I miss you today

Weny,

Of course I have my way.

In fact, I originally wanted to give you a lucky stone. Recently, this is popular in school. You are a Pisces, and the lucky stone is amethyst.But I know you don't like flashy things, so I chose the cup after thinking about it.

Not a cup, but a (only) cup.

——Mask

Song Weining was sitting on the sofa, his mind was still in a mess, in a state of complete confusion.

The familiar living room layout in front of him, the soft and comfortable sofa, the warm and pleasant ambient temperature...all remind him that he is now going back to Cheng Cheng's house.

And only 10 minutes ago, he had just left from here.

You'an is very happy, he likes to stay at Cheng Cheng's house, even if his request to watch the projector is rejected by his father, he is still very satisfied if he can only sit on the mat and play with building blocks.

Cheng Cheng poured a cup of hot water for Song Weining to calm his shock.He noticed that Song Weining's ears were still red up to now, it seemed unreasonable for a man who was married and had children to be so innocent?

"Does your roommate often do this?"

"...Nope," Song Weining lowered his head and took a sip of water to ease his emotions, and murmured, "I seldom see him, but I think he's rather homely, I don't know he's like that..."

Speaking of that roommate, Song Weining couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He thought he was just a little sloppy and rude, but he never expected to be so "casual".

Song Weining had just turned the key to open the door, and when he looked up, he saw the clothes scattered from the door into the room, and the man and woman who were entangled fiercely on the sofa.

Cheng Cheng was tall, and the hall light was on, so he could see clearly what was going on in the room.

Song Weining closed the door as quickly as possible, the only luck was that he listened to Cheng Cheng and let You An go by himself, this time he was not hugged by him, so he didn't see anything, only heard the sound of panic coming from inside the room When he cursed with alcohol, he didn't react, and suddenly cried in fright.

Later, under Cheng Cheng's kind invitation, Song Weining had no choice but to be taken home by Cheng Cheng again. At first he thought about staying for only one hour on the way back, but Cheng Cheng said that one hour might not be enough.

Thinking of Cheng Cheng's teasing expression when he said that it might not be enough, Song Weining's white and red face turned red inexplicably, like a ripe peach.

"Just stay here with me, there is room available, your place... after all, it's not very convenient now."

Cheng Cheng deliberately asked Song Weining to recall the scene he just met. Song Weining's face was a little red, and his ears were burning after hearing Cheng Cheng's words. Now his eyes are dodging and he dare not look directly, like a rabbit ready to run away at any time, so cute People want to swallow it in one gulp.

The person he likes is unexpectedly simple in that respect, and no one can help being secretly happy.And Cheng Cheng never believed Liang Heng's so-called Song Weining's ambiguity, he believed in his own judgment even more.

Cheng Cheng pursed his lips, and said in a good mood, "I'm going to clean up the guest bedroom, you sit down first." It's still necessary to fix the room first, and the rabbit regretted it and ran away again.

"...Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." Song Weining remembered, and said again, "I'll help you."

"No need." Cheng Cheng came out of the master bedroom, and put a stack of clothes on the armrest of the sofa beside Song Weining.

"It's almost nine o'clock, let's go take a shower. This set of home clothes and towels are specially reserved, and there are also Kankan's bought ones that haven't been worn before."

Song Weining saw the two sets of home clothes, the child's one was a set of pajamas with light yellow stripes, and the adult one was the light gray that he often wears. The folds were neat and clean, which showed the meticulousness of the owner.

"Thank you! I'll wash Youan first."

"Well, there are things for children in the bathroom, and there are also children's bathtubs. Come, let me tell you."

Having lived together in a homestay abroad for a period of time, the two of them didn't need to talk about these details of life, and because of this convenience, Cheng Cheng was able to arrange all the children's products at home in the name of his little nephew.

"Fatty, come here quickly, let's take a bath." Song Weining greeted the children.

"Father, play with building blocks!" You'an held up a box and shouted to Song Weining.

"Come take a shower, and play after washing."

"Oh! Take a shower~"

Youan likes to take a bath, because you can play with water happily, and for such a young child, there is no difference between being in the favorite uncle's house and in your own bathroom, and they still wanton water fights, tossing the poor father.

