Chen Jingshen looked at him a little darkly. After a while, he grabbed Yu Fan's hair, then pulled him over and pressed him down. Just as he was about to kiss him, Yu Fan stretched out his hand and pushed his face: "Chen Jingshen, there's still something in my mouth..."
Chen Jingshen hummed, pressed his hand on the side of his face to let him open his mouth, stretched his fingers in and grinded his mouth and teeth a little, getting out everything he could see, then bowed his head and kissed him.
They kissed countless times tonight. They kissed when they were not talking, and they would stop and kiss each other when they were talking.
Yu Fan's neck turned red, and he didn't know whether it was from Chen Jingshen grabbing him and kissing him, or from the heat himself. He lay there weakly, listening lazily to the sound of the rain.
"Chen Jingshen."
Chen Jingshen sat up to drink water, and answered him vaguely in a low voice: "Yes."
"Give me a sip." Yu Fan reached out to him.
He heard the sound of Chen Jingshen unscrewing the bottle cap, then his fingers were pinched, a black shadow covered him, Chen Jingshen's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he passed the water to him.
Yu Fan: "..."
After kissing for a long time and only drank less than half a sip of water, Yu Fan stared at the ceiling with a dark face, a little bit wanting to fight Chen Jingshen.
Yu Fan turned his head and saw that Chen Jingshen was looking at his mobile phone with one leg bent on the bed and the other stepping on the floor. He just took off his shirt and threw it on the swivel chair. He has clean and clear thin muscles, and there is a layer of sweat that is not obvious.
Thinking of the warm and pleasant touch just now, Yu Fan closed his eyes and thought vaguely that he also had to practice a little bit.
Chen Jingshen swiped the screen, the typhoon passed by head-on tonight, and many shops closed early. I just turned to a store that sells family planning supplies, and hesitated about the taste again.
Wanting to ask her boyfriend's opinion, she turned her head and saw that Yu Fan was lying on the pillow with her eyes closed, her shoulders and protruding shoulder blades undulating evenly, with half of her face turned towards him.
Chen Jingshen looked at his eyebrows, nose, and lips inch by inch, and when he landed on the mole, he would think of the way these two small black spots were blurred just now... He let out a deep breath, and threw the phone away. On the one hand, he got up very gently and went downstairs.
After a brief shower, when Chen Jingshen went back to bed, the person next to him suddenly raised his head and half-closed his eyes to look at him, obviously not used to the movement next to him while sleeping.
Seeing that it was him, Yu Fan closed his eyes irritably, and lay back down again, looking terribly disgusted.
It's just that the hand moved forward, and the back of the hand touched Chen Jingshen's pants.
Chen Jingshen felt a little funny, and lay on his side with his head propped up to look at him. Yu Fan felt something, and buried his face in the pillow even more disgusted.
Chen Jingshen reached out to fish him out: "Sleep well, don't get suffocated."
"When you kissed me, why didn't you think that I would suffocate to death?" Yu Fan replied half asleep.
Chen Jingshen inserted his hands into his hair, touched it for a while, and said frankly and naturally: "Because you were very cute at that time."
"..."
"You want to die, Chen Jingshen." Yu Fan cursed sleepily, "Are you perverted?"
The person next to him has no voice, but the fingers in the hair are still going on.
Yu Fan was sleepy in the first place, but being stroked like this made his thoughts go away even faster. In the chaos, he seemed to hear Chen Jingshen calling his name in a low voice.
When he thought it was his own illusion, he heard Chen Jingshen whisper: "I never thought of breaking up with you."
"I have always regretted that I was on the rooftop that day, and I didn't wait for you."
Yu Fan listened, digested, and then muttered with his remaining consciousness: "Wait for me... what's the use. At that time..."
At that time, they had no way to achieve both, and he himself was a burden, and he looked like a troublesome spirit. Chen Jingshen has many worries, and there is a bright future that is within easy reach—
"I will go with you." After being kissed on the ear, Chen Jingshen's voice was slightly hoarse, "I will take you to elope."
Yu Fan was so sleepy that he couldn't tell from east to west, but after listening to it, he still turned his head with difficulty, and smacked Chen Jingshen's lips, making a very soft sound.
"It's fine now, Chen Jingshen." Yu Fan muttered, the last few words were silent, "Sleep... I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Um."
