There is a bend

After dinner, the two went to the leisure floor of the hotel to play.

Lin Nian was very interested in playing, and once he got started, his attention was no longer on Bian Yue.

They went to the archery gym first. There are coaches in the gym that teach people how to draw a bow and aim at a target. Lin didn't need it for a year. He learned it when he was playing in high school.

He stood behind the white line, with his feet spread apart, nocking the arrow and pulling the string, stretching his arms and drawing the bow, with a tall and straight figure and skillful movements, which attracted several girls in the archery hall to look back at him again and again.

After he shot a few arrows, Bian Yue also took over the bow from the coach. His movements were even more proficient than Lin Nian's. Almost as soon as he stood up, he drew the bow, aimed and shot, and was close to the bull's-eye.

The girls exclaimed, and the coaches all sighed and raised their hands to applaud.

After Lin Nian finished shooting an arrow, he didn't pay attention to his own results, so he turned his head to look at Bian Yue.

Seeing that Bian Yue has already set up the second arrow like no one else, his posture is standard, tall and straight like a peak, his arms are stretched when he draws the bow, his chest is wide, his profile is handsome, his jaw is strong, and he is particularly attractive. He is more attractive than those girls. I still can't move my eyes.

After that arrow hit the bull's-eye, Lin didn't bother to applaud for a year, and was still staring.

Bian Yue turned around and saw that he was holding the bow motionless, and asked, "Stupid?"

Lin Nian looked at it, blinked, and suddenly felt that Bian Yue's smile was unbearable, and it reached his heart.

Unsurprisingly, a young girl came over and took the initiative to ask Bianyue for WeChat with her mobile phone. Bianyue raised her arms and bowed, without looking back, her tone was not shallow, her attitude was very clear, and she directly refused.

The girl said softly, "Don't be so heartless, I just want a contact information, and I don't do anything else. If you can't talk, just delete it later."

Bian Yue shot the arrow, his tone and attitude remained unchanged, but this time he replied: "I'm not single."

"Ah~" The girl said regretfully.

When Bian Yue finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Lin Niannian. Lin Niannian obviously didn't receive any signal to help him set up a voice to save the scene, so he subconsciously took two steps closer and said to the girl: "Don't do this, Young lady."

Pointing to Bian Yue, then pointing to himself, "I'm still standing here."

The implication is that it's not good to be a corner under the eyelids, right?

"Ah!" The girl was surprised, looked back and forth at them, raised her hand to cover her mouth, said "I'm so sorry", turned and left.

Lin Nian snorted from the bottom of his heart, a little arrogantly, but he didn't think about what he was humming.

He approached Bianyue, and when Bianyue raised an arrow again, he bent his elbow and put it on Bianyue's shoulder, hummed, and said in an unclear tone: "Show, flower, lead, butterfly."

Bian Yue shouldered the weight of Lin Niannian on one shoulder, looked ahead, aimed at the bull's-eye, and smiled lowly: "Don't be jealous, didn't I refuse. From the beginning to the end, I only have you."

The corners of Lin Niannian's lips curled up for some reason, and he continued to hum: "It's nice to say, I'm here, you can have it under your eyelids, if I'm not here..."

Bian Yue: "If you're not here, I'll cut my heart out and save it with you, and someone will come out."

Lin Niannian: "You really dare to say anything."

Bian Yue: "I learned from you." What "I can't bear you", "Life after life", "Forever and ever".

Lin Niannian: "Can't you learn from me?"

Bian Yue: "This is not good."

How fast Bian Yue shot those few arrows just now, how slow the arrow is now, as if the bull’s-eye is not aimed at the center no matter how you aim it, he is still pulling the bow, and going back and forth with Lin for a year Talking back to the end, he even let go of the bow, turned his head and raised his hand, and scratched Lin Nian's chin lightly with his fingertips, "Okay, let me finish shooting this arrow."

Lin Nian put down his arms, stepped aside, and his heart began to thump again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girls sitting together covering their lips and muttering with smiles, and they kept looking at them.

Lin Nian took back his peripheral vision, understood it, and didn't mind it, as he still had a different feeling in his heart.

He carefully savored the taste: sweet, sour, and a little crunchy.

And the chin, where Bian Yue scraped it just now, is numb, and it is connected to the fast-beating heart, and it seems to have a pulse, beating thump-thump-thump.

Several girls: "His ears are red!"

"It's too innocent!"

Lin Nian knew that his ears were red again, so he went to the side to get his own bow and pretended to be fine.

Bian Yue heard it, turned his head to look at Lin Niannian, and he really saw two red ear tips, and the corners of his lips hung quietly.

After shooting the arrow, the two went to play billiards again.

This is not what Lin Nian is good at. The main thing is that the sports he likes are basically those that move his legs and hands and can sweat profusely.

After pushing a few shots, Lin Nian didn't move anymore. He stood with his stick on the ground and watched while playing.

Bian Yue stood by the table, leaned over and pressed his back against the table, holding the club with one hand and propping the shaft on the table with the other, looking up at the table, the putter was decisive and agile, and there was a clear and crisp sound of hitting the ball with a thud. The balls were pocketed successively.

Lin Nian watched silently, looked away when Bian Yue stood up, and swallowed.

——Just now, when he was looking at Bianyue, he actually looked down from Bianyue's pressed waist all the way down, and saw the buttocks that seemed particularly plump because of his posture.

Lin Nian tugged at his neckline.

Bian Yue asked him to putt a few shots, but Lin Nian didn't move, playing lazy and fooling around: "I can't, I can't hit it."

Bian Yue: "Come here, I'll teach you."

Lin Nian walked over holding the pole, thinking that Bian Yue was going to show him the movements and essentials, but saw Bian Yue put down the pole in his hand.

