squeamish bag he was reborn

"Do you want to take these away?" Shen Qiyou pointed to the box in the corner and looked at the depressed young man.

Song Yuan drooped his head and let out a hum, seeing that he was about to take it over, then pursed his lips slightly.

"Shen Qiyou, I'll clean up these things later, don't worry. You...you come here first."

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon." Shen Qiyou lifted the box over while speaking, and put the clothes that Song Yuan had arranged just now into another box one by one.There was some clumsy and unfamiliar movements, but the expression on his face was extremely serious.

Song Yuan pursed his lips and looked at it for a while, stood up, walked to the half-squatting person and stretched out a hand to him: "I'll do this later, okay?"

Shen Qiyou paused for a moment and said that someone pinched both sides of his cheeks before he could say it. He raised his eyes to see that Song Yuan didn't make a question, but instead tightened his lips in line with the movements of his hands.

From Song Yuan's point of view, it looks like he is asking for a kiss.

He blushed for a moment, then let go of his hand and pulled him up again, with a slightly aggrieved tone: "Do you really want me to go? Pack my luggage as soon as I come back."

After a pause, he added in a low voice: "We're going to be separated tomorrow, and you...don't even stay with me for a while longer to talk or anything."

He felt so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look at people after speaking, but he unconsciously scratched the palm of Shen Qiyou's hand, like a small animal acting like a baby.

Shen Qiyou lowered his eyes slightly and his heart softened. He pulled Song Yuan to sit on the bed and thought for a while before organizing his words and saying: "No."

"I do it because it's a distraction."

Song Yuan's eyes rolled up and he asked knowingly: "Why do you want to divert your attention? Don't I have... Does the suitcase attract you?"

"Because I can't bear it."

"So do something else."

"……Have."

Shen Qiyou's expression was no different when he said this, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Even if Song Yuan roughly guessed the reason, being said directly like this still made him blush and heartbeat, he had no resistance at all to such Shen Qiyou.

The summer vacation officially begins on July [-]st, and today is their last night at school.

After returning home, we will no longer be able to see each other at any time like in school, and the time of sitting and talking together will be reduced a lot, let alone other more intimate things.

It can be regarded as extremely sad for couples who have been together for less than a week.

Song Yuan was in this mood at the moment, and the mood that had just been improved by Shen Qiyou's straight ball became depressed again.

He pursed his lips and grabbed Shen Qiyou's hand and pressed his palm with his fingertips. The scars healed very well, leaving only some very faint marks that would disappear completely in a short time.

But there was still a dense pain in his heart.

At that time, although his consciousness was not so clear, he still had some vague impressions, but he only instinctively cried out that he was in pain, while Shen Qiyou was so hurt that he didn't say a word and even came to comfort him.

Thinking of this, his heart ached again, and without even thinking about it, he bent down and kissed the fingertips held by him.

The moment Shen Qiyou was caught off guard by this soft touch, he only felt the tingling itch from his fingertips reached his heart in just a few seconds, and in the next second his whole body stiffened visibly to the naked eye.

There was also an imperceptible blush on his face.

Song Yuan kissed him.

Although it's just a finger, it's enough to shut down his brain for a long time.

Song Yuan was also a little embarrassed, and raised his eyes to see the mist in his eyes: "Did it... frighten you?"

Shen Qiyou shook his head and his voice was hoarse: "No."

After a pause, he said again: "I like it very much." After speaking, the blush on his face became more obvious, and Song Yuan's heart softened when he saw such a shy and honest person.

With a groan, he leaned over and retracted his whole body into Shen Qiyou's arms as before, and the reluctance that rubbed his chin against his neck gradually turned into sadness.

He doesn't want to be separated from this person.

Not at all.

After a while, Song Yuan's muffled voice came: "Boyfriend, you must remember to miss me."

"Just call me if you think so."

"Also, after I get home, I will definitely send you messages every day, and maybe open videos, so don't think I'm annoying."

"I don't like... I want to bother you too." After Song Yuan finished speaking, he took a bite of the soft flesh on the side of his neck, but the force was more like grinding his teeth than biting.

Or more accurately kisses.

Shen Qiyou's ears were flushed, and he hugged him tightly and replied seriously: "I think you will call you, and I won't find you annoying."

How can he be annoyed by people who are too late for him to like.

He didn't even know how to like this person in his arms.

Song Yuan slept with Shen Qiyou at night, and soon after parting, he couldn't care less about the embarrassment and discomfort in his heart. He hugged him like an octopus, and the two of them chatted endlessly until the middle of the night. Go to sleep.

When Song Yuan was lying alone on his little bed the next day, he couldn't stop the inexplicable grievance in his heart.

His old boyfriend is gone, and he can only sleep by himself in the future, with no one to hug or kiss.The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he was, he sniffed and opened the WeChat chat box, flipping through the chat history not long ago.

The content of their previous chats is seldom finished in a single flip, and even WeChat friends were added only a few days ago.

The first one was sent by Shen Qiyou.

S: [Is that you?Song Yuan. ]

S: [Why is the WeChat nickname 0? ]

o: [It's me, not zero, it's o. ] followed by an emoji of a big idiot.

S: [Misunderstanding, why is it called this? ]

o: [Because Yuan and Yuan have the same sound, you see, o is also round, so it is called this. ] What follows is still an emoji of a big idiot, but this one is much more vicious compared to the last soft and cute one.

S: [Not a big idiot. ]

o: [Understood, it's a little idiot. ]

S: [It's not an idiot, it's Shen Qiyou. ]

Looking at the chat records, the corners of Song Yuan's mouth raised unconsciously, and the depressed and aggrieved mood just now improved a lot.When he clicked on the comment column and thought about what kind of remarks he should change to his boyfriend, a message popped up in the chat box.

S: [It has new buds. ]

S: [picture]

S: [I will take good care of it at home. ]

It refers to the little flower that Song Yuan dug for Shen Qiyou in the soil before. That unknown wild flower was more tenacious than he imagined, and even gave birth to new life.

Song Yuan's heart seemed to be wrapped in the soft buds in the picture, and his heart was filled with warmth.

When he was typing the reply, he found that Shen Qiyou was also typing. He stopped suddenly to see what the other party would say, but after waiting for several minutes, he still didn't send it, but it kept showing that it was typing.

It was some time later that he received the belated message.

S: [It may be blooming soon, if you want to see it, you can come to me. ]

Nanfeng Dujia is followed by another one, [Look at it. ]

The moment Song Yuan saw the content, the corners of his lips couldn't stop raising, the corners of his eyes and brows were all smiling, and his heart was almost melted by such Shen Qiyou.

As long as he thinks of the way the other party struggled to type these words for a long time, his heart seems to be wrapped in soft and sweet cotton candy, which is sweet and soft.

o: [Just look at it? ]

It took a long time for Shen Qiyou to send a message, but it was another straight ball that didn't answer the question.

S: [I miss you. ]

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Don't worry, everyone, there are at most two chapters to explain clearly, either the next chapter or the next chapter, bobobo