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Happy Children's Day

"I..." Zheng Yao said dumbly, with his mouth half-opened, all the words stuck in his throat for a moment, because Xiao Shuyuan's complexion was not very good-looking, and his brows were tightly frowned.

That sentence had a deterrent effect, and for a moment, Zheng Yao no longer had those so-called toughness and bravado, he was like a wild beast stripped of all his camouflage, lost his minions, and had to put his softest The belly was exposed in front of Xiao Shuyuan.

Xiao Shuyuan was angry.

But no matter how angry he is, Zheng Yao is the most important thing to care about.

Xiao Shuyuan took off the hat that Zheng Yao had forced on his head, and put it on for him again. Holding the brim of the hat with one hand, and resting the back of Zheng Yao's head with the other, he adjusted the hat to the best position.

"Xiao Shuyuan, you..." Zheng Yao wanted to speak, but then he was put on a mask. His voice sounded muffled. Seeing Xiao Shuyuan unbuttoning his shirt jacket, he asked a little guilty, "You... what are you going to do?" Well……"

Xiao Shuyuan didn't answer immediately, but unbuttoned them one by one, took off his coat, and wrapped Zheng Yao involuntarily.He tugged at the skirt of his shirt with both hands, and brought the person closer to his arms, "Follow me home."

After saying that, he grabbed Zheng Yao's wrist, and it was not hard to feel his hot palm through the sleeve of his shirt.

Zheng Yao was obediently led by Xiao Shuyuan, watching him sullenly lead him to the underground garage through the safe passage.

During the process, Xiao Shuyuan kept holding his hand and it hurt a little, but Zheng Yao didn't speak.

Along the way, Xiao Shuyuan didn't say a word, his face was so dark that the air was almost frozen.After returning home, I didn't go to work, but I wasn't in the living room either, but went to the study alone.

Because he knew that once he let go, Zheng Yao would definitely ask the reason for what he said.

In fact, he had no choice and didn't know how to speak. The secret in his heart had been held back for too long. If it weren't for such a situation, the secret finally found a broken gap and revealed clues.

Compared with confessing his feelings for Zheng Yao, he prefers to keep this secret in his heart all the time.

Admitting his cowardice and self-blame is harder than confessing.

Everything was back to the original point, as if the tenderness of hugging each other and sleeping together that night had only briefly appeared in a dream.

Zheng Yao fell asleep on the sofa again, which was also his original position.And Xiao Shuyuan readjusted his work and rest time, kept working in the study, and didn't come out until eleven o'clock.

Often when Zheng Yao fell asleep, he came out of the study, stood a few meters away from Zheng Yao, glanced at him from a distance, and returned to the room after only one glance.

He wasn't angry with Zheng Yao, he was just angry with himself.

Three years ago, it was he who was unable to accompany Zheng Yao to survive, and three years later, it was Zheng Yao who wanted to push him away.But he only needs to be satisfied and has no resentment, and it is enough for him to be by Zheng Yao's side.

When Zheng Yao woke up in the morning, Xiao Shuyuan had already gone to work. There was a ready-made breakfast on the dining table, and a small note next to it. On it were a few neat and beautiful words written by Xiao Shuyuan, "Remember to eat breakfast, Cold medicine should not be taken on an empty stomach."

Zheng Yao stared at the note for a long time, then carefully put it away and put it in his music book as a bookmark.

Every morning, Zheng Yao could eat the breakfast made by Xiao Shuyuan, and the note would still remain, but in the next few days, Zheng Yao's fever improved, and Xiao Shuyuan stopped reminding him to take antipyretics.

The turning point in their relationship came one night a week later.

There was some red wine in the wine cabinet at home. Zheng Yao knew about it early in the morning, but this night was the first time he saw Xiao Shuyuan sitting at the bar drinking, and the first time he didn't go to the study to work.

When walking towards Xiao Shuyuan, Zheng Yao didn't know why he felt guilty, maybe he saw the sadness in Xiao Shuyuan's eyebrows, or maybe he had something on his mind.

Zheng Yao sat down opposite Xiao Shuyuan, before he could speak, Xiao Shuyuan raised the wine glass in his hand, "Drink?"

