Song Yan didn't know what Xia Zhiye was thinking, but felt that anyway, the two of them could squeeze into the 1.2 meter narrow bed in the dormitory, and there was nothing they couldn't squeeze into the 1.5 meter single bed in the hotel.
And every time I sleep with Xia Zhiye, I always sleep more peacefully than usual.
Probably Xia Zhiye had a kind of smell that made him feel very relaxed.
It's like citrus, but it's not so sweet and greasy. I don't usually smell it, but every time he is hugged by Xia Zhiye, the smell will always comfort his restless nerve cells with warm body temperature.
For example, the first sleepless night after coming to Nanwu.
Like that hug in the dark.
So after Song got tired of not having to sleep with an adult, Xia Zhiye was the only bed partner who was specially approved by him to exist.
But two big boys who are around 1.8 meters squeezed into a single bed is really not ample. Song Yan felt a little cramped lying on his back, so he turned sideways and vaguely saw Xia Zhiye's neck through the dim light at the head of the bed. There seems to be some red marks on the rear.
Xia Zhiye's skin is white, the red mark is red suddenly, and the location is also very ambiguous. Thinking about what the red mark might be, Song Yan's eyes turned cold instantly, and he stretched out his hand to tear off the collar of Xia Zhiye's pajamas.
Xia Zhiye was thinking about what to say while lying on the bed, when his collar was suddenly torn off violently, just wondering if Song Yan was so active
I heard Song Yan ask coldly: "What is this?"
Xia Zhiye was a little confused: "What?"
"look by youself."
Song Yan took out his mobile phone and took a picture of his neck and handed it over.
Xia Zhiye glanced at it, understood, sat up, and began to untie the belt of his pajamas.
Song Yan immediately showed vigilance, covered the quilt, and took a step back: "What are you doing?"
Xia Zhiye noticed his little move and found it interesting, tilted his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a deliberately ambiguous and low tone: "What do you think you can do when you are alone and widowed in a room with disheveled clothes?"
"..."
Can do a fart.
Song Yan turned his back indifferently: "Get out, I'm straight."
Xia Zhiye lowered his head and chuckled, but did not answer, after all, just a month ago, he also felt that he was straight.
So it's not up to you whether you're straight or not.
After all, would a straight man mind another straight man undressing in front of him
Won't.
After Xia Zhiye got the answer, he continued to untie his belt with great satisfaction, and explained by the way: "The hotel pajamas should not be rid of mites, and I am a little allergic."
When Xia Zhiye said this, the pajamas had completely left his body.
As soon as Song Yan turned around, he happened to see his back. Sure enough, a large rash appeared densely, which looked a little shocking against the originally healthy and fair complexion.
Song Yan frowned: "Go to the hospital?"
"No need, just buy some medicine and rub it on." Xia Zhiye had a normal look.
It seems that this kind of allergy should be the norm.
I usually see Xia Zhiye hanging out like a vegetarian, but I didn't expect him to be quite delicate.
Song Yan got out of bed, opened the suitcase, took out a medicine box, rummaged for a long time, found a tube of ointment that was much larger than usual ointment, turned back to Xia Zhiye and said, "See if you can use this .”
Song Yan is also prone to allergies to dust mites and other things, so Qin Qing has always kept this ointment in his medicine box. It is said that he brought it back from abroad. skin rash.
Xia Zhiye originally planned to call an errand to buy some medicine and send it to the hotel. Hearing what Song Yan said, he walked over, took the ointment, glanced at the plain English instructions on the package, and nodded: "Yes, it can be used."
"As long as it can be used."
Song Yan closed the suitcase smoothly and was about to get up, but when he raised his head, his eyes inevitably looked directly at a certain place, and he was hit on the spot, and his breathing was stagnant.
Xia Zhiye's changed clothes had already been sent to the hotel laundry room, and the pajamas were taken off again because of allergies, so at this moment, he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs.
He was standing, Song Yan was squatting, and when he raised his head, the visual effect was a bit too much.
"..."
Hold.
What the hell did this guy grow up eating.
Song Yan couldn't help cursing in his heart, then quickly lowered his head, found the largest set of casual clothes from the suitcase and threw it to him: "Don't be a fucking hooligan."
Xia Zhiye suddenly had two clothes smashed by the pocket head, he was a little dazed at first, but when he lowered his head, he saw Song Yanhong's ears that were almost ripe, he was slightly stunned, and then he reacted, couldn't help curling up the corners of his mouth.
Are straight men so shy
Won't.
So my broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs should still be very attractive to Song Yan.
Xia Zhiye thought about it, and slowly put on Song Yan's pants, but did not wear his jacket.
Song Yan couldn't help but ask, "Are you confident in your abs?"
Very confident indeed, but that's not the problem.
Xia Zhiye raised the ointment in his hand: "How do you apply the ointment to me when I put on my clothes?"
Song Yan: "..."
