On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

The largest LED screen on the square plays the latest movie promotion, sci-fi blockbusters, joint creations at home and abroad, all of which are first-line international movie stars. The oversized screen illuminates the whole square as if it were daytime, and other colorful neon lights become embellishments .

Ye Jiaqing was wearing slippers and walking slowly. He put his hands in Song Nanqi's pockets, which were no warmer than his own pockets, but he just wanted to put them in his pockets.

"Are you going home to stay tonight?" Song Nanqi pinched Ye Jiaqing's fingers, and slowly locked them together along the cracks between them.

Ye Jiaqing lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembling, "Yes, otherwise, where else would we go?"

"..."

"Go to my house."

Ye Jiaqing was puzzled, "Aren't you going to work the night shift?"

Song Nanqi said: "My cousin and I asked for leave."

Ye Jiaqing was slightly taken aback, he knew what kind of person Song Nanqi was, it was not a particularly urgent and last resort situation, and the study must be the first.

He knew that Song Nanqi was repeatedly breaking the principles and lowering the bottom line for him, so he couldn't help being a good boy when he got cheap.

"Ah, did you ask for leave?" He pretended, "Did I affect your study? It's all my fault. I came to you without even saying hello, which delayed your internship. I'm too naive."

Song Nanqi could clearly see the smugness in his eyes.

Ye Jiaqing could feel the change in Song Nanqi's eyes, from scrutiny to helplessness.

He still wanted to say something, but Song Nanqi raised his hand to pinch his jaw, and the other party leaned over, and bit Ye Jiaqing firmly on the face in the crowded square.

What Ye Jiaqing hadn't said yet was bitten off by him in one bite. He was dazed and a little helpless and wanted to wipe off the saliva left on his face with his sleeve. There should be some, cold, where he was bitten. There is also some crispy numbness.

Song Nanqi pressed his hand down in time, leaned over and took another bite.

"..."

"Mr. Song, what you said, you can't do this in public."

Teacher Song didn't answer.

On the way to Song Nanqi's house, Ye Jiaqing still sent a message to Ye Si, telling her so that she would not worry, and also sent a text message to her uncle to coax Ye Si, uncle is the best at it.

When we arrived, it was past ten o'clock, and the gate was closed. Song Nanqi took Ye Jiaqing in through the back door.

A large red plum tree was planted at the back door. The trunk and branches were twisted, dotted with flower buds, and it was about to bloom. It happened to block the side of the back door, and its branches stretched to the stone road.

The back door was locked, Song Nanqi called the housekeeper, and after a while, an aunt came and opened the door.

Seeing Ye Jiaqing following Song Nanqi, the aunt was very pleasantly surprised, "Wu Wu is here?"

Ye Jiaqing nodded, "Good evening, Auntie."

Since Ye Jiaqing came to the Song family last time, he has seen everyone in the Song family, and basically everyone remembers him, because he is Song Nanqi's boyfriend, no matter who they are, they treat him as their own family of.

And he is more talkative and well-behaved than Song Nanqi, and he is lovable when he looks at him. As soon as he entered the room, the aunt asked enthusiastically: "Do you want to eat anything? There are cookies and some bread in the kitchen. Fruit tea, if you like spicy food, there are braised duck feet and duck tongue”

Song Nanqi: "We've had dinner outside."

He paused slightly, glanced at Ye Jiaqing, and said, "Fruit tea, thank you for your hard work."

The aunt kept saying that it was not hard.

Being able to work in the Song family is a blessing from the previous life. The salary is high and the environment is relaxed. The main reason is that everyone in the family is very polite and treats aunts like elders.

Ye Jiaqing followed Song Nanqi into the room.

There is heating in the house, because it is cold winter, sometimes the heating is a bit boring, there is a small fireplace in his room, there is a pile of dry firewood next to it, there is a fresh and elegant cashmere carpet in front of the fireplace, a log-colored coffee table, coffee table Next to it is a single couch.

There is also an open book on the sofa, which Song Nanqi probably read the night before.

Ye Jiaqing walked over to look at the book, the upper right corner was the title of the book - "Gitanjali - Gardener Collection", Tagore's.

"Give me the phone." Song Nanqi's voice sounded behind him unexpectedly. Before Ye Jiaqing could react, the other party's hand stretched out. Song Nanqi was very close to Ye Jiaqing at this moment, as if hugging Ye Jiaqing from behind.

But his purpose was to get Ye Jiaqing's cell phone.

When I was at the hot pot restaurant, the time was too tight and the occasion was not private enough.

Ye Jiaqing's cell phone was taken away, and he became nervous again. Before Song Nanqi made a statement, his nervousness contained worry, worrying that Song Nanqi would hate his behavior on the surface and behind the scenes. Now there is only nervousness left. Because he didn't know Song Nanqi's purpose at this moment.

The fire in the fireplace was not strong, and the temperature and humidity in the air were just right. Auntie brought fruit tea, which contained orange honey, roses, and two slices of grapefruit.

But Ye Jiaqing was fidgeting. He sat cross-legged on the carpet, put his coat aside, poured a cup of fruit tea, soaked cookies in it, and Song Nanqi sat on the sofa beside him, watching his Weibo seriously.

A total of seventy microblogs.

At the beginning, it was relatively restrained, just a few sighs, and then it became more and more free, probably only the key parts were not exposed, even the back.

