Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

Boom had a dream.

He was chasing a person's back in the boundless darkness, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up with that person's footsteps. The thick thorns on the road stabbed his feet with blood, and the blood flowed down his veins The ankles flowed to the ground, spawning more thorns.

Every time he takes a step forward, a vine extending from the ground will wrap around his ankle, and finally, his legs are tightly bound in place by layers of vines, no matter whether it is fire or ice. These vines had no effect, he couldn't take another step forward, he could only watch the figure getting farther and farther away from him.

Don't go, don't leave me.

He yelled at the figure almost beggingly.

I don't know if he heard his shout, the man stopped and turned around slowly, his facial features were hidden in the long night, blurred.

you remember my name

His voice seemed to be separated by a layer of dense fog, ethereal and unreal.

He walked towards him, slowly, step by step, and the thorny obstacles gradually dissipated with his footsteps, turning into small grains of light, floating in the endless In the dark night, all the vines wrapped around his ankles withered, and he saw that person in the tiny light that filled the sky.

Hong heard his own heartbeat, which was very clear in the silent night.

He watched the man walking towards him, his thin figure gradually became clear in the dark night, he held his breath, as if something was about to break out of the desolate place in his heart.

The other party seemed to be aware of his strangeness, he snapped his fingers, and a row of people with the same height and shape as him appeared in front of him, each with a white mask on their faces.

One of them is my body. If you find out the body, I will be yours.

Dozens of people wearing masks, all the same height and clothing spoke out together.

Hiro stretched out his hand, and among a group of people whose masks said "Akito Suzuki", "Akito Kawasaki", "Akito Sasaki" and "Akito Yamaguchi", he hugged the person whose mask said "Akito Hito". that person.

He smelled the familiar peppermint smell of this man, and buried his head intimately between his neck.

You are mine now.

He reached out to lift the white mask covering his face.

Well, I'm yours now.

Hong saw a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The next second, accompanied by a muffled sound like an explosion, the person in his arms suddenly turned into a puff of white smoke. After the smoke cleared, Hong found that there was only a naive little yellow duck left in his arms.

The little yellow duck opened its bright yellow beak towards him.

Ga.

……

"Good morning."

Qiu Ren was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The egg was sizzling in the pan. Qiu Ren skillfully turned it over and continued to fry. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man who came out of the master bedroom and beat him habitually. Say hello.

"Good morning."

There was a trace of sleepiness and drowsiness in his voice, his hair was messy, and the hair that was usually clearly defined had lost its boundary line at this moment. There was a bird's nest.

It was the first time for Qiu Ren to see him so unkempt, and the impression he had was scorched. Although he would not pay too much attention to his image, he would definitely not come out of the room with a chicken coop on his head like this, or even...

Qiu Ren glanced at the young man's upper body calmly. The first three buttons of the pajamas were undone, revealing a large and strong chest.

Qiuren wavered back and forth for a few seconds between reminding him to button up his buttons and taking the opportunity to take a few more glances, and finally chose the former.

It's not good to catch a cold in this day.

"Frozen."

Qiu Ren pointed to his collar, "Button your clothes."

"Well."

The young man nodded blankly, and buttoned the buttons in a daze. He seemed to be out of shape, and all three buttons were buttoned up incorrectly.

"Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

Qiuren thought that he was too tired recently, and it seemed that a very difficult enemy group had appeared recently, and he was busy until very late in the past few days before returning.

"Need not."

He shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse, probably caused by lack of sleep, he raised his hand and rubbed his swollen temples, looking at the figure who was busy in the kitchen, a strong thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Qiu Ren had just put the poached eggs, which had been fried until golden on both sides, onto a plate when he turned around and found a tall figure standing behind him.

"Wait a few more minutes."

Qiuren thought he was hungry, so he speeded up his hands.

Then he smelled a faint mint smell, the same as his body, and a warm body was pressed against his back, and the faint mint smell became more and more obvious, enveloping him in an impenetrable way.

"I want to hug you."

There was a hint of hoarseness in the undulating voice, which was strangely sexy and ambiguous.

You are already hugging.

Qiuren didn't think anything was wrong, he just thought it was because he didn't get enough sleep in the morning and his brain was confused, and he didn't struggle, so he just let him hold him like this.

