New year greeting

Song Xinyuan is a bit weird recently.

At first, Feng Deng didn't notice anything unusual about Song Xinyuan.He is busy with work and is used to leaving early and returning late, so he seldom meets Song Xinyuan during the day.Before he went out, Song Xinyuan was still awake, and when he came back at night, Song Xinyuan had already fallen asleep.

On Saturday night, Feng Deng finished an operation and got off work early to rest.He went to the vegetable market and went home to cook four special dishes, all of which were Song Xinyuan's favourites.However, Song Xinyuan didn't take a few bites.

"What's wrong? Don't like it?" Feng Deng asked.He seldom chatted at the dinner table, except on special occasions.Obviously, Song Xinyuan is not normal.

"No, I ate too much during the Chinese New Year, and I was overweight. It's time to lose weight for the new play. You can eat, don't worry about me." Song Xinyuan hesitated.

This statement sounds reasonable, and it is hard to find a loophole.Feng Deng glanced at him and continued to eat.

The next day, Song Xinyuan also talked less, always frowning, hesitantly peeking at Feng Deng, whenever Feng Deng looked at him, he would go up to ask for a kiss, and after making out, his cheeks were flushed.Seeing that he was as clingy as usual, Feng Deng was secretly relieved.

Song Xinyuan did have troubles, but he wanted to hide it from Feng Deng.When eating lunch, he only moved a few chopsticks for vegetables, leaving half a bowl of rice.

"It's okay to eat meat, it won't gain fat." Feng Deng pointed to the boiled pork slices and spicy chicken diced, intending to add vegetables to Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan shook his head: "I'm full."

"Unhappy?" Feng Deng raised Song Xinyuan's chin, observed for a moment, and suddenly said, "My face is swollen."

Song Xinyuan quickly covered his face and said in a panic, "No, I slept too much, it's just edema."

Feng Deng took off Song Xinyuan's hand, touched Song Xinyuan's cheek, and said with a stern expression, "Open your mouth."

"Hiss—" Song Xinyuan closed his mouth tightly, jumped up and ran, but was hugged by Feng Deng.

Feng Deng locked Song Xinyuan's limbs, carefully looked at Song Xinyuan's face, and concluded: "Toothache?"

Song Xinyuan bit his lip, not daring to lie, so he had to acquiesce.

"It's been hurting for a few days, why didn't you tell me?" Feng Deng asked, "Song Xinyuan, you are not a three-year-old child, what are you thinking?"

Song Xinyuan was afraid of being scolded, so he put his arms around Feng Deng's neck and rubbed it vigorously: "Brother, don't scold me, I'm afraid you won't kiss me if you find out." He knew Feng Deng's weakness, and he became more and more fond of acting like a baby.

The atmosphere eased up a bit, Feng Deng kissed Song Xinyuan and said, "No."

"It's not this kind of Franco-friendly, it's that kind."

"Which?"

"Put your tongue in, and then... anyway, if you kiss me, I won't hurt anymore." Song Xinyuan lay on Feng Deng's shoulder embarrassedly.

Feng Deng said indifferently: "Go to the dentist, otherwise don't think about anything."

Song Xinyuan opened his eyes wide, struggled for a while, and replied sullenly: "Okay."

In the afternoon, Feng Deng took Song Xinyuan to see the dentist. The doctor said that Song Xinyuan had a wisdom tooth, which would affect his daily life. He suggested pulling it out after the swelling subsided.Song Xinyuan took the medicine and agreed to have his teeth pulled. If he disagreed, Feng Deng would be angry.He had lied to Feng Deng for nearly a week, so he couldn't make things worse for himself.

After the new year, Song Xinyuan realized that Feng Deng attached great importance to him. He liked to test Feng Deng. The premise of his small tricks was Feng Deng's tolerance for him. Although the method was clumsy, he still felt sweet.

In the world of love, there are smart people and there are foolish people.The former is calm and unhurried, knowing how to shoot and close the net at the right time, while the latter is too stupid in love, showing his feet accidentally, cute and flustered.