Outside the window, the rain became heavier again, with muffled thunder. Yu Fan was just about to enter his first dream amidst the sound of rain and the warm body temperature of the people around him, when his breath hit his forehead again, and then he put a finger on the bridge of his nose, sliding to the tip of his nose little by little.
"Yu Fan, what flavor do you like?" Chen Jingshen discussed with him.
"Your blood smell." Yu Fan said, "Chen Jingshen, if you make any noise again, get out of my house."
The next day, when Yu Fan woke up and changed his clothes, he always felt that something was wrong. He circled the second floor and finally stopped at his black picture wall.
Chen Jingshen hung up the phantom photo.
Yu Fan tidied his hat casually and looked back at the person on the bed.
Chen Jingshen always covered his eyelids with a quilt when he slept, and even covered his face in the middle of the night, and Yu Fan was terribly bored when he woke up.
He walked over and pulled the quilt under Chen Jingshen's mouth. Just as he was about to leave, someone grabbed his fingers.
"Go to work?" Chen Jingshen opened his eyes.
"Yeah." Yu Fan said, "Cover the quilt well."
"Well, try your best, I'm used to it, usually the office is too bright to sleep." Chen Jingshen asked lazily, "Can I go to work with you?"
"cannot."
The expected answer. Chen Jingshen didn't say much, just pulled his finger over and kissed him, looking at him with a smile on his face: "Then can you stop blackmailing me today?"
Yu Fan looked down at him with a stern face, and held his hand for a while before letting go: "... depends on your performance."
The typhoon hit head-on, and wandered around Ningcheng all night, as if he was afraid that the migrant workers would get extra holidays. At five o'clock in the morning, he rolled up his bed and went to Huo Huo's other places. When the sun rose, there was not even a drop of rain. into a hazy mist. This long and annoying typhoon period is finally over.
So "Mochizuki Studio" opened the door on time at nine o'clock in the morning.
Wang Yue entered the studio with a yawn at half past nine. She said "morning" to the staff, and was about to go upstairs when she stopped suddenly.
She turned her head to confirm, and asked the photography assistant next to Yu Fan's desk in surprise, "Yu Fan hasn't come yet?"
"No." I asked for leave a few days ago, and the assistant also stared at me when I came back to work today, "Sister, is this the first time Teacher Yu Fan is late?"
Wang Yue recalled it, and it was true that Yu Fan had been working here for so long, and she had never been late, except for a time or two when she had an upset stomach.
"There may be something wrong." Wang Yue said, "When he comes later, let him check in normally. He is in a good mood today, so we won't deduct his full attendance."
The little assistant smiled and said, "Okay, sister. Why are you wrapped so thickly today?"
Ningcheng is still struggling to enter the winter, and the temperature has been maintained at fifteen or sixteen degrees. This temperature is actually considered low for Ning Cheng, but...
Wang Yue is wearing a hat, a cashmere coat, a thick scarf around her neck, and a mask on her face. The situation is so exaggerated that she might not feel cold in the north.
Wang Yue: "Oh, there's no way, your new brother-in-law is too clingy. My mother has come to live with me at my house again these days, and she just sent her to a party with her old sisters. In front of the elders, I still have to block her." —”
Before he could finish speaking, the store door was pushed open again with a bang, and the wind chime swayed a few times.
The two followed the sound, but there was no movement.
Yu Fan was wearing a hat, a black overcoat, a gray scarf covering his chin, and a black mask. His eyes were exposed all over his body when he entered. It's the same as Wang Yue on the steps.
Ignoring the two people who were stunned, he took out his pocket and clocked in. With a beep, the mechanical female voice ruthlessly informed: "You are late!"
Yu Fan returned to his work station to put away his things, took off his scarf and mask, and was finally able to catch his breath. Just after opening the photo editing software, I realized that Wang Yue was still standing on the stairs looking at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"No." Wang Yue swept his ambiguous neck around, and couldn't help becoming curious about Yu Fan's girlfriend, "Fan Bao, your partner... is a bit wild."
"..."
"Don't be shy, what a grown-up." Wang Yue smiled, thinking of something, "By the way, next Saturday isn't your birthday? December 2, my sister will give you a holiday."
"No need." Yu Fan said immediately.
"Why, you have a partner this year, why don't you live with your partner?"
He asked yesterday that Chen Jingshen's holiday only ends the day after tomorrow. Yu Fan opened the photo editing software: "He has something to do."
