When Song Yan realized what Xia Zhiye meant, his first reaction was to turn around and run away, but Xia Zhiye stretched out his arms and caught him back.
The crowd was crowded, and Song Yan couldn't use it, and he didn't want to make a noise, so Xia Zhiye could only press him in front of him with his hands clasped around his waist, wearing a sweater and hat, lowering his head, without saying a word.
Xia Zhiye glanced at someone who lowered his head and pretended to be dead, and laughed softly: "I made such a big confession, and you want to run away without showing any sign? Do you still have a conscience?"
Song Yan didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to lower the brim of the hoodie, completely covering his eyebrows and eyes, as if Xia Zhiye couldn't see him as long as his eyes were darkened.
Some people are so pushy at ordinary times, but they are so cowardly at critical times.
Xia Zhiye refused to let him coax him, reached out and lifted the hood of the sweater a little for him, leaned over to look, and happened to see the pretty little face under the hood that was already red up to the ears.
Xia Zhiye chuckled lightly: "Look, it's almost steaming for our brother Yan."
Song Yan knocked off Xia Zhiye's hand, grabbed the front of the brim of the hat, and pressed down hard again, vowing not to let Xia Zhiye see his face.
Xia Zhiye knew that he was thin-skinned, but usually every time he was embarrassed, he would bluff and beat someone up, but this time he was shy and cowardly, at least he didn't reject it.
So he picked up Song Yan's hat again, showing his red and stinky face, and said with a smile: "Why, brother Yan, are you scared? Don't dare to speak?"
"You're fucking scared, I'm just not in the mood to joke with you..."
"Song Yan, I'm not joking with you, I'm telling you seriously that I like you." Xia Zhiye interrupted Song Yan, looked down at him, his expression was no longer casual and out of tune, serious and solemn, "So can you give me an answer?"
Xia Zhiye's tone was so serious that Song Yan couldn't help but also looked up at him.
The fireworks in the night sky behind him are in full bloom, and all the slack and jokes have faded away from his beautiful eyes, leaving only focus, tenderness and an inexplicable affection.
Time passed between the two in a strange manner.
It seems to be conveying some kind of tacit language.
Song Yan felt that He's heartbeat seemed to be getting faster and faster, so fast that it seemed that he would say a certain absurd and impulsive answer at a certain moment.
However, just one second before his heartbeat was about to reach the threshold, he heard a crisp sentence: "Brother!"
At that moment, Song Yan seemed to realize something, he asked Xia Zhiye: "Did we forget something?"
Xia Zhiye nodded: "Yes, my sister."
Song Yan: "..."
Turning his head stiffly, he saw three familiar figures, Chu, Fat, Mei, and Xiao, who did not know when they squeezed through the crowd.
Three familiar figures also saw them hugging each other tightly.
After a brief and strange silence.
Among them, the fat one covered the eyes of the small one, heartbroken: "The child is still there! Pay attention to the impact!"
Song Yan: "..."
Hold.
He felt that the thing he regretted the most in his life was that he didn't bury Xiaopang the first time he danced in his minefield.
Pushing Xia Zhiye away, lowering his head and pulling off his hat, trying to pretend he didn't know anyone, he turned around and left.
However, as soon as he took a step, he found a small weight growing on his leg. Looking down, the little mahjong was holding his calf with one hand, and holding a small wild flower picked up from nowhere in the other. "I hate brother! Huahua!"
Song Yan: "?"
Little Mahjong raised the flower a bit higher: "The flower is beautiful, give it to brother Yan."
Before Song Yan had time to react, Xiaopang hurriedly said: "Take it quickly, she took a lot of effort to pick it up, and protected it all the way, no one will give it to me, and I can't even touch it."
Song Yan squatted down uncomfortably and took the little wild flower.
Then little mahjong took the opportunity to hug his neck, and blew two breaths: "They said they hated my brother's pain, so little mahjong will give my brother a whir, and my brother will not be in pain anymore."
Song Yan felt that his heart was very soft, and touched her head: "It's okay, Brother Yan doesn't hurt."
"That hates my brother's hug."
Little Mahjong didn't know where Song Yan was hurting or how much it was hurting. He only knew that hugging is the greatest comfort a human cub can give an adult, so he tilted his head and opened his short arms.
No one can refuse such a cute pup.
Song Yan endured the pain in his back, and just as he was about to reach out to hug her, a pair of arms came up beside him, and carried her over with the armpits of the little mahjong: "Brother Yan is tired, Brother Ye hugs her, okay?"
"Okay." Little Mahjong responded in a childish voice, and hugged Xia Zhiye's neck tightly, "Brother Yan is tired, so let's go home, okay?"
"Well, good." Xia Zhiye trimmed Mahjong's forehead hair, then turned his head to look at Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, "What about you?"
