Arty Records

Fang Sishen's biological clock has always been extremely regular, except for illness, he never sleeps in late.But today, I knew in my heart that it was time to wake up, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter what.He felt that he was trapped by the nightmare, and he wanted to move anxiously, but he couldn't move no matter what.Finally, the strong will overcame laziness, and I tried to turn over with my eyes closed.However, the body immediately sank into the bedding like a puddle of mud, limp and unable to move anymore.

"Sleep... Be good..." A voice murmured above her head.Something soft wrapped around her upper body, and then something heavy pressed her up.

The extremely exhausted and sleepy body finally defeated the will, and fell asleep in the dark.

In the end, I was completely awakened by dual physiological needs.Stomach growling can be ignored, but other problems cannot be ignored.Eyes still squinted, struggling to get up.

"What are you doing up? Let's sleep a little longer."

"Going to the toilet..." His throat was dry and sore, and it was difficult to say one more word.I tried to get out of bed with my arms propped up, but I fell into such a deep sleep that I hardly moved, my bones were stiff and my muscles were numb, and I couldn't control it at all.

The body suddenly turned around in the air: "I'll take you there."

Hearing the sound of the door, Fang Sishen's eyes were still hazy, but his mind finally cleared up.

"get out."

"I'll hold you up."

"go out."

"I'm afraid you'll fall. There's nothing to be ashamed of, we all..."

Fang Sishen supported the wall with one hand and the sink with the other: "Get out!"

"Okay, I'm going out..."

Hong Xinyao let go of him carefully, and stared at him while stepping back, seeing that he really seemed to be standing still, so he closed the door and stood outside.

After Fang Sishen dealt with his personal problems, he took a shower, put a basin of cold water in the end, plunged his whole face into the ice, and finally returned to his original state.Opening the door, he suddenly met a pair of nervous eyes and was startled: "What are you doing..."

Seeing that the other party was completely naked, the voice stopped abruptly.Immediately realizing that he was not wearing anything, he immediately lost his momentum, as if suddenly remembering what had happened, his face was burning red, and even the color of his ears and neck changed accordingly.

Seeing him making gestures to hug him, he quickly waved his hands and took a step forward: "I can walk." This step was fierce and hasty, and as soon as his knees softened, he fell forward, was caught by a pair of powerful arms, and was firmly hugged back On the bed, lying in the soft quilt.

Feeling his hand touching somewhere, his whole body shuddered: "Hong Xinyao!"

"Let me take a look." Hong Xinyao put his arm on his back to prevent him from moving around, "Don't be nervous, I'll just take a look."

To have such an intimate and shameful contact in a sober state is simply a cruel torture to the body and mind.Fang Sishen recalled all kinds of episodes when he was not awake enough last night, his face was so red that he was about to bleed.He admits that love and sex, affection and desire, are normal and beautiful for adults who recognize each other.But in any case, it couldn't resist the instinctive shy reaction both psychologically and physically.While comforting himself: he should just be unaccustomed to it, while trembling uncontrollably under the gentle caress of the other party.

Hong Xinyao thought he was uncomfortable, so he stopped: "Does it hurt?"

"No...it doesn't hurt much."

"I didn't bleed yesterday, but I was a little swollen after washing, and it's much better now. This ointment is very effective, bear with it, and it will be fine soon." Thinking that he might not be willing to say even if it really hurts, he lowered his head and looked carefully, applying the medicine Blow gently on one side.

"Ah... don't..."

"what happened?"

It was so embarrassing and awkward that I couldn't express it clearly, so I could only say in a trembling voice: "Don't... do this, itchy..."

Hong Xinyao's heart ached from that casual begging and grievance.Originally suppressed a lot of teasing, at this time all flew to the sky, leaving only infinite pity.

Covered with the quilt, lay down beside him: "It really doesn't hurt?"

Fang Sishen suddenly blushed and glared at him: "Why doesn't it hurt? Back pain, back pain, leg pain, everything hurts!"

"So... did you feel well yesterday?"

Fang Sishen choked.

That one provoked a smirk: "If you don't talk, is it comfortable?"

The thickness of his face was not of an order of magnitude at all, Fang Sishen closed his eyes and ignored him.

"It hurts all over, right? I'll rub it for you."

