squeamish bag he was reborn

"Just here."

Song Yuan lowered his head and said in a low voice, but his hand was holding on to the hem of Shen Qiyou's clothes.

And this is the third time he has said this sentence.

Under the dimly lit street lights, Shen Qiyou looked at the boy's shiny hair and felt soft in his heart. At the same time, he also had a strong desire to let time stop at this moment.

That way they won't separate.

"Ah."

He paused and said, "You go first, I'll watch you."

Song Yuan shook his head: "You go first, I will watch you."

Shen Qiyou didn't speak but looked at him with what could be called a gentle expression.Song Yuan was defeated after being watched for a while, his face was flushed, and his voice was soft: "Then I will go first."

However, the two of them still maintained the action just now, motionless.

After a while, Song Yuan threw himself into Shen Qiyou's arms with a groan, a little aggrieved: "Would you like to stay a little longer, I don't want to...separate from you."

"Ah."

Shen Qiyou patted the back of the person in his arms, and the two of them hugged for a while longer before Song Yuan reluctantly let go of him, with a low voice: "This time I really left."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pulled into his arms and hugged again, and then he heard Shen Qiyou's deep voice.

"Well, slow down."

Song Yuan nodded, feeling a little unspeakably sad and lost in his heart.He couldn't help but think of the inseparable feeling of being apart for a short while when seeing other people in love. At that time, he found it incredible and incomprehensible. Now that it's his turn, he realizes that this feeling is really uncomfortable.

He said goodbye to Shen Qiyou and moved forward step by step at a speed that can be called turtle speed. After walking for less than a minute, he looked back and saw the figure of the tall boy staring at him intently. The next move, and ran back.

"...Why are you back?" Shen Qiyou's voice was hoarse.

"When I saw you, I couldn't help it."

Song Yuan's voice was very low and a little impressive, and he felt that he was too clingy to be honest.

Shen Qiyou's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his voice became hoarse than before: "Song Yuan, I can't help it if you're like this."

"Can't bear what?"

"I can't help it—" he paused before continuing, "I can't help hiding you."

Song Yuan let out an ah as if he hadn't realized it, and then the heat spread to his cheeks, and he felt hot all over his body for a moment.

Because of Shen Qiyou's unabashed and unexpected allurement, it's extraordinarily provocative and straightforward.

He lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Then... hide it."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the person: "If only I could become smaller, you can put me in your clothes pocket and hide it."

There are also some regrets.

At this moment, Shen Qiyou felt as if his heart was held on a soft cloud, a cloud named Song Yuan.

But hiding is still impossible, Song Yuan must go home.

He hugged the person again, stood on tiptoe and kissed Shen Qiyou's chin, then whispered in the person's ear: "Boyfriend."

"exist."

"Remember to miss me." Song Yuan quickly finished this sentence and ran away without looking back, afraid that he couldn't help but look back and didn't want to be separated from him again.

Shen Qiyou's eyes chased the hurried figure, and he didn't look back until it became a small black spot that was completely invisible, and then the corners of his lips curled into a very shallow arc.

He thought, Song Yuan actually didn't need to say that sentence.

He won't forget thinking about him, because he's already thinking about him now.

Song Yuan's birthday is the seventh day of the summer vacation.

It didn't even occur to him at first, and it wasn't until his brother kept asking him what gifts he wanted that he realized he was going to be an adult soon.

Although strictly speaking he is an adult.

But Song Yuan still thinks this day is very meaningful, this is another life when he met 17-year-old Shen Qiyou.

As in the past, his birthday was organized by his brother alone, because it was a coming-of-age ceremony, this time it was a little bigger than before, the dinner party was crowded with a bunch of well-dressed figures, but Song Yuan didn't want to see that one.

Shen Qiyou didn't come, not even a birthday greeting.

Song Yuan pursed his lips, feeling uncontrollably disappointed.

He thought Shen Qiyou would remember, he had told this person before.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to send him a message, but after writing for a long time, he still deleted it bit by bit. After all, his identity was different, and Song Yuan was rarely angry with this person.

Very wronged again.

He said hello to his brother and ran to the rooftop. Anyway, tonight's highlight has passed, so it doesn't matter if he is there or not.

Song Yuan leaned back on the railing and looked up at the stars in the night sky. The depression was blown by the wind on the roof, and the depression has dissipated a lot.

The familiar scene reminded him of Gu Nian'an who he thought was the first time he met in his previous life.It was also his birthday at that time, and he also ran to the rooftop alone, and then met a strange person he thought was very strange in this place.

At that time he also gave him clothes to wear.

Song Yuan curled the corners of his lips unconsciously, and suddenly thought of Shen Qiyou's words, only then did he belatedly realize that this person already liked him at that time.

Then his behavior at that time is very understandable.

He is the only one who expresses his liking so clumsily.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan suddenly wanted to see Shen Qiyou very much.

He almost ran down the roof and returned to the room in a hurry, turned on the phone and clicked on the familiar nickname, but stopped in the next second.

It took him a while before he dialed the number, and the moment he connected, his voice became uncontrollably aggrieved: "Shen Qiyou——"

"I miss you."

Almost the second after he finished speaking, Shen Qiyou's somewhat distorted voice came from his ears, and he said, Song Yuan, you open the window.

He opened the window, and the person he was thinking about stood downstairs and looked up at him.

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