waste heat

Chapter 72

When I get home, I turn on the fan first.

It's not that particular, and I didn't plan to wash or not when I bought two pieces of clothes. Cheng Yan put the things down, and there was still half a box of strawberries in his hand. He piled them on the table and said, "Who will take a bath first?"

Song Yu sat on the bed, there were no extra chairs in the room, he replied: "You go first."

Cheng Yan nodded, took his clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Grandma doesn’t have a complete bathroom at home, but every family uses solar energy. It’s not too much trouble for him to take a shower. Except that there is no complete shampoo and shower gel, everything else is fine. On the shelf was just a bar of soap in a box.

Song Yu waited in the room. This kind of floor fan has a strong wind speed, but it still can't make people too cool. He stretched out his hand to feel the wind speed and listened to the sound of water coming from outside. The bathroom is outside, not in any bedroom. And their room was located very close to the bathroom, so Song Yu could clearly hear the sound of water pouring on Cheng Yan's skin.

If it's just like this, it's fine, what's more, he will think about it, he didn't mean it, it's really too quiet in the room, the sound of water in the bathroom is too loud, and the sound of the wind can't cover it at all.

Song Yu stood up, unwilling to sit down, the room was too hot, he opened the door and walked out, came to the small courtyard outside, looked up at the door of the bathroom, it wasn't the kind of door that was tightly seamed, it was that It was an iron door that didn't close tightly, and Song Yu could see the light and the color of his skin through the crack of the door.

He turned his head away, crouched down, and tried to calm himself down.

He just blows hot air outside like this until Cheng Yan comes out of the shower. When he saw Song Yu outside, Cheng Yan was startled and said, "Isn't it hot?"

Cheng Yan's hair was dripping wet, and water drops fell down. He was wiping his hair with a towel in his hand.

Song Yu looked him up and down, as if he had never seen him before, his eyes wandered back and forth on him, and he said absently: "It's okay."

Cheng Yan took down the towel and didn't intend to enter the room anymore. There was no hair dryer, so even if he had one, he didn't want to use it. The environment outside was good and the temperature was good. His short hair would dry in a while. Cheng Yan said: "You go Bar."

Song Yu said, "Wait a minute."

Cheng Yan didn't know what he was waiting for, so he took the wet towel to the drying rack not far away.

There is a vegetable garden at the gate of grandma, and the pumpkin seedlings are stretched out into the yard, and there are vine-like pumpkin seedlings under the drying rack. Cheng Yan is worried that he will step on them, so he stretches out his arms to hang the towels.

He is not very thin, his figure will disappear when the wind blows, but he is by no means strong. Cheng Yan has traces of exercise on his body. People who often play basketball will even make the line of their calves look better. This is true. Song Yushen has the right to speak. Cheng Yan's stature is quite friendly at their age, but he is not considered top-notch in the team, he doesn't need to be too tall, for Song Yu, Cheng Yan is just right.

Long legs, long hands, neck, skin color, exaggerated to the point of hair, all make Song Yu feel just right. His ears are small, his face is also small, and his facial features are very Chinese-style aesthetics. He once pinched his neck with one hand Chin, I also know that the size of his face can be compared with one hand, Cheng Yan looks non-aggressive, like a gentle Samoyed, I don’t know why I think of a Samoyed with his tongue sticking out and watery eyes, maybe because his skin is slightly fair a little……

Song Yu has seen good-looking people, boys of all types, and there are not many people who feel like Cheng Yan. Those friends around him are careless, and they don't speak properly. The image of a rough guy is deeply rooted in people's hearts, but Cheng Yan is Fighting, drinking, no matter how fierce they become, Song Yu only has a soft feeling.

He has the same style as the school grassroots, but the school grassroots is slightly inferior. Song Yu thinks that he is not as cute as Cheng Yan.

I probably couldn't save myself.

Cheng Yan turned his head and found that Song Yu was still in his place, he said, "Why don't you go?"

Song Yu took a deep breath, dropped his hands naturally, and said with a heavy heart: "Come here."

Grandma's house has no courtyard walls, and their every move is exposed to the night sky. Cheng Yan is wearing a white short-sleeve without any logos on it, but this does not prevent him from wearing a very ordinary short-sleeve out of fashion. feel.

Coming in front of Song Yu, Cheng Yan squatted down, imitating his movements, but folded his arms, and said in a listening manner: "What's the matter?"

Song Yu looked at him, so close, the light was not strong enough, under the moonlight, his eyes fell on Cheng Yan's neck, the scenery at the neckline was faintly visible, Song Yu lowered his eyes, slid his Adam's apple, and waited for a moment before saying :"fine."

The capitalized question mark on Cheng Yan's head.

Tell him to come over and you're all right?

Cheng Yan touched the back of his head, not quite understanding what Song Yu meant, but seeing Song Yu stand up, he said, "I'm going to take a bath."

Cheng Yan replied blankly: "Oh."

After Song Yu finished taking a shower, the two of them finally returned to the room.

