squeamish bag he was reborn

After autumn, the weather is getting colder every day. Not long after the three models passed, Song Yuan put on a scarf, surrounded by a furry circle, and sometimes even covered his chin and nose, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the whole person looked like Extraordinarily small.

He is very afraid of the cold, and every year at this time of year, he can't wait to wrap himself inside and out three times, but even so, his white face is still flushed by the wind, and even the tip of his nose is red .

"Is it cold?"

Shen Qiyou stopped in his tracks, divided the roasted sweet potato in his hand and handed it to Song Yuan, pulled his hat, and tidied up his curled hair.

Song Yuan sniffed and shook his head: "It's not cold."

"I just looked cold, but if I walk away, it doesn't look so exaggerated on my face."

As Song Yuan said, he dug out a spoonful of the middle core with a small spoon and brought it to Shen Qiyou's lips: "You can taste it for me first, is that okay?"

In fact, this season is the best time to eat roasted sweet potatoes. There are stalls selling this kind of food everywhere in the streets and alleys. As long as you have some experience in the ingredients, you will not find too bad sweet potatoes.

It was just an excuse for Song Yuan to say this.

Shen Qiyou naturally knew that he looked down at the tender yellow filling and paused for a few seconds before eating it. A sweet potato is not such a rare food, but the sharing of these daily little things between the two has also become different.

He couldn't help touching the corner of Song Yuan's lips with his fingertips, and then wiped away the residue that the other party had accidentally stuck on.

The two of them were standing by a big bridge at the moment, with all kinds of small stalls lined up on both sides. The sky was approaching dusk, and there were conversations in twos and threes from time to time. Although there were not many people because of the wind, the atmosphere in the market was not so strong. But it has a different taste.

Song Yuan was facing the wind, with a slight prickly pain on his face, but he didn't care about it now, looking at the open water undulating with the wind, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe it specifically, but it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"Qi You, do you often come to this place?"

"seldom."

The boy looked far away, and said in a flat voice, "Unhappy times will come."

Song Yuan pursed his lips all of a sudden, he probably knew at what stage this person would feel unhappy, he thought, at that time Shen Qiyou was still a teenager.

"When I was a child—" he paused for a while before continuing: "When I was a child, I often came here with my parents, and Xiao An."

His mother likes this kind of place very much, there are so many people and people, and sometimes he can find the gadgets he likes when he can relax. Looking for new foods that have not been eaten in this sweet potato.

It was really beautiful at that time, but it is already in the past.

When Shen Qiyou was thinking about these things now, he had actually reconciled with himself. His mother and Xiao An had already passed away, and it was unlikely that he and his father would have a chance to have a good word in this life.

He thought it was time for him to let go.

He has Song Yuan, he wants to look forward.

"have you been here?"

He didn't want Song Yuan to feel sorry for him because of what he said just now, so he changed the subject.

Song Yuan pursed his lips and eyes with inconspicuous moisture and said after a while: "This is the first time I've come here."

Before Shen Qiyou could react, he explained the reason: "But, I have been to this place in my previous life."

"Also, I did a great deed."

Shen Qiyou looked at the young man who cooperated with him to shift his emotions and smiled brightly with a hint of pride, silently curling his lips.

"What good thing?"

Song Yuan thought about it for a while, but when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a timid voice. The person who came was a little girl with two ponytails, her face was flushed, and she squatted down with embarrassing timidity. He showed a gentle smile to the little girl and then said, "Little friend, what's the matter with you?"

Song Yuan was good-looking and so gentle, the little girl blushed even more, she was stunned for a long time before pointing to the street vendor not far away, and said in a low voice: "Brother, do you like strawberries?"

"If you like it, you can buy some. My strawberries are very big and sweet."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't like it. Also, brother, don't be angry."

Song Yuan was slightly taken aback, followed the little girl's gestures and saw the bright red strawberries.

"My brother likes it very much, can you take me there?"

The little girl suddenly showed a smile, showing two small canine teeth, very cute.

"Is this brother going together?"

Song Yuan smiled and pointed to Shen Qiyou's pocket: "Then you have to ask him, brother has no money, all the money is with this brother."

The little girl suddenly became nervous, she was afraid that Shen Qiyou would not go, and she didn't dare to talk to the expressionless person, so she looked at Song Yuan, the gentle brother, with pleading eyes.

"go."

"Let's go."

Shen Qiyou spoke out abruptly, seeing the little girl's disturbed face, he lowered his voice as much as possible, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

After getting an affirmative answer, the little girl was not afraid at once, and she bent her eyes happily again, and ran up and down without forgetting to turn around and look at the two people, fearing that they seemed to be lost.

Song Yuan looked at the little girl's back with an unstoppable smile in his eyes: "The little girl is so cute."

"Ah."

There was also a smile in Shen Qiyou's voice, seeing the smile on the young man's face, he wanted to speak but stopped several times but was unable to speak out.

