squeamish bag he was reborn

"Come in."

Song Yuan put the flower pot in his hand in a suitable position, and turned his head only to find that Shen Qiyou was still standing outside the door.

"...Why don't you come in?" He looked around the room and found nothing wrong, it was clean and tidy.

"Ah."

The boy outside the door responded in a low voice, but his footsteps still seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he still didn't move half a step.

Song Yuan slightly bent his lips and walked to him at a very slow speed, every step he took, he found that Shen Qiyou's ears became more red.

"What's the matter?" The young man said with a low voice and a smile.

Shen Qiyou paused and said, "Nervous."

The smile in Song Yuan's voice became more and more obvious: "Why are you nervous?"

"Nervous..." Shen Qiyou pursed his lips for a while before lowering his head and continued: "This is the first time I entered your room."

It was the first time to step into Song Yuan's private territory.

How could he not be nervous.

"do not worry."

"Ah."

"not nervous."

Looking at the obedient Song Yuan, he continued, "Because there will be many more visits in the future."

It took Shen Qiyou a long time before he hummed.

"Boy friend."

Hearing these three words, he subconsciously replied "I'm here", and then realized that they were face to face, and immediately twirled his fingertips, only feeling that the place and his heart were slightly hot.

Not just because I said a nonsense.

Also because no matter how many times you listen to that sentence, it will still be the same as the first name.

In the next second, Song Yuan directly grabbed his hand and led him into the room, then closed the door.

In the room, Shen Qiyou's Adam's apple was rolling unconsciously, his eyes were slightly shifted away from Song Yuan, and the hands they held were hot.

"Shen Qiyou."

Song Yuan called his name, his face was already flushed red at some point, his voice was low as if he was embarrassed: "You are like this... I am also nervous."

After he finished speaking, he touched his face with his free hand and lowered his voice, as if he was complaining about being coquettish: "Look, my face is red."

Hearing this, Shen Qiyou looked up at him, but lowered his head again in the blink of an eye, and then said seriously: "I will try my best not to be nervous."

"Don't blush."

Song Yuan suddenly became a little dumb, and his blushing was beyond his control.Besides, it's not all because of him.

He pursed his lips a little unhappy: "I'm blushing very...ugly?"

After finishing speaking, he thought of a little man with red cheeks in his own mind, as if he was indeed a little stupid.

"Not ugly."

Shen Qiyou carefully explained the reason: "You look beautiful when you blush."

"Because you look good, I want to keep looking at you. This makes me more nervous."

"That's why I don't want you to blush."

Song Yuan let out a groan, his whole body was on fire after being hit by these unexpected straight balls, his face was even redder and even a little hot.

He lowered his head and thought, Shen Qiyou who said provocative words with such a deadpan face is really amazing.

When she raised her eyes again, she found that Shen Qiyou was really looking at him as he said, without blinking.

Song Yuan suddenly became more embarrassed.

"Shen Qiyou..."

"Ok?"

This sentence is not the same as the previous ones, the voice is deep and hoarse with a little carelessness, Song Yuan only feels that his ears are numb for a moment.He paused and thought again, maybe it wasn't the tone of voice, but himself.

It was him who always felt that what Shen Qiyou said and did was teasing him.

He calmed down and said slowly: "We are a couple... It's not that kind of relationship, so don't be so nervous."

"What kind of relationship?"

Shen Qiyou looked at him in bewilderment, and even his nervousness dropped a lot.

Song Yuan quickly raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head and said in a low voice: "...It's just a lover who can't see the light or something."

He didn't know why he thought of this kind of relationship, but seeing Shen Qiyou's appearance, he felt that this description was actually quite appropriate.

His boyfriend was too nervous, obviously they were already in the same bed relationship.

After Song Yuan finished speaking, an ambiguous atmosphere rose in the room for no reason, and the two teenagers standing facing each other under the warm yellow light seemed to have some ulterior secret.

It took a long time for Shen Qiyou's ears to turn red before he said: "Then I... come here, do uncles and aunts know?"

They came in through the back door just now, so they didn't know it. Song Yuan didn't think too much about it for a moment and answered him. After he realized it, he looked at him in surprise, his eyes wide open, "You really think we are that kind of relationship?"

"I was just..."

He looked angry and aggrieved, and Shen Qiyou panicked immediately. He pressed Song Yuan's fingertips and saw that people's eyes were steamed up, and his heart ached again: "I know."

"We are aboveboard couples, not shady lovers, I know that."

"Song Yuan, I'm very bad at talking."

Shen Qiyou thought for a while and directly pressed the red-eyed boy into his arms, patted his back very gently, and waited until the person in his arms felt embarrassed to think about it before saying each word.

"I'm nervous because, because this is where you grew up, this is where you went from a kid to what you are today."