The warm and thick palm fell on his back, Fang Sishen couldn't help but let out a "huh".It's been a long time since I have exhausted my physical strength so purely and thoroughly. After being rubbed by him, even the last toes seem to be sore, and I can't feel the existence of muscles and bones at all.

After rubbing for a while, my mood slowly returned to normal, and I complained in a low voice: "I don't know restraint at all, it's not like I have a meal..." I couldn't say it.

That one said seriously: "I just want you to try which pose is the most comfortable."

Such a shameless and speechless answer.

"Tell me, which pose is the coolest?"

Hong Xinyao saw that he was repeating his old plan, but ignored him, and continued to smile badly: "If you don't talk, it's all good?" While talking, he was glued to it.

Fang Sishen felt a gust of hot air blowing against the pinna and into the earholes, and heard him ask, "Am I okay?"

Obviously there was no third person, that eerily low and sweet voice just stirred up the atmosphere to the point of being extremely secretive and ambiguous

"I think you're wonderful, really, you're almost flying. Do you think I'm good? Say, am I good?"

The more stubborn he was, the more Fang Sishen couldn't speak, and he was so ashamed that he had nowhere to hide.He still remembers the slow and meticulous grinding at the beginning, which gradually made smoke in his heart like drilling wood to make fire.After it really burned, the whole person was upside down and broken, losing both direction and time.When the last white light flashed through my mind, I no longer had any memory of what happened afterwards.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Hong Xinyao might not be able to ask.Turning over his shoulders, he said helplessly, "I don't want you to talk anymore, just nod and shake your head, right? Here, how about I, give me some indication, huh?"

His eyes were burning with eager anticipation.

Finally saw him move his head up and down, and a word came out indistinctly: "Okay."

"I knew it!" He held his head and kissed him loudly on the lips, smiling openly, overjoyed.

His stomach growled, and Fang Sishen finally had an excuse to get rid of his endless pestering: "I'm hungry."

"Ah, I forgot about this. The meal is outside, just waiting for you to eat."

Fang Sishen let him dawdle to help him get dressed, and when he went to the ground, he refused to let him hug him, and walked out slowly.There is a small hall outside the bedroom, where several pieces of antique-style modern furniture are placed, taking comfort and ornamental into consideration.Only now did he have time to observe the environment, his eyes flicked over the exquisite four-cornered palace lantern in the corner, he froze slightly, the red gauze covering it was taken off at some point.Thinking about it carefully, there is nothing out of the ordinary in the layout of the living room and bedroom, just the change of the light color creates a completely different look and feel.He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it, what a deep and charming metaphor the lights of last night were.

Hearing Hong Xinyao say suddenly: "Wait a minute." He turned back and entered the bedroom.

While he was in a daze, he came out again and spread the woolen blanket on the high-back sofa: "Okay, sit down."

A little uncomfortable, but not noticeable, more of a limp sluggishness.The meals are served on trays, with alcohol lamps burning underneath to keep them warm.Hong Xinyao filled a bowl of vegetable ball soup and handed it over.Feeling very comfortable seeing this, Fang Sishen picked up a spoon and ate it.His past life was too regular, he had never had such an indulgent moment, and he was still in a trance.

After eating for a while, I found that the person on the other side only had a bowl of soup, and asked, "Why do you only eat this?"

"I've already had one meal. This is two more bites to accompany you. It's afternoon tea."

Hearing the word "afternoon tea", Fang Sishen paused.Looking up, he saw the clock on the wall, and the spoon fell into the bowl with a clatter: "Why...it's so late?"

"It's not too late, I didn't get up until noon."

Fang Sishen didn't dare to ask him when he fell asleep, so he lowered his head and ate another ball, exclaiming, "Oops, I made an appointment with a few of them..."

"Han Bin, Jiang Caiyun and the others, right? I've already called, and I answered it for you, saying that you are sick, and let them take care of it themselves."

"Ah, is that so? Thank you..." This thank you is simply a habit, halfway through thanking, I remembered the reason and swallowed it back.

He asked his father for leave and will not go home this weekend.Because I have always been organized and refused to waste time, I felt that it was enough to set aside Friday night and Saturday morning, so I made an appointment with a few members of the research team for an interview on Saturday afternoon. I never thought that a relationship would be so exhausting. , Actually slept until more than three o'clock before waking up.

