Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    When Song Yan realized what Xia Zhiye meant, her first reaction was to turn around and run, but Xia Zhiye stretched out her arm and stopped her by the waist.

    The crowd was congested, Song Yan couldn't do it, and didn't want to make a noise, so Xia Zhiye pressed his hands in front of him, wearing a sweater and hat with his head lowered, and said nothing.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at someone who lowered his head and pretended to be dead, and laughed softly: "I said such a big confession, you want to run without saying anything? Do you have any conscience?"

    Song Yan didn't speak, just reached out and lowered the brim of his sweater and hood, completely covering his eyebrows, as if Xia Zhiye couldn't see him as long as his eyes were darkened.

    Some people are so pushy at ordinary times, they are so cowardly at critical times.

    Song Yan knocked off Xia Zhiye's hand, dragged the front of his hat, and pressed down again, vowing not to show Xia Zhiye his face.

    Xia Zhiye knew that he was thin-skinned, but every time he was embarrassed to be teased, he would bluff and beat people, but this time he was very shy and cowardly, at least he didn't seem to reject him.

    So he picked up Song Yan's hat again, revealing his little red and stinky face, and said with a smile: "Why, we are tired of bro? Don't dare to speak?"

    "You're a **** coward, I just don't have the mood to joke with you..."

    "Song Yan, I'm not joking with you, I'm telling you very seriously that I like you." Xia Zhiye interrupted Song Yan and looked down at him, her expression not as usual Casual, serious and solemn, "So can you give me an answer?"

    Xia Zhiye's tone was so serious that Song Yan couldn't help but look up at him.

    The fireworks in the night sky behind him are in full bloom, and the beautiful eyes have faded away all laziness and jokes, leaving only focus, tenderness and an inexplicable affection.

    Time passes between the two in an eerie way.

    There seems to be some tacit language being conveyed.

    Song Yan felt that her heartbeat seemed to be getting faster and faster, so fast that it seemed like she would say some absurd and impulsive answer at a certain moment.

    However, just before the heartbeat was about to reach the threshold, he heard a crisp sentence: "Brother!"

    At that moment, Song Yan seemed to realize something, he asked Xia Zhiye: "Did we forget something."

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, my sister."

    Song Yan: "…"

    He turned his head stiffly, and sure enough, he saw three familiar figures, Chu, Chubby, Beautiful, and Small, who were crowded in at some point.

    Three familiar figures also saw them hugging each other tightly.

    After a brief, eerie silence.

    The fat one covered the eyes of the smaller one, heartbroken: "The child is still there! Pay attention to the impact!"

    Song Yan: "…"

    Fuck.

    He felt that the thing he regretted most in his life was not burying Little Fatty the first time he danced in his minefield.

    I pushed Xia Zhiye away, lowered his head and pulled his hat, trying to pretend that he didn't know anyone, so he turned his head and left.

    However, just took a step, but found a small scale on the leg, looking down, the little mahjong is holding the calf in one hand, and holding a small wild flower that I don’t know where to pick up, The milk screamed: "I hate brother! Huahua!"

    Song Yan: "?"

    The little mahjong raised the flower a little higher: "The flower is beautiful, I will give it to brother Yan."

    Song Yan didn't have time to react when Xiaopang quickly said: "Hurry up, take it, she's going to pick it up, protect it all the way, no one will give it, I can't even touch it. "

    Song Yan crouched down a little uncomfortably and took the little wild flower.

    Then the little mahjong took the opportunity to hug his neck and blew hard: "They said that the elder brother is tired of the pain, and the little mahjong will give the elder brother a whistle, and the elder brother will not be in pain."

    Song Yan felt that her heart was so soft, she touched her head: "It's okay, brother Yan doesn't hurt."

    "That hate brother hugs."

    The little mahjong didn't know where Song Yan was in pain, and to what extent, all he knew was that a hug was the greatest comfort a human cub could give an adult, so he opened his head with a crooked head. 's arms.

    No one can say no to such a cute cub.

    Song Yan endured the pain in her back, and just about to reach out to hug, a pair of arms inserted next to her, and carried her over the armpit of the little mahjong: "Brother Yan is tired, Brother Ye is tired. Hug, okay?"

    "Okay." The little mahjong responded with a milky voice, and hugged Xia Zhiye's neck tightly, "Then you are tired, let's go home, okay?"

    "Well, good." Xia Zhiye trimmed Xiaomajong's forehead and hair, then turned to look at Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, "How about you?"

