1.
In recent days, Yan Zhuo has been a little worried, why, because Song Yan hasn't touched him for five days.
This is not right, according to the usual frequency, he is once a day, occasionally twice a day when he is in a good mood or not busy.
But I don't know what's wrong recently, the studio is not busy, Song Yan is also in a good mood, and sometimes he hums a song after get off work. Even so, he didn't touch Yan Zhuo, which made Yan Zhuo very depressed.
He was still thinking about it until Song Yan came home from get off work.
Song Yan came back and handed him the cheesecake first, then kissed him on the cheek and asked, "How is today? Are you bored?"
"Fortunately," Yan Zhuo said proudly, "I'm currently taking orders to draw illustrations."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you suddenly think of doing this?"
He originally asked Yan Zhuo to help him in the studio, but Yan Zhuo didn't have much interest in the profession of teacher, so he just did it.
Yan Zhuo took a bite of the cheesecake and said, "I'm afraid I'll starve to death if I don't have money."
His total deposits now don't exceed 20,000 yuan, and he doesn't have a house or a car.
Song Yan hugged him, and said generously: "My husband has a lot of savings, you won't starve to death."
"Thank you..." Yan Zhuo said inarticulately.
Afraid that he would choke, Song Yan poured him a glass of water: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."
Speaking of this, Yan Zhuo was angry, Song Xiaoying, a brat, didn't know what had happened recently, and went to his house every Saturday and Sunday to grab his snacks. Song Yan would grab as much as he bought, and he didn't forget to pack it up before leaving.
After eating the cheesecake, the two of them watched the football game on the sofa and were about to fall asleep.
When Song Yan went to take a shower, Yan Zhuo sneaked a look at his cell phone.
"Hmm..." Yan Zhuo mentally prepared himself, and secretly said: It's not that I don't believe him, I'm just curious.
Why does he have no desire for me
Song Yan is a combination lock, Yan Zhuo tried his birthday and couldn't open it, and tried his own birthday again, but still couldn't open it.
"Huh..." Fearing that Song Yan would come out suddenly, Yan Zhuo thought about it, and then tried the date of their first meeting—
Still not right.
Yan Zhuo gave up, and he put the phone back in its place in dejection.
After a while, Song Yan came out with wet steam on his body. While wiping his hair, he said, "Go wash it, the water is just right."
Yan Zhuo nodded, said "Oh" in a lukewarm way, and walked to the bathroom.
Yan Zhuo had just washed his hair during the day, so it would be fine if he just washed his body.
When he came out, Song Yan was playing with his mobile phone, when he saw Yan Zhuo coming out, he patted the place beside him: "Come on."
Yan Zhuo walked over, and when his ass was about to touch the bed, Song Yan suddenly pulled him, and pulled him to sit on his lap.
Yan Zhuo was in a hurry, he didn't bring his underwear, now he was only wearing a towel and his body was empty, he said embarrassingly, "...what are you doing?"
Song Yan smelled the smell on his neck: "No reason."
Yan Zhuo was a little disappointed: "Why not..."
"What's your expression?" Song Yan teased him, "Then I'll do it to you."
OK!
Yan Zhuo raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly said: "Song Yan..."
"Um?"
"That... what is the password of your mobile phone?"
"you guess?"
"..." Yan Zhuo said, "I can't guess."
Song Yan suddenly smiled: "How many times have you tried?"
"ah?"
"Little fool." Song Yan pinched his nose and spit out a string of numbers.
"Huh?" Yan Zhuo asked, "Does this have any meaning?"
Song Yan's eyes brightened: "What do you think?"
Yan Zhuo thought for a while, and suddenly realized.
meet you again.
This is the day Song Yan met him again.
What are you doing, so romantic.
Yan Zhuo said in a muffled voice, "I still have a question to ask."
"What?"
"You..." Yan Zhuo twitched, how should he speak.
Sexual disharmony? Or... do I want to
He struggled and dawdled, how should he say it so that he would not appear to be very horny
Song Yan waited for him for a long time, and asked strangely, "What?"
Yan Zhuo bit the bullet and said: "Uh, it's not a big deal, just, it's you recently, why, why don't you treat me?"