After taking a bath, Song Weining skillfully brushed the little devil's teeth, applied lotion, put on clothes and socks for the little demon king of Sa Huan'er, and then carried him out.Cheng Cheng was not in the living room, only saw the master bedroom door was ajar and the light was on inside, Song Weining didn't make a sound.

You'an brought the box just now to Song Weining. It turned out to be a box of Lego blocks, a set of large fire trucks.But when he opened it, he found that although the transparent film had been removed from the box, the inside was brand new, and the building blocks were still packed in small bags.

"Bought for Kankan, he already has the same set."

Cheng Cheng came out of the bedroom and explained casually that he actually bought a new toy for the children specially. Because he saw Kankan Sun in Liang Yan's circle of friends, he felt that it was time for Youan to play Lego too.

This is similar to the feeling that if other people's children have it, my family must also have it.

But Song Weining didn't know his mentality, of course he was embarrassed to disassemble new things, but just as he was about to close the box, You'an had already climbed off the sofa, grabbed a bag of building blocks in each hand, and rushed towards Cheng Cheng.

"Come on, Uncle will help you open it." Cheng Cheng took the bags in You'an's hand, tore them open for him one by one, and poured the building blocks into different storage compartments.

When he did this, he took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the sofa, next to Song Weining. Song Weining was looking at the building blocks along the half of his extended arm, but after looking at it, he realized that Cheng Cheng should have taken a bath just now. She changed into a dark gray nightgown, with a belt loosely tied around her waist, revealing her beautiful bustline slightly.

It's no wonder that Song Weining was looking around, it's just that Cheng Cheng came over with a body full of water vapor and the scent of shower gel, and there was a slight height difference between the two of them, Song Weining only had to turn his head to see this scene first.

Then came Cheng Cheng's pitch-black eyes staring at the building blocks in his hands, and the slightly moist strand of hair hanging beside his left eye.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are really handsome?"

Cheng Cheng was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Song Weining, his deep black eyes seemed to be filled with water-like fluctuations in the arc of his hair.

"..." Song Weining was so embarrassed that he stared at him like this, and just wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in.What did he say during the few seconds when his brain froze!

Cheng Cheng smiled lowly at this moment, "Someone said it, but... have you ever praised others like this?"

After all the building blocks were disassembled, You An threw himself on the side of the coffee table, picked out the wheels first, and started to put together the fire truck he had seen with great interest.

"...No." Song Weining said frankly weakly, as a man, Song Weining had never had the experience of praising a man as handsome.

"That's good." The smile in Cheng Cheng's eyes deepened, spreading from the corner of his eyes to his mouth, "I'm very happy."

Song Weining was even more embarrassed, and a little bit at a loss. Cheng Cheng is such a handsome guy and talented, and there should be countless people who praise him. Is this simple and old-fashioned compliment of his really worthy of his happiness?

"I'll play with You'an for a while, you go wash up."

As Cheng Cheng said, he also moved a small stool for himself, squatting tall in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, and playing with Lego blocks with the children next to him.

One second, he was still a sexy, mature and handsome man, but the next second, he suddenly changed into a little brother who was an expert with his baby.

And the most important thing is that Song Weining can always resolve the inexplicable little embarrassment without any trace, and let the atmosphere return to the harmony and warmth among friends.

"Then I'm going to wash it?" Song Weining observed You'an, but there was no sign of looking for him.

Song Weining, who used to solve the washing problem while the child was asleep, took a bath when someone was watching Youan for the first time, and he was not used to it for a while.

However, everything went unexpectedly smoothly, and Song Weining spent probably the most peaceful night since returning to China.

The next day, Song Weining was awakened by a sense of suffocation, only to find a small meatball sitting on his chest, and his little hand was pinching his nose.

"Dad, I'm ashamed ~ Dad stays in bed!"

Song Weining sat up, hugged You An in his arms and rubbed him round, "Little villain, have you learned how to bully Dad? Huh?"

You'an giggled, dodging his tickling attack.

