Shen Yanming said a few words, but he didn't hesitate in his actions. He carried the things back and sang a sad song as he walked: "Little cabbage, the fields are yellow, two or three years old, and no mother~"
He Changkong was so embarrassed that he changed his mind and said, "I just mentioned it casually. Why don't you just..."
Shen Yanming pulled his hand away coolly and made a stop gesture: "No need, it's time for me to be weaned. There will always be storms that I have to face on my own. You don't have to worry about me anymore... Wow."
He wanted to make this movement look casual, as if waving his hand without taking away a cloud. However, as soon as he pulled his hands out, the blanket and pillow slid down and almost fell to the ground. He quickly bent down and reached out to grab them, but his posture was not very graceful.
In a nutshell, the attempt to be cool failed.
Shen Yanming hugged his things again, resting her chin on the pillow, pretending that the embarrassment just now did not exist. She turned around and bowed to He Changkong again, pinching her throat and said, "Your Majesty, whenever you want to visit me again, just send me a WeChat message."
He Changkong: “…”
Shen Yanming continued in a sarcastic tone: "It takes three minutes to make instant noodles, but I only need a question like, "Are you there?"
He Changkong: "Are you there?"
Shen Yanming didn't think about it at first, and thought He Changkong said something like "stop", so he subconsciously replied with a self-deprecating remark: "Hahahaha, that's too corny, isn't it?"
After I finished complaining, I realized something was wrong. Not only did Kong Ge not stop him from being disgusting, he even picked up his joke
Some of the jokes were not very funny originally, but the way the honest man Kong Ge responded to the jokes in a serious manner seemed to Shen Yanming to have a mysterious sense of humor.
So Shen Yanming simply buried his face in the pillow he was holding, his shoulders trembling, and laughed: "Not here."
He Changkong, the instigator, seemed to have said nothing, and only said: "You go back first, I do have something to do tonight."
Shen Yanming raised his head and restrained his expression, but the smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was still obvious. He said, "Okay."
In fact, he also guessed that He Changkong probably had something wrong. After all, they had been together almost 24 hours a day recently, training together, playing games together, and staying together in the room. Even in a relationship, it was not like this. It made people have no space of their own. Therefore, Shen Yanming said a few words to satisfy his desire, but in fact, he was very tactful and slipped away.
When Shen Yanming went out, he happened to meet several other teammates carrying small potted plants. Meng Yan was carrying them, and Pudding, with her hair in two ponytails, was standing behind him directing him to place them.
The two were surprised to see Shen Yanming coming out, and asked a few questions out of concern. It was a pity that Shen Yanming didn't go to act, because he almost didn't think about it and immediately made the expression of an abandoned puppy: "My wife kicked me out, woo woo."
Meng Yan placed a small-looking money tree at the end of the corridor and said, "We quarreled at the head of the bed and made peace at the foot of the bed. At worst, you can kneel on the keyboard."
Shen Yanming was very dissatisfied: "The keyboard is my first wife, okay? How can you kneel on it? How can I play the game if you break my keyboard?"
"None of this matters," Meng Yan muttered, "My precious hands are being used to move potted plants. If I lose my grip and it falls, I'll be gone from the game the day after tomorrow."
Shen Yanming was curious about their behavior of moving potted plants in the middle of the night: "Where did they get this from?"
Meng Yan explained: "Just now I went to eat supper with Ding Jiang, and saw someone selling it on the roadside. I told him that it would make money if I put it at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the house, and he insisted on buying it. What a psycho."
Meng Yan was bending over to move the potted plant. Pudding, wearing slippers, stretched out his foot and gently kicked Meng Yan's butt, saying, "I said I moved it..."
Meng Yan: "What the hell are you moving? You just finished physical therapy and you don't want your shoulder anymore?"
Hearing this, Shen Yanming became more alert: "Ding Ding, are you in pain again?"
Shen Yanming thought that people would not cry until they saw the coffin. After they had a heart-to-heart talk before, he talked to Pudding several times, but Pudding just gave him a perfunctory answer every time.
This time too, Pudding said something that was not sure whether it was true or not, and it looked like he wanted to just say a few words to get away with it: "No, no, I'm just preparing for a rainy day. Yan-chan is just making a fuss." Then he kicked Meng Yan's butt again.
