night tide recedes

When cutting the ribs, Song Ran didn't pay attention, and the sharp blade cut across his index finger. At first, there was no pain, but after a while, the stinging pain came, and blood beads rushed out. He put his hand on the faucet and rinsed it for a while. Go find a Band-Aid to cover the wound.

In the afternoon, he went to the lying market. Until now, he was already preparing dinner, but he was still a little bit lost.

He and Shen Wenfei had already had a bad fight because of Yan Ming's matter, but now he witnessed the difference between himself and Shen Wenfei with his own eyes, and was extremely depressed for a while, as if he was locked in a closed glass bottle, and the oxygen was lost little by little.

Song Ran shook off his messy thoughts, and the wound on his finger was throbbing. He stewed the pork ribs in the pot, put onion knots and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, covered the pot, and used scissors to cut open the hairy crabs. The scallops, the crabs were still alive and bubbling. He threw the crabs into the water to wash them, cut them in half, and opened the bag to marinate them.

In another half an hour, Shen Wenfei would be off work. For Shen Wenfei, it seemed that he only had the role of cooking, so he worked harder and harder.

The phone rang suddenly, and Song Ran washed her hands. Seeing that the contact was Shen Wenfei, she suddenly felt uneasy, but still pressed the call button.

Shen Wenfei's voice was a bit noisy, as if he was discussing something, and when he walked to a quiet place, his dry voice gradually became clear, "Song Ran, I have to work overtime temporarily, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

Feeling uneasy, Song Ran stayed for two seconds and said hello muffled.

Shen Wenfei seemed to hear the disappointment in his tone, and said in a low voice, "I will go back soon."

Song Ran forced a smile and said, "It's okay, you can be busy."

After hanging up the phone, the stewed sparerib soup was filled with fragrance. He opened the lid reflexively, but forgot to wrap it with a towel. As soon as his fingers touched the hot pot lid, he retracted in pain. The thread finally broke at this moment, and he stood in the kitchen where he could see his head at a glance, as if he saw his own life.

Song Ran turned off the fire, walked out slowly, leaned on the refrigerator, looked around the empty house, his eye circles turned red quickly, he raised his hand and pressed his eyes, not wanting to let the tears flow down, but he couldn't resist it Emotions suppressed for too long, crying silently.

He was angry at his cowardice and inferiority complex, and hated himself for not being able to learn to hold his head high.

Song Ran wiped it carelessly, trying to wipe away the tears that represented his timidity, but wiped more and more, and the warmth of his own hands was stained.

He can't help Shen Wenfei, what's the use of having good cooking skills, there is never a shortage of good cooks in this world, anyone can easily replace him.

He couldn't even stand beside Shen Wenfei openly.

Song Ran took a deep breath, swallowed all the emotions that could not be seen, and went to the bathroom to wash off the tears on his face. He didn't want Shen Wenfei to see his abnormality. Shen Wenfei might hate him for being so self-pitying. By then , it might seem redundant for him to stay by Shen Wenfei's side.

Song Ran still put the dinner he was going to prepare on the table, but faced with the delicious food, he didn't have much appetite, especially the spicy crab that Shen Wenfei ordered to eat, it tasted like chewing gum in his mouth, he didn't want to force himself to eat, so he Wrap it in cling film and put it in the refrigerator.

After tidying up the kitchen, he brought in the quilt that had been hung out in the morning, and replaced Shen Wenfei with a new one. He then had no energy to do other things. He took a shower and lay down on the bed to relax. In a daze, when he heard a message coming in from his phone, he first The response was sent to him by Shen Wenfei, and he tapped on his phone to view it, but it was Yan Ming who shared the camera work with him.

There are large expanses of bright sunset glow, snow fields trampled by cats, moonlight as bright as silver, and pedestrians in a hurry. The extremely smoky photos brought Song Ran back from his dull mood, and his drowsiness Also dissipated, and chatted with Yan Ming.

"Brother Ran, help me choose a photo for the competition."

Song Ran chose a comfortable position to lie down, and typed slowly, "I think they all look good."

"Just pick the one you like best."

"I trust your aesthetics."

With Yan Ming's affirmation, Song Ran looked at each photo carefully again. In fact, he really couldn't see the good or the bad, but he thought the snow with cat's paws was especially cute, so he chose this one.

"I also like this one the most. It seems that we have the same aesthetics."

Song Ran was a little happy, "Really?"

"Really, why did you lie to me? Brother Ran, do you like cats? We have a lot of stray cats in our school. They are fed all year round. Every cat is fat and strong. In winter, someone will make a nest for them. .”

"I'll find a photo for you."