The person in the photo is undoubtedly good-looking. He can play Sanda and dance, his body is extremely flexible, his lines are extremely beautiful, but he does not lack a sense of strength, his skin is fair, and his proportions are like that of Nuwa, which took him a year to figure out. .

"It's nothing to look at." Ye Jiaqing lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes looked like a piece of warm and well-textured jade under the light of the fire and lights, and he and the appearance shown on the trumpet were completely two people.

The boy lowered his eyes, and his attention seemed to be on the snack in his hand. The skin on the neck was baked and soft like cream, a warm color.

The cookies were chocolate hazelnuts, and he held one in his hand, with long, slender fingers and cleanly manicured nails.

Probably this is the most real Ye Jiaqing.

Song Nanqi returned the phone to Ye Jiaqing again, "What do you like, just tell me later." There is no need to tell so many netizens.

Ye Jiaqing did not express any objection to Song Nanqi's words at this time.

"no problem."

He breathed lightly, and the sound of crackling firewood in the fireplace was amplified in his ears. Ye Jiaqing moved his sore legs, trying to change his posture, but before he succeeded, Song Nanqi, who was sitting on the sofa, leaned over Come down and let him sit facing you.

Ye Jiaqing washed his hair in the morning, and it feels very good. Song Nanqi's palm lingered on his hair, and gradually moved to the side of his face and chin. Ye Jiaqing's face was slowly lifted up.

Song Nanqi asked him calmly, "When do you want to do it?"

"What?" Ye Jiaqing didn't react for a while.

Song Nanqi didn't say much, just quietly waiting for an answer.

Ye Jiaqing looked into the deep eyes of the other party, and understood, he was still holding the cookie in his hand, his fingers were scorchingly hot, the powdered sugar layer on the cookie seemed to have been scalded by him.

"Mr. Song, this is a matter of letting nature take its course."

Of course he hopes, just tonight, right now, right now, right now.

But thinking of Song Nanqi's drive, he was a little timid again.

Song Nanqi's fingers were much cooler than Ye Jiaqing's cheeks. He leaned over to kiss Ye Jiaqing lightly, and Ye Jiaqing opened his mouth completely subconsciously.

As soon as the kiss was touched, Song Nanqi looked down at Ye Jiaqing anxiously waiting to be fed like a kitten. His eyes were much gentler than usual, and he couldn't hold back a smile.

He also laughed out loud.

Ye Jiaqing came back to his senses and found that Song Nanqi was laughing at himself, and immediately blew his hair. He moved back a little distance, threw the cookie into his mouth, and chewed it viciously twice.

"I'm leaving." He got up and made a gesture to leave.

Song Nanqi stood up and grabbed Ye Jiaqing's wrist and pulled him back, throwing him on the sofa.

"Where are you going?" Song Nanqi rubbed his wrist, "The weather forecast says that there will be a snowstorm at night, which will last for a week."

Ye Jiaqing didn't know why.Song Nanqi took the remote control in his hand from the coffee table, locked the door, and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was pitch black outside, "Wu Wu, stay and play at my house for a week. Tell auntie that you are at my house."

"Let's watch the snow together, and I'll accompany you to eat snacks and watch movies."

"Aren't you familiar with it?"

"not going."

"Song Nanqi, you're double-standard!" Ye Jiaqing thought it was funny, and felt that such Song Nanqi was rare, a string of warm bubbles rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Well, I have double standards."

The air is filled with the sweet but not greasy smell of biscuits and fruit tea.

Ye Jiaqing rubbed against Song Nanqi, clasped Song Nanqi's hand behind his fingers, and begged in a low voice, "Teacher Song, give me a kiss, the kind that sticks out your tongue."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face was grabbed by palms. Ye Jiaqing's face was really small, and the hand felt very good. He was afraid of crushing him, but it seemed like crushing him, crushing him.

"If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you too." Song Nanqi said slowly. He looked into Ye Jiaqing's eyes, seemed to think for a while, and then added calmly, "The kind that sticks out the tongue."

The lethality of a reserved person's debauchery is enormous, Ye Jiaqing opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and Song Nanqi took the opportunity to kiss her.

It was impossible for Ye Jiaqing to reject Song Nanqi, but thinking of Song Nanqi's violent kissing style, Ye Jiaqing didn't know whether it was fear or expectation, and the concentrated emotions blended together to stimulate people's emotions even more.

Song Nanqi gently licked and sucked the tip of Ye Jiaqing's tongue in his mouth, and pulled the other's tongue into his own mouth forcefully. His room smelled of orange, so sweet that it made people dizzy, but his mouth was filled with the refreshing smell of mint. - He brushed his teeth when he came back.

"Okay." Ye Jiaqing didn't dare to continue, his clothes were already in a mess, and the pajamas inside were very loose.

Ye Jiaqing could always feel Song Nanqi's gaze, which fell on his face, neck, and fingers. He was extremely focused and hot, and it turned into something substantial.

He thought for a while, licked his lips, raised his eyes, and suggested cautiously: "Mr. Song, let's not make it to the end, like that day, shall we?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly corrected it, "Just do that today, and we will find time later."

"Yes." Song Nanqi's voice was extremely hoarse.

The light and shadow dispersed and turned into a dazzling blur. Outside the window, at some point, snow began to fall.Dreamlike.

The book on the coffee table stays at page 36:

- As long as I live, I'll call you my everything...