Fallen.
Yan Zhuo was depraved. He originally wanted to counterattack, but gradually softened under Song Yan's offensive.
"It can't be like this," Yan Zhuo raised his claws for the last struggle, "I want to be on top."
"Delusion."
Song Yan grabbed his two wrists, lowered his head and bit his neck, sucking gently, wondering who instilled such unreliable ideas in Yan Zhuo, heh, it's just... whimsical.
Yan Zhuo was suddenly inexplicably sad and angry, struggling desperately not to let Song Yan continue.
"Ni Zukai," he said angrily, "Scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated. If you don't let me be in charge today, don't do it!"
Song Yan was about to be pissed off by him, so he said helplessly, "Be good, don't be self-willed, you won't."
"Why not!" Yan Zhuo retorted, "Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?"
After confronting each other for a long time, Song Yan also became depressed. He turned over and lay down on the bed to compromise with Yan Zhuo: "Then you come..."
When Yan Zhuo heard this, he immediately became excited, every cell in his body was clamoring.
Ahhh, he leaned over excitedly and licked Song Yan's earlobe. He pinched Song Yan's psoas muscles, wishing he could...
While picking at his clothes, Yan Zhuo thought about where to start.
…
After a long time, after admiring Song Yan's whole body, Yan Zhuo finally said shyly, "You should come... I, I won't."
Pig run is not so easy.
He was afraid that he would hurt Song Yan.
Song Yan turned his head, as if he had expected it long ago, and said lightly: "You chose this, it's not that I didn't give you a chance."
Yan Zhuo nodded blankly, he thought, in fact, it is very comfortable down here.
…
…
If you talk about the experience of back pain, then Yan Zhuo must have the most say.
He looked at Song Yan who was in a deep sleep, wishing he could kick him in the face.
Song Yan had so much enmity with him that he did it again and again.
Doing it three times in one night has never considered "sustainable development" at all.
"Huh." Rubbing his sore waist, Yan Zhuo felt extremely pitiful.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, so Yan Zhuo simply pinched his nose with his hands to prevent him from breathing.
"Suffocate you, suffocate you."
Song Yan was soundly asleep, woken up by him, and in a daze, hugged him and pressed him into his arms, Yan Zhuo let out a "huh" and said angrily, "What do you want to do again?!"
Song Yan was woken up by his loud noise, and asked in a hoarse voice after a pause, "...what are you doing?"
"...too much!" Yan Zhuo said, "Do you know how many times you did that to me last night?"
Although Song Yan just woke up, his memory is super good: "Three times."
"..." How could someone be so shameless, Yan Zhuo angrily threw off the thin blanket and got out of bed, and after getting out of bed, he picked up the thin blanket and shook it loudly.
It was cool in the morning, and Song Yan was exposed to the air without wearing anything. Looking at the huge gap between his legs, Yan Zhuo swallowed.
Depend on! It was this thing that made his butt hurt even now.
"What? Still want to come?" Song Yan saw him looking at his body without blinking and teased, "You want to squeeze your husband dry?"
Yan Zhuo: "What? Who is whose husband?"
Song Yan let out a dull laugh: "You are my husband."
"..."
"Come on, my husband will put a ring on you." As he spoke, Song Yan took out a small box from the bedside table.
He put the ring on Yan Zhuo.
Song Yan said: "I don't need to pick it anymore."
Yes, their relationship is already clear, and they already know what they should know, and it doesn't matter whether they know or not.
From now on, except for the fact that they cannot enter the other party's household registration book, they are no different from getting married.
Yan Zhuo's heart warmed up, and he hugged Song Yan for a while.
Song Yan leaned her head on his shoulder and coaxed a child and said, "Honey, shall we go the afternoon after tomorrow?"
Song Yan's studio was also busy, and they said they were in a hurry to leave, but they hadn't decided how many days they would leave Nancheng. Now that Song Yan reminded them, Yan Zhuo seriously considered this matter.
"Okay..." Yan Zhuo said, "But before I leave, I have to say goodbye to Zhou Yang and let him know."
"Didn't you drink together last night?"
Talking about this, Yan Zhuo became angry, all blamed on that Laoshizijiu, he didn't go into the mouth of a sheep.
He said unhappily: "I'm willing, the relationship between our two buddies is as solid as a rock, you can control it."
Song Yan tasted: "I'm important and he is important?"