Why should I apply medicine for you.
Xia Zhiye seemed to see what he was thinking, and explained slowly: "Because I can't reach my back."
"..."
Most of the rashes were concentrated on the back, and Xia Zhiye really had nothing to do.
Song Yan couldn't just leave him alone, so he could only kick Xia Zhiye onto the sofa with a cold face: "Lie down honestly."
In fact, Xia Zhiye's back was itching badly, but he was afraid that Song Yan would be worried, so he didn't say anything, so he lay down on the sofa and played with his mobile phone obediently, trying to divert his attention.
This is the first time that Young Master Song has applied medicine to someone. After putting on the transparent latex gloves, he stood by the sofa, not knowing where to start, so he simply stepped on the sofa, sat on Xia Zhiye's lap, and then A slap on Xia Zhiye's back: "Don't move around."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
dare not move.
With this posture, I'm afraid something will happen if he moves.
But Song Yan was really thin, and he didn't feel heavy sitting on his lap.
And although the technique is very rusty and clumsy, it is not difficult to feel the gentle caution deliberately slowed down.
The cool cream is very comfortable on itchy skin.
Considerate, gentle, will hurt people.
Xia Zhiye didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the three adjectives he had attached to Song Yan, but just enjoyed the top service from Song Yan silently.
Unexpectedly, the mobile phone rang.
It was a WeChat call from Shang Huai.
After Xia Zhiye picked it up, he realized that it wasn't the voice but the video. Just as he was about to ask him what was the matter, Shang Huai's big face on the screen instantly changed from beaming to dull and stiff, and finally to shocked pupils.
"Xia... Master Xia... you, you and brother Yan... you... shit!"
What slot? What's all the fuss about
Hearing Shang Huai's skeptical cry of life collapse, Song Yan raised his eyes coldly to Xia Zhiye's phone screen.
Then I saw the small box in the upper right corner of the screen. Xia Zhiye was lying on the sofa without a shirt on, sitting behind him, holding a tube of ointment in latex gloves.
Coupled with the faint red rash on Xia Zhiye's neck and the background of the hotel room at a glance, although it is just applying allergy medicine, the whole picture is very imaginative.
Song Yan: "..."
Shang Huai: "..."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Two mobile phones, two cameras, three men who are at the fork in their lives, are silent across the radio waves.
After a while, Shang Huai was heartbroken: "Master Xia, although I have long thought that there might be something wrong with you two, but I never thought that you are the one who is under pressure!"
"..." Xia Zhiye asked calmly, "Are you an idiot?"
Shang Huai didn't admit that he was an idiot, but felt that Xia Zhiye might not be able to face the reality, so he comforted him with tears: "It's okay, Master Xia, it's great to do 0 for love, we all understand."
Know shit.
Xia Zhiye was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, took the ointment from Song Yan's hand, and turned to the camera: "Literate?"
Shang Huai shook his head.
Xia Zhiye: "Baidu."
"Oh." Shang Huai bowed his head obediently to Baidu, paused his fingers for a moment, and raised his head stiffly, "Allergy medicine?"
"otherwise?"
"..."
Shang Huai touched his nose in embarrassment: "Then you can't blame me, the main reason is..."
He originally wanted to say that it was mainly because you and Song Yan were usually too gay, but when he saw Song Yan's face behind Xia Zhiye that was so cold that he could soak in formalin, he swallowed it back abruptly, with an attitude Sincerely said: "The main reason is that my head is full of pornographic waste, I am shameless, I am obscene, and I am shameless."
Song Yan's expression on the screen finally eased a little, got off Xia Zhiye, and went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Xia Zhiye didn't bother to argue with Shang Huai, and said casually, "Okay, what's the matter with making video calls to me at night?"
"Good thing!" Only then did Shang Huai remember his real purpose tonight, a trace of excitement appeared in his brows and eyes, "I'll show you something!"
As he spoke, the camera turned and faced the computer screen.
On the screen is an email.
[Sender]: Huanyue Entertainment
[Subject]: Interview Notice
[Text]: Congratulations to Mr. Shang Huai for passing the demo audition of our company. Please participate in the second round of interview at 10 am on October 5th. Address...
Xia Zhiye came to his senses: "Have you passed the audition for the selection of singers you mentioned earlier?"
Shang Huai turned back to the camera: "That must be done, but even the audition is sorry for my Father Xia's father's love."
"Okay, then tell me what you lack, I will always be your stalwart father."
"That's not what I'm missing. I just want to have dinner with you tonight. I'm going to Beijing early tomorrow morning. If I get selected this time, I may not come back. Let's treat it as a breakup meal."
After finishing speaking, Song Yan happened to come out of the bathroom, and asked, "What breakup meal?"
"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye explained casually, "It's just that Shang Huaihai has passed the selection. He will go to Beijing for a retest on the 6th. He will leave early tomorrow morning. Before leaving, he wants to treat us to dinner."