They walked to the place where strawberries were sold, and the little girl was asking for credit from her mother, with a very proud expression on her face.During the conversation, Song Yuan realized that the little girl took the initiative to find customers to buy strawberries, and wanted to help her mother sell more, so that her mother would not come home too late.

There was another warm current in his heart, and he knew what the phrase "brother, don't be angry" meant.

Song Yuan likes strawberries very much, and the ones at the young mother's stall are just like what the girl said, they are red and beautiful, and the strawberries are big. He and Shen Qiyou bought a big bag.

Before leaving, the little girl whispered something to Song Yuan.

He was stunned by that sentence at first, and then he became a little appreciative after realizing it.

Immediately, I felt that such myself was too naive.

Shen Qiyou didn't know the reason for his series of expressions, a suspicious blush suddenly appeared on his face with the strawberry in his hand.

"Do you... like strawberries very much?"

Song Yuan didn't do it, he wanted to answer immediately: "Well, I like it very much."

After a while, he heard a rather inexplicable sentence, "Well, very cute."

Song Yuan still didn't understand, so he asked blankly: "Strawberry is cute?"

Shen Qiyou was silent.

In this sudden silence, Song Yuan somehow remembered something and his face turned red, almost the same color as the strawberries he bought just now.

He was extremely embarrassed, and his voice was low with a little grievance: "Did you do it on purpose..."

"No."

"No intention."

Shen Qiyou really didn't mean it at the beginning, but he didn't know why he said those three words. After he realized it, that scene had already played automatically in his mind.

His earlobe was red and slightly staggered, Moo's voice was low and inaudible: "I didn't lie to you, strawberries are indeed... cute."

Song Yuan moaned and turned away, his whole body was going to burn because of the extreme shame.

Because of that morning incident.

He is afraid of the cold, and the heating in the dormitory has not started to supply. Every day, he wears a set of thick pajamas and warms the bed. When the bed is hot, he takes off his clothes and changes into a light one.

Originally, Shen Qiyou had always been responsible for warming the bed, but Song Yuan was responsible for the recent exams to save time.

He went to bed very late last night, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow. He didn't have time to change his clothes until he got up and found that he was sleepy, and because the clothes were too thick, he was not comfortable at all. Kicking off the pajama pants, half-kneeling to find the pants to wear.

And what Shen Qiyou saw after washing up was this scene.

Underpants with a strawberry pattern on a white background.

It will still move.

However, Song Yuan was still ignorant, hadn't reacted to the voice, turned his head to look at Shen Qiyou, his hair was bristling, feeling aggrieved by the cold and uncomfortable, and asked pitifully why he couldn't find his pants.

So with red ears, Shen Qiyou first wrapped the person in the blanket, and then found the pants for him at the side.

By the time Song Yuan realized it, he had already got into bed.

He seldom wears this pair of underwear, why Shen Qiyou saw him wearing it this time.

Although the two are in a relationship, their love is purer than elementary school students, and Song Yuan rarely changes clothes in front of Shen Qiyou.

It used to be embarrassing, but now it's covered in a layer of tacit ambiguity.

However, he finally showed his childish strawberry panties in front of this person.

Song Yuan was about to cry, his mother bought it for him, and he insisted that he liked this one the most when he was a child, and this time he wore it because several other ones didn't work.

He was embarrassed and ashamed, and Shen Qiyou sat beside him also silent.

It took a long time before he said, "Very cute."

Because of this sentence, Song Yuan's face was red all morning.

And now this person reminded him of what he had finally forgotten, and Song Yuan even felt that the strawberry Shen Qiyou was carrying in his hand became strange.

It took him a long time to sort out his emotions, but the redness on his face was still there, and he seemed to be steaming when he spoke.

"Don't talk about it, okay?"

Shen Qiyou responded in a low voice, and changed the subject again: "Just now, what did she... say?"

"she says--"

Song Yuan paused before saying: "She said that she likes me because I look good."

Shen Qiyou curled his lips when he heard the words: "Yes."

"good-looking."

"I lied to you."

Song Yuan stood on tiptoe and whispered in Shen Qiyou's ear, "She said, brother Gao Gao is so pretty."

"Brother Gao Gao" was obviously taken aback, and then said: "It's not good-looking."

Song Yuan frowned immediately: "What's not good-looking? Student Shen, do you misunderstand your appearance?"

"It looks good...?"

"good-looking."

"Super nice."

Shen Qiyou's ears turned red suddenly, and he didn't speak any more, but took advantage of the cover of the night to hold Song Yuan's hand.

It took him a long time before he spoke: "Song Yuan, do you like children?"

"Quite like."

Song Yuan added another sentence: "I like good children more."

"Ah."

Shen Qiyou paused: "Then we can..."

"We'll talk about it later."

Song Yuan interrupted him word by word and said: "Shen Qiyou, you are enough for me now."

He understood what this person meant when he said this, but when he mentioned the good boy just now, what he thought of was Shen Qiyou when he was a child.

He thought, if only he could hug that little boy when he was a child.

He is so good.

Someone needs to hurt him.

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