Song Yan was really picky, wandering around, and chose the wonton stall. When Yan Zhuo watched him finish his meal slowly and the two walked back, he couldn't help complaining in a muffled voice: "You know—"
Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly a few children ran across to him, like a gust of wind, he hurriedly gave Song Yan a hand.
so close.
I don't know whose family's brats are running towards people without even looking at them, like wild rabbits.
After standing still, Song Yan asked, "What did you want to say just now?"
oh…
Yan Zhuo continued to finish the sentence, he said: "People like you are really difficult to serve."
When Song Yan heard this, his face changed in a second.
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: Look, look, it's started again.
Sure enough, Song Yanyin popped out four words from his lips, interrogative: "Have you ever served?"
Of course, many times. Yan Zhuo liked to take advantage of him verbally, so he teased: "What kind of servant are you talking about?"
"..."
We are all adults, and the way adults think about problems is naturally not as simple as that of children.
Song Yan moved his mouth, not knowing what to say for the first time. How should he answer this? It feels weird to answer.
So, Song Tianxian, who couldn't say no to Yan Zhuo for the first time, walked in front of Yan Zhuo with a cold face.
Even the back is saying, don't beat me.
Back in the room, it was almost nine o'clock, Song Yan took out his pajamas from the suitcase and said, "You wash first, I will wash first."
He means taking a bath.
Yan Zhuo glanced at the bathroom.
The bathroom is made of frosted glass, and the movements and outlines of the people inside can be vaguely seen from the outside.
"You go first." Yan Zhuo said, he wanted to play a game first to suppress the little ripples that were about to appear in his heart.
Song Yan washed quickly and came out in less than fifteen minutes. During this period of time, Yan Zhuo also played the game extremely hard.
Song Yan was wiping his hair with a towel, and the water droplets fell on his chest along the ends of his hair, dizzying into small brown circles.
Yan Zhuo put down his phone, copied a piece of clothing and walked into the bathroom. The dense heat has not yet dissipated, hovering in the air, and the mirror is also stained with water vapor, making it blurry.
He wiped the mirror with his hands, and the people in the mirror gradually showed clear eyebrows and eyes.
His face was very red, as if he had secretly smeared a girl's rouge. Illuminated by the bathroom light, his eyes were blank.
"My God, how did I become like this." Yan Zhuo muttered to himself.
I always think that it is impossible, impossible, they are impossible. But the liking has continued unabated.
Yan Zhuo turned on the shower and stood naked under it.
It's hot, very hot, I don't know if it's water or people.
…
When Yan Zhuo came out of the bathroom, it was as if his body had been hollowed out.
He paced to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared quietly out of the windows. The outside was brightly lit and lively, in sharp contrast to the quiet interior. After a while, he looked at someone again through the reflection of the glass.
With his back facing him, Song Yan lay on his side on the bed, leaving only the back of his head outside, and the rest were tightly wrapped in the quilt, piled up into a hill, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Yan Zhuo blinked, walked to the bedside and turned off the light, and whispered: "Good night."
In the morning, the fog is thick. The breeze blows the coolness and drills into the human nasal cavity.
Yan Zhuo zipped his coat to the top and watched the "Ningkang Waiting for Death" choir doing their final rehearsal.
He yawned with his hands in his pockets and asked Xu Yue beside him, "What number are we in line for?"
Xu Yue didn't wake up, and said weakly: "The 23rd, it will probably be in the afternoon."
"Afternoon? Then we have to wait here all the time?"
Yawning can be contagious, Qin Xiao covered his mouth and said, "No, there is a waiting area for the competition in the auditorium. And..." She glared at Yan Zhuo, "You don't need to wait, don't you still go to the bubble with Mr. Song It's a hot spring."
The corners of Yan Zhuo's mouth twitched, and he said embarrassedly, "Is that okay? I really don't need to be here with you?"
"If you want to laugh, don't bear it," Qin Xiao turned his head and complained, "If you get a bargain, you'll be good."
I am very happy to get the cheap Yan Zhuo. He has never been in a hot spring when he grows up, so he is looking forward to it. He ran back to the room, called Song Yan up and said, "Let's go, let's go to the hot spring, I don't have to follow the chorus today, I have a lot of time."
In fact, Song Yan slept very late last night, almost falling asleep after the early morning. Being woken up at this moment, he sat on the bed in a daze with sleepy eyes, and asked after a while, "Have you had breakfast?"
"just ate."
"You can't soak in the hot spring after eating, just wait." Saying that, Song Yan lay down and fell asleep again.
"..."
Song Yan lay down for two hours, and it didn't take that long to get back into the cage. When he woke up, Yan Zhuo prepared all the clothes for him, and carefully matched them.
Yan Zhuo said, "You look good in this black coat, retro and British."
