Deep in love, it was Qi Yan who stepped on the brakes. At that time, classmate Song's claws had already penetrated into Qi Yan's clothes, and he fumbled furiously, almost wiping off the sweat on his upper body. If it wasn't for being held down by Qi Yan, he wouldn't know where to explore next.
Song Fei didn't enjoy touching it to the fullest, his eyes and eyebrows were wrinkled together, not very happy.
Qi Yan found that even this kind of Song Fei, he could see his heart elated, obviously wanted to sigh helplessly, but as soon as the words came out, it turned into a whisper: "If you are full of warmth and lust, if you are hungry and cold, don't be wild." .”
Song Fei withdrew his paws in embarrassment, and said sullenly: "It's the most painful thing in the world to see but not to eat."
Qi Yan raised his chin toward the window: "The most painful thing in the world is there."
Looking in the direction indicated by Qi Yan, a desolate figure came into view.
Song Feijiong, she was so absorbed in the kiss just now that she completely forgot that there was an audience next to her. Now that she thought about it, she became a little shy after realizing it, but she still pretended to call the other party naturally: "Xiao He?"
He Zhiwen turned his back to the two comrades-in-arms, without turning his head, as if there was a beautiful woman dancing on the bright moon, and he couldn't take his eyes off at all: "Well, just pretend that I don't exist, you go on, just be happy."
Being so considerate made Song Fei feel bad, and quickly volunteered: "I know you must be a little confused now, let me tell you a full story about my relationship with Qi Yan..."
"No need!" He Zhiwen refused categorically.
Song Fei was not happy anymore, one Zhao He was like this, and the two He Zhiwen were like this: "Why don't you students in the second class have any curiosity about this world!"
"..." It is precisely because they are nostalgic for this world that they don't want to be dragged into the gate of the new world!
"Actually, Qi Yan and I..."
"Don't listen, don't listen to bastard chanting sutras!"
Qi Yan has seen people who hide and hide for fear of coming out, never seen those who chased and shouted to come out, seen people who beat around the bush to inquire about friends, never seen friends who took the initiative to say something and still covered their ears and refused to listen, The pair of comrades-in-arms with an inverted relationship in front of them is completely weird.
But it was such a strange thing that gave him an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
Maybe the situation is so bad that it can't get any worse. If you follow him, you might be eaten by zombies. Even if you tell the whole world that I fucking like men, it doesn't matter. To put it bluntly, who cares about you, if you shout that I have bread, maybe you can attract some coveters, homosexuality, no one will argue with you, and no one has time to complain.
This is the worst time.
Again, it's not that bad.
Qi Yan brought Song Fei who was still tormenting He Zhiwen over, ruffled the other's hair, and said softly, "We are now reconciled."
Song Fei rolled his eyes at him: "Otherwise, I'll give you a composite certificate?"
Qi Yan's black line, just about to complain about you, you were serious for less than two minutes, and then stopped when you were on the verge of speaking, and finally said nothing.
Song Fei was ready to be bullied, and even organized the words of retort, but Qi Yan didn't play his cards according to the routine, which made him feel uncomfortable: "Did you just want to say something? Want to say something?" Just say, don't control it, I can bear it."
Qi Yanjiong, Song Fei's eager expression was more than bearable, it was completely written "I'm so fucking looking forward to it".
But he doesn't want to go back to the old way, Song Fei has a casual temper, everything is done by feeling, but Qi Yan is not. He will remember the losses he has suffered, he will avoid the stones he stumbles over, and falling twice in a pit is not his style. Wang Qingyuan said that he doesn't respect Song Fei, so from now on, he must learn to respect: "I was wrong before, and I always asked you to follow my rhythm unilaterally, without empathy. In fact, you have many shortcomings. better than me—"
Although He Zhiwen resumed his posture of admiring the moon, he kept listening with his ears up. I'm going to jot down some touching sentences so that I can borrow them when I'm chasing after love in the future, but what does this "better than me" mean! Can't you talk well when you are in love these days! ! !
"What are you doing!" Qi, who had finished crying, had something to say.
He Zhiwen really couldn't hold back his curiosity. Turning around, he saw Song Fei ravaging the former... er, the incumbent's face with a rougher action than pinching his own face before.
"Pull off your human skin mask." Classmate Song said eloquently, "You are not Qi Yan. It is impossible for Qi Yan to admit his mistakes, and it is even more impossible for him to say that he was blind and didn't realize that I, Song Fei, was actually a very good-looking man. talk."
Qi Yan and He Zhi asked: "I didn't say that at first!!!"
Unhappily pulling off Song Fei's paw, Qi Yan finally understood that he couldn't push Song Fei forward layer by layer, and just give a simple and rude result: "I won't hate you in the future. No matter what differences we have , I swear, I will discuss it with you."
Song Fei was a little dazed by Qi Yan's unprecedented tenderness, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment, and repeated uncertainly: "You swear?"
Qi Yan lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he raised them again, staring fixedly at this guy who might be entangled with him for the rest of his life, saying every word, deep and firm: "I will try my best."
It's reality, Song Fei can be sure.
"Then I also swear that I will stop messing around in the future and work hard like you!"
"real?"
"I will fight."
"..." Is my boyfriend a narrow-minded person? Qi Yan's answer is, bear with it.
Twenty-year-old love is like the weather in June, sunny today and rainy tomorrow. Song Fei didn't know how long they could last this time, and how far they could go together, but he hoped it could last longer and go further. He can't be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present.
