cry, but he couldn't hold back the surging emotions. He didn't dare to use any force when he touched those lines.

"When did this happen to you? Why didn't I notice it at all." Chi Shu asked with a choked voice.

As soon as Bian Yan heard that his voice was not right, he turned around in a hurry, hugged him and did not let go, apologizing and coaxing him all the time.

Chi Shu turned his head to avoid his falling kiss, and glared at him: "I asked you when!"

"Just two weeks ago." Bian Yan lowered his eyes and called softly, "Don't be angry, I was wrong."

"You're wrong if you're wrong." Chi Shu suppressed it and wanted to laugh a little, but there was still steam in his eyes.

Knowing that he couldn't hold it anymore, he joked: "Bian Yan, I didn't see it, you can hide it."

Hearing these words, my heart felt empty, and I subconsciously tensed up: "No, I..."

"Come on, you apologized well, you have to do it next time." Chi Shu moved forward and bit him, angry in his heart, but he was not willing to go too far, a little punishment would do.

After biting, Chi Shu pushed him away and sat back in the chair again. While flipping through the test paper, he said, "I'll settle this matter with you later, and you go to the bed to warm the quilt first."

These words are sweet.

Bian Yan couldn't wait for Chi Shu to find him to settle the score, so he happily responded and rushed back to the bed, doing the work of warming the bed honestly, without showing the slightest disgust in the afternoon.