Chapter 63: Broken mirror

Deep in love, Qi Yan stepped on the brakes. () At that time, classmate Song's devil's claws had already stretched into Qi Yan's clothes, and he groaned violently, almost to help him wipe away the sweat from his upper body. If it was not held down by Qi Yan, the next step would not be where to explore.
Song Fei wasn't happy, and his eyes and eyebrows were all wrinkled together, not very happy.
Qi Yan found that even Song Fei like this, he could see it with enthusiasm, and he clearly wanted to sigh, but when he exited, he became a whisper: "Fat warmly, think hard, and desire, this is hungry and cold, don't be crazy Wild. "
Song Fei accused him of withdrawing his paws, and said dully: "I can't see how to eat. The most painful thing in the world is this."
Qi Yan raised his chin towards the window: "The most painful place in the world is there."
Looking in the direction indicated by Qi Yan, a gloomy back came into view.
Song Fei 囧, just kissed too much, completely forgot about a spectator next to him, and now after a while, he feels a bit shy afterwards, but still pretends to pretend to call the other party naturally: "Little Ho?"
He Zhiwen turned his back on the two comrades, never looked back, as if there were a beautiful lady dancing on the moon, completely unable to look away: "Well, when I don't exist, just go on and be happy."
Such empathetic sentiments made Song Fei even more disappointed, and quickly volunteered: "I know you must be a little embarrassed now. I will give you a comprehensive account of my relationship with Qi Yan ..."
"No need!" He Zhiwen refused to cut corners.
Song Fei is not happy anymore. This is the case with one Zhao He, and the same is true with the two questions: "Why do your class two students have no curiosity about this world!"
"..." Because they are nostalgic for this world, they don't want to be dragged into the door of the new world!
"Actually Qi Yan and I ..."
"Don't listen to Wang Ba chanting!"
Qi Yan has seen people who are hiding and fearing to come out, never seen or chased and shouted to come out of the cabinet, who have seen friends in corners and corners, and have never seen a friend take the initiative to cover his ears and not listen, The pair of comrades with inverted relations in front of them are totally wonderful.
Is such a wonderful flower, but it gives him an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
Perhaps the situation is so bad that it can't be anymore. When you follow, you may be eaten by zombies. Even if you call me all over the world, he likes men, it doesn't matter. To put it ugly, whoever cares about you, you have to shout that I have bread, maybe you can attract some coveted people, homosexuality, no one fights with you, and no one has time to come and talk.
This is the worst time.
Again, it's not that bad.
Qi Yan brought Song Fei, who is still tormenting He Zhiwen, and messed up each other ’s hair, with a soft tone: "We are now reconciled."
Song Feibai gave him a glance: "Otherwise, I will give you a compound certificate?"
Qi Yan's black line, just two minutes after you just wanted to vomit, the words suddenly stopped again, and finally nothing was said.
Song Fei was ready to be beaten, and even the anti-choke language had been organized. As a result, Qi Yan did not follow the routine and played cards, holding him a bit uncomfortable: "Did you just want to say something? Want to say Just say, do n’t control, I can bear it. "
Qi Yan 囧, Song Fei ’s eager expression can not only bear it, it is completely written "I am very much looking forward to it".
But he didn't want to go back to the old road, Song Fei was a casual temper, and everything went by feeling, but Qi Yan was not. After eating the losses, he will remember that the tripped stones, he will bypass, planted twice in a pit, not his style. Wang Qingyuan said that he does not respect Song Fei, then from now on, he will learn to respect: "It used to be that I was wrong. I always asked you to follow my rhythm unilaterally, without empathy. In fact, you have many places Are more awful than me— "
He Zhiwen returned to the moon-watching posture, but listened with his ears straight. I am going to write down some touching sentences so I can borrow them later when I am chasing my own love, but what does this mean "I'm more than me"! Can't you talk well in love this year! ! !
"What are you doing!" Alumni Qi said that he had something to say.
He Zhiwen could n’t bear to be curious, and turned around, he saw that Song Fei used a more violent gesture than before to screw his face ... well, the current face.
"Cut your □." Song classmate Zhen Zhen said, "You are not Qi Yan, Qi Yan can not admit mistakes, and it is impossible to say that there is no eye before without realizing that Song Fei is actually a very good beautiful man. . "
Qi Yan, He Zhi asked: "I didn't say that !!!"
Qi Yan did not understand how to pull Song Fei's claws down, Qi Yan understood that he couldn't push forward with Song Fei layer by layer, just give a simple and rude sentence: "I won't let you down. No matter what differences we have, , I swear, I will discuss it with you. "
Song Fei was a little tranced by Qi Yan ’s groundbreaking tenderness, and it was unclear whether it was a dream or a reality, and he repeated with uncertainty: "You swear?"
Qi Yan lowered his eyes for a long time before lifting it again, determined to look at this guy who might be entangled with himself for a lifetime, one by one, deep and firm: "I try as much as possible."
Is reality, Song Fei can be sure.
"Then I also swear that I won't go back together in the future, and work hard as before!"
"Really?"
"I fight."
"..." Is your boyfriend careful and puffy? Qi Yan's answer is, bear with it.
Twenty-year-old love is like the weather in June. It is sunny today and rain tomorrow. Song Fei doesn't know how long they can go this time and how far they can go together, but he hopes to be longer and farther. He can't be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present.