In Feng Deng's eyes, Song Xinyuan was a beautiful little idiot, Feng Deng naturally wouldn't say it directly.

On the way home, Feng Deng repeated the doctor's advice while driving: "For the next half a month, eat liquid food, don't eat spicy food, don't stay up late, go to bed early at night."

"I didn't stay up late, I was waiting for you, I wanted to see you before going to bed, but I fell asleep while waiting..." Song Xinyuan whispered, "You don't wake me up when you come back, and you don't say hello to me in the morning. I never see you."

Without saying a word, Feng Deng drove the car into the parking lot, took off his seat belt, and leaned over to Song Xinyuan: "I'll take a rest in a few days, do you want to go out and play?"

Song Xinyuan smiled, and quickly straightened the corners of his mouth: "I can't run around. Don't neglect your business and make money."

Feng Deng nodded: "Forget it, get out of the car."

Song Xinyuan grabbed Feng Deng's clothes and looked out the window: "We're not going anywhere, you can stay with me at home when you have time, okay?"

Feng Deng gave a "hmm" and helped Song Xinyuan unbuckle his seat belt before saying, "You can make video calls to me when you are bored."

Soon, the two stood at the gate of the villa. Song Xinyuan looked at the small empty garden and said impatiently, "Spring is coming soon, and we can plant things soon."

"What do you want to grow?" Feng Deng asked.

"Grow something easy to feed, such as peppers, green onions, green vegetables..."

"..." Feng Deng reminded Song Xinyuan, "Don't you want to plant flowers?"

Song Xinyuan said as if nothing had happened: "Flowers are not practical, they will be thanked when they bloom, and it is a waste of energy to grow flowers. Why don't you grow flowers and I grow vegetables?"

Feng Deng lightly tapped his chin: "What kind of flowers do you like?"

"Ask knowingly, you can figure it out."

In the evening, Song Xinyuan ate vegetable porridge, bathed the cat, and finally finished tossing and getting wet. Fortunately, the heating in the room was fully turned on.After taking a shower, he hurried into bed.Feng Deng cleaned up the bathroom, went to bed to read, and rubbed Song Xinyuan's head from time to time.

Song Xinyuan was so tickled by Feng Deng that he couldn't help poking Feng Deng's abdominal muscles. After eating the tofu, he moved his hand down.Feng Deng grabbed Song Xinyuan's wrist and said in a normal tone, "Sleep."

Song Xinyuan sat up suddenly and got into Feng Deng's arms: "Brother, I have a toothache and I can't sleep."

Feng Deng held Song Xinyuan's buttocks and turned upside down: "The more you suffer, the more it hurts, don't talk, close your eyes."

"You hug me, I can't sleep even more." Song Xinyuan gnawed on Feng Deng's Adam's apple, and said in a negotiating tone, "Can you help me?"

How to help?The answer is self-evident, Song Xinyuan hasn't been intimate with Feng Deng for a long time, and he is panicking.

Feng Deng said indifferently: "No, if you get excited, you will have a toothache more easily."

Song Xinyuan shook his body, and said shamelessly: "Take it easy, the point doesn't matter. I tried my best not to make a sound."

"Don't mess around, come down."

Song Xinyuan touched Feng Deng's thing and rubbed it: "You agreed to accompany me."

Feng Deng patted Song Xinyuan on the back with deep eyes: "Don't regret it."

Having said that, Feng Deng didn't make up his mind after all. Considering that Song Xinyuan was uncomfortable, his movements were a little gentler than before.Song Xinyuan kept his promise and didn't yell loudly halfway.

Before going to bed, Song Xinyuan grabbed Feng Deng's arm and said in a daze, "Brother, goodnight kiss..."

Feng Deng wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Xinyuan's eyes, and kissed Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan licked his lips and muttered, "If you don't stick out your tongue, it doesn't count."

Feng Deng was silent for a few seconds, and bit the tip of Song Xinyuan's tongue: "Good night."

The author says:

A greasy routine.