"I am standing here now, as if, as if I can see you in different periods."

"Also, this is your private domain, so I... I..."

Shen Qiyou didn't say any more and directly concluded: "Song Yuan, your room is very different to me."

"are different."

"However, I wasn't very nervous when I went to your bedroom for the first time." The person in his arms had long since lost his aggrieved look, and looked up at the person's raised tone as if trying to tear down the stage.

"That time, I was also very nervous."

Song Yuan snorted: "Why are you so nervous every time? Whether it's me going to your place or you coming to my place."

Shen Qiyou shook his head honestly, he didn't know the specific reason.

"I know."

"You must be too shy." Song Yuan said in a clear tone.

Hearing this, Shen Qiyou raised a shallow arc and said softly: "Well, I'm too shy."

"certainly not."

Song Yuan vetoed the answer himself, raised his eyes and looked at the person speaking seriously.

"Because you like me so much."

Because I like it so much, I will be so nervous and flustered even for a small matter.It was also because I liked it so much, even though I was nervous, I still stood in front of him.

There is not only one gift in Shen Qiyou's bag.

"When did you do this?" Song Yuan sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding an enamel doll in his hand, with unstoppable surprise and smile on his face with bright eyes.

It was a q-version little boy, wearing a small black suit and a cute little crown on his head.

"Shen Qiyou, could this be me?"

Song Yuan blushed and felt a little narcissistic, but he already had a great confidence in his heart that this villain was himself.

"Well, it's you."

Shen Qiyou added: "It's based on the day you came here."

Song Yuan thought about it for a while, and he should be talking about the day he transferred to Area B. His brows and eyes were filled with smiles, and his tone was soft: "So you saw me at that time?"

Shen Qiyou was honest as always: "Well, I've seen it, I've seen it several times, and I won't stop looking at you when you come down."

Song Yuan let out a cry, desperately suppressing the uncontrollable corners of his mouth, lovingly pinching the little man in his hand, and after pinching for a while, he couldn't help but kissed the corner of Shen Qiyou's mouth.

"Really like."

"Who do you like?" The person who was caught off guard still had no expression on his face, but there was an obvious smile in his voice.

Song Yuan shook the doll in his hand: "I like him."

Before anyone lost his mind, he kissed again before continuing: "But I like you the most."

With just this one sentence, the tips of Shen Qiyou's ears that had just faded from enthusiasm turned red again.

"Then what is this?"

Song Yuan carefully hugged his smaller self, and pointed to something similar to a sketchbook in Shen Qiyou's hand.

"It's you too."

Shen Qiyou opened that notebook, and it was full of portraits of Song Yuan, those who were asleep, those who were smiling, those who were bored in class and frantically doing papers, and those who were looking at Shen Qiyou.

Each portrait is carefully completed, even the outlines of the corners are wiped clean, it is not difficult to see the cherishment and love of the painter.

There was tide in Song Yuan's eyes, and he threw himself into Shen Qiyou's arms, his voice was as soft as if he had been soaked in a spring rain: "When did you start painting this? I don't know why."

Shen Qiyou hugged the person in his arms and adjusted his comfortable posture before saying: "It's very early."

"Probably you—"

"It was when you took me to listen to you playing the piano."

"I didn't finish it all in class, sometimes I just made a draft." He said as he turned the page and pointed to several pictures, "Most of these were drawn by me when I went home, and the rest were last night and Drawn this morning."

Listening to what he said, Song Yuan flipped through the pages one by one, only to realize at the back that Shen Qiyou not only drew him now, but also drew him a long time later.

Him, the 20-year-old him, and the 27-year-old him.

Every one can see his growth and transformation, so he relied on his imagination to draw Song Yuan that he had never seen before.

Times he wasn't a part of.

The tears in Song Yuan's eyes were even worse, and he acted coquettishly like a child in his arms and did not let go.

"Why are you so nice..."

After he finished speaking, he covered Shen Qiyou's mouth that was about to speak, even if this person didn't say anything, he knew what he was going to say.

He would only say, he is good, he Song Yuan is good.

"Shen Qiyou, can I continue drawing on it?"

"Well, yes."

Song Yuan got up immediately and took the paintbrush. After thinking for a while, he conveniently drew on the drawing paper.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth...

At first Shen Qiyou didn't realize what Song Yuan was going to draw until a rough outline appeared on the paper.

He is painting him.

One pair after another, those things that he never remembered, those that he hadn't had time to participate in, in the time that belonged to Song Yuan and the other him, there was his figure of Shen Qiyou.

It was as if Gu Nian'an was by his side back then.

He thought that this point would not change even if he did it all over again.

Song Yuan is always by his side.

"Shen Qiyou."

Song Yuan pointed to the blank paper at the end, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said very seriously: "We will be together for many, many years."

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