As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

A down jacket is enough to keep out the cold. This year, I wrapped up three or four pieces of clothes, but I was still shivering from the cold.

After nightfall, he was held in Song Qinyi's arms, warming his hands, and it took a long time before he showed signs of recovery.

He found that he seemed to no longer have a strong sense of fear for the same-sex touch.

I just don't know if this homosexuality is limited to Song Qinyi.

After all, thanks to this person, he has already been taught what this body can experience and endure no matter how terrible it is, whether physically or psychologically.

This life is already bad enough, a little more and a little less, is it still important?

On New Year's Eve, Song Qinyi answered the phone and got up from the sofa to open the door.

The special assistant was standing outside the door looking around with a pot of dumpling stuffing in his arms.

He took it, and the special assistant then handed him a bag of dumpling wrappers, and finally asked hesitantly, "Do you want me to pack a copy and send it over?"

Song Qinyi: "No need."

The special assistant glanced across the room and saw someone sitting on the sofa with a lonely back. Although she was thin, she could tell that she was not a girl.

But he remembered that the voice who had been talking on the phone with Song Qinyi was vaguely that of a very young girl.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, the man got up and walked slowly towards the balcony without asking Song Qinyi what he was doing at the door.

His eyes swept over, not overly curious, he turned and left after delivering the things.

Song Qinyi closed the door, cleared the dining table, washed his hands, and started making dumplings.

Bei Bei yawned and went out. Seeing this scene, she happily said that she would come to help.

She was going to call for kindness.

There was no sign of him in the room, so Beibei went to the balcony and saw Shengyi standing there smoking a cigarette.

She suddenly discovered that her brother had changed a lot in the past year.

Sheng Yi doesn't talk very much now, and often sits on the side in silence, occasionally looking up when chatting, his eyes are blank, as if there is no emotion in it.

She hesitated and said, "Brother..."

Sheng Yi turned around, realized that she was still holding a cigarette in her hand, and stubbed it out in the ashtray, and responded calmly: "What's wrong."

Beibei: "Make dumplings, Brother Song has prepared all the ingredients."

"Ah."

The three of them haven't made dumplings together for many years. Compared with Song Qinyi's technique which has been unfamiliar for a long time, Shengyi and Beibei are undoubtedly much more proficient.

At this time last year, Wen Ran took the two of them to pack.Just after New Year's Eve, Sheng Yi and Wen Ran went out of town to pay New Year's greetings to Wen Ran's parents.

The TV was playing in the background. When Beibei was chatting with Song Qinyi, she almost slipped her tongue and quickly changed the subject, "It's just a pity that last year's pot of dumplings got stuffy in the pot and turned into a pot of dumpling soup."

Song Qinyi smiled lightly when he heard the words: "Really."

He looked at Shengyi, the distraught person didn't notice his gaze, and didn't try to join the chat the whole time.

Picking up the dumpling wrapper with good intentions, his hand was held, and his eyes moved over.

Song Qinyi said lightly: "It's almost there, let's go and get the dumplings first."

Good intentions: "Yes."

The water in the pot is boiling.

Song Qinyi hugged his waist behind him.

This kissing position is very unfriendly to the neck, and the sound of sincere breathing is stagnant for a moment, closing his eyes, breaking away from his embrace, "Turn off the fire."

The heat of the dumplings is just right.

However, the bowl in front of Shengyi remained untouched.

Song Qinyi glanced over and said softly, "If you don't try it, how do you know it won't taste better than Wen Ran's?"

Sheng Yi frowned, it was only at this moment that he understood why Song Qinyi made such an attack just now.

He put down his chopsticks, got up and left, and soon there was the sound of the room being locked.

Sheng Yi didn't come out of the room for a long time.

Beibei was very puzzled, she quickly slipped to the door of the room and knocked on the door: "Brother, what's the matter with you, are you feeling unwell?"

The faint response from the room was exhausted: "Let me be quiet for a while."

She went back to the dining table and found that Song Qinyi had also left.

Last year, although it was a pot of dumpling soup, it was eaten up in the end.

But on the table this year, there is not a bowl of dumplings that is finished.

Until she started school, she still felt a vague conflict between her brother and Song Qinyi.

Even if we sometimes sit together, we don't have the relaxed feeling of intimacy as a child.

Since Beibei returned to school, he and Song Qinyi also went back to the hotel,

Song Qin didn't care about the Ching Ming Festival, and he didn't come back for almost two weeks.

Sheng Yi woke up early in the morning, ready to visit the grave.

He opened the door neatly dressed and was about to go out when the bodyguard outside stopped him.

Fortunately, the process of negotiation went smoothly and was released.