Kong Xiaoxiao held the huge gift box of the princess castle: "We have been playing all day, and we have to go back."
"It happened that we ordered two cars. I'll take Kong Xiaoxiao back, and brother Yan will go back with you." Xiaopang made the arrangements clearly.
Song Yan said with a cold face, "I'll go back to the dormitory by myself."
"Can you get a taxi?"
The chubby soul asked.
Song Yan lowered his head and opened the taxi-hailing app to see that there was a queue of 187, and the expected queue time was 2 hours and 30 minutes.
Xiaopang looked like a master: "I reserved the car when I went out this morning, and now I can't get a taxi at all, so you can go back with Brother Ye."
Xia Zhiye hugged the sleepy little mahjong, turned his head towards Song Yan and said slowly: "If you want to continue queuing, little mahjong and I will stay with you."
"..." Song Yan suspected that Xia Zhiye was kidnapping morally and had evidence, but he had no choice but to sit on the co-pilot reluctantly, "Master, first go to Zaijiu Lane, and then to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School dormitory."
Xia Zhiye lowered his head and smiled, but didn't stop him. He put the little mahjong on the back seat, and then took the princess castle from Kong Xiaoxiao. Just as he was about to get in the car, Xiaopang stopped him.
"The organizer took a photo for you." Xiaopang took out a photo and handed it over.
In the photo, a cold-faced boy in a blue hoodie and a coquettish boy in a red hoodie are holding a little girl in a floral skirt and standing under the light. The scene is warm and harmonious.
I was still regretting not being able to accept the award together, but I didn't expect such a photo to exist.
Xia Zhiye put it away without any hassle: "Thank you."
"It's okay." Xiaopang patted him on the shoulder, "Brothers will keep your affairs a secret for you, don't worry."
"..."
Xia Zhiye paused for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, thanks."
Sitting in the back seat and closing the door, I found that someone in the front passenger seat had closed his eyes by the window, and he seemed to have fallen asleep as soon as he got in the car because he was too sleepy.
However, the eyelashes trembled unconsciously as the car door closed.
Xia Zhiye hooked the corner of his lower lip, but did not pierce him, and the vehicle drove quietly towards Zaijiu Lane.
When it stopped in front of the innermost alley, Song Yan woke up on time.
Just as he was about to ask the driver to turn around, Little Mahjong yelled at Grandma Liu who came out to pick them up: "Grandma! I'm tired of brother getting hurt!"
Song Yan: "..."
Are these two brothers and sisters bandits and hooligans
Before Song Yan could persuade the driver to flee the scene, Grandma Liu anxiously dragged her from the car and dragged her all the way into the house.
After checking up and down and confirming that Song Yan had no other problems, he scolded Xia Zhiye while pressing Song Yan to massage and apply medicine to him.
In the end, he asked Song Yan to sleep here at night, and gave him another massage tomorrow morning.
Song Yan didn't have any room to interrupt the whole process, and when he was finally freed from Grandma Liu's clutches, he had already been sent to Xia Zhiye's bedroom.
Song Yan was covered in the smell of medicine and alcohol, and stood in the room blankly.
Xia Zhiye leaned against the door, looked at him and said with a smile, "Do you sleep in or I sleep in."
Song Yan sullenly said, "I sleep on the sofa."
Xia Zhiye nodded: "You may have to answer my question before you want to sleep on the sofa."
Song Yan pretended to be stupid: "What's the problem?"
"Are you sure you want me to repeat it? I don't mind. Song Yan, I like..."
"Shut up!"
Song Yan became angry from embarrassment and interrupted directly.
Xia Zhiye didn't continue talking, just walked up to him with a smile, and asked with lowered eyes: "So, Song Yan, can you give me an answer now?"
But what answer could he give
Song Yan still hasn't fully digested the matter that Xia Zhiye confessed to himself.
After all, those unreasonable heartbeats and guilty consciences before were all avoided by him as irritability, and he never wanted to think that Xia Zhiye liked him or that he liked Xia Zhiye.
After subconsciously avoiding this idea for so long, Xia Zhiye suddenly punctured it so bluntly, leaving him no room to maneuver and hide. What answer could he give Xia Zhiye in a while.
In just two hours, I believed that Xia Zhiye really liked me, and then I was sure that I also liked Xia Zhiye, and then agreed to be with Xia Zhiye
Song Yan never thought about it.
In other words, in the past ten years of his life, he never thought about his future ending other than dying alone, and he never thought that someone would stand by his side as a lover and tell him what he wanted. of.
What's more, this person is still his roommate, a man, a man who is beaten by him every day.
So what answer can Song Yan give.
His mind is a mess right now.
And he never believed in emotional maintenance and commitment, because he had witnessed the tragic and embarrassing ending after the relationship deteriorated.
Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye: "Do you know what causes the excitement when you see someone you like?"
