It is clear

It happened to be the end of the dinner, and there were many people waiting in the lobby of the hotel.

Xu Yan put Tan Yu next to the sofa, and touched his ears affectionately like a toy.

Seeing Tan Yu half-opening his eyes and looking at himself, he smiled and touched his earlobe with his index finger: "Wait a minute."

This wait lasted nearly half an hour, not to mention Tan Yu, even Xu Yan felt that the fragrance in the hall was too greasy.

He hurried back with the room card, and the erector quickly got into the elevator.

It's a big bed room, it doesn't mean anything else, business is so good on Friday night, this is the only room of similar type left.

Xu Yan was not afraid of the slanting shadow, and wrapped Tan Yu upright in the white quilt.He didn't take care of the patient, he just touched his forehead.

Tan Yu couldn't help laughing, and muttered, "I don't have a fever."

"Go to sleep, you."

Adults have headaches, and the most important things at this time are light and sound.

Xu Yan drew the three layers of curtains tightly, turned off the noisy central air conditioner, and sat on the carpet against the bed.

He always thinks to himself that he is young and beautiful, it's not that he hasn't met people on the hotel bed, and of course there are times when he refuses.

But to appease a man with a headache, such a thing has never happened.

The sound of breathing behind him gradually eased from the heavy one at the beginning.

I don't know if he endured the pain, or just fainted, Tan Yu sank quietly into the softness, and there was no more movement.

Xu Yan stretched out his hand from the side of the bed, but he didn't know the direction, and directly stuffed his hand into the gap between Tan Yu's back and the bed.

It was hot and humid, and the intensity of a headache could almost be imagined.

He couldn't help raising his head to look at Tan Yu, but he couldn't find anything in the dim environment, so he could only grope and hold the other's hand.

No matter how awake, the surroundings are still dark and quiet.

After maintaining the sitting posture for an unknown amount of time, Xu Yan felt that every bone in his body seemed to be out of place.

He let go of their still-clutched hands, walked to the window, and lifted a slit to look out.

The rain still hasn't stopped, and even has a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

I don't know if the double-glazed glass is good for sound insulation, or the rain is really quiet. Xu Yan only saw the raindrops leaving futile traces on the window, but he couldn't even hear the sound of rain.

He suddenly remembered the leak marks.

Xu Yan started to practice calligraphy when he was as tall as the table, from Yongzi Bafa to Zhuanli Kaixing cursive, the rare good time was all in the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The first time he listened to the house leak mark, he couldn't imagine what kind of picture and what kind of realm it was.Dad excitedly drove to the countryside, pointed to the traces on the village houses and told him that the hidden front is inside, and that the road is simple.

He turned his head to look at Tan Yu, and felt that he was like a house leak.

Tan Yu attracted him, but it made him unable to see the mysterious red line between the two of them, everything came to the present naturally.

It was already dark outside, and it was probably late at night.

Xu Yan got tired of thinking, he yawned, and lay down beside Tan Yu.

With hardly any effort, he quickly fell asleep in the strange bed.

Early the next morning, the two were awakened by a knock on the door.

Tan Yu was surprised that he didn't have the routine headache when he got up in the morning, when he saw Xu Yan jumped up from his side and arrived at the door in the blink of an eye.

According to my aunt, it is already 12 o'clock, and I asked them if they want to renew the room.

The two of them were not really popular, but Xu Yan returned a look asking for advice.He seemed to have realized it himself, and said without waiting for an answer that he didn't need to renew the room.

The hotel they stayed in was a landmark building in the old city of Sanmi, right on the main street, very close to Xu Yan's house.

Tan Yu was going to pick up his car, and when he got out of the hotel, he happened to hail a taxi.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yan also came up, and said to the driver: "Please go through the South Market, and drop me off at Mo Yantang."

Knowing that Tan Yu was looking at him, Xu Yan flicked the hair on the left side: "If you have a headache, go to the hospital for a checkup."

"I checked and found nothing."

Tan Yu didn't know that he was complaining, but Xu Yan could hear it.

The corners of his eyes bent helplessly according to his mood, he reached into Tan Yu's pocket, touched the cool jade, and patted it lightly: "Take care of the baby I gave you."

When we arrived at the South Market, the old road collided with the market and was blocked terribly.

Xu Yan asked the driver to put on the brakes and got out of the car early.

Until his back disappeared without a trace, the taxi still couldn't move forward one meter.

Tan Yu withdrew his gaze, patted the jade badge like him, couldn't help but took out his phone and searched for the best ink pad.

Yan Xueke never thought of doing business, let alone opening a pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop, so he was extremely random when he named it.

When Mo and Xu Yan's names were combined together, it became Mo Yantang.

In recent years, the business has improved, and many people still over-interpret the storefront, which is also one of his daily jokes.

It's just one o'clock, and Mo Yantang doesn't have much business.Xu Yan walked around the store, but the boss and the wage earners disappeared.

Yan Xueke knew that he was happy last night, but now he is probably hungover.

But wage earners should not, he called Li Xiaowu loudly.

Li Xiaowu was packing up things in the warehouse, and subconsciously responded, his brain took a step to realize that it was Xu Yan, and came out from behind, laughing and cursing: "Brother! He has a great name."

Xu Yan wrinkled his nose, thought, and slowly repeated: "Li Yanchu."

