Day 17 12:02
Song Ran slept until three poles in the sun, and woke up to find that he was a dummy that failed to assemble - his muscles and bones were sore, his legs were shaking, his back acupuncture was swollen, he turned over and grinned, and the joints creaked and shook a little bit. Children can be scattered into parts.
Mr. He was not by his side, he was lying on the big bed full of sunshine alone, recalling the unsightly last night.
Beast.
The bones were all eaten up.
After starving for more than five years, dare to wait for his meal
Before going to bed with Mr. He, the little virgin Songran had many wonderful thoughts. When he officially went to bed, he realized that he had seriously underestimated Mr. He's appetite and physical ability, and mistook the jackal for a gentleman, so that he used a tragic The way to say goodbye to the virginity - in the middle of the night, he was fainted in the bathroom alive.
But, to be honest, it feels pretty cool.
Mr. He is the kind of full-fledged partner who is both powerful and considerate. It makes people scream when he does it. After finishing it, he will not leave any traces. Such a big thing went in and out all night, except for the inevitable soreness, Song Ran. I was stunned that there was no trauma, but there was a long-lasting sense of satisfaction.
It's like the bones and bones are gently opened, the dirt is washed, the accumulation is removed, and then it is reassembled into a light whole.
Carefree.
very happy.
No wonder he often heard people say that high-quality sex is the glue between partners. One day when he is tired and tired, he doesn't need to say anything. As long as he is held in his arms and petted by Mr. He, he will soon be able to relax. down.
Song Ran smelled Mr. He's smell on the pillow, and remembered his muscles and temperature. His skin was a little itchy and burrly, looking forward to being touched. He wrapped the quilt and rubbed it, but the itch became stronger.
Mr. He, where have you been? We just finished, come back and give me a hug.
He was coquettish in his heart.
click.
The bedroom door opened.
"Well!"
Song Ran hesitated for a second, and retreated into the bed.
He Zhiyuan pushed in the door with the dinner plate, just in time to see a strand of black hair on the pillow "slip" into the quilt, and then the whole quilt was still. He smiled, bent down and put the tableware and chopsticks away, sat beside the bed, and peeled Song Ran out layer by layer.
"Waist, waist and waist!" Song Ran gasped, "It hurts!"
"Don't move if it hurts." He Zhiyuan held him steady, touched his psoas muscle, and exerted a little force with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts..."
Song Ran looked aggrieved.
So he enjoyed the treatment of lying on Mr. He's lap and being fed by Mr. He himself spoon by spoon - clear porridge and side dishes, all vegetarian and meat-free. breakfast".
So touching, so sad.
Song Ran was lazy and his appetite was close to zero: "Where's Boo? Are you up?"
He Zhiyuan scooped up a spoonful of porridge: "It has been sent to kindergarten."
"what?"
Song Ran turned his head and noticed that He Zhiyuan was wearing a shirt, not a nightgown, obviously he was out of the house, and suddenly became gloomy: "Little boy, I forgot my brother when I have a father, and I don't even remember to say good morning to me. ."
He Zhiyuan smiled lowly and said, "When he said good morning, you didn't even respond when you slept, half of your face was full of saliva, or did I wipe it off for you... mustard or tofu?"
"Zhu, mustard."
Song Ran was a little embarrassed, opened his mouth to take a mouthful of porridge, and took a piece of mustard in his mouth, glanced at the time on He Zhiyuan's watch, and almost spit out: "It's twelve o'clock? I slept all morning. ?!"
"Eat well, don't talk, be careful of choking." He Zhiyuan patted his bulging cheek as a warning, but his tone was very gentle, "It's rare to sleep late, it's okay... You worked hard last night. ."
Yes, it was really hard work.
Song Ran blushed and swallowed the porridge in his mouth warmly. After thinking about it, he didn't know what to take next, and he said modestly: "No, no, I didn't work hard at all, and I didn't exert much effort anyway, so I just lay down like that. Come on, let you... uh, let you move on it alone... Mr. He, if you work hard and feel sorry for yourself, don't worry too much about me, I won't die from exhaustion."
"… "
Song Ran is a person who is occasionally overly lively and inattentive when he speaks. He Zhiyuan took a deep breath, his eyes wandered to his upturned buttocks, and his thigh muscles immediately tensed.
Song Ran hadn't noticed anything wrong, so he opened his mouth and waited for him to feed the second spoon of porridge. The porridge didn't come, and suddenly the world was spinning. He Zhiyuan carried him to the head of the bed and sat upright, with a bowl and a spoon in his hand.
"I'll make a call, you can eat by yourself."
He Zhiyuan's voice was slightly sandy, and he threw out a sentence with an unnatural expression, got up and left the bedroom.
When Song Ran bluntly figured out that something was wrong, He Zhiyuan had regained his composure and sat calmly on the sofa watching TV. Song Ran walked to the sofa with his sore and crisp waist, sat down slowly, and bumped into He Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Well, you just... did you get hard?"
He Zhiyuan stared at the TV screen: "Well."
"Then tell me directly, why are you leaving? I've done it all." Song Ran leaned over, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and waved softly, "I'm also very happy that you have a reaction... I I want it too."