    Kong Xiaoxiao held the oversized gift box of the princess castle: "We have been playing all day, and we are going back."

    "We just called for two cars, I will send Kong Xiaoxiao back, and Brother Yan will go back with you." Xiaopang arranged it clearly.

    Song Yan's face was cold: "I'll go back to the dormitory by myself."

    "Can you get a taxi?"

    Ask the chubby soul.

    Song Yan bowed her head and opened the taxi app to take a look. There was a queue of 187, and the estimated queue time was 2 hours and 30 minutes.

    Xia Zhiye hugged the already sleepy little mahjong, turned his head towards Song Yan and said slowly, "If you want to continue queuing, me and the little mahjong will stay with you."

    "..." Song Yan suspected Xia Zhiye of moral kidnapping and possessed the evidence, but he had no choice but to reluctantly get into the co-pilot, "Master, come first to carry the wine Lane, and then to the dormitory of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School."

    "The organizer took it for you." Xiaopang took out a photo and handed it over.

    In the photo, a cold-faced teenager in a blue sweater and a coquettish teenager in a red sweater are holding a little girl in a floral skirt standing under the light, the scene is warm and harmonious.

    I was regretting not being able to receive the award together, but I didn't expect such a photo.

    Xia Zhiye put it away: "Thank you."

    “…”

    Xia Zhiye paused for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, thank you."

    Sit in the back seat, close the door, and found that someone in the front passenger seat had closed his eyes against the window, he seemed to be too sleepy, so he fell asleep as soon as he got in the car .

    However, the eyelashes trembled involuntarily as the door closed.

    Xia Zhiye hooked the corner of his lower lip, but did not pierce him, the vehicle drove quietly towards Zaijiu Alley.

    When she stopped in front of the inner alley, Song Yan woke up on time.

    Just as she was about to ask the driver to turn around, the little mahjong shouted at Grandma Liu who came out to pick them up: "Grandma! Brother Yan is injured!"

    Song Yan: "…"

    Are these siblings both bandits and hooligans?

    Song Yan had no time to instigate the driver to flee the scene, but was dragged from the car by Grandma Liu anxiously and dragged all the way into the house.

    I checked it up and down, and after confirming that Song Yan had no other problems, he scolded Xia Zhiye and pressed Song Yan to massage him.

    At the end, she told Song Yan to sleep here at night and give him another massage tomorrow morning.

    Song Yan didn't have any room to interject during the whole process. When he was finally freed from the clutches of Grandma Liu, he had already been sent to Xia Zhiye's bedroom.

    Song Yan stood in the room blankly, wrapped in the smell of medicine and alcohol.

    Xia Zhiye leaned against the door, looked at him and smiled: "You sleep in it or I sleep in it."

    Song Yan frowned: "I sleep on the sofa."

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "You may have to answer my question before you want to sleep on the sofa."

    Song Yan pretended to be stupid: "What's the problem?"

    "Are you sure you want me to repeat it? I don't mind. Song Yan, I like..."

    "Shut up!"

    Song Yan became angry and interrupted directly.

    Xia Zhiye didn't continue talking, just walked up to him with a smile, lowered his eyes and asked, "So, can you give me an answer now, little friend Song Yan?"

    But what answer can he give.

    Song Yan has not completely digested what Xia Zhiye confessed to himself.

    After all, the unreasonable rapid heartbeat and guilty conscience were all escaped by him as irritability, and he never wanted to think that Xia Zhiye liked him or that he liked Xia Zhiye.

    The idea of ​​escaping subconsciously has been escaping for so long, and all of a sudden, Xia Zhiye pierced it so bluntly, leaving him no room to maneuver and hide, Can you give Xia Zhiye any answer?

    In just two hours, I believed that Xia Zhiye really liked me, and then I was sure that I also liked Xia Zhiye, and then agreed to be with Xia Zhiye?

    Song Yan never thought about it.

    Or in the past ten years of his life, he never thought about his future other than being alone and dying, let alone someone who would stand as a lover Beside him, tell him what he wants.

    What's more, this person is his roommate, a man, a man who is beaten up and down by him every day.

    So what answer can Song Yan give?

    He is in a mess right now.

    And he never believed in emotional maintenance and commitment, because he witnessed the tragic and embarrassing ending of emotional deterioration.

    Song Yan raised her head and looked at Xia Zhiye: "Do you know why you get excited when you see someone you like?"

    Xia Zhiye's biology is good: "Phenylethylamine."

    Song Yan asked again: "Then do you know that the concentration of phenylethylamine can only be maintained for six months to four years?"