Meng Yan stood up and said angrily, "Is my butt fun?"
Pudding commented: "Fun and very bouncy."
Meng Yan also pretended to kick Pudding: "You are crazy!"
Pudding dodged and said with a playful smile: "Hey, you can't reach me."
Shen Yanming thought that he should change his mindset and go to the physical therapist to get a statement. The words of an authority figure would always be more useful than his own. If that didn't work, he could just tie the person up and take him over. He thought so, but said, "Very elastic, then let me play with it too."
After saying that, he yawned.
They were talking about playing with butts at the door of He Changkong. In fact, when Shen Yanming came out just now, the door was not closed tightly, so he could hear everything they were talking about.
He Changkong opened the door: "What are you playing?"
Shen Yanming: “… butt.” Shen Yanming said these two words as lightly as a feather. If you didn’t listen carefully, you could hardly hear the sound. Shen Yanming didn’t know what he was feeling guilty about, as if he was really a scumbag who was caught cheating by his wife.
Meng Yan helped Shen Yanming out: "You don't even know Overwatch?" This is another game, also known as Butt.
He Changkong: “…”
Pudding then said, "By the way, I bought some hair bleach and hair dye. Can we match each other's colors later?"
The topic was changed, and of course no one knew whether Pudding was changing the subject on purpose, but it saved Shen Yanming's life at this moment.
He Changkong naturally heard it as well and reminded him, "Don't do it too late."
Shen Yanming quickly agreed, not knowing whether he took He Changkong's instructions to heart. He went back to his room to put his things away, and waited for them to arrange the potted plants, then ran to the pudding room.
It was indeed late. Shen Yanming's biological clock had been kept very regular recently, and he was already feeling sleepy at this time. If he was given a pillow, he would fall asleep in a second. However, Pudding invited him enthusiastically, and he couldn't refuse, so he went to do his hair together.
Pudding first helped Shen Yanming bleach the roots of his hair, and applied it on according to the instructions in the manual. It was fine at first, but then it became a bit boring and Shen Yanming could hardly open his eyes.
Seeing that Shen Yanming looked so sleepy, Pudding said, "Well, how about I finish it for you and you can do it for me tomorrow? You look so sleepy."
Shen Yanming squinted his eyes and said, "No, we are all brothers. I can't be the only one who is handsome."
"Well," Pudding said again, "Why don't you just sleep over here after you're done?"
Shen Yanming didn't even think about it: "That won't work."
Pudding stopped what he was doing: "?"
Although I said I could sleep here today and there tomorrow, I don't know why, but I still feel uncomfortable thinking about sleeping with others. It's not like I'm a flight attendant, so I'm a little different.
After Shen Yanming refused, he found other topics to talk about with Pudding.
He didn't know how long it took, but when Shen Yanming came out of washing his hair, he was extremely sleepy. He wanted to wait for pudding to blow dry his hair, but as he sat on the floor leaning against the bed and waited, he unconsciously began to nod his head with his eyes closed.
On the other side, He Changkong insisted on the schedule of the elderly and said he was going to bed early. Unfortunately, he lay in bed and stared at the darkness for a long time without falling asleep.
When I closed my eyes, Shen Yanming's face appeared in my mind.
On this night—actually it should have been an earlier night—He Changkong realized that his love was beginning to sprout.
Love is a very vague concept to He Changkong. He has never seen what good love is like.
His parents divorced when he was very young. He lived with his mother and had hardly ever seen his father. But he was familiar with his father because his mother had molded him almost in the image of his father.
His father's every move was gentlemanly, so he could never do anything inappropriate, and even laughing too loudly would attract criticism. His father was a university professor, well-read, so when he could only spell some difficult words in pinyin, he had to read some obscure books. His grades had to be good, and it was a given that he did well. If he did not do well, he would hear endless complaints from his mother.
"Your father already looked down on me. Now that you have done so badly in the exam, do you want my child to be looked down upon by him as well?"
In fact, it’s not that I did badly on the exam. Sometimes I just got one question wrong, but my score was still among the best, far ahead of the second place.
