jump for joy

Song Han's parents called one night in advance to wish Song Han a happy birthday. Pei Chuan was still using the hair dryer to blow Song Han's hair, "Say hello to my parents."

Pei Chuan answered the phone with trembling hands, "Mom and Dad", Song Han rushed to Pei Chuan's waist with question marks all over his face, "Hi, auntie, uncle, I'm Song Han's roommate Pei Chuan"

Pei Chuan's voice is nice and flattering. On the phone, Song Han's parents were still saying, "Song Han is a very stubborn child, and his temper is not very good. You are so tolerant and tolerant."

Pei Chuan scratched the back of his head, "Auntie, what about you, Song Han in my...class listens to the teacher very well, doesn't fight and studies well, and is willing to help others. He has a sense of collective honor." The one who has a sense of collective honor is now looking at the person standing by the window One wonders if this idiot is really talking about himself?

Song Han snatched the phone from Pei Chuan and heard his parents say that he would have another chat with Pei Chuan. Song Han hung up the phone and raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows at him, then plugged in the hair dryer to blow his hair, thinking , don't talk about idiots, if you continue to talk, my parents will be able to tell you something about the fact that I used to wear crotch pants

Song Han chose to wear the white bow tie shirt he bought with Pei Chuan on his birthday. Song Han has been alone for too long and doesn't remember that his birthday is coming. He used to make a long-lived noodle when he was commuting, but This idiot, Pei Chuan, started counting down from the previous week

Waiting for Song Han to follow the appointed time and place, Pei Chuan drew the map of going to the roof of the teaching building on the roof. There is no evening self-study on Saturday, so get out of class will end much earlier than usual

The sky in the distance is slightly pink, and the outline of the moon can be vaguely seen, and there are still undissipated fire clouds near the sun

Song Han thought that he and Wu Hao seemed to have gradually become acquainted since the beginning of school, and eating was also a playground, and even the incident with Xu Miao was caused by these few people.

Song Han took the gypsophila and gifts from everyone. Pei Chuan chose a cake and specially ordered simple white and blue to make the whole, with a few stars dotted on it, and bought some beer

Song Han thought that if he didn't transfer schools, didn't meet Pei Chuan, and didn't have surprises everywhere in life, it might be that he was studying in a muffled voice, calling his parents every day, discussing a few questions with Zhou Jing and then going to sleep

Luo Wen was obviously drunk again, so Wu Hao carried Luo Wen home first, accompanied by Xue Zesheng. The two girls took a taxi together and sent a text message to Pei Chuan. Pei Chuan and Song Han on the rooftop were still drinking on the ground. The empty beer can, Pei Chuan looked back before leaving

Pei Chuan took Song Han's hand and scratched his nose, "Go back to the dormitory?"

Song Han was still wearing a school uniform jacket, took out his mobile phone and called an online car-hailing service, while waiting for the driver to answer the phone, he shook his head and "go home"

Song Han still had the Gypsophila in his hand, and Pei Chuan was still carrying a gift bag. Song Han hummed a song to buy some egg tarts for Pei Chuan at the cake shop next to the community. There were still fresh vegetables and melons in the refrigerator. Sure enough, Song Han and Pei Chuan changed into pajamas one after another

When Pei Chuan came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Han sitting on the sofa staring at the gift, and then slowly opened it. Pei Chuan's gift was a hand-copied violin version of Song Han's single cycle number one ancient song. There is a CD, Song Han can see the silhouette of himself and Pei Chuan through the light

Putting it on the player, I found that there was only one piece of music, which was the down-keyed version of the piano played by Pei Chuan. Pei Chuan sat on the sofa with his right leg crossed over his left knee and looked at the unpacked presents from Wu Hao and others.

Seeing Song Han turn around and sit next to him, he watched the music broadcast on TV and then looked at Pei Chuan who was browsing Baidu Encyclopedia on the sofa, "Did you ask for leave that day to get these?" Pei Chuan nodded upon seeing this, Song Han saw it clearly this time, Pei Chuan didn't wear the earrings that he routinely wears every week to celebrate Song Han's birthday this time

Song Han nestled in Pei Chuan's arms and didn't know what to say for a while. He said that this person skipped half a day of class to work on these things for him, or that this person had already thought of himself so thoughtfully. It seemed neither. Song Han put his arm around Pei Chuan and sat down When he got up, there were tears in his eyes. Under the light, Pei Chuan noticed that Song Han's pupils were an intoxicating brown.

"I haven't had such a meaningful birthday for a long time. I thought I would never meet you in my life and then follow my parents' advice to get married and have children. I have never been so dependent on a person around me until I met you , you are very special, especially when I am not your boyfriend, my eyes have followed you, thank you for coming and making me feel partial, I love you, Pei Chuan"

Pei Chuan looked at Song Han with a smile in his eyes, threw his phone on the sofa, turned around and overwhelmed Song Han, Song Han's hand was still around Pei Chuan's neck, and Pei Chuan asked for a kiss, until the last two people's left hands crossed together

It was already a little hot in mid-May, and the two teenagers on the sofa were clasping their palms together, and it was already as hot and humid as the sea. When Song Han kissed Pei Chuan, he would occasionally half-close his eyes and look at the sinking Pei Chuan, thinking to himself: Pei Chuan is a person I know will never leave traces of age on his face until death, he has no fat beer belly, no irritability of business failure, he will always be the 18-year-old boy I know

Can you believe it, this boy who kissed me, this boy whose lips are a bit swollen and not breathable, and whose face is already pink, is the boy I want to be with this year, the year after, and the year The boy who accompanied me for years is the boy who is willing to accept and show my emotions, the boy I am willing to submit to

- i love you more than i thought