New year greeting

That night, Song Xinyuan did not beg Feng Deng to take a bath for him.Outside the window, dark clouds are rushing, and the moon is half-bright, which is a harbinger of rain.Slight summer has just passed, and this year's rainy season is extremely long.

Feng Deng found Song Xinyuan's pajamas and asked, "Can you do it yourself?"

Song Xinyuan took the pajamas, took the initiative to walk into the bathroom, opened the door slightly, and only showed his head: "Yes."

Feng Deng leaned against the door, frowned: "Didn't you say you can't wash last time?"

Song Xinyuan blinked his eyes and said with a look of embarrassment: "I have learned, I am super smart."

"Yes, you are a little genius," Feng Deng nodded his chin, and instructed, "Don't be playful, wash it up, and call me if you have something to do."

"Know it."

Song Xinyuan locked the bathroom door behind his back, and saw the playful bath towel with complicated eyes.He patted his cheeks, stood under the shower, let the running water flow through his body, but the pimple in his heart couldn't be washed away no matter what.

His memory is a kind of metaphysics, creating and closing new worlds for him anytime and anywhere, without any basis or reason.The two rows of dragon fruit potted plants reminded him of many things - his and Feng Deng's college days, the reasons for breaking up, and the entanglements since the reunion.

He thought that pushing Feng Deng into a deep valley would cut off his bad relationship with Feng Deng with his own hands, but after a round, he returned to Feng Deng's side again, like a mentally handicapped, it was a waste of effort.How does Feng Deng treat him, hate him, pity him, or really like him?Like a dork with a mental problem?

Song Xinyuan thought about the treatment he received before and after waking up, and secretly guessed that Feng Deng probably liked being silly.What about him, how should he face Feng Deng now?If Feng Deng finds that he has returned to normal, will he leave him?To be honest, even though he had complaints about Feng Deng, he didn't want to leave for the time being. People always do this, and they don't want to suffer when they have tasted some sweetness.He's had enough of asking for trouble, but what should he do next?

Song Xinyuan was helpless, so he continued to play dumb.He took a long time to take a shower, ran out with wet hair, and was caught by Feng Deng.

"Why don't you wipe your head?" Feng Deng pressed Song Xinyuan on the bed, dried Song Xinyuan's hair before going to wash.

Song Xinyuan lay down and flipped through Weibo. Because he hadn't shown his face for a long time, half of his fans took off. Some people thought that he was hidden by the company, so they went to question Jia Yingjun. When they learned that he had suspended work due to his father's death, they felt sorry for him even more and silently Waiting for his return to the screen.

Song Xinyuan scrolled through the fans' comments, full of emotions. He debuted by luck, heartless, and didn't care much about the rules of the entertainment industry. However, he is not as good as before. He is alone and has no other family members. people.

"Stop playing with your mobile phone, it's not good for your eyes, go to bed early." At this time, Feng Deng walked to the bed with his upper body bare, squeezed Song Xinyuan's waist, and got up to blow dry his hair.

Song Xinyuan stared at Feng Deng's back and curled his lips. He even said that he was 29 years old, why did he still treat him like a child?

After Feng Deng finished drying his hair, he put on his clothes and asked, "Going to the bathroom?"

Song Xinyuan glanced at Feng Deng's abdominal muscles, and whispered, "No."

Feng Deng sensed his eyes and held his hand: "Want to touch?"

Song Xinyuan shook his head pretending to be naive: "I'll just count how many yuan I have."

"Touch it." Feng Deng put Song Xinyuan's right hand on his abdomen, "Have you counted clearly?"

"Six yuan, brother, it's so hard here." Song Xinyuan poked at the muscles of his hands, and then touched his stomach, "Look, I'm so soft."

"I can't tell," Feng Deng reached out and rubbed Song Xinyuan's stomach, "It's really soft and bulging, are you full?"

Song Xinyuan blushed a little: "I'm not full."

Feng Deng lifted Song Xinyuan's pajamas, and directly touched the warm and soft belly: "Why is it swollen, is it uncomfortable?"

"I don't know, it's not uncomfortable." Song Xinyuan stopped Feng Deng's movements, and got under the quilt, as if shy.

Feng Deng patted Song Xinyuan through the quilt: "It seems to be pregnant with a baby."

"..." Song Xinyuan was puzzled, "Brother, I'm a boy, how can I have a baby?"

"It doesn't matter, gender doesn't matter," Feng Deng said solemnly, not letting Song Xinyuan go, "As long as you study hard, you can learn to have children."

"Liar, always lie to me." Song Xinyuan bit Feng Deng's arm, covered his face with the quilt, faintly heard Feng Deng's chuckle, rolled his eyes, and said abruptly, "How can you have a baby, brother?" Taught me."

Feng Deng put his arms around Song Xinyuan, his expression calm: "Go to sleep, the days ahead will be long."

Song Xinyuan secretly slandered that Feng Deng was really boring.

When he was drowsy, the heavy rain suddenly came, and the thunder was rolling. Song Xinyuan couldn't figure out where he was for a while, so he couldn't help but burrowed into Feng Deng's arms. He felt Feng Deng's breathing, and vaguely recalled that his father It also rained heavily the night he was released from prison, and his eyes were instantly wet.

Feng Deng touched Song Xinyuan's face, turned on the bedside lamp, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Xinyuan sniffed and said sullenly, "It's thundering."

The rumbling sound was like an explosion in his ears. Feng Deng wiped away Song Xinyuan's tears with his clothes, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, rain and thunder are normal, just like hiccups when you are full."

Nonsense.Song Xinyuan: "Is it so noisy when I hiccup? Do you think I'm noisy?"

"No," Feng Deng looked at him a few times and kissed him, "I like talking back more and more, sleep."

Song Xinyuan closed his eyes in bewilderment, thinking, how good it is to be a fool, forget the past, put aside grudges, pretend to be a fool who doesn't understand anything, be cherished and loved, even if it is a kind of pity, he will Would rather be intoxicated than wake up, would rather live in a lie.

The next day was sunny and cloudless.After Song Xinyuan got up, he received a call from Li Mingzhou, who urged him to leave.

"Song Xinyuan, have you had enough fun? When will you go home?"

Song Xinyuan said dissatisfied: "I have only been out for two or three days."

Feng Deng heard Song Xinyuan's reply and turned his head to look over.

Li Mingzhou: "It's not short, shouldn't you change your clothes?"

Song Xinyuan looked directly at Feng Deng, with pride in his tone: "It's changed, my brother bought me new clothes, he is super nice to me."

Song Xinyuan pointed to the wardrobe and signaled Feng Deng to help him get his clothes.Feng Deng put the short sleeves on his head and even changed his pants.

Li Mingzhou gritted his teeth angrily: "How many things have I bought for you, why don't you know how to be grateful?"

Song Xinyuan said innocently: "Okay, then I thank you."

He hung up the phone and got out of bed as if nothing had happened.

Feng Deng suddenly grabbed the back of Song Xinyuan's neck, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you planning to go back? Aren't you planning to live with me?"

Song Xinyuan tentatively said: "No, it's just... I want to make money to support my family. He said he would take me for treatment... Brother, am I abnormal, won't living here drag you down?"

Feng Deng hugged Song Xinyuan, with a gloomy expression: "No, you are not sick, have you forgotten, I went to the doctor yesterday, and I was the one who was sick."

Song Xinyuan found the checklist from the drawer, and simply asked, "What's wrong? What does this mean?"

A few lines of words were written in the condition column, and one word stood out: lithromantic, unrequited love.