He found that the older Jiao Dong grew up, the more he liked acting like a baby. Qiuren didn't reject his behavior, but he still felt a little regretful. After all, Jiao Dong was a small one when he was a child, and he was cute and cute. It is soft when hugged, although it is still cute and cute now, but the feeling of hugging is not as soft as before.

Qiu Ren calmly wiped some oil on the young man's firm abdominal muscles, and the hard feeling of the palm made him feel a sense of loss again.

After confirming that the person in his arms would not suddenly turn into a little yellow duck, Hong went to wash up in peace. A few minutes later, a radiant and handsome young man came out of the bathroom.

"I rest today."

Before eating, Hong conveyed the news to Qiuren.

"Ah."

Qiuren nodded and poured a glass of milk for the person opposite. He used to prepare a glass of warm milk for the seven-year-old child to supplement calcium when making breakfast, although young people probably don't need to supplement that kind of milk. The things were gone, but Qiuren still prepared a copy for him.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Hong glanced at the milky white liquid exuding a rich milky aroma in the glass at hand, his eyes froze slightly, but he didn't say anything after all, and frowned and drank it.

Qiu Ren's attention was completely attracted by the circle of milk mustache on his mouth. He remembered that when he made Jiao Dong drink milk before, the other party also showed a reluctance, but he still wrinkled every time. The brows are clean.

"Sorry, did you just say something?"

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

He repeated the question just now.

"Where do I want to go?"

Qiu Ren bowed his head and thought for a moment.

"It's a rare rest day, don't you take a rest at home?"

Qiu Ren always felt that he should be exhausted recently, and urgently needed a day to recharge his energy.

"I went to bed early last night, and I've had enough rest. I haven't taken you out since you've been here for so long."

Qiuren saw a look of guilt in his eyes. He wanted to say that this kind of life of living at home, planting grass, watering flowers, and not caring about what happened in the outside world was actually quite enjoyable for him. of.

But he could also tell that the other party really wanted to take him out for a play, and Qiuren didn't want to dampen his interest, so he thought about it for a while and reported a place.

Shinjuku recently opened a new playground with heroes as the main body. Even if it is not a rest day, there are still several long queues at the ticket office at the entrance.

A well-dressed female college student took advantage of the absence of school today and made an appointment with her friends to come to this recently acclaimed playground. They were laughing and playing while discussing which projects they would like to play, and did not notice the playground in front of them. way.

"what."

The short-haired girl bumped into a person suddenly, and the ice cream in her hand was not steady, and it was about to fall on the person's clothes.

Fortunately, the other party reacted quickly and dodged in time, so that his shirt escaped unharmed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The short-haired girl bowed and apologized to the person opposite in trepidation, and her companions also expressed their apologies.

"fine."

A cold and calm voice sounded above her head. The short-haired girl raised her head and glanced at him. The person she hit was tall, estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall. The ordinary sportswear on him looked like a fashion magazine. In the refined cover picture, he is wearing a black baseball cap on his head, and the black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose cover a third of his face, but the short-haired girl can still tell.

This is a big handsome guy!

"that……"

Just when she was about to pluck up the courage to ask him for his contact information with the thought of missing the opportunity, another voice from the side interrupted what she was going to say next.

"Frozen."

Qiuren walked towards this side with two ice creams in his hand, and handed the cute yellow one in his left hand to the young man.

"Come on, let's go over there first."

"Ah."

The young man nodded and left behind him.

The short-haired girl who failed to get the contact information looked at his leaving figure, feeling a little lost.

"I said, did I hear you right just now, didn't that handsome black-haired guy call "Scorched"?"

After the group was silent for a moment, a girl's slightly suspicious voice broke the silence.

"You heard me right, I heard it too."

Another nodded in agreement.

"Could it be that person just now is the professional hero "Frozen"?! I'll go, why didn't I ask him for his autograph!"

The girl who missed the chance to ask for an autograph from her idol beat her chest and feet with regret.

……

"what is this?"

Hong looked at something that Qiu Ren forcibly stuffed into his hand, and said with a blank expression.

"It comes as a gift when you buy ice cream, I think you should like it."

Qiuren said with a smile.

"..."

Hong looked at the naive little yellow duck doll in his hand, and fell silent.