Song Yan may have just woken up, his mind is not clear yet, after a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "I look good in anything I wear."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
The hot spring is not far from the hotel, and it takes only a few minutes to walk there. After receiving the changing card at the front desk, the two went to the changing room.
Their lockers are right next to each other.
Yan Zhuo quickly finished taking off his clothes, and then he sat on the sofa and waited for Song Yan.
Song Yan just took off his jeans, revealing a pair of straight legs. His legs are very long and thin, and the muscles can be faintly felt in the lower legs, and the contour lines are beautiful.
and…
Yan Zhuo unconsciously glanced away, thinking: Song Tianxian is very talented, besides the long legs, some places... are also really big.
The hot spring clubhouse is divided into indoor and outdoor, and the indoor is quite ordinary, just like a large water amusement park.
The outdoors are very characteristic. Because of the location of the address, there is snow almost every day in winter. As a result, snowflakes fell, forming a snow hot spring.
It was too cold outside, even though he was wearing a bath towel, Yan Zhuo was still trembling, his upper and lower teeth were chattering.
If Song Yan was not a human being, he could still walk slowly with no expression on his face when he was standing shirtless in the extreme cold, without blinking his eyes.
It's not easy to bring the blind stick in the hot spring, so Yan Zhuo had no choice but to help him and follow his pace.
When he got to the hot spring pool, Yan Zhuo, who had been shivering with cold for a long time, jumped into the hot spring water in a hurry to feel the warmth all over his body. He greeted Song Yan: "Come down quickly, it's so warm in here."
Yan Zhuo looked at the notice board on the shore, 40 degrees. The water temperature was just right.
After Song Yan entered the water, he leaned against the edge of the pool and closed his eyes to rest his mind, ignoring his thoughts at all.
Yan Zhuogan was bored, picked up a puddle of water with his feet, drew a curve in the air, and by the way...flicked it to Song Yan's face.
Yan Zhuo covered his mouth.
This is his foot bath.
Song Yan opened his eyes and glanced in his direction with a sullen face.
"..."
"Bored?" Song Yan asked.
yes yes. Yan Zhuo said: "It's very boring, let's chat for a while."
"What are you talking about?"
"whatever."
Song Yan: "That's nothing to talk about."
Yan Zhuo quickly changed his words: "Then let's talk about you." After finishing speaking, he felt that something was wrong, "You definitely don't want to talk about it."
"Then... talk about me?" Yan Zhuo said, "But I have nothing to talk about."
Song Yan was speechless, he was the one who talked, and he was the one who said there was nothing to talk about.
Song Yan closed his eyes again, returned to his dead state, and said, "Then don't chat, it's fine if you ask and answer for yourself."
Yan Zhuo was pissed off by him, so he intentionally punched him on the shoulder. It's like a provocation, saying that you can hit me if you have the ability.
Song Yan snorted, and laid his arms lazily on the edge of the pool, not as knowledgeable as he was.
Seeing that he ignored him, Yan Zhuo felt bored. Thinking about his heart, he stretched out his hand to tickle him again.
Song Yankuai was annoyed to death by his childish behavior, grabbed his arm and said, "Stop making trouble."
The bottom of the pool was very slippery, Yan Zhuo was caught by him like this, his center of gravity was unstable, and he plunged into the water with a "plop", hitting his head on Song Yan's chest.
Song Yan snorted, and Yan Zhuo almost drank the hot spring water. Because of his fear, he wrapped his arms tightly around Song Yan's neck. Leaning against Song Yan, he let out a breath of shock.
"Is it still skinny?"
The voice came from the top of his head, and the corners of Yan Zhuo's eyes twitched.
"Death." Song Yan said.
Yan Zhuo didn't mind his sarcasm.
uh... the touch...
He glanced down at them.
Maybe... too close...too... right.
He could even feel the pulse of the opponent's rhythm below.
Yan Zhuo's throat tightened, and he couldn't breathe for a moment. Seeing that Xiaoyan Zhuo was also about to stand up, he was startled, let go of Song Yan's neck hastily, and retreated a thousand miles away.
He was afraid that Song Yan would get angry, so he yelled, "Don't... don't attack me, it's all because you insisted on pulling me, so I didn't stand still. If you attack me, I will cry."
Song Yan was hugged by him like an octopus. Before he could speak, he heard the villain on the other side complain first. He felt angry and said in a cold voice, "Cry."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Cry, cry not come out.
"I was wrong, and I have regrets," Yan Zhuo said in a serious tone, with a disapproving expression, "I shouldn't be flirting, don't be as knowledgeable as me."
"With you?" Song Yan said sarcastically, "I can do it."
poison. It's really poisonous.
Yan Zhuo glared at him, thinking: What kind of eyes do I have