Bian Yue held Lin Niannian's hand holding the pole with one hand, stood behind him, hugged him from behind, pressed his chest against his back, led him to bend down, and lay down on the table. At the same time, the arms were pressed together, the palms and the backs of the hands were covered, and they were pressed on the table.

Lin Niannian: ...!

This pose!

He stared and was about to turn back, but Bian Yue looked in the direction of the club head, not at him, with a concentrated expression, breath spraying on his ears and cheeks, and said, "Watch the ball."

Lin went to the game for a year, but his senses were not on the table, but on all the parts where they were closely connected, from the back of the head, the sides of the ears, to the hands, arms, to the back, waist, and below the waist.

Lin Nian held his breath and tried his best to put his attention on the putt, but because of a short-term lack of concentration and too tight grip, he had a strength confrontation with the people behind him when he put the putt, which caused the putt to fail. The balls collided together, scattered and rolled in different directions, and slowly stopped on the table.

Bian Yue led him to readjust his position and stood in front of the white ball, still in the posture of hugging back and forth, leaning over the table, his breathing and voice still in his ears, low and deep, "Relax, don't be too tight, leave it to me. "

Lin Nian felt that his ears and cheeks were burning hot, and he looked at the direction of the club head: "Okay."

Bian Yue held his hand, with the strength of his arm and waist, and put the rod. The two people's close bodies shook slightly, and the white ball hit the blue ball, and it fell into the bag easily.

When the basketball rolled towards the hole, the two of them kept leaning over. Bian Yue explained the angle and exertion. After speaking, he looked in front of his eyes, and his breath sprayed on Lin Nian's red ears in a more direct way: " Will it?"

He laughed again: "It's not easy, recently I started to know how to write the word 'shy'?",

Let go, let go of the person, squeezed the red ear, and asked knowingly: "What's wrong with it? It doesn't follow you now, and the skin has become thinner."

Lin Nian straightened up slowly, without turning back immediately.

If he looked back on the spot, Bian Yue would find that Lin Nian's redness was not limited to his ears, but his entire face was almost congested.

There is also the heart, thump, thud, jumping over the heart and tympanic membranes, the sound is so loud that it falls on Lin Nian's senses, as if the only thing left in the world is these increasingly rapid heartbeats.

Bian Yue went to the side to drink water, then took the pole and followed the white ball to the other side of the table, looked up at Lin Nian, who turned around first, and continued to hold his back to him, with those two red ears.

Bian Yue didn't say much, didn't call him, the corners of his lips pursed into a faint smile, leaned over to push the rod, and dropped the bag with a bang.

Balls are different from people.

The ball can be hit with one hit, but the man has to...

Lin Nian turned around, the red tide on his face had receded, his eyes were like deer, bright and jumping, but he wanted to pretend to be extroverted as usual: "Oh, I don't play this anymore, it's boring, go play something else."

Bian Yue straightened up, raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's past eleven o'clock."

Lin Nian was surprised, and touched his phone to check the time: "It's so late?"

Bian Yue leaned the pole back against the wall: "Let's go, go back to the room."

The room is a suite with a large size and a large bed.

One sheet.

When Lin Nian came out with Bian Yue, he took a change of clothes from the dormitory and just needed them.

Bian Yue had no clothes, and took the bathrobe from the hotel before taking a shower.

The room is quiet, and the sound of water can be faintly heard. After Lin Nian finished washing first, he sat beside the bed covered in moisture and wiped his ears with a paper towel.

He was thinking about the whole day today.

From staring at Bian Yue in sportswear during the day, to playing ball, to going to the roller skating club, to eating and playing together, how many times, how many times he was attracted by Bian Yue, how many times his heart beat faster, how many times he fell in love Can't help it?

There were so many that he couldn't count them.

Not to mention when playing billiards, because of the closeness, he almost reacted again.

He told Bian Yue...

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and Bian Yue came out of the bathroom wiping his hair.

Lin Nian looked over, and Bian Yue also looked at him.

Lin Nian secretly made up his mind, sat on the head of the bed, raised his hand and rushed towards Bian Yue, without any beginning or end, he opened his mouth and said, "Come here and give me a hug."

Bian Yue was a little surprised, but it wasn't too much of a surprise. After all, Lin Niannian was extroverted, dared to speak and act, and occasionally jumped out of the way.

Bian Yue didn't ask any more questions, he wiped his hair a few times, threw the towel at the end of the bed, walked over, turned around and sat on the side of the bed, and hugged Lin Nian with his chest close to each other.

Lin Nian hugged Bianyue back tightly and firmly, with his arms around Bianyue's shoulders and his head resting on his head. He closed his eyes, calmed down, and felt quietly.

The two hugged silently for a while, and while patting Lin Niannian's back, Yue asked warmly, "What's wrong?"

Lin Nian still closed his eyes: "It's nothing."

There is a fast beating in the bottom of my heart, there is numbness, sweet and sour, and there is incomparable satisfaction and feeling that it is not enough.

If you want to, just keep hugging;

When you hope to open your eyes, everything is just a dream, he is not bent, Bian Yue does not hate gays, they are still best friends.

There is a little bit of bitterness.

Have a sense of happiness that you have never had before.

And another answer he already knew:

He really, really likes Bian Yue.

Because of this hug, Bian Yue still felt that there must be something on Lin Nian's side.

Although he has always denied it.

Bian Yue stroked Fu Lin Niannian's back in a hugging posture, still didn't ask any more questions, and said softly: "Okay, it's okay, I'm here."

Bian Yue: "I'll sleep with you in my arms tonight, huh?"

Lin Nian buried his head on Bian Yue's shoulder for a long time, "Yeah."

The author has something to say:

Congratulations Brother Bian~