squeamish bag he was reborn

When Shen Qiyou came out of the shower, Song Yuan was playing video with Lin Lan.

He sat on the bed with his calves dangling from time to time in a very relaxed posture, and his whole body exuded a kind of lazy relaxation.

"Mom, it's okay, I'll be back in a few days."

"Well, I miss you too."

Lin Lan is a very gentle person, and she speaks in a soft voice, "Well, mom knows, it's just that she doesn't get used to seeing you when she goes home. By the way, Yuan Yuan, remember to get along with your roommate."

Song Yuan immediately smiled, his eyebrows curved: "Well, I know my mother. My roommate is super super nice."

"His name is Shen Qiyou, doesn't his name sound nice too?"

Lin Lan was a little surprised, she had never seen her son have such obvious emotions towards anyone, she smiled and said: "The name is nice, Yuan Yuan likes him so much?"

Song Yuan was suddenly a little embarrassed for some reason, but still whispered, "Well, he helped me a lot, it's very kind, and he helped me put the quilt on just now."

"Then bring new friends to play at home another day, and mom will make delicious food for you."

What Lin Lan said was not polite, she was really curious about the new roommate her son liked so much.

Song Yuan nodded with a smile, said a few more words to Lin Lan, then hung up the video, only to find that Shen Qiyou had come out when he got up.He suddenly looked at him with some embarrassment, and didn't know if the other party heard what he just said.

"Well, it was my mother just now. I told her about you. I will take you to my house for dinner when I have time. My mother cooks delicious food."

"Ah."

Shen Qiyou hummed in a low voice and didn't say anything more. He took a towel in his hand and wiped his hair perfunctorily before he didn't move. Song Yuan pursed his lips looking at the dripping hair.

"You have to dry your hair. If you do this often, your hair will fall out and you will get a headache."

"Let's drop it."

After speaking, Shen Qiyou hung up the towel again.

"You don't like losing your hair." Song Yuan's voice was very small and light, but there was a trace of imperceptible sadness.

In her previous life, Gu Nian'an had less and less hair due to chemotherapy, and in the end she simply shaved her head.He often joked with Song Yuan about this, and he didn't seem to care about it at all.But Song Yuan knew that Gu Nian'an was sad, how could he not be sad?

The pain of feeling that one's life is passing away bit by bit and knowing that one's time is numbered is more difficult than the disease itself.

But the current Shen Qiyou didn't know about this, he just felt that the young man suddenly became very sad, which made him feel as if something was being suppressed in his heart.

"why?"

He was asking why Soo-won suddenly became sad.

Song Yuan recovered from his memories and was thinking that he must take him for a full-body examination, when he suddenly heard Shen Qiyou's question, he was also very puzzled, after all, no one likes hair loss.

He hesitated and asked, "Do you like it?"

Shen Qiyou was silent for a moment and replied: "I don't like it."

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you don't like it, you should dry your hair well. Sleeping with wet hair is the easiest way to fall out."

Shen Qiyou didn't speak, and tore off the towel that was hung up just now.

Song Yuan curled the corners of his lips in an instant, his eyes were chasing the tall boy under the light, and he was a little dazed.The warm yellow light softened the sharp facial features of the young man, and the expressionless face was also coated with a soft color.Looking at him like this, he found that the current Shen Qiyou was slightly different from the person in his memory.

After all, there was a difference of ten years, the youthful appearance of his brows and eyes still showed greenness, and his temperament was a little different from the later gentle and stable mature appearance.

As for the figure, it is simply incomparable.

In his previous life, Gu Nian'an's figure had made Song Yuan greedy for a long time, but now seeing Shen Qiyou, he only wanted to make him eat more.

He thought about it endlessly.

In the future, let him eat well, sleep well, take him to check his body, and keep exercising.Well, study hard.

But if Shen Qiyou doesn't like studying, he won't study, he just wants him to be healthy and healthy.

and also……

At this moment, it was still noisy outside, but in this small room, you can hear the sound of needles falling quietly.In such a quiet environment, Song Yuan looked at the expressionless person who was brushing his hair seriously, and suddenly had the illusion that he was very gentle.

No, it's not an illusion, Song Yuan thought.He has always been a very gentle person, no matter whether he is Gu Nian'an or Shen Qiyou.

He thought that two days ago Shen Qiyou had coldly told him to stop following him, but after that every time he approached the other party, he was not really pushed away.He will give him clothes, take him to eat, buy him things, and also worry that he is afraid to walk with him.

The cold appearance has always been a very gentle heart.

There was a warm current in Song Yuan's heart, thinking about why he was so good, and when the person suddenly stopped what he was doing, he realized that he had actually said what he thought.

He suddenly looked away in embarrassment, his face was flushed, he hesitated for a long time without saying anything, and finally whispered, I'm going to take a shower.

Shen Qiyou looked at the flustered figure with drooping eyes and thought for a while, but still didn't understand why he was agreed again after just brushing his hair.

Is it because you listened to him?

The bathroom was small with no bath, just an old looking shaggy head, but it was clean.

Song Yuan took off his clothes and was wrapped in warm water, feeling that the exhaustion from packing up the pile of luggage just now had dissipated. He took a slow shower and was about to put on pajamas after washing when he suddenly heard the sound of the bell ringing.He was still thinking about why he had to ring the bell when he was wearing his clothes, and the next second the bathroom became pitch black.

In an instant, his heart fell to the bottomless valley.

Song Yuan was trembling unconsciously and his breathing was short of breath, he bit his lower lip and told himself to calm down.It's nothing, it's just dark, there's nothing wrong with it, now just walk a few steps forward and open the door.

He took a deep breath to calm down the violent panting, but what followed was an even more suffocating feeling than before.His teeth were chattering while he was holding on to the wall, and he tried desperately to move his legs but he couldn't take a step forward.

He was too scared, afraid of such a darkness without a ray of light.

The calmness that took all the strength and courage to maintain was instantly swallowed up by the thick black like ink.

All that's left is panic, like being thrown into another dimension.There is no concept of time and space, and it is wrapped in darkness without leaving a gap.

No one will find him.

Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to those dark days again. Song Yuan slid down slowly against the wall, and the great fear enveloped him so that he could not make a sound.

He wanted to call Shen Qiyou's name, but what came out of his mouth was low, almost inaudible whimpers and weeping.

Shen Qiyou looked in the direction of the bathroom the moment the lights were turned off and the bell rang, and a few minutes had passed by the time he realized something was wrong.

He thought that Song Yuan should still be washing, but it took him a while to realize that if the other party's timid character found out that the lights were turned off, he would definitely make a sound.

Not so quietly.

Shen Qiyou walked over slowly and stood in front of the door and called Song Yuan's name, but there was no response.There was a "squeak" in the next second, and he pushed the door open.

The moment the voice appeared, the faint light outside also came through. Song Yuan leaned against the corner, curled up with his whole body, such an insecure posture made him panic for a moment.He thought the boy accidentally fell down, and was thrown into his arms before he could speak.

The piece of fabric on the chest was instantly soaked with tears, and the boy in his arms was still trembling and whimpering.

"Shen Qiyou..."

Song Yuan's voice was full of grievance and fear, and he hugged the person desperately and hid in his arms, like a drowning person grabbing the only straw to save his life.