There seemed to be a thin layer of mist on the lenses of his glasses, which made Zheng Yao feel a little hazy. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still nodded, "I want to drink."

So Xiao Shuyuan opened some ingredients in the wine cabinet behind him and began to mix wine for Zheng Yao.

Zheng Yao looked at Xiao Shuyuan's back, "Do you know how to mix wine?"

"Well," Xiao Shuyuan poured some wine from a container, "When I was in high school, there was an accident at home for a while, and I was very financially struggling. I could only work two jobs after school to earn tuition and living expenses. I worked in a bar. A bartender apprenticeship for a while."

Xiao Shuyuan cut a fresh lime in half, took half and cut it into chunks, put it into a clean Haibo cup, pressed the juice out with a pestle, and then added two spoons of white sugar.

Xiao Shuyuan walked to the balcony, and came in again in less than a minute, holding a few mint leaves in his hand. After rinsing them in the sink, he closed his palms and smeared the mint on the rim of the Haibo Cup twice, into the cup,

Zheng Yao was fascinated, his eyes were completely hooked by the man in front of him, watching him take a bottle of golden rum from the wine cabinet, pour about 40ml of it into the cup with a container, and use the remaining half of the green rum Lime, squeeze out the juice with a squeezer and mix with the rum.

The refreshing taste of lime and mint and the strongness of rum complement each other. Xiao Shuyuan took out a long spoon and stirred it to make it fully mixed.

He scooped a spoonful of ice cubes from the ice maker, crushed them in the ice crusher, added them to the highball glass, and finally poured in just enough of Watson's sparkling water to fill the empty part of the glass.

In the end, Xiao Shuyuan put a mint plant on the mouth of the cup as a decoration, inserted a straw, skillfully mixed a glass of wine, and pushed it in front of Zheng Yao.

Throughout the whole process, Zheng Yao watched anxiously as Xiao Shuyuan mixed an unknown liquid into the glass of wine, as if a brilliant pen had made flowers, and concocted this glass of good-looking wine.

"Is the degree high?" Zheng Yao swallowed, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "My wine quality is very poor, and you don't want me to be like last time... right?"

"Not high." Xiao Shuyuan said.

Compared with other cocktails, Mojito is one of the lower alcohol content, less than [-]%.

After receiving Xiao Shuyuan's answer, Zheng Yao had no doubts about him, bit his lips lightly on the straw and took a sip. The first impression was that it was a little sweet, but the aftertaste was sour with bitterness, but the alcohol taste was not very strong.

So he couldn't help taking a few more sips, playing with the straw with his fingers, and staring at Xiao Shuyuan intently.

Xiao Shuyuan finally spoke in his anticipation, "What have you been doing these days?"

"Writing songs, but I'm not satisfied." Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, which made Zheng Yao suddenly a little unrestrained, and Xiao Shuyuan took the initiative to ask, so he continued to say with a little openness, "I I don’t know when my inspiration will come back, and it may never come back.”

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Xiao Shuyuan said.

"I didn't put a lot of pressure on myself..." Zheng Yao denied, he was still sitting upright, but his eyes became a little cloudy, there seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes looking at Xiao Shuyuan, twisting himself again and again fingers, seeming to be hesitating.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, Zheng Yao plucked up the courage to ask, "Xiao Shuyuan, why are you ignoring me these days?"

Xiao Shuyuan's expression was a little loose, he sighed softly, "This Mojito, you ordered the same one at the bar last time."

He didn't answer Zheng Yao's question, but threw another topic on his own, "How do you feel now? It's not the same as last time?"

Zheng Yao was stunned, as if he was reminiscing the taste just now, and then he answered Xiao Shuyuan's question obediently, "I don't feel anything, I don't feel dizzy, and I don't want to sleep." He subconsciously bit his lip, a little hard to say, "Also... .did not feel hot."

"En." Xiao Shuyuan responded lightly, and then asked, "Is this the first time you went to a bar last time?"

"Um……"

"Have you ever heard a word?"

"What is it?"

"Pick up the corpse."

Zheng Yao's tangled fingers paused, his eyes drooped unconsciously, not daring to meet Xiao Shuyuan's gaze.It was silent for a few seconds without speaking.

"You know what it means to pick up a corpse, and you dare to go to the bar indiscriminately, alone?"