Li Xiaowu became even more angry, and threw the rough cloth gloves on him: "You are a cultural person who writes calligraphy after all, is this name difficult?"

Xu Yan pouted and shook his head, looking around.

"The boss didn't come." Knowing that he was looking for Yan Xueke, Li Xiaowu closed the glass door and said mysteriously, "I went on a blind date."

"Blind date?"

"Ang! Didn't expect that?"

Didn't expect it, but it was expected.

Xu Yan went behind the counter, took out a bag of melon seeds and sat down: "Go on."

Li Xiaowu dragged a big ashtray: "He who sells furniture, his second daughter."

He...Xu Yan searched in his barren memory, remembered, and confirmed, "He Yuncai?"

Li Xiaowu clapped his hands with him, and his interest became even higher: "People say that the younger one was brought in by their two daughters. He Yuncai and his wife both love the older daughter. Our boss is not happy about the matchmaker's introduction. little daughter."

"Guess what?" Li Xiaowu slid open WeChat, squinted his eyes to find the chat box with Yan Xueke, clicked on the photo, "isn't it pretty?"

Xu Yan glanced at him and nodded, "Your boss has nothing else but good luck."

I don't know if I got it right, Yan Xueke came back from the blind date until lunch time.

As soon as he entered the door, he called Li Yanchu in high and low voices, telling someone to bring a basin quickly, and he packed the incense pot and came back.

Li Xiaowu really hated others calling him by his first name, and hated being called Xiaowu, but he was still a wage earner, so he could only cover his ears and throw the basin on the counter.

"Did you eat explosives?" Yan Xueke kicked off the stool and sat down, planing several mouthfuls of rice, "How is business this afternoon?"

"It's okay, Brother Xu is here."

Yan Xueke snorted coldly, last time Xu Yan had something to say, this time he disappeared with Tan Yu for a night, there is really nothing to deny.

He asked again, "When did you leave?"

Li Xiaowu poked his head back with the end of his chopsticks: "I'm still sleeping in the cubicle."

A quick dinner.

Yan Xueke put down his chopsticks after eating the rice, with a clear goal, and went straight to the cubicle.

He didn't care if Xu Yan was sleeping or not, he closed the door behind his back and turned on the headlights.

Xu Yan still regarded himself as an underground party, couldn't open his eyes for a long time, and moaned for a long time: "What are you doing..."

"Torture you."

"I'll recruit anything, whatever you say is what it is."

I couldn't see him playing tricks the most, Yan Xueke simply lifted the quilt with his hands, and asked coldly: "Sleeping?"

"Don't speculate about my muse like this." Xu Yan pulled the quilt, "Let's take the route of long streams, what you love and what you want, don't be so vulgar."

"You mean you stayed overnight in a hotel and looked at the stars and the moon, didn't you?"

"This time it's for the rain."

The lights on the roof flickered, Yan Xueke stared at Xu Yan, after a while, he was finally discouraged.

He patted Xu Yan to let people go in, and sat on the edge by himself: "I said, did you really write for him?"

This writing is not Xu Yan's usual handwriting. In recent years, he has written many words, such as weddings, funerals, celebrations, and sorrows, but none of them are written for himself.

It can be said that since his father passed away, he has almost never gained any happiness from writing itself, and now he doesn't even have any pain.

Even such a question about Tan Yu caused Xu Yan's heart to jump violently.

He nodded: "I wrote it."

After a long time, Yan Xueke scolded in a low voice: "You are not a long stream of water, how do I see it, this is hit it off, love at first sight..."

His excitement was much higher than that of Xu Yan that day. He lit a cigarette, and his index finger trembled: "Tan Yu is really a fairy."

For a while, only the breathing of the two of them remained in the cubicle.

When he spoke again, Yan Xueke started with swear words again, his voice was suppressed and restless: "Xiao Yan, start writing again."

Xu Yan was staring at the white wall in a daze. He wanted to say "yes", but he couldn't get out of his throat no matter what he said.

He buried it under the quilt again, and said in a low voice, "I have to deal with it."

"Fuck! It's not like you can't write, you!" Yan Xueke raked his hair anxiously, "Or can you write just to Tan Yu? You're a love brain!"

He kicked Xu Yan's calf, and it was rare for him to be sharp: "Damn it, don't you... You don't worry about your future, now you worry about love?"

"It would be great if I really fell asleep." Xu Yan sat up holding the quilt and said quietly.

He looked at Yan Xueke: "I don't dare to touch him now, he has already been confessed by me, if I tease him, my liver will tremble."

Yan Xueke was so speechless that he scratched his palm and wanted to talk about it.

It is not uncommon for artists from all walks of life to have romantic affairs. As many people call their girlfriends the muse, as many people get inspiration from different bodies.

But Xu Yan's situation is different. He has already taken the position of a male god before he even gets his hands on him.There is a question of order here, which he cannot get around.

Yan Xueke: "Why don't you cherish others, take one step at a time, and let the water flow forever."

It's the same as not saying it, Xu Yan sighed: "I even carved a seal for him..."

Yan Xueke couldn't even say "Brother, you really fell down", his eyes were blank and he said: "Just cherish it, cherish it, there is no other way."

He turned his head to look at Xu Yan, but he thought of the first step: "Xiao Yan, why don't you... break up with the former male god first."