He Zhiyuan smiled helplessly.
He grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, took Songran into his arms comfortably, and leaned against the sofa together: "Baby, let me tell the truth, don't tell me, you can't even afford a finger now already."
"… "
What is the feeling of this Fighting Landlord
Song Ran's mouth twitched.
In fact, he also knew that last night was too intense, the wonton shop was badly damaged, and it was not able to open to the outside world for the time being. At best, it could only provide some marginal services, which could not satisfy his beloved Mr. He.
Shouldn't be messing around.
He admits wrong.
Song Ran was like a little white dragon who came ashore, stopped making waves, and lay obediently on He Zhiyuan's chest, with five fingers clasped and tightly entangled.
The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, covering most of the living room.
Budoudou, who was invited to come to the accommodation, slept on the thick mattress with all his back, and was with Xiao Q who was charging. The mini hydroponic plants grew thin vines, climbed out along the glass wall of the small fish tank, and began to explore new worlds, with a constant rhythm of heartbeat and breathing.
Song Ran felt that all this peacefulness was unreal.
"Mr. He, are you for real?" Song Ran looked up at He Zhiyuan and asked softly, "Will you disappear after I fall asleep?"
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Of course not."
Song Ran frowned, still worried: "Will you stay in this house forever?"
"That's not necessarily true." He Zhiyuan scratched the tip of his nose lightly, "The future is still very long. We may change communities or cities, but I will always live in the same house as you."
Song Ran blinked twice and said with a smile, "I'm so lucky."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because my Mr. He is so good, if I'm one step late, three or five days late, and I'm lying here listening to your love words, maybe it's someone else."
He Zhiyuan smiled gently: "No. Before I met you, I never thought of starting a family."
Song Ran looked at him with a look of disbelief.
It's no wonder Song Ran doesn't believe it. For him, this is probably a more moving love sentence than "I love you"—it's too moving, and it's not so easy to connect.
He Zhiyuan put his arms around him, combed his hair with his fingers, and said slowly: "When I was young, my parents were always arguing. It's strange, they clearly have love and are not violent, but they live together. Under one roof, quarrels can’t be stopped. I have never liked going home since I was a child. My family was too depressing and full of gunpowder. I don’t know at which moment a frightening war would break out. The opportunity may be a spoonful of salt, a thread, A nail clipper, or just someone a second late when talking. I don't know what other people's families are like, but my own family of origin... hardly any peace of mind."
"My parents weren't bad people, they just didn't have enough fate. They pointed to Maimang, and they accumulated more and more hatred. In the end, they finally divorced and swore that they would never get along with each other. At that time, I hadn't been at the dinner table at home for nearly two years. I had a good meal."
"I went abroad by myself, and I have eaten in the school canteen, the fast food truck on the street, the cheap fast food restaurant, and the frozen food in the supermarket... Each of them is safer than the table at home, at least not during the eating process. Someone took my food, threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and flipped my table."
"Song Ran, what kind of atmosphere should a family gather at a table for dinner? It's such a simple thing. I was on the phone that day, and Bubu happily told me which dishes you cooked for him... I really felt it. arrived."
"You make me want to go home and live under the same roof with you, sleep in the same bed, eat the same table, and raise the same child. I didn't give this home to you, but you created it for me, understand. ?"
Song Ran nodded, the corners of his eyes moist: "Understood."
"So, have a little faith in yourself and a little faith in me, okay?"
"it is good."
Song Ran clings to He Zhiyuan's shoulder, lifts his chin, and kisses his soft lips.
That afternoon, Songran put on a plaid apron, emptied the refrigerator of 8012A, filled the refrigerator of 8012B, and said that he would cook a table full of sumptuous dinner for Mr. He.
He Zhiyuan accompanies him to deal with the ingredients, washing, cutting, slicing, chopping, and each process takes turns. The prepared ham is like crumbs, the tofu is as thin as hair, the red and green peppers make a bright plate, and the scallops are opened one by one in boiling water...
Busy until 3:30, Song Ran glanced at the clock, urged Mr. He to go to the kindergarten to pick up Boo Boo, and promised that when the father and son returned home, dinner would have been beautifully arranged.
Mr. He picked up the car keys, pushed Songran to the counter before leaving, and asked for a long kiss whose boiling water was about to overflow the pot.
At 4:10, Song Ran took out a sea bowl and prepared to put the boiled borscht - this is the last dish of the day. In the dark, he didn't know where the impulse came from, he put down the sea bowl halfway and opened the kitchen window.
Just as he looked down, a silver-gray Infiniti slowly drove into the field of vision and parked in the canopy parking space downstairs.
Mr. He came back with Boob.
The setting sun was as red as blood, shining on a lonely little wooden bridge on the shallow water, and there was no one on the bridge.
Song Ran smiled lightly.
I'm not there anymore, he thought - here I am, with them.
He filled a large bowl of borscht soup and placed it in the center of the table, then placed three bowls of rice, three glasses of juice, and three pairs of chopsticks.
Just as he was doing all this, he heard a crisp and pleasant doorbell.
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