"Are you awake?" Cheng Cheng heard the movement outside and walked in. An apron was already wrapped around the home clothes.

Cheng Cheng glanced at Song Weining and frowned slightly, "Looks like you didn't sleep well last night?"

"Fortunately, I slept well."

Song Weining rubbed his eyes, actually You'an was really good last night, and the bed was really comfortable, it was his own problem.In the middle of the night, I was still automatically thinking about things in a mess, things about You'an, things about the hospital, things about my roommates, and in the end, I managed to find a way out that didn't count as a way out.

The black color under Song Weining's eyes can't deceive anyone, and Cheng Cheng didn't expose him, "I made breakfast, let's get up and eat."

"Oh~ Let's eat!" The child hugged his belly and followed Cheng Cheng out of the bedroom, "I'm waiting for Dad, let's eat together~"

Cheng Cheng praised him for being good, "Yes, yes, we have to wait for Dad to wake up and have dinner together."

Song Weining entered the bathroom like a wandering soul. On the sink were the towels and toothbrushes he had used yesterday. He was about to brush his teeth when he got them in his hands, when he found another set of toothbrush cups for adults next to him in a daze. On the same row of shelves, there are different colors of the same style.

Song Weining stared at the curly-haired person in the mirror and the home clothes he was wearing, as if he really realized that he was not in his rented house at the moment.

Song Weining was fully awake, hurriedly rinsed off the bubbles in his mouth, and washed his face with water. When he went out, he saw Cheng Cheng serving dishes, and he also went to help.

Half the table was set up for breakfast, there were shredded carrot and potato pancakes, steamed dumplings with fresh meat, multigrain porridge, roasted sweet potatoes, and white eggs. When Song Weining served the dishes, he found that they were all just out of the pan.

It's only eight o'clock in the morning, Cheng Cheng didn't know what time he got up to make these, and there were steamed dumplings, Song Weining thought to himself, take a bite, the stuffed with fungus and lean meat, the taste is definitely not the kind of quick-frozen stuff.

"It's delicious," Song Weining complimented without hesitation, and felt a little guilty. There are two more people, not just two more pairs of chopsticks. "It's troublesome to get up early and make these?"

Cheng Cheng shook his head, "No trouble, just simple things."

"It's been very good."

In Song Weining's memory, his breakfast was bought from the breakfast shop when he was a child. Later, when he went abroad, he bought buns and steamed buns from the cafeteria to fill his stomach. When he was out of the house, he ate whatever he had, seldom fried eggs, let alone make it himself. Breakfast is so thoughtful.

After dinner, Song Weining estimated the time on the one hand, and on the other hand was also worried about the embarrassment of meeting his roommate, so he planned to send Youan to the counseling center for class.

Cheng Cheng also wanted to go to work in the company, so he offered to drive them off, but Song Weining declined, "It's late now, we don't go on the way, so don't delay your check-in."

The main store of Great Wall Piano Store and the consultation center are indeed two directions.But Cheng Cheng didn't go there, and he didn't need to check in.

"I'm going to another store today, and I'll drop by with you, let's go, there will be a traffic jam on this road in a while."

So at any time, Song Weining, who could be "dropped in" by Cheng Cheng, took the so-called hitchhiker to reach his destination, and then watched You'an warmly wave his little hand to say goodbye to Cheng Cheng.

"Uncle Orange, watch cartoons at night~"

Song Weining thought, this is not going to work, the problem must be solved fundamentally, and it cannot be delayed any longer.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Cheng Cheng's house.

Youan watched cartoons, while Song Weining lowered his head and swiped his phone.

It was rare to see Song Weining staring at his phone for so long, Cheng Cheng came out of the shower, walked behind him, and found that he was browsing a rental website.

"Want to change houses?"

"Hmm..." Song Weining replied subconsciously, looked up and saw Cheng Cheng, who sat down beside him.

"Your roommate, it's better to have another one."

"Ah? Uh..." Song Weining couldn't help feeling embarrassed when mentioning that roommate, "It's not all because of him."

Cheng Cheng paused, stared at Song Weining's slightly red side face for a while, and said, "Why don't you come and live with me?"