New year greeting

help me.

Song Xinyuan hugged Feng Deng's neck tightly, rising and falling with Feng Deng's movements, and exhaled ambiguous sounds, like cool, like painful, listen carefully, but it is a cry, a catharsis.The itching that emanated from the hole spread to the whole body under repeated impacts, and finally poured into the heart.

He was saved and then fell, and he couldn't do without Feng Deng.Song Xinyuan cannot do without Feng Deng.

Feng Deng supported Song Xinyuan, walked to the sofa, and laid Song Xinyuan flat on the sofa.Song Xinyuan stretched out his limbs and entangled Feng Deng reluctantly, with an obsessed expression.From disliking to liking, he has experienced confusion and anxiety; from loving to being loved is his self-affirmation process.At this moment, he believes that he is loved, and he does not hesitate to express his love.

"Brother, don't go..." Song Xinyuan opened his legs obediently, pure and frank, recalling the episode just now, he quickly changed his words, "Honey, come in."

Feng Deng narrowed his eyes, looked at Song Xinyuan's posture, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and wanted to tease Song Xinyuan: "Aren't you hungry?"

Song Xinyuan repeated "hungry", "hungry" and "hungry" in his mouth, but he didn't say where he was hungry, and stared at Feng Deng's figure with wet peach eyes.Feng Deng caught a glimpse of the ice cream on the coffee table, picked it up and said, "It's melted."

"Eat it."

"how to eat?"

Feng Deng didn't wait for Song Xinyuan's answer, opened the ice cream, leaned over to feed it to Song Xinyuan, and went up and down.Song Xinyuan put his arms around Feng Deng's shoulders contentedly, and yelled, "It's so sweet, so comfortable...Brother is so good, so powerful——"

"..." Feng Deng stopped, panting slightly, "Where is the sweetness?"

Song Xinyuan stretched his neck hastily and opened his mouth: "Here, try it, brother, you, you kiss me."

Feng Deng was silent for a moment, then suddenly pressed the back of Song Xinyuan's head and gagged Song Xinyuan's mouth.Song Xinyuan is obviously not young, why is he acting like a baby more and more?

Smart ghost, Song Xinyuan is a cute smart ghost, not stupid at all.

Half of the box of ice cream went into Song Xinyuan's stomach, and the other half spilled on Song Xinyuan's body and into Feng Deng's stomach.In the end, Feng Deng and Song Xinyuan took another bath and fell asleep hugging each other.

The next morning, after Song Xinyuan woke up, listening to the movement in the bathroom, thinking of the absurd night, his heart was hot, and he hid under the quilt, refusing to get up to see anyone.However, the room was so big that he couldn't avoid Feng Deng at all.

Song Xinyuan sat up, rubbed his hot cheeks, looked up at the closet, hesitated for a moment, lay back on the bed, and thought to himself, forget it, the closet is too stuffy, anyway, I have done it and called it a long time ago, why am I ashamed now? Woolen cloth?

"Are you awake?" Soon, Feng Deng walked out of the bathroom, wiped off the drops of water on his chin, and asked lightly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xinyuan showed half of his face, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "It's a little weird behind, it seems that there is something stuck in it."

Feng Deng coughed, with complicated eyes: "Don't make a fuss, wash up and apply medicine, get up and eat."

"Oh." Song Xinyuan realized that he was already in his pajamas, got off the bed happily, took two steps, his smile froze, pretended not to stand properly, and fell into Feng Deng's arms.

Feng Deng held Song Xinyuan's waist and frowned: "It hurts?"

"No." Song Xinyuan rubbed Feng Deng's chest and couldn't help but said, "Dr. Feng, I forgot to tell you last night that I like you, I like you so much."

Feng Deng looked at the decorative painting in the corner with dazed eyes. After a while, he patted Song Xinyuan on the back: "I know, you have already said it."

"I'm afraid you will forget, but you must not forget."

Song Xinyuan, a clever ghost, no longer asked Feng Deng "what about you", he wanted Feng Deng to remember his heart.After getting along day and night during this period, he finally learned to wait until the person he likes responds to him. He takes the initiative but does not force Feng Deng. He is willing to say the same words thousands of times.

"Don't forget, I like you."

"Ah."

Song Xinyuan sat at the dining table, drank a bowl of porridge, calmed down, and asked Feng Deng cautiously: "How was your conversation with the dean yesterday?"

Feng Deng said frankly: "I can't go back to the affiliated hospital because of my personal reasons. Dean Li can recommend me to go to other hospitals for further studies."

Song Xinyuan couldn't accept it: "Start from the beginning?"

"Relatively speaking, this is a good result."

"You agree?"

"No, I'm thinking about it."

"I'm really not reconciled, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Song Xinyuan, if you are not reconciled, audition and join the group as soon as possible," Feng Deng said, "Stand high and help me satisfy my vanity."

Song Xinyuan was surprised: "You also have vanity?"

"Everyone has a vanity."

Song Xinyuan said with a sad face: "What if I can't do it, I'm so stupid."

"You are not stupid."

"But I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know, I'm afraid to talk to them if you're not around."

"How did you act in the past?"

"Imagine you by my side, scolding me, scolding me, urging me, I don't want to let you down."

"..." Feng Deng patted Song Xinyuan's head, "You can't let me down in the future."

Song Xinyuan glanced at Feng Deng, and said embarrassedly: "You are always with me now, thinking that you are not here, I feel very sad, and I don't want to do anything."

Yesterday's situation flashed into his mind, and Feng Deng understood what Song Xinyuan meant.He said: "Song Xinyuan, I can't be with you forever, our lives are separated."

Song Xinyuan opened his eyes wide, with disappointment in his tone: "Why can't we live together? Aren't we together?"

"Yes, we are together, but I have my job, you have yours, I can't give up my job for you, and you can't stand still because of me, we can't see each other every day, you understand?"

Song Xinyuan nodded, then shook his head: "I understand, but I want to see you every day, and I want to be with you every day."

Feng Deng picked up the phone and checked the time: "We will practice separately in the afternoon, one hour, two hours, three hours...one day, two days, three days...Try slowly and you will succeed."

"Don't!" Song Xinyuan stood up and held Feng Deng's hand excitedly, with tears in his eyes, "Don't separate."

Feng Deng secretly sighed, Song Xinyuan seemed sober, but in fact he never thought about parting. Song Xinyuan felt unwilling for him, hoped that he would go back to work in the hospital smoothly, and promised him to film, but never thought of separating from him.

"Brother, can you not separate?" Song Xinyuan found out his mobile phone and played a recording in a panic. "I can help you. I have evidence to prove that you have done nothing wrong."

After listening to the recording, Feng Deng was really surprised: "When did you record it?"

"A long time ago, when I was filming in the hospital," Song Xinyuan tugged at Feng Deng's sleeve, and asked slowly, "What is your relationship with my father? Why did you target him?"

Feng Deng said indifferently: "It's just a teacher and a student. He seems to regard me as someone else, and touches me when he's drunk, so I took revenge on him. Do you blame me?"