Cheng Yan's hair was already dry, and Song Yu's hair was no longer dripping, but it was still wet. Cheng Yan turned the fan on to him, dried his hair, and said, "Sorry, there is no hair dryer. Just one click."

Song Yu stroked his hair and said, "What a big deal."

Cheng Yan likes his understanding.

Grandma didn't put a quilt for him, there was only a thin blanket on the bed to cover his body, and there was a cold mat underneath, Cheng Yan took care and said, "Are you used to sleeping on the mat?"

He didn't sleep on a mat, but he could make do with it. Without air-conditioning, sleeping under the quilt in this day and night would be hot to death. Cheng Yan could accept it, but Song Yu was a guest, so he had to take care of other people's feelings.

"I haven't slept before," Song Yu said, "You can try."

Cheng Yan said: "If you really can't get used to sleeping, I'll find a quilt."

"Don't worry about it," Song Yu's hair was air-dried, he took off his shoes and went to bed, "That's it."

There was only one pillow, Cheng Yan let him use it, Song Yu threw it to him, and said: "This is your grandma's house, you use it."

What is the reason for this?

Cheng Yan looked at the pillow he threw, he was not used to giving in to each other with Song Yu, please be polite, if he doesn't accept it, it's fine, Cheng Yan hugged the pillow, thought about it, and finally came up with a very feasible plan, "How about ...Should we use it together? Pillows are already long."

Song Yu agreed.

But Cheng Yan didn't realize the badness of this proposal. He didn't know until he fell asleep that it was a bad plan!

The pillow was not very long. He and Song Yu shared the pillow, and there was no gap between the two of them. The close distance made Cheng Yan's heartbeat unsteady. It can also be clearly perceived, the fan is whistling, the two of them are awake, and neither of them feels sleepy.

It's okay to be alone, once someone is lying beside you, sleepiness will always be affected, let alone the person who makes you cranky?

Cheng Yan didn't know what he was thinking, from Yuan Universe, to Star Wars, to tadpoles in the water, to volcanic eruptions, and finally to the matter of Song Yu sleeping next to him, it was so chaotic, he couldn't control it Consciousness, trying to involve the consciousness in those events outside the earth, but in the end it all comes down to one place, one fact, Song Yu is lying beside him, they are sleeping together, so close that they can hear each other's breathing clearly.

"Can't sleep?" Song Yu seemed to have sensed something, and asked in a low voice, his magnetic voice fell on Cheng Yan's ear, making him control his instinct to wake up.

"Not too sleepy," Cheng Yan quickly took the opportunity to sit up, touched the back of his head, looked at the pillow and said, "Use it, I don't often rest on the pillow either."

Song Yu's clear eyes shot at the person who was lying, and he knew it very well, but he didn't expose him. Cheng Yan took care of him like this, he must know how to be grateful, right?

Song Yu also sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, took the mobile phone and said, "If you can't sleep, let's watch some movies."

Song Yu found a foreign movie, not a fierce fighting movie, the picture was quite beautiful, Cheng Yan didn't know what it was, Song Yu turned the phone upside down, put it flat on his body, then stretched out his hand to grab Cheng Yan, there was no Cheng Yan was startled by any prelude and sudden action.

He lay on Song Yu's body, his face paled in shock, and before he resisted, a hand on his neck held him down, and Song Yu whispered, "Don't move."

This action is undisguised and ambiguous, not to mention the ambiguity, it is the intimacy between husband and wife, it made Cheng Yan instantly think of the scene where his mother was lying on his father's lap watching TV, the nature was exactly the same, Cheng Yan was about to get up, but Song Yu grabbed his lifeline and made him unable to move.

"Why do you want to do this..." Cheng Yan blushed and his heart was beating. This action was too girly. Although he didn't have too much masculinity, some behaviors were very responsive to boys. Just like now, he is lying on Song Song The posture of Yu Chest was for others to see, so he committed suicide on the spot.

Song Yu gave a puzzling answer, "Know your kindness and repay it."

what?What newspaper?

Cheng Yan was at a loss, and repeated vetoes and resistances were useless. Song Yu finally classified this matter as simple as watching a movie, but for Cheng Yan, it was not simple at all.

"Have you seen it?" Song Yu asked after Cheng Yan calmed down.

Cheng Yan lay on his stomach honestly as if resigned to his fate, and he didn't really want to argue with him. It wouldn't work if he were someone else. He just surrendered for a while and was tired from struggling. He said with eyes full of lovelessness: "I don't even know What is it?"

Song Yu said: "My heart is pounding."

Cheng Yan had heard about it, but had never read it. He asked, "Is it the one adapted from the famous book?"

"Yes." Song Yu replied.

So, Cheng Yan and Song Yu finished watching the love entanglement between Julie Baker and Bryce.

If he was younger, he might really not understand why Julie didn't want the workers to cut down the maple tree. He might have the same question as others, isn't it just a tree?The value of all things is always determined by whether it is worth money or not, which has almost become the instinct of most people's thinking, often ignoring the value of all things to people themselves.