He vaguely thought, even if it was that time, even though he was uncomfortable for a few days, he should do what he should do without any delay, how could it be like this this time... He felt vaguely in his heart that it wasn't that he was uncomfortable this time, but... ...seemed to be too comfortable.The so-called indulgence is what it means...

What he didn't realize was that it was also the difference between being strong and being vulnerable, being helpless and having something to rely on.

After a bowl of soup bottomed out, Hong Xinyao brought over the thickly boiled black glutinous red bean porridge and steamed mandarin fish, and then sat on the side full-time picking fish bones.

Fang Sishen took several mouthfuls before realizing something was wrong.

Stop: "You don't do this."

"what happened?"

Pointing to the fishbone on his plate: "Don't be like this, I'm not a child..."

"I've eaten. Anyway, I'm free, so I want you to eat more."

"You have nothing else to do?"

"Yes. But other things are not as important as this one."

The logic doesn't connect at all.Fang Sishen had no choice but to eat in silence.After a while, she made up her mind and said again, "Hong Xinyao, I think..."

That one stopped and listened intently: "What are you thinking."

"I think, in the future...don't be like this...so..." The word "indulgence" could not be uttered after all.

"So what?"

Fang Sishen knew that if he didn't make it clear today, he might not be able to make it clear in the future.

"I think, in the future, don't be so...restrained. It's really..." Other reasons were hard to come by, and finally said, "It's a waste of time."

"Well, I will pay attention not to make you too tired." Hong Xinyao nodded with a serious face, and then asked with a serious face, "But how can this matter be said to be a waste of time? Didn't all the saints say it, what? It’s nothing more than eating and going to bed. If you don’t even have the time to do this, what’s the point of living?”

Fang Sishen wondered when the sage said such a thing, and then remembered the phrase "food, sex and sexuality".

No strength to correct him: "I mean, don't...too indulgent..."

"I see. What you mean is that you did too much yesterday, and you should do less in the future."

These words were even more blatant than the facts of last night, Fang Sishen nodded or shook his head, and buried his head in his meal.

"Actually, you know, when there is no money to find money, there are two ways, increase income or reduce expenditure." Fang Sishen couldn't help but look up when he suddenly mentioned an irrelevant topic in a serious tone.

"The one you said, doing less, is a conservative throttling. If you want me to say, throttling is not as good as increasing revenue, you have to do more. You need to exercise more, strengthen your physical strength, and adapt..."

Fang Sishen hated that all he had was chopsticks and spoons, and he couldn't do it by throwing bowls and hitting people, so he said in a low voice, "Shut up!"

It's a pity that the intimidation didn't work, and the bastard kept chattering: "I'm serious. I asked the old doctor, and he said that your lungs are not very good, and you still give lectures, which hurts your spirit the most. You shouldn't go out for a run at night. The air is too strong. Cool. From now on, I will go to the gym with me twice a week to see if there are any interesting and suitable activities. The place I will take you to must be quiet, so you don't have to be afraid of being disturbed."

Fang Sishen stared at him blankly, unable to say anything.With such meticulous care and care, I actually only felt a burst of panic in my heart.

"How stupid?"

"No……"

"Finished?"

"Ah."

"Let's rest inside, someone will clean up here."

When the two returned to the bedroom, Hong Xinyao saw him absent-minded and asked, "Still sleepy?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "I can't sleep anymore, what should I do at night?"

"Then what shall we do?"

When asked what to do, he would only think on the right path: "Isn't my computer in your car? Take it here..."

"I said, can you take a rest for a day?" Young Master Hong was deeply shocked and extremely frustrated, "Fang Sishen, can my status be a little bit higher than your computer's?"

Fang Sishen couldn't help laughing: "That's up to you."

"Hmm..." Hong Xinyao clapped his hands, "I happen to have something to read, let's read it together. You wait a moment." He quickly brought a large stack of thick books similar to picture albums over.

Fang Sishen's eyelids twitched.The experience of buying books with this young master is unforgettable, but reading books together is unimaginable.After taking it over, I found out that it was the spring auction brochures of several portal auction houses this year, and it was indeed very suitable for reading together.

Hong Xinyao sat down, pulled Fang Sishen on his lap, and flipped through the pages of the spring photography album, looking at the comments, taking into account both public and private interests.At the same time, he also spared time to interject routines: "I forgot to ask, you won't go back on weekends, what did you tell our dad?"

Well, become our father.

