How's your day

Cheng Fei took the plaster and went to the milk tea shop to resign. The store manager agreed immediately when he saw his miserable situation. Not only did he pay him the salary for this period of time, but he also made up a red envelope.

Afterwards, Cheng Fei stayed at Song Yu's house, and he could walk to school in ten minutes when there were classes, and lay down at Song Yu's house when there were no classes.

In the past two days, the wound on his leg has been scarred. At night, when Song Yu has connected the bathtub with water, he will put his hands up and soak in it for half an hour. After soaking, he will stand with his hands up and ask Song Yu to dry off the water drops on his body. .

Cheng Fei went back to school on the way, packed up some books he usually read and changed his clothes, Song Yu deliberately left a small corner in the cabinet for him to put his clothes.

But his books haven't been treated so well.

The table in Song Yu's bedroom was full of things, within a radius of one meter was a restricted zone, Cheng Fei couldn't even touch it, and his books were naturally not qualified to be placed on it, so they had to be piled up on the dining table in the living room, Cheng Fei wanted to read I have to go to the table to watch it all the time.

Sometimes Song Yu would go to class with Cheng Fei, but he usually sat in the last row to play match [-] games silently or sleep on his stomach. He had no intention of listening to the class. After class, he would go to the cafeteria with Cheng Fei to eat meal.

If Cheng Fei has no class in the afternoon, they will go home together, and if there is class, he will accompany Cheng Fei to finish the class and then go home together.

Although Cheng Fei often spent the night at Song Yu's house before, it was the first time that they spent almost 24 hours together for such a long time.

However, their cohabitation life, which looks like cohabitation but actually is cohabitation, is unexpectedly harmonious. Cheng Fei thought that after living together, there would always be some conflicts to some extent, and they were even prepared to quarrel.

But I didn't expect that after staying for a few days, the relationship between him and Song Yu was not only calm and harmonious, but also had a tendency to become more and more sticky.

He could feel that Song Yu's attitude towards him had changed a little compared to before. Although he was always cold-eyed at him, shut up and leave, but faintly, he became more dependent on him.

When he stayed in the room, Song Yu would lie on the bed and play with his mobile phone. When he was reading on the dining table in the living room, Song Yu would sit on the sofa and watch TV. Except when he went to the toilet or took a bath, Song Yu almost did nothing. Stay in the same space with him.

These two days are even more obvious. I used to accompany him to class occasionally, but these days I have accompanied him to every class. During the break between classes, I went for a walk with him in the small woods in the school. No one's corner secretly kissing.

Cheng Fei felt that Song Yu was like a kitten, which looked fierce, but once he recognized the master, he would become clingy and obedient, so well-behaved, that his heart softened into a puddle of water.

If there is anything unsatisfactory in the cohabitation life, it may be Song Yu's kitten.

No, it can't be called a kitten anymore, it should be called wool.

The kitten officially had its name a few days ago, and it was Song Yu who personally named it. In his words, the kitten curled up on the bed looks like a ball of gray wool at first glance.

Yarn is the most important existence in their family now, and it is Song Yu's treasure in his palm. Cheng Fei can't mess with it, and he has to detour when he comes across it.

However, Maoyan just likes to stick to Cheng Fei. Whenever he sees Cheng Fei, he will pounce on Cheng Fei, begging to be stroked childishly, making Cheng Fei wonder if he has catnip hidden on him, otherwise why Maoyan likes it so much? he.

The woolen thread reminded Cheng Fei of the giant Alaska at his grandmother's house, and it always jumped and licked it when he saw him, wishing to stick it on him.

But Cheng Fei was not interested in creatures like pets by nature. If Maoyan stayed quietly by the side, he would occasionally think up and touch it, but if he clings to him all day long and begs to be petted, he really has no patience.

But the family is so big, Song Yu will stay wherever he stays, and wherever Song Yu stays, he must hold his little woolen yarn in his arms, which causes Cheng Fei to face the situation of being entangled in woolen yarn every day. situation.However, Song Yu was still sitting next to him, making him dare not speak out, so he could only pretend to enjoy it.

But when he was really annoyed by the wool, when he turned his head and saw Song Yu sitting next to him, with a smile in his eyes, looking at him and the wool gently and quietly, he lost all emotion and just wanted to be with him kiss.

Whenever this happens, he will pretend to play with Maoyan for a while, pretending to be very involved. He knows that Song Yu likes to see him and Maoyan having fun.

Maybe Song Yu regards Maoyan as his own child, he doesn't know, but if Song Yu likes it, he would be happy to let him play with Maoyan for a day.

"Is that plaster cast of yours about to be removed?" Song Yu sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding the remote control to change one by one.

Cheng Fei was sitting next to him, holding a book in his left hand, and raised his head to look at Song Yu when he heard Song Yu's words, "It seems like it will take another week."

Song Yu threw the remote control aside, "Stretch out your legs and let me see."

Cheng Fei didn't know what he was going to do, but he obediently put his legs in front of him.

Song Yu pressed Cheng Fei's leg against his own, rolled up his pajama pants, and looked down at the wound on his calf, "The scab is almost falling off."