"Retest on the 6th, tomorrow is only the 3rd, why go so early?"
Xia Zhiye was also aware of this problem, and asked Shang Huai, "What's the matter with you going so early?"
"Hey, what can I do in Beijing." Shang Huai sighed helplessly, "Isn't it because of poverty. I didn't dare to tell my mother about this, and I only have less than a thousand yuan in total. I can’t even afford a round-trip high-speed rail ticket, so I can only take the green train.”
Song Yan really has no idea about the term green leather train.
Xia Zhiye explained: "The green leather car from Nanwu to Beijing takes about 30 hours."
Shang Huai added: "And it's still a hard seat."
Song Yan: "..."
unimaginable.
"But then you only have such a little money, where do you live in Beijing?" Xia Zhiye asked Shang Huai.
Shang Huai had a very open expression on his face: "Just find a black Internet cafe to make do with for a night, so that when I become popular in the future, I will show this experience. It is absolutely inspirational, absolutely touching, and it is definitely rich in the biographies of the characters." A sum of money!"
After speaking, he seemed to have fallen into a beautiful fantasy about his future life, and he kept giggling.
Why are you so blindly optimistic.
Xia Zhiye looked angrily and funny: "Okay, don't be so beautiful there, send me the address, and I will come over with Song Yan later, and see if I can raise some money for you."
“No need to chip in…”
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I'm hanging up."
Xia Zhiye cut off the video, turned his head, and found that Song Yan was standing beside him holding his mobile phone, his eyelids drooping, and the corners of his lips slightly pursed, as if he had something on his mind.
He asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"
"nothing."
Song Yan pointed at the bank card balance just found on the phone screen with her fingertips, and responded perfunctorily.
Although he returned the credit card to Song Minghai, Song Yan never worried that he would be short of money.
Because Song Minghai has never treated him badly in terms of finances no matter how sneering he was since he was a child, and the New Year's money given by his uncles and aunts every year during the Chinese New Year adds up to at least six figures.
So Song Yan always thought that he still had a lot of money in his card.
But he didn't expect that he was able to spend quite well at ordinary times. When all the balances were added together, there was only 7,518 yuan left.
For him, this amount is so high that he can't even afford a decent coat in winter, but now he has to use it until the New Year.
But in fact, if more than 7,000 yuan is used frugally, it is not impossible to make do with it for four or five months, but...
Song Yan remembered Shang Huai's happy and excited look just now, but still made a decision, raised his head, looked at Xia Zhiye, and said nonchalantly, "I'll transfer five thousand to you, and you can transfer it to Shang Huai."
Xia Zhiye met his gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had a question.
Song Yan seems to be not good at expressing this kind of kindness. He avoided his eyes awkwardly, but his tone was still pretending to be casual: "It doesn't have much money anyway, let him take a plane back and forth, find a decent hotel, and clean up a little bit." Myself, don't embarrass us at No.3 Middle School."
Obviously, he was worried that Shang Huai would be too hard to ride in a green leather car, he would not be able to rest well, and sleeping on the streets of Beijing alone might be in danger, so he wanted to help him, but he had to say it so coldly.
It's really arrogant.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan's awkwardly avoiding eyes, and couldn't help but smile.
But arrogant and cute.
Originally, if grandpa hadn't frozen his card, he could have directly helped Shang Huai, but now he really has no money in hand, and the matter came in a hurry, so he replied: "Okay, I will borrow the money for him , I will pay you back years ago."
How come, go to accompany your good sister
Thinking of this, Song Yan felt uncomfortable, drooping his eyelids, and condescendingly looked at Xia Zhiye who was sitting disheveled on the sofa: "What do you plan to pay back?"
Xia Zhiye: "?"
What do you mean by that? What else can I use to borrow money if I don’t have to pay it back? Do you use...
Xia Zhiye felt as if he understood something at that moment, raised his head, with a look of sadness of a martyr remarried: "If you insist on doing this, it's not impossible."
Song Yan: "?"
Song Yan: "..."
Song Yan: "."
It's not impossible to fuck you.
Song Yan raised her leg and kicked a big hooligan on the sofa.
The hooligan laughed and grabbed his ankle, trying to keep his man intact.
However, just as Song Yan came out of the bathroom, there was still water on the soles of his feet, and the marble floor of the hotel was already slippery when he stepped on it. Xia Zhiye pinched his ankles, one of them lost his grip, and the whole person fell on Xia Zhiye's body .
His forehead just hit Xia Zhiye's hard shoulder, and he gasped for air in pain. Before he could swear, he heard a creak from the door.
Looking back, Shen Jiayan was holding the doorknob, standing at the door, maintaining the posture of opening the door, looking at the two people in the room with disheveled shirts and the unknown ointment on the floor, and fell into a silent rigidity.
Three seconds later, the door was closed.
"You guys continue."