Su Yuyang probably woke up from hunger. Before he opened his eyes when his head was clear, he reached out to rub his stomach, and his stomach made a sound of protest in time.
"Is Xiaomiao's breakfast ready?" Su Yuyang asked habitually, but did not get the expected answer.
"Xiao Miao?" Su Yuyang called Ling Miao forcefully, and suddenly he felt something twisting twice in his arms. When he woke up, Su Yuyang's brain hadn't fully started yet. It took him a few seconds to realize that something was wrong.
Su Yuyang opened his eyes and adjusted to the light before looking into his arms. When he lowered his head, he saw a ball of black hair, then a human ear, and further down... Su Yuyang couldn't see well because he was pressed by his body. It's true, but he also guessed who the person he was hugging - apart from Ling Miao, Su Yuyang really couldn't think of anyone who would be in his home at this time.
"Why did Ling Miao come to my house?" Su Yuyang thought in confusion. Suddenly his brain seemed to be stimulated by something. He took his hand out from under Ling Miao's body, then jumped off the bed and checked his body in the corner. He looked at Ling Miao from beginning to end.
"Huh-" After confirming that he had done nothing to Ling Miao, Su Yuyang's heart that had just been tightened slowly relaxed.
Su Yuyang took a breath with lingering fear, and waited until his emotions calmed down completely before he went to wake Ling Miao.
"Xiao Miao, get up." Su Yuyang said in a cold voice.
Ling Miao turned over and ignored Su Yuyang, and covered his head with the quilt, leaving only a small gap for him to breathe. Su Yuyang stood by the bed with his hands on his hips and watched Ling Miao become quiet after completing these actions. Now he was sure of one thing: Ling Miao was pretending to sleep!
"Get up, I know you're awake." Su Yuyang's voice became colder and fainter. Ling Miao shrank and wrapped the quilt tighter.
Seeing this, Su Yuyang smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Ling Miao, are you reluctant to part with my bed? If you are reluctant, just move over and sleep with me. My bed is quite big, and there is no pressure at all to sleep with two men."
Listening to Su Yuyang's teasing words, Ling Miao rolled on his bed and then stretched his head out from the quilt. Ling Miao originally thought that Su Yuyang must be smiling, but what he saw was a serious face with thoughtfulness on his face, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of his proposal.
Ling Miao suppressed his voice and cursed: "Go away, I would rather sleep on the floor than share a bed with you."
"Are you worried about what I will do to you?" Su Yuyang said a little aggrievedly.
Ling Miao said disdainfully: "Tch, what can you do to me? Be careful I break your fifth limb." Ling Miao raised his hand and made a "cutting" motion, and Su Yuyang covered a certain place in cooperation.
"Hey, that's okay for you, right?" Ling Miao was speechless at Su Yuyang's actions.
Su Yuyang asked back: "Didn't you say you wanted to cut off my fifth limb? I'm just going to cooperate."
"roll!"
"It's rolling every time. Do you think I'm the ball? I don't know how to roll, but I see that you are having a lot of fun rolling around in my vagina. Why don't you throw the quilt aside and show me how to do it?" Su Yuyang's face suddenly changed. Zooming in before Ling Miao's eyes, Ling Miao looked at the face that was seriously begging for advice. For a moment, he didn't know what words to use to rebuff Su Yuyang's request.
"Xiao Miao, are you so reluctant to part with my quilt?" Su Yuyang suddenly looked at Ling Miao with an ambiguous look, "Aren't you worried that there is some part of my body on it?"
Ling Miao seemed to have remembered something. Su Yuyang asked him the same question a few days ago, and he replied to Su Yuyang with this sentence. Unexpectedly, Su Yuyang actually used this sentence to ridicule him.
"I can't help you." Ling Miao looked like an eggplant beaten by frost. He glared at Su Yuyang before getting out of the quilt.
As soon as Ling Miao came out of the quilt, Su Yuyang's eyes were attracted by some kind of physiological reaction. He finally knew why Ling Miao refused to come out of the quilt.
"Um..." Su Yuyang lowered his head in embarrassment, but his naked shoulders were clearly telling Ling Miao: I am laughing, I can't hold back my laughter.
Two red clouds floated on Ling Miao's cheeks. He glanced at something he was very proud of and quickly walked towards the bedroom door.
Su Yuyang didn't go out because he was worried that he would hear some discordant sounds.
Falling on the bed, the quilt still had a few seconds of body temperature. Su Yuyang stroked the quilt cover with his fingertips. Feng Ji's words appeared without warning, and were crushed by Su Yuyang forcefully. Su Yuyang always felt that his brain capacity was very small, so he would not think about many things when it was not necessary, lest he open too many programs and his brain would freeze at some point.
Finding someone to live with is something that can only happen but cannot be sought.
If Feng Ji were here, he would definitely scold Su Yuyang: "Your social circle is not as big as a slap in the face, so you have to be able to meet her if you want to, right?"
Su Yuyang put aside the issue of ethics, and a new question came again: When did Ling Miao come to my house
"Su Yuyang, it's time to eat." Ling Miao shouted at the top of his lungs.
"It's coming." Su Yuyang responded but made no move.
Ling Miao put all the food on the table. Su Yuyang hadn't come out of the room yet. Ling Miao opened the door of Su Yuyang's bedroom and saw Su Yuyang laying on the quilt and caressing him. Ling Miao couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Su, do you want it?" Can I give you my quilt?"