Fang Sishen had no choice but to let him go, saying: "Just say to come and see your courtyard, and also hold a meeting for the students in the research group."

Not a single lie.

After a while, Fang Sishen said again: "My dad doesn't control me as tightly as before."

Hong Xinyao thought of the mess between his father and son, and asked, "Why? You've already had a showdown with him?"

"Well. It used to be too tight. Now it's normal."

Hong Xinyao looked down at his face, he was very peaceful, presumably he had settled his father.

Both were serious about what they were supposed to do.Half work and half entertainment, I went through all the manuals, compared and discussed them decently, and made marks and excerpts.There are many classical Chinese in the introduction text, Hong Xinyao is only responsible for marking the circles on the pictures, Fang Sishen is responsible for the excerpts, and is also responsible for explaining the meaning.

Fang Sishen couldn't help asking: "Who usually explains to you?"

"There are consultants. But I specially practiced the stroke input method and checked it online, hehe. I usually look at the source and estimate the price, and then ask them."

I ate supper in the middle, and when everything was over, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

While sleeping, Hong Xinyao found that Fang Sishen had returned to his absent-minded look in the afternoon.Lie down next to him, hug him gently: "Sleep well, you are tired, let's talk about it next week."

There was no response to this stupid remark.After a while, I heard him say slowly, "I don't know why, but I feel a little flustered... Hong Xinyao, don't you feel this way?"

"It's too late for me to be happy, where is the time to panic?"

"Then I'm probably not used to it."

Hong Xinyao kissed him: "I'll get used to it soon."

There was a long silence.Hong Xinyao thought he was asleep, and he also became confused.Suddenly I heard him say: "Hong Xinyao, we are together, I want you to promise me something."

Immediately sober: "You speak. I listen."

Fang Sishen's voice was very small and his speech was very slow, but it was exceptionally clear in the dark: "There is only one thing, very simple, I want you to promise me that you will not do bad things in the future."

Hong Xinyao did not speak for a long time.But this is just his own feeling, in fact, it is only a few minutes.His intuition told him that Fang Sishen's request might be more difficult than the pursuit of Fang Sishen itself.

He heard himself ask, "What is... a bad thing?"

"You're so smart, you must understand. Some things can't be considered good, but some things must be bad. Can you promise me not to do bad things?"

Hong Xinyao heard his voice change, as if he was about to cry: "Apart from you these days, who dares to say that they will not do bad things? You know that they all do bad things, why should I, why..." timidly Ask: "If I...do something bad, will you not want me?"

Fang Sishen really wanted to say "yes" firmly, but he couldn't.He thought of his father, how he had been ostrich-unable to face certain facts.

"I will be sad." He repeated softly, "I will be sad if you do something bad."

Hong Xinyao buried her head on his shoulder, and said sullenly, "Okay, I promise you, I will try my best."

"En." Fang Sishen turned over and hugged him, this "try my best" is much more credible than a promise without hesitation.

"It doesn't make sense for me to make a request alone, and you can also make a request to me. We, we are the same."

Young Master Hong's eyes lit up immediately: "Really, really?"

"of course it's true."

"Then... I only have one, it's very simple."

"You talk. I listen."

"It's just... in bed, you have to listen to me."

"Crack!" There was a sound.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"Hey! Why are you hitting me? Hey! It hurts, it hurts!"

Young Master Hong stretched out his limbs and tightly trapped him including the pillow and the quilt: "Why are you so angry...I'm teasing you."

Biting his ear: "It was just a joke, but now it's real. There is really only one thing, very simple. That is - I want to hear you say 'I love you'."

This request is not excessive.Not only is it not too much, but it is reasonable and appropriate, and should be fully satisfied.

"I..." Fang Sishen opened his mouth, and the second word stayed on his lips.Because of all his life experience, all the education he has received, he has never had the opportunity to say this word.The deeper reason is that even though there are ten thousand ways of expressing love in the traditional culture of the Xia Kingdom that he is deeply immersed in, there is no such foreign-style, modern, and straightforward declaration of "I love you" at all. .

He suddenly grabbed Hong Xinyao's hand, held it with his fingers interlocked, and then silently pressed it against his chest.

That one actually understood, put his head in his arms with the other hand, and sighed: "Needless to say, you nod your head and let me know." Feeling his head rubbing against his chest, he announced loudly like announcing victory ,"sleep!"