    Xia Zhiye did not speak.

    Song Yan continued: "Except for phenylethylamine, the rest of dopamine, norepinephrine and other substances that produce love exist for no more than five years at most, so Xia Zhiye, What answer do you think I can give you now?"

    He asked coldly and calmly, so calm as to have no emotion, that it was a little aggressively sharp.

    When normal people encounter this kind of reaction, most of them will choose to retreat.

    Xia Zhiye just looked down at Song Yan, and answered with ease and certainty: "Give me an answer that has a chance to prove to you that endorphins and post-hormone do exist."

    These two substances will persist in the brain for more than ten years, decades or even until the death of human beings.

    And they determine loyalty, trust, love, and dependence.

    "In this world, in addition to the beautiful fireworks that disappear after a bang, there are also beautiful table lamps that can be lit for a long time until the filament life is exhausted, so Song Yan child, we can't be so pessimistic, you know? ?"

    Xia Zhiye reached out and brushed Song Yan's somewhat disobedient forehead, with a patient and indulgent tone.

    It seems that he understands all Song Yan's scruples and fears, and doesn't mind all Song Yan's indifference and bad temper, just wants to teach him to live a good life and love each other.

    At that moment, Song Yan suddenly wondered what kind of parents Xia Zhiye's parents were, and why they could raise Xia Zhiye's temperament.

    It always seems to be undisciplined, nothing special, but full of trust and connivance to all the good things in the world.

    Xia Zhiye rubbed Song Yan's fluffy hair: "So Song Yan, are you willing to believe me?"

    Song Yan lowered her eyelids: "I don't know."

    "Then are you going to reject me?"

    "Agreement?"

    "Xia Zhiye!"

    "That's a refusal?"

    “…”

    Seeing that Song Yan became irritable at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xia Zhiye knew something and smiled: "I don't refuse and I don't agree. It seems that our brother Yan really agreed that I would chase you."

    "I didn't **** say that!"

    "Then what are you going to say?"

    “…”

    Song Yan was finally annoyed: "Xia Zhiye, why are you so annoying!"

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "You didn't say that before."

    Song Yan: "?"

    "You said I was likable."

    "You fart!"

    Xia Zhiye lazily took out his phone and tapped it twice.

    A familiar lazy voice line came from the receiver: "Then tell me why I am popular?"

    It was followed by a muffled voice: "That's it now."

    "Just now?"

    "Well, right now, every time you bend your eyes, I suddenly get stupid."

    "Is there anything else I like?"

    "He's handsome, kind, and treats me well..."

    Fuck.

    After finally realizing that the other person who was speaking was him, Song Yan grabbed the phone: "Xia Zhiye! How shameless are you!"

    Xia Zhiye raised the phone to the highest point and said seriously: "A boyfriend is more important than a face. Anyway, your face is prettier than mine, so I'm not at a loss."

    Song Yan never thought that one day she would think she was short at 1.81 meters.

    I couldn't beat me, I couldn't grab my phone, I gritted my teeth angrily: "You are shameless and have no boyfriend!"

    "That's hard to say."

    Xia Zhiye laughed like a weasel who stole the chicken long ago, and switched to the next audio with his fingertips.

    Then Song Yan heard a muffled and coquettish voice: "Sleep together, I don't like to sleep alone, I can't sleep."

    At that moment, he directly doubted life.

    Although he knows that air transmission and bone transmission will cause great differences in timbre due to different media, it is difficult to believe that such a whistling sound comes from his mouth.

    What made him even more unbelievable was that Xia Zhiye's righteous words followed: "No. I am a very traditional man. If you want to sleep with me, you must be responsible for me. Like agreeing to let me chase you."

    After a long silence, he actually replied: "Well, then you will sleep with me in the future."

    “…”

    Song Yan suddenly felt that his life was really long, and he really wanted to live in the EGSY8p7 galaxy.

    Xia Zhiye put away his mobile phone with satisfaction, and said without changing his face: "Look, since you have agreed to me chasing you, then I will fulfill my obligations, and I will be with you in the future. Sleeping together is a promise I must keep as an honest, upright and responsible man, and I can't go back on it. Are you right?"

    “…”

    The reason seems to be this, but Song Yan always feels that something is not right.

    Looking at Song Yan who was completely stuck in place, Xia Zhiye laughed softly: "So we sleep together, future boyfriend?"

    The author has something to say:  Xia Zhiye shameless, I will scold me first! But this kind of escapist and arrogant character of hating cub really needs a shameless old attack!