"You." Yan Zhuo didn't hesitate. He looked at Song Yan's handsome eyebrows, this is the person he wanted most, fortunately, the person he wanted most also wanted him the most.
That's about the same. Song Yan pursed her lips, feeling as sweet as if she had soaked in a honey pot for a long time.
When he was young, he was always alone. Even after Meng Cheng and Jiao Jingwei came together, he always felt that something was missing. But now, he hugged Yan Zhuo in his arms, even if Yan Zhuo didn't say anything, the two of them just stayed in silence, and he was infinitely satisfied. Holding the person in his arms is like holding his own whole world.
Saying goodbye is a difficult thing, it seems that Yan Zhuo has been saying goodbye since he was born sensible.
It starts with his mother and ends with his father. Now, he wants to bid farewell to Zhou Yang again.
In fact, he is a person who is very emotional and afraid of parting. If possible, he hopes that he will never have to say goodbye to others.
"Tsk tsk," Zhou Yang teased as soon as he saw him, "Look at the strawberry marks on your neck, why was the battle so intense last night?"
Yan Zhuo was embarrassed by what he said, and rubbed his nose: "It's... not bad."
"Hey hey," Zhou Yang smiled wretchedly, winking at him to tease him, "Is it cool?"
Yan Zhuo remembered the counterattack plan they had specially formulated, and immediately froze, and said weakly: "You can do it, quickly clean up those dirty thoughts in your mind."
Zhou Yang asked: "Did it succeed?"
Yan Zhuo pretended to be stupid: "What?"
"Who goes up and who goes down?"
Yan Zhuo hesitated, "I'll go."
He wasn't lying, he was on it the second time, but...
cough. Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes unnaturally, not daring to meet Zhou Yang's gaze.
"Well," he changed the subject, "I have a flight the day after tomorrow afternoon."
"So fast?"
"Well, there are a lot of things in the studio waiting for him to deal with. We thought about it. Anyway, we have to leave sooner or later. It's better to go sooner."
Zhou Yang sighed, remembering the first time he saw Yan Zhuo. Now the colleague has been sleeping with her for nearly three years, Yan Zhuo left abruptly, it would be a lie to say that she is not sad.
He took a step forward, hugged Yan Zhuo gently, and said seriously: "I will miss you."
Yan Zhuo patted him on the back and smiled slightly: "Me too."
Sunday.
South City Terminal.
Looking at the city where he grew up, Yan Zhuo sighed reluctantly for the first time.
"I'll be back," Song Yan assured him, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable, "I'll be back in winter."
Yan Zhuo smiled brightly at him, with light shining in his bright eyes.
"Okay," he said.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
The plane landed in City H smoothly, the car called by Song Yan had already arrived, they took their luggage and rushed to Ningkang.
For Yan Zhuo, this is a place he hasn't been back to for a long time, and he misses it so much but feels close to home.
Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, Yan Zhuo sighed softly.
Song Yan asked: "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhuo said, "I'm a bit emotional."
He traveled this road again. On the day he left City H, it was long and bitter. But now, when he set foot on this road again, he suddenly realized that this road is not long, at least when Song Yan is beside him, he is not alone at all.
Song Yan looked at his drooping eyebrows and smiled suddenly: "Do you regret it?"
"Um?"
"leave here."
Do you regret it? not.
Yan Zhuo thought, he was really uncomfortable at that time. The confusion of just graduating and the pain of leaving Song Yan doubled and accumulated, making him unable to breathe. If he stayed in City H forever, he would definitely sink down. .
Perhaps a change of environment was the best choice for him at the time.
Song Yan thought he was suffering, and pinched his earlobe to comfort him.
Song Yan asked: "Is it hard?"
How hypocritical. Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes, and smiled softly: "A little bit." But when I think that I can have you again, those tears and grievances are not worth mentioning.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at a not very spacious alley.
As soon as Yan Zhuo got out of the car, he saw Song Qiao and Song Xiaoying standing at the gate. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.
"Let's go." Song Yan held the luggage with his left hand and held him with his right hand.
Song Yan said, "Let's go home."
There was a smile in Yan Zhuo's eyes, and he gave a soft "hmm".
In the distance is the blue sky, and the eagle is circling in the sky.
Nearby is the person he loves deeply, Song Yan's palm is wide and warm, ever since he held this person, he has never wanted to let go.
Yan Zhuo thought, there will never be a happier time than now.