He couldn't understand why he seemed to get no recognition no matter what he did.
Just as he couldn't understand, others said that children were the fruit of their parents' love, so why were his parents like this
His mother was so resentful, she must have loved his father, but why did love have to be so embarrassing
He was unable to appreciate the beauty of love that everyone praised.
When he was a little older, there were many people who expressed their love to him in school. He knew that he had a good appearance and good grades. Logically, he could understand why he was easily favored by girls of the same age. But he did not have the restless mood of other boys. When he heard them talk about the sweet troubles unique to adolescence, he felt like a weirdo wandering in another world. He would also wonder, if a girl was with him and became his wife in the future, would she become like his mother
Once such doubts arise, it becomes difficult for him to have any illusions about so-called love.
Of course, he thought he was a normal person and that he would love someone one day. However, this one day seemed too far away for him, not to mention that he had goals he wanted to pursue now, so he had never thought about it.
However, he did not expect that this day would come quietly like the silent spring rain that moistens everything without him noticing.
Of course, it’s not to the extent of love.
But like should be like.
He hadn't thought it through a few days ago, but at a certain moment he saw Shen Yanming's brilliant smile. That smile was like a key that opened the drawer of his heart, and he got the answer from the drawer.
He should have thought it through earlier, but he never thought that he would have feelings for someone of the same sex, so those preferences could not make him associate them with liking him.
… Turns out I like it.
For other people, maybe they just like someone and there is no need to investigate where this liking comes from. But He Changkong had to ask himself clearly.
He thought that maybe Shen Yanming had never concealed his admiration and praise for him. There seemed to be light in his eyes when he looked at him, which greatly satisfied his desire to be recognized. Of course, he had received praise from others. In fact, it was quite a lot. At school, everyone called him a top student. Later, when he played games, everyone jokingly called him a god. But to put it bluntly, these praises were not for him, but for people in this position. If the person who ranked first in the exam was replaced by someone else, others would still praise him as a top student. If you played poorly in the game, the people who were praising you yesterday would quickly leave tomorrow.
Only Shen Yanming is different. No matter he stands on the top or falls into the abyss, Shen Yanming always stands on the position of supporting him.
In their previous life, when they had little interaction, someone on the forum once mocked him, saying that he didn't know how to adapt or change teams, and that he was wasting such good conditions.
At that time, there was a small account called shenbigbird who argued with others for several pages, cursing others, "What do you know? Do you know what he should do better than him? Everyone has their own persistence and dreams. In my heart, he is an unshakable God." Others criticized him for being a brainless fan, but he said with confidence, "Yes, I am a brainless fan of Kong, what's it to you?"
At that time, He Changkong didn’t know that this was Shen Yanming. He just thought that this ID was interesting, and he was grateful for arguing for him for so long, so he had some impression of him.
It was only recently that he suddenly remembered that this person should be Shen Yanming.
There should be more reasons to be excited.
When pudding took out the hair dryer, he saw that Shen Yanming had fallen asleep.
He patted Shen Yanming's face: "It's messy, wake up, blow dry your hair before going to sleep."
Shen Yanming said vaguely: "No, take it away."
Pudding stared blankly: "...Are you so sleepy??"
Shen Yanming: “zzzzz…”
Pudding pulled Shen Yanming's ear and said, "Then get up, what's the point of sleeping on the floor? Go to bed."
Shen Yanming was hurt by the twisting and finally came to his senses: "Ah, let go."
Pudding loosened his grip.
Shen Yanming tried hard to open his eyes and stand up: "I don't want to sleep here with you, I want to go back."
Pudding said speechlessly: "Hurry up and crawl."
Shen Yanming was actually half asleep and half awake when he left. He wandered back upstairs, opened the door of a room out of habit, and without turning on the light, he walked in in the dark.
He Changkong was still counting the reasons why he was moved, but before he could finish, he heard the door being opened.
He forgot to lock the door.
At this moment, he frowned and looked towards the door: "Who?"
He didn't hear a response, but a moment later he felt a weight on him.
Shen Yanming used He Changkong as a pillow, wrapped his arms and legs around him, and arched himself to find a comfortable position: "This is what it means to sleep... zzzzz."