His voice was like a mosquito, and his words were vague.
Song Yan smiled in his deep and dark eyes: "Which one?"
"That's it."
"Which one is that?"
Yan Zhuo was in a hurry: "That's it!"
Song Yan laughed out loud, still playing tricks: "Speak clearly."
"..." Now Yan Zhuo could see that Song Yan was teasing him.
Song Yan acted according to his face, and accepted it as soon as he saw it. Hurry up and say: "Okay, okay, let me tell you why."
Yan Zhuo was holding back something in his heart and didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he just asked, "Why?"
Song Yan said: "I don't think I should be so selfish."
Selfish? Yan Zhuo asked strangely: "What do you mean, why are you selfish?"
Song Yan explained: "I think I should lower the frequency and consider your feelings more. Is it uncomfortable for you to cry like that every time on the bed... I don't want you to think that I... Uh, I only use my lower body to express my love. Your love, I should be more restrained, take good care of you, and follow your thoughts."
Yan Zhuo was dumbfounded by his words, and after a while he stuttered and asked, "You, you think I'm uncomfortable?"
"Isn't it?" Song Yan put his head on his shoulder, "I don't want you to feel bad."
I'm not feeling bad wow, I'm super cool. Yan Zhuo wanted to cry, but his thoughts were misunderstood just like that? ! He... doesn't he just like to wipe a few tears on the bed, how could it be abuse.
Yan Zhuo felt that he had been blind for so few days, what was he thinking about. Really!
Angrily, he pressed Song Yan hard on the bed, and uttered bold words: "Quick, come and torture me, torture me hard! I want you to see if I'm suffering or not!"
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes: "You said so."
"Well, I said so."
Song Yan pursed his lips, and immediately rolled over on top.
"Honey," his voice fell into Yan Zhuo's ear, "I just learned a new posture, let's unlock it."
2.
Song Yan's birthday is in November, he is a typical Scorpio.
Early in the morning, Yan Zhuo made him a bowl of longevity noodles when he woke up.
Yan Zhuo said: "Congratulations Mr. Song, you are already 32 years old!"
Song Yan picked up a piece of noodles and asked him, "Do you think I'm old?"
"How could it be?" Yan Zhuo said, "You will always be 18 in my heart."
"Have you seen me when I was 18?"
"certainly."
When I returned to Ningkang last week, Song Qiao had nothing to do and took out the photo album and told him about Song Yan's childhood from when he was a child until he graduated from university. Each photo was marked with a note.
Yan Zhuo said: "I didn't expect you to have such a stinky face when you were a child. You don't like to laugh and pretend to be cool."
Song Yan had no choice but to defend himself: "I didn't, you don't know, every year Song Qiao took me to take pictures under the tree in the yard, I didn't like it, I said to change the background anyway, he wouldn't, He insisted that I was short of trees in my life, that tree was my godfather when I was a child, every year, holidays and birthdays, I should pay homage and take a photo together... Do you think I can laugh?"
"Hahaha..." Yan Zhuo laughed and burst into tears, "Why are you so funny?"
He could even imagine Song Yan's awkward and reluctant appearance and had to compromise.
After breakfast, Song Yan changed his shoes in the hallway, while Yan Zhuo leaned on the shoe cabinet and watched him quietly.
"Why?" Song Yan said, "Can't bear to part with me?"
"No way." Yan Zhuo helped him straighten his tie, pulled him to bow his head and kissed him: "Come back early, I'm going back to Ningkang today."
Song Yan: "OK."
Song Qiao attaches great importance to the once-a-year birthday. He cooks a table full of dishes, including big fish, big meat, vegetables and fruits.
When everyone was seated, Song Xiaoying purposely reserved a seat by his side.
Although Yaya has been away for several years, they all always remember her.
Song Xiaoying took out a small box and handed it to Song Yan: "Birthday present, I bought it with pocket money, remember to give me more next week."
Song Yan: "You want me to spend money to buy me a gift?"
"Well," Song Xiaoying said confidently, "Who made me poor."
With a hey smile, he went to Gong Yan Zhuo again after delivering the gift: "Where's your gift?"