As he said that, he sent Song Ran a lot of pictures of stray cats, all of which were cute rural cats, chubby lying on the ground and eating cat food fed by humans. Song Ran had never raised animals, but most people were very fond of all fluffy cats. All creatures have no resistance, he said sincerely, "It's so cute."

"This black cat with white paws is the most mischievous. One night it sneaked into our dormitory. I have a roommate who is afraid of cats, so scared that he didn't dare to sleep all night."

Yan Ming is bright and lively. When chatting with him, it is easy to relieve the tense nerves. Song Ran couldn't help but smile.

"By the way, this cat seems to be called Yun in ancient times."

Song Ran replied, "Dark clouds step on snow."

"Yes, yes, brother Ran, you are really good, you know that."

Song Ran was embarrassed by the praise, "I saw it in a book."

"The next time you come to our school, I'll take you to feed the cat."

Song Ran didn't answer in time, he held the phone silently, and his heart was filled with the words Shen Wenfei again, would Shen Wenfei be angry because he went to see Yan Ming again?

Yan Ming carefully sent him a message, "Brother Ran, can I gossip?"

He pursed his lower lip, deleted and slapped, and said yes.

"I told you, don't be angry," Yan Ming made a begging expression before continuing, "Your employer is simply a new landlord in the 21st century. How can anyone oppress the great working people like this? If it wasn't for fearing that you would lose your job yesterday, I would I want to fight with him."

Song Ran originally thought that he would have a grudge because of what happened yesterday, but he didn't expect that he would reprimand Shen Wenfei in an extremely relaxed manner. He couldn't help but smile, but he still defended Shen Wenfei in his words, "He's not usually like that."

Yan Ming posted after a while, "Brother Ran, are you and him..." Song Ran only read the beginning, and the message was withdrawn at a very fast speed, Yan Ming sent again, "Forget it, say it behind your back It's not a gentleman's work to speak ill of others, brother Ran, he is your job, so I won't talk about him."

Song Ran couldn't help laughing, and Yan Ming begged Song Ran to remember to take him with him next time he went to the market, and the two ended their conversation.

Looking at the time, they chatted for almost an hour unknowingly. Song Ran had never chatted with anyone for such a long time. She was a little surprised, and thanked Yan Ming for sending him a message at this time, so that he would not be depressed when he was depressed. Spend alone.

He has had no friends for many years, Yan Ming's appearance seems to inject new vitality into his cycle of life, allowing him to feel that he is living as Song Ran in addition to circling around Shen Wenfei.

Song Ran was awakened by a kiss, Shen Wenfei's sticky kiss landed on his brows, eyes and lips, he opened his eyes in a daze, the light in the room was not turned on, and the familiar smell of Shen Wenfei drilled into his nose, making him distraught fan.

"Are you sleepy?" Shen Wenfei got into the bed and reached out to touch the tip of Song Ran's nose.

Song Ran woke up after a nap. He didn't know what time it was, but it must be getting late. He shook his head, then remembered that it was in the dark, and Shen Wenfei couldn't see his movements, so he said softly, "I'm not sleepy."

Shen Wenfei touched his wet lips from the tip of his nose, and after a long while, he pondered, "I have a lot of work today."

Even if this sentence explained why he didn't come back for dinner, Song Ran hummed, realizing that Shen Wenfei had already bathed, and took the initiative to crawl into his arms, raised his head, and said in a shy and expectant voice, "Do it."

Shen Wenfei breathed heavily, held Song Ran's face and kissed it, the two of them had been deadlocked for a whole day, and the ice finally melted in the passionate kiss.

Song Ran opened his lips to let Shen Wenfei kiss him deeper. Only at this time would he have the illusion that Shen Wenfei belonged to him.

"Stay home from now on, okay?"

When entering, Song Ran whimpered and heard Shen Wenfei ask him this.

He has always known that Shen Wenfei doesn't like him to get in touch with the outside world, and he is willing to revolve around Shen Wenfei. The word "home" makes him have delusions that he shouldn't have. He should have agreed as quickly as before, every time, but this Once he was silent for several seconds before saying yes.

Sensing his hesitation, Shen Wenfei made a big move, but without knowing what to think, he said inexplicably, "I'm two years younger than you."

Song Ran didn't know why, his whole body was softened into water, and he forced his head back, but Shen Wenfei grabbed his lips and sucked it.

He heard Shen Wenfei's vague voice, no longer the usual coldness, "Do you want to call your brother?"

Song Ran heard his heart beating, mixed with the heavy and sticky breathing of the two of them, he wanted to talk, but Shen Wenfei didn't let him do so, and pushed him to toss, soon he couldn't distract himself from thinking about Shen Wenfei This sentence has a deeper meaning.

He thought that besides cooking, he also had such a role for Shen Wenfei, so he could stay by Shen Wenfei's side for more time.

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