salt by salt

The matter of the Xu family has not been clarified yet, I was thinking of finding an opportunity to contact Song Cheng through Hou Guangyue, but I didn't expect that his invitation would come first.

On Sunday, two people at a farmhouse in the eastern suburbs.

I agreed without hesitation.

Since Song Cheng revealed his identity, we have had very little communication, and the invisible barrier has grown deeper and deeper.

He expressed his position to me, saying that he hopes to start all over again and is willing to show a side that has not been discovered by me, but this real him only makes me feel intimidated.

Every time I met later, someone else was present, and I was reminded of one thing all the time: the so-called restart was mixed with so many impurities entangled with interests.

turbid.The motives are impure.

I can't blame Song Cheng for this. He could have continued to be a small model, and the journey may have been bumpy, but I believe he will eventually be able to realize his dream of being an actor by himself.

I was the one who got him involved, and I voluntarily accepted his plan, wanting to use his hand to get rid of Yang Chen.

I just can't stop thinking about it.

I think of the time when he and I lived in that dilapidated but warm apartment, completely dependent on each other.There is no sex, just touching each other's warm palm at night, and I feel warm and happy.

Even though the relationship at that time was based on lies, it was still the love I dreamed of.

Glittering, as clear and transparent as crystal, you must carefully hide it in your heart.

All this has passed, Wu Mian told me that it is meaningless to be obsessed with losing, and cherish what you have.

I tried my best to let myself accept the current Song Cheng. After all, he forgave me for my lies and bullying, and he was willing to embrace me and give me a helping hand.

I... can be like him.It doesn't matter if there are impurities.

There is nothing pure in this world.

"Toshihiko, don't get too close to the ingredients, it's easy to burn."

Song Cheng took the skewer tightly in my hand, tilted his head and smiled at me: "I'll do it."

"There is nothing you can't do." I was stunned for a moment because of that familiar smile, turned around and washed my hands to cover up my gaffe, and said, "Is your leg better?"

Even though Song Cheng didn't use a wheelchair, the unremoved plaster felt too strong.

The barbecue grill is placed under the laurel tree in the yard.

The tree is quite old, and although it is not yet in bloom, it is not hard to imagine how beautiful the garden will be in the autumn with its lush and lush scenery.

When I first came in, I was staring at the tree in a daze. He guessed my thoughts and said that we can come to enjoy the flowers together in autumn.

The afternoon wind blew past, and the fine light and shadow fell on his handsome facial features.Song Cheng looked at me with a relaxed expression: "It's not that both legs are broken, I can still hop on one foot."

Knowing that his words and deeds are stable and reliable, and he will never be so embarrassed, but I still find it funny when I imagine that scene.

"Is it hot?" he asked, "Eat popsicles?"

City B has been extremely sweltering since the beginning of summer, and it is unbearable to be in the shade of trees.

I nodded, and Song Cheng pointed into the room: "There is a freezer inside, take it yourself."

The popsicles inside have no brand, but the packaging is very meticulous.I thought to myself that the owner of this farmhouse is very hardworking. Not only did he create a field for the ingredients in the backyard, but he even made the popsicles by himself.

I came out with two popsicles, handed one to his hand, opened my own, and couldn't wait to bite.

Red bean flavor.

The sweet and icy feeling rushed straight to the top of my head, I sighed, and Song Cheng looked at me with a smile: "How is it?"

"It's delicious." I said, "It tastes so authentic. It's like the red bean paste you used to cook, but it's a little sweeter. It's just right for popsicles."

He smiled and pursed his lips, and didn't speak. After I ate most of the popsicle, he slowly recalled: "...you did it?"

"As long as you like it."

I was dumb for a moment, and it took me a long time to say: "Too, too... I wasted your time."

Song Cheng said: "We are in a relationship, you and I are welcome. By the way, don't you like to eat the fish soup I made? Before I came here, I made a fresh one. It should be good enough to drink now. Eat it directly Barbecue is not good for your health, drink a little to fill your stomach."

I stared at him blankly.

He was Song Cheng, a Song Cheng who was so considerate that he could drown someone.No one can resist this tenderness, especially when he restrains his coercion and uses his specialty deliberately.

But even knowing this, it's hard for me to feel bad for him.

The feeling of having every little thing in mind is so good I can't resist.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking..." I finished eating my own popsicle, and I had nothing to say, "Your popsicle is almost turning into a puddle of water, why don't I take it apart for you to eat?"

"Okay."

The red bean popsicles have been placed by the grill for too long, and most of them have melted, and after peeling off the wrapping paper, they are sticky in the hands.

Song Cheng lowered his head, bit off half of the popsicle with my hand.

A bit of sugar water touched his lips, I took out a tissue, and wanted to wipe it off for him out of good intentions, but forgot that my hands were messy and accidentally rubbed against his chin.

Song Cheng didn't notice it at first.I thought I must not make mistakes in front of him, so I pretended nothing happened, and tried to wipe it clean without showing any traces while maintaining the posture of feeding popsicles.

As a result, he was in a hurry, and he couldn't maintain his calm look, so he laughed softly.

This is embarrassing.

"Excuse me...sorry, I'll get you wipes."

I can't wait to slap myself, the more I remind myself that Song Cheng's nature is not to be messed with, the more his behavior and thinking run counter to each other?

He took the wet wipe, but first carefully wiped my five fingers clean.I wanted to withdraw my hand, but he grabbed it tightly.