The joy, vision, and scenery that the tree brought to Julie are dreams that others cannot understand.

And Bryce, who hated Julie so much at the beginning, tried everything to make Julie give up, but in the end it was himself who fell into it. As the bullet screen said, he really chased his wife and crematorium. Sure enough, he could really attract What appreciates a person is never the appearance, but the outstanding soul.

After watching this video, I felt a little sleepy, Cheng Yan rubbed his eyes, Song Yu saw his movements and asked, "Sleepy?"

Cheng Yan got up from him: "A little bit."

The one-and-a-half-hour movie made him get used to the feeling of lying on Song Yu's body.

"Then go to sleep." Song Yu put the pillow away and put down the phone.

Cheng Yan gave up the pillow, intending to lie down and sleep like this, it's only for one night, it's no big deal, but before he could lie down, Song Yu pulled him into a warm embrace.

Cheng Yan lowered his head and looked at his arm.

"I'll be on the pillow, you'll be on me," Song Yu said after turning off the light, "That's the way to solve this problem."

Cheng Yan didn't object.

He spent a harmonious night with Song Yu in this way, until sleepiness hit him, and he slowly fell asleep.

At night, he had another dream. People say that he thinks day by day and dreams at night. Because Song Yu is by his side, he will inevitably dream of him. Fortunately, this time it is not so inappropriate. He does not want to be with Song Yu. This is a dream about their daily life, and there is nothing special about it.

He slept soundly, but someone kept his eyes open in the dark night, Song Yu listened to his breathing, and leaned against his back, most of the fan was blocked by himself, but he couldn't persuade himself to take more care of Cheng Yan, because he It is also very hot.

It was so hot that my palms and back were sweaty.

They had never slept in the same bed, this was the first time, and they had never done anything out of the ordinary when they were together, anything too intimate, except kissing.

But at the age of youth and restlessness, curiosity and instinct never give in. They are full of blood, and they are not greedy.

Song Yu's lips were pressed against the back of Cheng Yan's neck, and it was hot.

Cheng Yan's drowsiness was gradually disturbed, he felt a burst of heat and humidity, the night without air-conditioning was difficult to pass, the wind was gone, Cheng Yan just woke up from the heat, a hand pinched his chin, and put him face turned away.

With soft lips covering his lips, Cheng Yan's half-asleep and half-awake state was instantly broken up, and his head immediately woke up. In the dark night, his pupils shrank, and his hands instinctively tried to resist.

"Song Yu..." His voice trembled a little, Song Yu was kissing him, right now, in this scorching night, he was kissing him without his consent...

Song Yu didn't stop because of this, not only did he not stop, but intensified, his moist and hot lips moved down along Cheng Yan's neck, little by little, until they covered the distinct collarbone.

Cheng Yan was in a mess, he bent his legs, put his hands on Song Yu's neck, breathed heavily and said, "You...what are you doing?"

In the middle of the night, he didn't feel sleepy at all, what was he afraid of?He was just afraid that this kind of thing would happen when he slept with Song Yu. He was not prepared, not at all, and he didn't think deeply about what to do when that day came.

He didn't dare to think about it, he was too embarrassed to think about it.

But now, it's happening.

"Do you still need me to say?" Song Yu's fingers touched his hot cheeks, he couldn't see Cheng Yan's face clearly, but he knew how flustered, cramped, and uneasy it was.

"We," Cheng Yan took a deep breath, as if it was difficult to open his mouth, "We... are not that kind of relationship anymore."

"Have I promised you?" Song Yu said in the dark night: "Did I tell you that if someone doesn't nod, this relationship can't be considered over."

Cheng Yan didn't want to talk about this with him now, Song Yu was lying. Song Yu was a little speechless in front of him.

So the meaning expressed by opening the mouth is a bit wrong.

Cheng Yan said: "Are you... just planning to kiss me?" What he wanted to express was not this, but it was hard not to be misunderstood by his way of speaking.

Song Yurao said with interest: "You can also try other things."

"No!" Cheng Yan slipped his Adam's apple, his whole face flushed red in the dark night, and he said frightenedly, "You dare not..."

He didn't know if Song Yu would dare or not, but he had to, but he couldn't, he couldn't be so presumptuous, they were not lovers now, even though they shared the same bed, it was a last resort!He had to figure out why they were lying together, why they couldn't have intimacy.

But Cheng Yan couldn't convince himself at all when he thought so, he and Song Yu didn't look like they broke up now.

This night just aroused Song Yu's instincts even more, and he didn't want to, but listening to the breathing of the person he likes in his ears, and hugging the person he likes, the one who can keep still is a gentleman. It's a pity, he Not a gentleman, his behavior of kissing Cheng Yan in the middle of the night without consent will not make him a gentleman again.

But Song Yu is meaningless.

"I don't dare?" Song Yu pinched Cheng Yan's chin. He really liked this action. If there was a light, it would be even better if he could see the undisguised shyness and nervousness in his eyes. Song Yu responded in a deep voice: "I want to Do you want to try?"