Su Yuyang's brain skipped a beat, and when he saw Ling Miao's eyes staring at his hands, he suddenly understood.
Su Yuyang said disgustedly: "It's not like I don't have a quilt. Eat, eat."
Seeing what Ling Miao wanted to say, Su Yuyang immediately interrupted. Ling Miao shrugged his shoulders, looking at Su Yuyang's fleeing back, he smiled a little proudly.
After lunch, Su Yuyang went back to his room to code, while Ling Miao started doing housework.
Ling Miao was washing clothes when Su Yuyang suddenly appeared behind him and said in a ghostly voice: "Let's spell the words later."
Ling Miao shivered and the soap fell to the ground.
The moment the soap slipped from his hand, Ling Miao saw the eyes of the man behind him shrink, with an expectant smile on his face.
Ling Miao naturally remembered the jokes about soap on the Internet, so he turned around and looked at the man pleadingly and smiled flatteringly: "Brother Su, can you go out first?"
Su Yuyang couldn't help laughing when he saw Ling Miao's trembling look, fearing that something would happen to him. He reached out and pinched Ling Miao's fleshless cheek, gave Ling Miao a "don't worry" smile, and then walked out of the bathroom.
Ling Miao faced the bathroom door and picked up the soap, then carefully placed the soap in the soap box.
"Huh—" Ling Miao breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Spelling?" Su Yuyang appeared again like a ghost. When Ling Miao heard his voice, for some reason, his heart beat violently, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
Ling Miao rubbed Su Yuyang's clothes fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "You go at 3,000 an hour, and I go at 30,000 an hour. Aren't I looking for abuse by trying to spell with you? I'm not M, and I don't like being abused."
"Actually, my speed is 6,000 per hour." Su Yuyang corrected, "3,000 is the speed five years ago."
"So why are you looking for me to spell?" Ling Miao's hands rubbing the clothes suddenly increased, and Su Yuyang seemed to hear his clothes asking him for help.
"Oh, I know." Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang with sudden realization, "You can't pick my thorns, so you just want to use this method to get the pleasure of torturing people? I rely on Su Yuyang, are you a jerk?"
Su Yuyang said indifferently: "Whatever you think, but do you spell or not?"
"Fight, why don't you fight? But you have to dry my clothes first."
Ling Miao carried the dehydrated clothes to the balcony in a basin. He stood by the guardrail and collected the dry clothes and handed them to Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang took off the clothes and threw them on the sofa aside, and hung the wet clothes on the hangers. Pass it to Ling Miao.
Although it was their first time working together, the two worked very well together.
A touch of gold crawled into the room along the window, and the bright light belt connected Su Yuyang and Ling Miao. Under the sun, a touch of warmth flowed through their fingertips, and time seemed to stop for the two of them. When Su Yuyang handed over the clothes, his eyes brushed the side of Ling Miao's face, and he saw the emotion called "happiness" on Ling Miao's face.
Pulled by Ling Miao's emotions, Su Yuyang's heart began to fluctuate in a place that had not fluctuated for a long time.
After handing the clothes to Ling Miao, Su Yuyang went to take one out of habit, but came up empty. Seeing Ling Miao hanging the last piece of clothing on the clothes drying pole, Su Yuyang said: "There are no more clothes, let's go to Spelling."
"OK!"
Ling Miao joined many author groups, but he spent most of his time diving. When others organized spelling, he would watch the fun, so he knew what spelling was about but had never participated.
"It starts at four o'clock and ends at five o'clock." Su Yuyang looked at the time and said.
Ling Miao nodded without any objection, and then asked: "Let me take half an hour?"
"You're thinking too much." Su Yuyang rolled his eyes at Ling Miao.
"Then, is there any bet?" Ling Miao asked again.
bet
"How about the loser learning how to bark like a dog on Weibo?"
The bet proposed by Su Yuyang was the most common one he and his friends used when spelling. Ling Miao had also seen people who lost in spelling make this bet on Weibo, so he happily agreed.
Su Yuyang and Ling Miao moved their computers to the terrace outside the study room, and sat facing each other, waiting only for four o'clock to arrive.
"Start!" Ling Miao reminded Su Yuyang, and his fingers got busy.
Su Yuyang didn't move, his attention was entirely focused on Ling Miao.
When Ling Miao was typing, his back was straight and his eyes were staring at the computer without blinking. His seriousness made Su Yuyang's heart tremble. However, the word "Chuan" occasionally appeared between Ling Miao's eyebrows. Su Yuyang thought that Ling Miao might have encountered some plot that was difficult to write. After a pause of a few seconds or half a minute, joy appeared on Ling Miao's face, and then the sound of the keyboard began to echo in his ears again.
The sound from Ling Miao's keyboard almost never stopped, and Su Yuyang muttered in his heart: "At this speed, you say you are going 30,000 kilometers per hour. Ling Miao, are you telling me to relax my vigilance?" Su Yuyang thought he was smiling bitterly, and only those who saw him knew he was doing it. The smile is pampering.
After stretching, Su Yuyang pulled his thoughts back and stared at the computer. He also entered the coding state. However, his eyes would drift towards Ling Miao from time to time. As he looked, Ling Miao was the only one in Su Yuyang's sight.
"Looking at how serious he is, I would be embarrassed if I didn't take it seriously." Su Yuyang thought, and his attention returned to spelling.
Repeatedly, the final result is self-evident.