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and Cheng Fei felt itchy, so he hid away, "It didn't itch these two days, but it was very itchy when the wound was formed two days ago."

Song Yu pulled up his pants, "Hurry up and take off that thing in your hand, I'm so tired of waiting for you to take a shower every day."

Cheng Fei is actually fine taking a bath by himself now, but he just likes Song Yu helping him, "There's still a week left."

"You have to take a bath every day? Can't you take a bath every two or three days?" Song Yu said.

"No." Cheng Fei said seriously, "It's been hot for the past two days, and I've been sweating a lot. If I don't wash it, it will stink."

"You don't have any trouble with wool." Song Yu said from the bottom of her heart.

Before going to bed at night, Song Yu and Cheng Fei were lying on the bed, the wool lying between them, huddled into a small ball, and fell asleep.

Cheng Fei turned sideways, facing Song Yu, and said softly, "Are you asleep?"

Song Yu, who was playing with Matches, turned his head to look at Cheng Fei, then turned his head to look at the mobile phone with the screen on in his hand, then turned his head to look at Cheng Fei, and whispered, "Are you blind?"

"Just an opening remark, just ask me." Cheng Fei said, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Song Yu didn't want to talk to him, and continued to focus on Xiaoxiaole in his hand.

Cheng Fei moved a little towards him, and gently touched Song Yu's waist with his left hand under the quilt.

Song Yu glanced at him, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Fei's hand deftly slipped into Song Yu's pajamas, and gently drew circles on his smooth skin, "It's been more than a month, don't you want to?"

Song Yu glanced at the wool and whispered, "The wool is still there."

Cheng Fei's hand slowly moved up, "Let's put it in the living room, shall we let it sleep in the pumpkin nest today, it hasn't slept since we bought it."

Song Yu bit her lip, a little hesitant.

Cheng Fei propped himself up, leaned over Song Yu, lowered his head and kissed Song Yu's lips, "Are you okay?"

Song Yu didn't speak, and he kissed again, "Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?" He kissed more and more vigorously, and asked with a kiss.

"Okay." Song Yu pushed him away, "I'll take the wool out first."

Cheng Fei raised the corners of his lips and kissed again, with infinite tenderness, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Cheng Fei had a class in the afternoon the next day, but Song Yu didn't go with him. He said he was going to the basement and would return to Oolong to sing in a few days.

Counting the time, Song Yu hadn't been to Oolong for more than a month, and what he told Cheng Fei earlier was that he only asked for leave for a week, and Cheng Fei hadn't thought about it during this time.

"Is there no problem since you haven't been there for so long?" Cheng Fei asked.

"what is the problem?"

"For example," Cheng Fei thought for a while, "there is already a new resident band, so your band has already been expelled."

"The band is still our band, but the lead singer has changed, so there is no such thing as the band being fired." Song Yu said.

"Then what if you go back and replace your lead singer?"

Song Yu really didn't understand how he came up with such a stupid question, "Go on to the next job, or do I have to give him my seat?"

Seeing that Song Yu was a little impatient, Cheng Fei quickly said: "No, no, I just asked casually, and I don't know much about how bar singers like you operate."

Now Song Yu was really annoyed, "What do you call a resident singer in a bar like us?"

Cheng Fei immediately fell silent, and made a zipper motion on his mouth with his hand.

Song Yu ignored him, took out a coat from the closet, and put it on.

Cheng Fei waited for him to get dressed, hugged him from behind, and put his head on his shoulder, "Then I'll go find you after class, okay, we'll have dinner together when you're done."

Song Yu patted his hand on her waist, "Come on, I want to wear shoes."

Cheng Fei didn't let go, and stuck to Song Yu's body like a plaster, and followed him to the entrance.

Song Yu tried to bend down, but he didn't bend down, and said angrily: "How can I wear it when you hug me!"

Cheng Fei immediately let go of his hand, and quickly kissed him on the cheek, "I finish class at [-]:[-], and take a taxi to go there at [-] o'clock."

Song Yu ignored him, bent over to take out shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them on, then got up and put the mobile phone on the shoe cabinet into the coat pocket.

"I want to eat hot pot. Let's go eat hot pot after you rehearse." Cheng Fei leaned on the shoe cabinet and continued.

"You still have a plaster cast on your hand, what a fart of hot pot." Song Yu said.

"Isn't this going to be demolished soon? It doesn't matter." Cheng Fei said, "I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time. Recently, I eat takeaway every day, and I almost eat all the restaurants around me."

"Okay, eat." Song Yu looked at Cheng Fei, "So can you let me go?"

Cheng Fei leaned against the side of the shoe cabinet, just blocking the door, he got up and moved away, and confirmed with Song Yu: "Then I will go find you after class."

Song Yu nodded perfunctorily, opened the door, walked out, and closed the door.

Cheng Fei looked at the door that was ruthlessly closed, then at the wool attracted by the sound, lowered his head and plucked the wool from his trousers, and said, "Your father has already left, I won't touch you."

Mao Xian couldn't understand what he said, so he meowed at him ignorantly.