When he returned to the hotel in the evening, with his hand on the doorknob, he felt a sudden fear.

Unexplained, like conditioned fear.

Zhang Ping looked at his raised and lowered hands suspiciously, "Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"I……"

Just don't want to go in again.

If you don't go out and breathe fresh air, you won't feel that the space here is so cramped, even though its structure can be called very gorgeous.

So when did it start, he became a caged bird that could only survive by relying on Song Qinyi, and he was even afraid that even if he was released one day, he might no longer even have the ability to spread his wings.

When the door finally opened, Zhang Ping gestured for him to come in.

Sheng Yi stood at the door, and there was a sound of closing the door behind him.

Hearing the sound, he stood in a daze for a moment, looked up, and saw the camera in the room.

Song Qinyi went out for so long, but his breath lingered in every corner of the room.

Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, his actions were only under the control of this person in an instant.

He had convinced himself that these actions were because of love, so there were no secrets between them, even though he was smothered by them.

In the rare sobriety at this moment, he realized that this is not love, but the pervasive possessive desire at work.

Shengyi squatted down without even noticing, leaning her back against the wall and roaring.

He looked blankly at Zhang Ping and quickly opened the door.

Someone came to help him up, his eyes fell on his face, and he spoke eagerly, "Mr. Yan, are you okay?"

Kindness hurriedly broke the person away, covered his eyes with one hand and took a few breaths of calmness, and it took a long while before he put his hand down.

He went straight to the bathroom, muttering as if to himself: "I'm fine, I... just want to be alone for a while."

49. Chapter 49

When Song Qinyi came back, only the bedside lamp was on in Shengyi's room.

The person on the bed was lying on his side, within sight, not sure if he was asleep or awake.

He unbuttoned his rain-stained coat and hung it up.

After washing up, he threw off the quilt and went to bed, reaching out to wrap his arms around Shan Yi's waist as usual.

The sudden tense body reminded him that this person was not asleep yet.

He could feel he was sad.

Song Qinyi was thinking, he should say something to comfort him.

It's just that after all, they had been separated for a long time when they went out this time, and they didn't think of a word for a while.

He moved to the side of Shengyi's neck, near the earlobe, "Ah Yan..."

He kindly interrupted his words, with a hesitation in his words, although in his usual tone, "Not today."

He turned around hesitantly as he spoke, as if he was afraid that rash refusal would anger him, with fear in the depths of his eyes, he carefully explained: "I ate a bit too much for dinner, and I haven't digested it yet, you will spoil the fun." of."

After finishing the words, she kindly smiled at him to show his absolute obedience.

He rarely shows such a low profile, lest he make trouble.

Qin Yi quickly understood that today was Ching Ming Festival, and he just didn't want to upset his parents after sweeping the grave.

When he received that text message back then, he could imagine how much the death of his parents had hurt Shengyi, so after he came back, he didn't mention Aunt Liang and Uncle Yan in front of Shengyi, because he didn't accompany Shengyi during the most painful period. by his side.

Before that, he didn't think that he would have a guilty conscience.

They also shared the most secret pain in each other's hearts with each other. No one ever knew what each other was thinking better than each other, but they never thought that one day they would have different dreams in the same bed.

Being hugged suddenly by him, Sheng Yi was a little flustered.

But fortunately, he didn't continue.

Song Qinyi leaned against his ear, his voice was barely audible.

"Ah Yan, in this world, we have no origin, we only have each other."

Two or three days after Beibei's college entrance examination ended, she was bored at home, when her grandma called and asked her how she was doing in the exam.

She spent more than an hour on the phone on the balcony. The summer wind was sunny and the breeze was blowing on her sweaty face, which immediately reminded her of her grandmother's vegetable garden.

Recently, she saw that her brother was also very idle, so she leaned over to the sofa and asked the kindness who was watching a TV series: "Brother, let's go to grandma's house together."

She didn't get a definite reply, because she kindly heard her talking, and she didn't say yes or no, but she just got out of the sofa and went back to her room.

After the door was locked, the faint voice of conversation came, and he seemed to be on the phone with someone.

Beibei thinks that person should be Yuan Xi, and it will take two or three days to go to grandma's house, and her brother may have to explain the company's affairs.

After a while, she kindly came out of the room, stood at the door and greeted her: "Beibei, let's go now."

Probably because of the working day, the road was unimpeded, and it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at my grandmother's house.

They didn't notify grandma in advance, but now they suddenly appeared, grandma was chatting with several mothers-in-law under the big tree at the door, suddenly saw them get off the car, almost lost their grip on the cattail fan, walked over quickly, very fond of it: " Why are you here?"

Beibei also took a quick walk, asking as she ran, "Are you surprised?