The cold and soft touch wiped the back of my hand, and I shivered suddenly.

"Toshihiko."

Song Cheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes drooping intently.Ignoring the occasional gloomy eyes, he looked like a good-looking, innocent and harmless big boy: "Don't be nervous, I won't eat you."

I smiled mockingly, and just as I turned around, Song Cheng's voice sounded from behind: "You're afraid of me."

I said, "What? Nothing."

"Toshihiko, look into my eyes and talk, okay?"

His voice was only slightly harsher than before, and I felt as if someone had strangled my neck, almost unable to move.

Probably seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, Song Cheng pressed my shoulder and asked me to turn around and look at him.He had a smile on his face and calm eyes: "I won't hurt you, why should you be afraid?"

here we go again.Momentum is very mysterious. For example, when Song Cheng stared at me quietly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

If everyone is a book, in his eyes, I should be the thinnest and easiest to understand.It is easy to be seen through, and both likes and dislikes are firmly controlled in the palm of your hand.

Even if it is true as he said, my nature is suitable for being arranged, but entrusting my fate to an unfathomable person is tantamount to a big gamble.

I'm not afraid of Song Cheng's failure, because I know that even if he comes to a dead end, facing Yang Chen's crazy revenge, the worst thing he can do is die.

I told myself to accept him and trust him, but I just couldn't really do it.

I am the tiniest weight on the scale, and anything at the other end is more important than me.Song Cheng is willing to start over with me because there are other things on my side that are useful to him.

If you fall in love with him, wait for him to get those...

Waiting for the day when I have no value to him...

It's really beyond redemption.

This kind of thought kept appearing in my mind. When I was distracted, Song Cheng waited patiently for my answer.I couldn't explain why, and I faltered at his gaze, sweating more than I had before by the grill.

Song Cheng sighed, rubbed the center of his brows, and looked a little helpless: "I really don't know how to treat you right. If you hate some of my behaviors, just tell me how you feel, okay?"

"No hate." I shook my head, "You are very good to me, I know."

"Then why do you have such an expression?"

what expression?I touched my face, except for a little sweat on my forehead, and my mentality was a little weak, it didn't feel any different from usual.

Song Cheng stared at me for a few seconds, then dismissed the matter inexplicably: "It's too hot outside, let's sit indoors for a while."

He has a handicap, so I gave him a hand, trying to adjust his posture to make it easier for him.When we were in the mountains, we walked for a long time with support like this, and now we have a tacit understanding of cooperation.

Song Cheng is a bit taller than me, it's hard for me to look up and see his face in this posture, I only hear his unhurried tone: "Junyan, do you remember the first time we met?"

"remember."

It's hard for me to forget something like that after a quick glance.

"In the bathroom, I just beat someone, you come and wash your hands." His voice was tinged with a little smile, "Actually, I found out as soon as you came in. I thought you would either go out to call someone, or tell me to stop, but I didn't expect to be with you." If you don’t see anything, just walk over.”

I defended sullenly: "This is called not being nosy."

"I waited for a long time for you to speak, reminding me not to be too harsh, and taught me to take pictures of people stripped naked. I thought at the time, this person is rotten, standing there watching the excitement, and doing all he can."

Now I have nothing to say, but fortunately the yard is not big, so I entered the house without a few words.

Just as I helped Song Cheng to sit down on the bamboo rocking chair, he pulled me, and I fell in his direction unprepared, and the rocking chair swayed back and forth exaggeratedly.

After stabilizing, my first reaction was not to injure him further. I hurriedly got up to check if I bumped into him: "Are you okay?! Be careful, what if I hit my leg!"

Speaking in general, Song Cheng stretched out his hand to cover my eyes.I felt the warm and dry palm, and when I opened my eyes, I saw only a gleam of light between my fingers.

"Huh? What are you doing..."

Her soft lips pressed against my neck immediately, and the other hand pressed down on my neck, preventing me from escaping.

This kiss changed from the gentleness of the past, with an aggressiveness that made the legs go limp, and the faint sweetness of red beans between the lips and tongue seemed extremely charming.

Gentle, careful, with an expansive love that is about to come out.I suddenly remembered that I hadn't been kissed like this for a long, long time.

The movements won't lie, but I froze my body and dared not respond for a long time.

After the kiss was over, Song Cheng pecked and kissed my lips a few times, as if reluctant to part.I pulled down the hand that covered my sight, but his eyes were so deep that I couldn't understand.

When we treat each other as little models and waiters, he often stares at me with a smile like this.

Watch me cooking in a hurry, watch me turn around after leaving the corridor and wave to him standing on the balcony, watch me hold his hand.

Deep, as if to engrave me into the bottom of my eyes.

It's like having unspeakable tenderness, more like silent inquiry.

"Xu Junyan." Song Cheng called my name, with a tone that was almost charming, "Xu Junyan. Xu Junyan. Xu Junyan..."

He said he knows I can't trust people who seem to have nothing to ask for.But he is not wanting nothing, he has plans for me.

He said it was love at first sight when he first saw me.

He said that he wanted to exchange all his hard work for my heart.

The sound of running water could not cover the muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh. After I spoke out, the man stopped his hands and slowly stood up straight.He was tall and slender, with good facial features, and he restrained the evil spirit around him in an instant.

Bloodiness and gentleness, desire and simplicity, wantonness and restraint, these contradictions have reached a delicate balance in him.

The young man suddenly raised his eyes to look at me, and only took one look.

Just glanced at it.