Edge of light and shadow

When Qianyan woke up, it was still early, so he slowly put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

"Are you up?" Cheng Yu sat on the sofa.

"En." Qianyan replied lightly, without anything to say.

"I'm sorry last night." Cheng Yu was sleepless all night, his eyes were bloodshot.

Qian Yan turned his back to Cheng Yu: "I can't blame you, a bitch has been a bitch even if she was a good one..."

Cheng Yu hugged Qianyan from behind, kissed his face and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Qianyan."

Qian Yan lowered his head and squinted his eyes: "What about a person like me who is extravagant|excessive but never repents?"

Cheng Yu grabbed Qianyan's shoulder and turned him to face himself: "I just don't like others touching you, even if it's your own brother, I don't want to see him pressing you like last night."

Seeing Cheng Yu's bloodshot eyes, Qian Yan's heart suddenly softened: "Are you jealous?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Hey, why are you so small?" Qian Yan couldn't help laughing.

"It depends on who's right, if it's Brother Zhe, he's going to find that Ah Hei in the cafeteria..." Cheng Yu hurriedly covered his mouth.

"You're miserable, I'll tell Brother Zhe to go." Qian Yan said "I'll catch you".

"Come on, Mr. Qian, let Xiao Xiao survive." Cheng Yu clasped his fists in both hands.

"That depends on your performance." Qian Yan gave him a blank stare.

"What are you showing? Go wash up quickly and sleep with drool all over your face. It's hard for me to kiss you." Cheng Yu pushed him towards the bathroom.

"Hmph." Qianyan entered the bathroom angrily.

After school in the afternoon, Qianyan called Han Yihuan: "Why don't you come back for dinner, kid?"

"I ate at school, and I have evening self-study at night, and school ends at [-]:[-]." Han Yihuan said out of breath.

"You're not studying in the classroom right now." Qian Yan heard a very noisy voice, as well as a girl screaming.

"I'm playing basketball."

"Heh, the magic of picking up girls." Qian Yan smiled evilly.

"What are you talking about, just relax." Han Yihuan was a little dumbfounded.

"You still bring your mobile phone while playing golf? You can't wait for a girl to come and ask for your number." Qian Yan definitely doesn't believe him, such a good opportunity.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid of missing your call..." Han Yihuan explained that he was afraid that he might misunderstand.

"Okay, okay, let's go play." Qian Yan hung up the phone.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Qian Yan called out.

"Bed delivery."

"Oh, I forgot the bed I booked yesterday." Qianyan murmured as she opened the door.An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Yu's mouth.

After eating, Qianyan helped Han Yihuan make the bed, lay on the sofa and sighed.

"Master Qian, is there anything bothering you recently?" Cheng Yu hugged Qian Yan into his arms.

"To prepare for the final exam, the first subject is Marxist Political Economics, then College English. Then to Accounting Principles, and Advanced Mathematics. Huh, what should I do? I'm dead, I'm sure I'll fail all of my subjects."

"I didn't expect you to have a day of fear." Cheng Yu felt ridiculous looking at his pitiful appearance.

"Are there any parents like you?" Qianyan broke free from his embrace.

"Don't I hate that iron can't be made into steel? Well, political economics is easier to test, let's study political economics first." Cheng Yu flipped through the textbook that Qianyan had thrown aside.

"It's easy for you to say, even if you bring me a book to cheat, I won't be able to find the answer." Qian Yan frowned.

"Then start to endorse today, from the beginning."

"Is it okay if you don't memorize it? I'm most afraid of memorizing it." Qian Yan cast a pleading look.

"If you don't memorize it, you will fail the subject, make up the exam, and then retake it. Even if you don't graduate at the age of 30, you still have to take this subject. After all, you can't escape Marx's palm..." Cheng Yu said solemnly.

"Recite it." Qian Yan looked helpless.

Cheng Yu was watching him endorse the book.

After a while, Qianyan laughed hard.

"Why are you crazy?" Cheng Yu looked at him in surprise.

"As long as I look at Marx, I think he and Engels are good friends."

"If he wants to see you have this level of ideological awareness, the most regretful thing in his life is that he wrote this book to educate you." Cheng Yu gave him a blank stare.

Qian Yan looked at Cheng Yu with a serious face, and didn't dare to say more and continue reading.

After a while, Cheng Yu laughed until his shoulders shook.

"What are you doing?" Qian Yan was very annoyed when he taught me with a straight face just now.

"Who told you that the two of them are gay friends?" Cheng Yu wanted to bear it, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You're not done yet, are you? You're not allowed to read the book." This time it was Qianyan's turn to look serious.

"Okay, look, look." Cheng Yu looked at the serious and shallow words and dared not say more.

After a while, Qian Yanxiao lay on the sofa: "Just based on my intuition towards men, I know that the two of them must..."

"You're not sick, are you? Why don't you let people live?" Cheng Yu finally couldn't help it, and hugged Qianyan with a smile.

Qian Yan turned her head and kissed Cheng Yu, her laughter stopped... Not long after, Qian Yan couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed again.

"Damn, spit on my face." Cheng Yu wiped his face.

"Deserving it."

"You deserve it? You asked for it." Cheng Yu picked up Qianyan and walked to his room.

……

After Qian Yan came out of the bathroom, he said to Cheng Yu, "I told you to memorize the book, but I ended up memorizing it on the bed. You are No. 1 in all ages, right?"

"Yeah, it's still such a political economy book. If it's a pornographic film, wouldn't the house be destroyed?" Cheng Yu said shamelessly.

"Damn, do you still want to be shameless?"

"I've ignored my face a long time ago." Cheng Yu fondled his hair while hugging Qianyan.

"Brother, I'm back." Han Yihuan broke in suddenly, Cheng Yu instinctively pushed Qianyan away, Qianyan stared blankly at Cheng Yu.

"Qianyan, I..." Cheng Yu wanted to step forward to grab Qianyan, but Qianyan avoided him.

"I understand." Qian Yan finished softly, then turned and went back to the room.

"Brother, is this my bed?" Han Yihuan was not very happy when he returned to his room and saw a new bed.

"Well, you can sleep in a new bed tonight."

"Actually, I want to sleep with brother more, to be warm." Han Yihuan stuck out his tongue.

"I don't like it, it makes me unable to turn over, my back hurts like hell." Qian Yan looked disgusted.

"Brother, you can't despise me like this." Han Yihuan put his arms around Qianyan.

"Han Yihuan, let me ask you, will you despise me?" Although he knew from the beginning that Cheng Yu would not face other people's eyes calmly, but the moment he pushed him away, he was stunned and disappointed.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Han Yihuan smiled helplessly, how could he despise him?

"But why..." Qian Yan didn't continue.

"Why?" Han Yihuan asked.

Qian Yan raised his head and said, "There's no reason, you hurry to take a shower, I'm covered in stinky sweat and choked to death."

"I'm not a brother like you. I just finished playing golf this afternoon." Han Yihuan took a pair of underwear and ran into the bathroom with a teary voice and a smile.

And Cheng Yu has been sitting on the sofa: What on earth do I want to do? Since I love him so much, why should I care what other people think?What am I afraid of?