Xia Zhiye did a good job: "Phenylethylamine."
Song Yan asked again: "Then do you know that the concentration of phenylethylamine can only be maintained for six months to four years?"
Xia Zhiye did not speak.
Song Yan continued: "In addition to phenylethylamine, the remaining dopamine, norepinephrine and other substances that produce love can only exist for no more than five years, so Xia Zhiye, do you think I can give you love now? what is the answer."
He asked coldly and calmly, so calmly that he seemed to have no emotion, so that he was a bit aggressive and sharp.
When normal people encounter this kind of reaction, most of them will choose to retreat in spite of the difficulties.
And Xia Zhiye just looked down at Song Yan, and answered easily and firmly: "Give me an answer to prove to you whether endorphins and hormones do exist."
These two substances will persist in the brain for more than ten years, decades or even until the death of human beings.
And they determine loyalty, trust, love, and dependence.
"In this world, there are not only beautiful fireworks that disappear in a blink, but also beautiful desk lamps that can be lit for a long time until the filament life is exhausted. So, children Song Yan, we can't be so pessimistic, you know?"
Xia Zhiye reached out and patted Song Yan's disobedient hair on his forehead, with a patient and indulgent tone.
It seems that he understands all the scruples and fears of Song Yan, and doesn't mind all the indifference and bad temper of Song Yan, and just wants to teach him to live a good life and love each other.
At that moment, Song Yan suddenly wondered what kind of parents Xia Zhiye's parents were, and why they could raise Xia Zhiye's temperament.
It seems that he is always sloppy and cares nothing, but he is full of trust and indulgence in all the good things in the world.
Xia Zhiye rubbed Song Yan's soft hair: "So Song Yan, are you willing to believe me?"
Song Yan lowered his eyelids: "I don't know."
"Then are you going to reject me?"
Song Yan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he lingered on the tip of his tongue for a long time, but he couldn't say it.
"If you don't refuse, you agree?"
"Xia Zhiye!"
"Is that a rejection?"
"..."
Seeing that Song Yan became irritable at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xia Zhiye knew what he was doing, and said with a smile: "Neither refuse nor agree, it seems that Brother Yan really agrees to my pursuit of you."
"I didn't fucking say that!"
"Then what are you going to say?"
"..."
Song Yan was finally irritated: "Xia Zhiye, why are you so annoying!"
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "You didn't say that before."
Song Yan: "?"
"You said I was attractive."
"You fart!"
Xia Zhiye lazily took out his phone and tapped it twice.
A familiar lazy voice came from the receiver immediately: "Then tell me why I am popular?"
Then there was a muffled voice: "That's it for now."
"That's it for now?"
"Well, as it is now, every time you bend your eyes, I will suddenly become stupid."
"Then do I have anything else to like?"
"Handsome, very kind, treats me very well..."
Hold.
After finally realizing that the other person who spoke was himself, Song Yan rushed to grab the phone: "Xia Zhiye! You really have to be shameless!"
Xia Zhiye raised the phone to the highest point, solemnly: "Your face is not as important as a boyfriend, anyway, your face is prettier than mine, so I don't lose money after all."
Song Yan never thought that at 1.81 meters, she would think she was short one day.
He couldn't get the phone again, but couldn't grab the phone, so he gritted his teeth angrily: "You are shameless and you don't have a boyfriend!"
"That's hard to say."
Xia Zhiye smiled like a weasel who had stolen the chicken a long time ago. With a tap of his fingertips, he switched to the next audio.
Then Song Yan heard a muffled and coquettish voice: "Sleep together, I don't like to sleep alone, I can't sleep."
At that moment, he directly doubted life.
Although he knows that air transmission and bone transmission will cause great differences in timbre due to different media, it is hard to believe that such a voice is coming from him.
What made him even more unbelievable was that Xiazhiye followed with a righteous sentence: "No. I am a very traditional man. If you want to sleep with me, you must be responsible to me, such as agreeing to me chasing you."
After a long silence, he actually replied: "Well, then you will sleep with me from now on."
"..."
Song Yan suddenly felt that a person's life is really long, and he really wanted to live in the EGSY8p7 galaxy.
On the other hand, Xia Zhiye put away his mobile phone in satisfaction, and said without changing his face: "Look, since you have agreed with me to chase you, then I will fulfill my obligation and sleep with you from now on. A good man who is honest, upright and responsible must keep his promise, and cannot go back on his word. Are you right?"
"..."
The reasoning seems to be like this, but Song Yan always feels that something is not right.
Seeing Song Yan who had completely stayed where he was, Xia Zhiye chuckled softly, "So sleep together, future boyfriend?"
The author has something to say: I will scold Xia Zhiye for being shameless! But this kind of evasive and arrogant character who hates cubs really needs a shameless old Gong!