Qi Yan didn't know Song Fei's thoughts, but with his knowledge of Song Fei, that person would not think too far. But it doesn't matter, I will never let go, nor will I 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 crimes.
Sweated a lot, and felt nothing when I was nervous. After cooling down, I felt the coldness of the clothes. The clearly closed window still seemed to keep coming in with wind, Qi Yan rubbed his nose, and finally he couldn't hold back and sneezed.
Song Fei discovered that something was wrong, and quickly said: "No, you have to take off your clothes." Qi Yan will help you when you are done.
Qi Yan hurried to hide back, he did n’t bring any changed clothes at all, the classroom had no electricity or heating, and wet clothes were better than nothing.
Song Fei did n’t catch anyone for two consecutive times, probably understood the other party ’s concerns, and did n’t have a good air:
I did n’t let you take it off, took off the clothes inside, and left the down jacket outside.
The inner clothes are wet, and the down jacket is still dry.
Qi Yan originally wanted to hold her back, but she felt more and more air-conditioned from the outside of her clothes. After re-wearing the down jacket and not yet adapted to the strange feeling of the skin directly contacting the lining of the down jacket, it was discovered that Song Fei did not know where to go. The heart shivered and immediately looked around, fearing that the man would be a demon again.
Wow.
"A sneeze--"
Student Song really lived up to expectations, and the whole curtain was ripped off by the sparkle.
I do n’t know if it ’s for revenge. The curtain cloth covered his head at all, and I struggled for a long time before showing my head under the dusty rag: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I have n’t washed them in years ! "
"I haven't washed it since it was built and hung up on this campus," He Zhihao said to the popular science. "We avoided it in our self-study, and shaken off three pounds of ash. Why are you doing it?"
"Keep warm," Song Fei rolled his eyes, although the power in the darkness was basically not, "otherwise how do we spend this night, friction and heat."
"..." He Zhiwen is willing to believe that Song Fei is really just vomiting, but why there are always images of two people in his mind who kiss and touch while lingering. Oh, he may be sick.
At present, only local materials are available. In this compartment, Song Fei pulled down the curtains of the two windows, and in the compartment, Qi Yan put together the desks against the wall to form a "bed". The three little friends lay on top and hugged together-because Qi Yan's clothes were the thinnest, he hugged left and right, sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by Song Fei on the front chest, and leaning on this meat pad with He Zhiwen in the back Blessing of people. The curtains of the Academy of Physics did not know whether it was for radiation protection. It was called a heavy one, which covered it for a while and gave a little warmth.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning when lying down.
Qi Yan was so sleepy that he soon fell asleep.
Song Fei listened to the breathing behind him, hesitating for a moment, or turned around gently, and then rubbed the moonlight to appreciate the current high face value, only to be satisfied at the end, plunged into the arms of the other party.
Qi Yan seemed to feel, moved a little, found a comfortable posture, and embraced the person in his arms again.
Song Fei quietly stretched out his arms and hugged, and finally closed his eyes firmly in a tight hug.
He Zhiwen sighed and turned over, consciously forming a good back-to-back relationship with Qi Yan, so he relaxed and went to Zhou Gong.
This night, the radio Wusheng team was separated from each other. Some were tired and fell asleep, some were awake in the cold, some were fighting in the blood, and some were hiding in the dark. They don't know each other's situation, but they believe each other.
The next day, the sun was shining.
The moment when Song Fei woke up, he thought he was at 440, the long-lost sunshine, and all his generosity sprinkled on him, his nose was slightly cool, but there was a trace of warmth on his body, just like countless early winter mornings.
Until squinting and lazy turning, the wailing wailing of the table legs came from below.
Qi Yan's appearance is good, I don't know whether it is the sunlight, or whether I did sleep well last night.
But Song Fei was still uneasy. Eventually, Qi Yan was picked up, and his lips stuck to the other person's forehead.
This is what Song Fei learned from his mother. According to Ms. Song, as long as your lips feel slightly cool when you put them on, it will be fine. However, if you feel that your forehead is hotter than your lips, you will have a fever. Song Fei is also not sure whether there is a scientific basis for this, but at least in the practice of Ms. Song, as long as her lips were tested and said that she had a fever, it was later proved to be a true fever. Song Fei didn't know whether this was the exact measurement of lips, or whether this kind of pro forehead measurement itself had a certain curse.
Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead felt cool under his lips.
"It should be fine." Song Fei said, and hoped that Qi Yan would feel at ease.
However, it seems to have little effect.
"Are you sure?" Qi Yan frowned slightly, "I don't feel very comfortable."
"Don't you just say that you don't have to worry about something? Why did I say you're in trouble after the test." Tucao returned to Tucao, Song Fei's heart was still raised, and he leaned over and pulled his shoulders down. He pressed his lips to the head again, and muttered to himself: "Not hot ..."
"It may also be a low fever." Qi Yan offers many possibilities.
"Anyway, you're going to burn it alive, right?" Song Fei was inexplicable. This time he changed his hands and stuck it on the forehead. There was still no strange heat. "It's normal."
Qi Yan took his hand down, frowned slightly, and looked straight and serious: "Don't use your hands, it's good to measure just now."
Song Fei: "..."
In front of the window, He Zhiwen looked into the clear sky.
He remembers that when he played the rpg game before, every time he talked about the character plot, he could always press Enter to let the dialogue proceed quickly in order to quickly start the next stage of the journey.
Now think about it, it is really an intimate design.