Qi Yan didn't know what Song Fei was thinking, but based on what he knew about Song Fei, that person probably wouldn't think too far. But it doesn't matter, I will never let go again, and I will never give the other party a chance to run away. Some people commit peach blossoms, others commit villains, and he commits Song Fei. It's good to commit a crime.
I was sweating profusely, and I didn't feel anything when I was nervous, but now that it was cold, I felt the clamminess of my clothes. Even though the windows were closed tightly, it still seemed like wind was constantly sneaking in. Qi Yan rubbed his nose, but finally couldn't hold back, and sneezed.
Only then did Song Fei realize that something was wrong, and quickly said: "No, you have to take off your clothes." After speaking, he started to help Qi Yan.
Qi Yan quickly hid, he didn't bring a change of clothes at all, this classroom has no electricity and no heating, wet clothes are better than nothing.
Song Fei didn't catch the person twice in a row, probably understood the other party's concerns, and said angrily: "I didn't ask you to take off all the clothes, just take off the inner clothes and leave the outer down jacket."
The inner layer of clothing is wet, and the down jacket is still dry.
Qi Yan originally wanted to hold on, but he felt more and more cold air coming out of his clothes, after much deliberation, he still took them off. After putting on the down jacket again, before he got used to the strange feeling of his skin directly touching the lining of the down jacket, he realized that Song Fei had gone somewhere. As soon as my heart trembled, I immediately looked around, for fear that the man would act like a demon again.
Crash.
"Ah-"
As expected, Student Song lived up to expectations, and tore down the entire curtain in a flash.
I don't know if it was for revenge, the curtain cloth was completely covered over his head, and after struggling for a long time, he finally showed his head under the dusty rags: "Ah-choo-bah, baah, it hasn't been washed for many years! "
"This campus probably hasn't been washed since it was hung up," He Zhi asked kindly, "We avoid it in our self-study, and shake off three catties of ash when we touch it. What are you doing with it?"
"Keep warm," Song Fei rolled his eyes, although the power in the dark is basically useless, "otherwise how will the three of us spend the night, the friction will generate heat."
"..." He Zhiwen was willing to believe that Song Fei was really just complaining, but why was there always an image of two people kissing and touching in his mind that couldn't get rid of it. Aww, he might be sick.
At present, only local materials can be obtained. Song Fei pulled down the curtains of the two windows in this room, while Qi Yan put the desks together against the wall in the other room to form a "bed". The three little friends lay on it and huddled together—because Qi Yan's clothes were the thinnest, they hugged each other on the left and right, sandwiched in the middle, with Song Fei on his chest and He Zhiwen on his back. blessing. I don't know if the curtains in the Physics Institute are for radiation protection, but they are thick and heavy, and after covering the body for a while, they feel a little warm.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning when I lay down peacefully.
Qi Yan was extremely sleepy and soon fell asleep.
Song Fei listened to the breathing behind him getting more even, hesitated for a moment, then gently turned around, and then secretly admired the incumbent's good looks under the moonlight, and finally he was satisfied, and plunged into the other's arms.
Qi Yan seemed to have sensed it, moved a little, found a comfortable position, and hugged the person in his arms again.
Song Fei stretched out his arms quietly, and finally closed his eyes firmly in the tight embrace.
He Zhiwen sighed, turned over, and felt that he and Qi Yan had formed a simple back-to-back position of good brothers, so he relaxed and went to find Zhou Gong.
That night, the radio wusheng team was divided into four places. Some fell asleep tired, some woke up from the cold, some fought bloody battles, and some hid in the dark. They don't know each other's situation, but they trust each other.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
The moment Song Fei woke up, he thought he was in 440, the long-lost sunshine was shining on him without hesitation, his nose was slightly cold, but there was a trace of warmth on his body, just like countless early winter mornings.
When he squinted his eyes lazily and turned over lazily, the table legs creaked and wailed from below.
Qi Yan's complexion is good, I don't know if it's because of the sunlight, or because he really slept well last night.
But Song Fei was still worried, and finally brought Qi Yan over, and put his lips on his forehead.
This is what Song Fei learned from his mother. According to Song's mother, as long as the lips feel cool when you put them on, then it's fine, but if you feel that your forehead is hotter than your lips, it means you have a fever. Song Fei wasn't sure if there was any scientific basis for this, but at least in Mother Song's practice, as long as she said she had a fever after taking the lip test, it was later proved that she really had a fever. Song Fei didn't know whether it was the accurate measurement of his fucking lips, or there was some kind of curse in the measurement of kissing the forehead.
Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead was cool under the feeling of his lips.
"It should be fine." Song Fei said, and hoped that Qi Yan could feel at ease.
However, it seems to have had little effect.
"Are you sure?" Qi Yan frowned slightly, "I don't feel very well."
"Didn't you just say that you don't have to worry about something? Why did I say that you have something to worry about after the test?" After complaining, Song Fei's heart still lifted, and he leaned over unsteadily, lowering the opponent's shoulders, Unsteadily, he pressed his lips to his forehead again, and finally muttered to himself: "It's not hot..."
"It may also be a low-grade fever." Qi Yan offered several possibilities.
"Anyway, you're going to burn yourself to death, right?" Song Fei didn't understand, this time he switched hands and pressed the other's forehead, but there was still no abnormal heat, "It's quite normal."
Qi Yan took his hand down, frowned slightly, with a serious and upright face: "Don't use your hands, the test just now is fine."
Song Fei: "..."
In front of the window, He Zhiwen overlooked the clear sky.
He remembered that when playing RPG games in the past, he could always press Enter every time he had a character dialogue, so that the dialogue could proceed quickly, so as to quickly start the next stage of the journey.
Now that I think about it, that's really a thoughtful design.