It was Wei Shijin's voice at the other end, and the background was noisy, which made his side more and more deserted.
Wei Shijin raised his voice, "Uncle, I won't be there at night, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
Song Min knew it was going to be like this, so he disconnected the call, drank a sip of tea and ate a moon cake, and had nothing else to do.
I don't know how long it took, Song Min ate a little more than a piece of moon cake from a box, and the doorbell rang. A guess popped up in his heart. When he opened the door and saw the person at the door, that guess was verified.
Wei Shijin stepped in and closed the door with his backhand, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body, "The house is dead, you are still comfortable here, I will sleep with you at night and won't go back."
He walked in and looked around, saw the teapot and moon cakes on the small table on the balcony, and immediately walked over with his long legs and took a bite of the half moon cake left by the man, frowned and said, "Why is it so sweet?"
Song Min kicked the leather shoes at the entrance to the bottom of the cabinet, "Is there any bitterness in moon cakes?"
Wei Shijin said while eating that he didn't eat much in the past, "Will this not be made by Huang Dan himself?"
Song Min said, "Chen Yue made it for Huang Dan, and Huang Dan sent me one copy, one for my parents-in-law, and one for each of my two friends."
Wei Shijin raised his eyebrows, "Chen Yue still makes moon cakes?"
Song Min didn't think there was anything unusual, "As long as you want to learn, you can learn it if you don't know how."
Wei Shijin swallowed the moon cake in his mouth. It was so sweet that he felt nauseated. He poured himself two cups of tea and then slowed down, "Uncle, I'll make it for you next year."
Song Min glanced at him contemptuously, "You? Forget it."
Wei Shijin twitched the corners of his mouth, "Forget it, don't believe it, I'll make you a pot next year."
Song Min, "…"
It was not the first time for Wei Shijin to stay here with Song Min. Half of the wardrobe was filled with his clothes, and his toiletries were also moved into the bathroom. The traces of his life here can be seen everywhere.
After a simple wash, Wei Shijin went to bed and lay down with the man. He read magazines and the other read books. The two of them didn't chat for a short time, and the room was very quiet.
Wei Shijin flipped through a few pages of the magazine, and he threw it aside, sitting at the end of the bed, holding the man's foot and scratching the sole of his foot.
Song Min was afraid, and when he changed his body, he would react in a conditional way. He couldn't help laughing, and when he came back, he froze uncomfortably.
It was the first time Wei Shijin saw a man laugh. He was a little childish and clean. He felt that he should laugh like this, "Uncle, why is the skin on the soles of your feet so tender? You usually walk with floating?"
Song Min took his foot away and said awkwardly, "Born."
Wei Shijin went to scratch Song Min's yǎngyǎng meat again, but Song Min wouldn't let him scratch it, and the two of them made a mess of the bed.
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and it will take at least two months to come back. Uncle, if you miss me, don't make me miss you all the time. Give me a response, eh?"
Song Min pulled the quilt up, "Sleep."
Wei Shijin stretched out his long legs, and he stepped into the quilt, "That's it, remember to miss me."
He yawned, his voice blurred, "Moon cakes are too sweet, don't eat too much at one time, it's not good for your stomach, you should eat more nuts and fresh fruits, you have to swipe the card I gave you, It is very convenient to use in the supermarket.”
The voice on the pillow gradually weakened and was replaced by the sound of even breathing. Song Min looked at the bright moon outside the window.
Song Min has been with Wei Shijin for more than a year. He has never done anything, and he has never had a falling out. It unfolds in a very strange way. He has never bought instant noodles again, and occasionally cooks when he is in a good mood. Fry two dishes.
Every time Wei Shijin came, Song Min asked Song Min to cook for him, but he didn't go out to eat. Song Min had a standoff with him. In the end, the two of them made a step back and cooperated with each other.
One night, Wei Shijin suddenly came over. He didn't say a word, he pulled the curtains in the living room and pressed Song Min onto the sofa to kiss him. The whole process seemed very manic, with a sense of despair that there is no tomorrow for today.
Song Min's mouth was broken, and he swallowed part of the sweet saliva, most of which went into Wei Shijin's stomach.
There was no light in the living room, and the light was dim. Song Min smelled a little blood. He couldn't tell whether it was his own or Wei Shijin's. He raised his hand and gave it to Wei Shijin.
Wei Shijin could dodge, but he didn't dodge. After groaning, Song Min kept pumping his breath and gave him another blow, even harder than the previous time.
Song Min grabbed Wei Shijin's hair and pulled, "Are you fucking crazy?"
Wei Shijin didn't say a word, but was more ruthless every time.
Song Min couldn't pronounce a whole sound, he didn't realize it.