Yan Zhuo: "Huh?"
Song Xiaoying was very curious about what he would do, and urged: "Ah what, don't dawdle, there are gifts!"
Yan Zhuo said: "I want to give my gift separately, I can't take it out now."
"What are you doing, you're so mysterious," Song Xiaoying narrowed his eyes, "You don't want to give something inappropriate for children, so you don't dare to take it out?"
"What are you thinking about?" Song Qiao on the side couldn't listen anymore, and slapped him on the forehead, "Speak less and no one will treat you as a mute."
Song Xiaoying was aggrieved: "Oh, I'm just curious."
Song Qiao said: "What are you curious about a birthday present, a three-year-old child?"
Song Yan glanced at him, not embarrassed to say: In fact, he is also very curious...
Seeing Song Qiao chattering endlessly, Yan Zhuo was a little embarrassed, so he quickly raised his cup to ease the atmosphere and said, "Come, let us toast Song Tianxian."
Everyone toasted: "Happy birthday."
Song Yan smiled, then looked at Yan Zhuo. Yan Zhuo paused, and kissed him on the lips: "Happy birthday."
The other two: "..."
After eating the birthday cake, it's still less than midnight. Song Xiaoying proposed to fight the landlord, whoever loses will have a glass of wine.
Yan Zhuo thought it was a good idea, he finally had a chance to get Song Yan drunk.
Song Xiaoying and Yan Zhuo were fighting together, making Song Yan feel like flying, and after a few sets, he was drunk.
"Is it cool?" Song Yan leaned closer to Yan Zhuo and whispered in his ear, "Who will suffer if I drink too much, don't you know?"
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Damn, careless.
"No more, no more," Yan Zhuo put the card on the table, "Song Yan will throw up after drinking any more."
Song Qiao was also sleepy, he waved his hand: "Go to bed early, staying up late is not good for your health."
"..." Song Xiaoying was speechless and didn't have the nerve to remind him that it was past eleven o'clock.
Yan Zhuo was afraid that Song Yan would not be able to walk steadily, so he helped him back into the house.
"Are you dizzy?" Yan Zhuo poured him a glass of water and said, "I wouldn't have let you drink if I had known."
Song Yan smiled lowly: "Didn't it be fun to cheat on me just now?"
"...don't hold grudges like this," Yan Zhuo sat next to him, "I just want to see how you drink too much and lose control."
Song Yan has always been calm, with a paralyzed face and no expression every day, he wanted to try what Song Yan would look like if he drank too much.
Song Yan put down his cup and looked at him calmly: "Haven't you seen me lose control?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No."
Song Yan glanced at him up and down: "Think about it carefully."
"No..."
Song Yan sighed, pinched his earlobe, and said softly: "I didn't lose control any other night."
"..."
Song Yan continued to make up the knife: "Especially on you."
"..."
After drinking, he felt somewhat uncomfortable, Song Yan lowered his head and lay on his lap affectionately.
"Yan Zhuo," he asked in a muffled voice, "where's my birthday present?"
He has been thinking about it all night, it is almost past zero, and his birthday will soon pass.
Yan Zhuo said: "I have already given it to you."
"Where?" Song Yan, who had drunk too much, murmured like a child, "Why didn't I see it?"
"How do I know, think about it carefully."
Yan Zhuo reminded him: "Maybe it's in your pocket."
Song Yan froze for a moment, and put his hand into his trouser pocket.
Yan Zhuo said: "I put it in in the morning, thinking that you will find out by yourself today, who knows that you haven't touched your pocket all day."
He was very frustrated, as for the good surprise, he didn't want him to say it.
Song Yan smiled, the ring Yan Zhuo gave him was more beautiful than the one he gave Yan Zhuo, and there was an extra small diamond in the middle.
Song Yan stared at it for a while, and S&Y was engraved on the inner circle. It's Song Yan, and it's also Song & Yan.
Suddenly my heart felt sour.
He raised his eyelids and stared at Yan Zhuo closely, "I like it very much."
Yan Zhuo's eyelashes trembled, and he gently held his hand, the two rings shimmered under the warm light.
Yan Zhuo said, "I like it too."