"That's it. Then we have the old rules. My sister treats guests that day and takes you to a very good private kitchen."
Yu Fan: "No need..."
"That's it, everyone has an empty stomach that day." After Wang Yue finished speaking, she waved to everyone, "Go to work!"
"..."
Yu Fan felt sorry for Qianqian until noon, until Wang Yue said that his full attendance would not be deducted this time, and his brows relaxed a little bit slowly.
But his complexion didn't get much better. Especially in the afternoon, the closer it is to get off work, the more stinky the expression will be.
"Teacher Yu, what's the matter with you today? Are you in a bad mood?" After taking the last set of photos today, the little assistant couldn't help asking while cleaning up the set.
Yu Fan didn't know how many times he turned on the phone, and said coldly, "No."
It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and for eight hours, Chen Jingshen didn't send him a message.
Yu Fan even suspected that he was sleepwalking in the middle of the night, so he blocked the person, and went to the backstage to check twice.
What is Chen Jingshen doing all day? I don't have to go to work, and I have nothing else to do...
Yu Fan couldn't help but click on Chen Jingshen's dialog box, and sent a sentence: [Chen Jingshen, what are you doing.]
As soon as the news passed, there was a buzz, and the phone vibrated lightly, but it was someone else's news.
[Wang Lu'an: I'm stupid! Yu Fan! I just swiped into Xueba's circle of friends!]
[-:?]
[Wang Lu'an: I look at the positioning, he is actually in Ningcheng now!]
Yu Fan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately clicked on Moments—then Chen Jingshen swiped the screen.
In the past few hours, Chen Jingshen posted eight Moments with the positioning of "Ningcheng", all of which were photos, without additional text.
Yu Fan looked at the small pictures and sat in a daze for a long time at the workstation before clicking in one by one.
The first one was a banyan tree planted in the apartment where he lived.
The second one is the small kindergarten opposite the apartment.
In the third picture, the roast meat restaurant he visited yesterday, the boss is hanging the roast duck on the shelf.
The fourth picture shows pedestrians and vehicles coming and going. There is a supermarket and a small clinic across the road.
…
Every place is old and dilapidated, and Yu Fan is very familiar with it.
The phone vibrated again, and it took Yu Fan a long time to get away from the photos and go back to look at them.
Chen Jingshen might have thought that he was in the circle of friends, so he simply explained: [Walk around.]
Ningcheng is a tourist city. Others come here to watch the mountains, the sea, and the sunset.
Chen Jingshen took his dilapidated neighborhood as the center, and went to see the streets he walked the most, the shops he visited the most, and the roads he passed the most.
Yu Fan forgot to reply, and sat there in a daze for a long time, until Wang Yue went downstairs on time and urged them to get off work.
Wang Yue took off her coat and scarf at the moment, she was dressed exquisitely and beautifully, even her earrings were shining.
"Sister, isn't your dress so pretty!" the little assistant asked staringly.
"I also think that a certain treasure's 179 yuan wallet postage can't be seen, right? Look at the fabric..."
Wang Yue came to her desk, and the two women immediately began to share recent goodies.
"Are you going on a date with your new brother-in-law?" the assistant asked hesitantly.
"Yes, it's not waiting for him to pick it up." Wang Yue smiled shyly, and the wind chime of opening the door came from behind.
There are basically no customers at this time. Wang Yue's heart jumped for joy, and she turned her head happily: "Here we come—"
Seeing the tall and thin man coming out of the door, Wang Yue was slightly taken aback, and the words turned around her mouth, "... hello."
Chen Jingshen nodded: "Hello."
Wang Yue has a good memory, and because he is handsome, she recognized him almost immediately: "Oh, you are the one from last time... Are you here?"
Chen Jingshen said indifferently: "Pick me up."
Wang Yue and the little assistant: "?"
Yu Fan's heart beat violently for no reason. He quickly lowered his head to pack his things, tightened the scarf again, and said, "Then I'm off work."
"Okay..." Wang Yue nodded blankly, and said with emotion, "The relationship between your old classmates is really good. I haven't had much contact with my high school classmates for a long time."
Hearing the word "classmate", Chen Jingshen blinked and said nothing.
In the next second, his arm was grabbed like a vegetable.
"...Actually, it's not just classmates." Yu Fan stood beside him, turned around after hearing the words, and confessed to the few friends he had in Ningcheng. Yu Fan sullenly tried to look calm, "He's my boyfriend."