Chapter 63: The Mirror

Love to the depths, or Qi Yan stepped on the brake. At that time, the claws of the Song students have reached into Qi Yan clothes, very anxious to touch a gas, almost to help him wipe the sweat of the upper body. If it were not held down by Qi Yan, I would not know where to explore next.

Song Fei did not touch the fun, eyes and eyebrows are wrinkled together, not very happy.

Qi Yan found that even such Song Fei, he can see happy, clearly want to but sigh, but a word export, it became mumbled: "warm thought lust, this and hungry cold, don't wild."

Song Fei took back his claws and said in a stuffy way, "You can see and eat nothing. The most painful thing in the world is this."

Qi Yan leaned his chin towards the window: "The most painful thing in the world is there."

As Qi Yan showed the direction to look past, a desolate shadow came into view.

Song Fei lost, just kissed too much, completely forgot that there is an audience next to it, and now a aftertaste, hindsight is a little shy, but still strong to pretend to naturally call each other: "Little He?"

He asked his back to the two comrades, without turning back, as if there were a beautiful woman dancing on the moon, completely unable to remove his sight: "That, when I do not exist on the line, you continue, happy."

So understanding more let Song Fei feel sorry, hurriedly volunteered: "I know you must be a little confused now, I give you a comprehensive talk about my relationship with Qi Yan..."

'No! The refusal to ask was unequivocal.

Song Fei is not happy, a Zhao He is like this, two what to ask is also like this: "How do you two class students have no curiosity about the world!"

"..." It is because they are attached to this world that they do not want to be dragged into the door of the new world!

"Actually, I was talking to Qi..."

"Don't listen to the motherfucker chanting!"

Qi Yan has seen hidden afraid of coming out of the closet, never seen and chasing to shout to come out of the closet, have seen a friend who has never seen a friend take the initiative to say still cover their ears not to listen, this pair of inverted relationship of comradely is completely wonderful.

But it was such a wonderful thing that gave him an unprecedented sense of relief.

Maybe the situation is so bad that it can't be worse, and I may be eaten by zombies when I follow it, even if I shout to the world that I fucking like men, it doesn't matter. To put it in a bad way, who cares, you have to shout I have bread, and maybe attract some covetous, gay this, no one to argue with you, and no one has time to come over and tease.

This is the worst time.

And like, it's not so bad.

Qi Yan still in the torture of what asked Song Fei range, ruffled each other's hair, tone softly: "We are now even reconciled."

Song Fei white him a glance: "Otherwise, I will give you a compound certificate?"

Qi said black line, just want to tease a sentence you are serious but two minutes, the words to the mouth suddenly stopped, and finally said nothing.

Song Fei has been ready to be against the ready, even the anti-choking language has been organized, the result Qi Yan not according to the routine card, hold him this called a uncomfortable: "You just want to say what?" Say what you want, don't control it, I can take it."

Qi Yan lost, Song Fei that eager expression can not bear, completely wrote "I am very fucking looking forward to" ah.

But he does not want to go back to the old road, Song Fei is a casual temper, everything by feeling to go, but Qi Yan is not. He will remember the loss, he will trip the stone, he will bypass, the same pit twice, is not his style. Wang Qingyuan said he did not respect Song Fei, that from now on, he will learn to respect: "I was wrong before, always unilaterally asked you to follow my rhythm, no empathy." In fact, there are a lot of things about you that are worse than me --"

Although he asked to resume the moon posture, but upright ears have been listening. I'm going to write down some touching phrases so that I can borrow them in the future when I chase for love, but what does this mean? This year love can not talk well!!!

'What are you doing? The Qi of the Qi students after the end of the original.

What to ask really can not bear to be curious, turn around, see Song Fei with more rough action than before twisting his face before ravage... Uh, the current face.

"Pull down your skin mask." Song students responded, "You are not Qi Yan, Qi Yan can not admit mistakes, and it is impossible to say that I did not realize that Song Fei was actually a very good handsome man."

Qi Yan, He Zhi asked: "Did not say!!"

Sulkily pull down the claws of Song Fei, Qi Yan is understood, can not with Song Fei to layers of promotion, direct simple and rough to a result on the line: "I will not fight you later." Whatever differences we may have, I swear I will discuss them with you."

Song Fei by Qi Yan groundbreaking tenderness made some trance, a time is not clear is a dream or real, not sure to repeat: "You swear?"

Qi Yan lowered his eyes, for a long time, before lifting again, determined to look at the guy who may be entangled with himself for a lifetime, word by word, deep and firm: "I will try my best."

Is the reality, Song Fei can be sure.

"Then I also swear that I will not fool around in the future, and work hard!"

"Really?"

"I'll fight for it."

"..." Boyfriend is petty how to break? Mr. Qi's answer is, 'Just suck it up.'

Twenty-year-old love is like the weather in June, sunny today, rainy tomorrow. Song Fei does not know how long they can be good this time, and how far they can go together, but he hopes to be a little longer, a little further. He can't be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present.

Qi Yan dont know Song Fei mind, but with his understanding of Song Fei, the man 80% wont think too far. But it doesn't matter, I will never let go, nor will I give each other the chance to run away. There are people in the peach blossom, there are people in the villain, his life in the Song Fei. You do it. It's good.

I was sweating all over, I didn't feel anything when I was nervous, and now I felt the wet cold of my clothes. When the Windows were clearly closed, it seemed that the wind was still slipping in. Qi Yan rubbed his nose and finally couldn't resist and sneezed.

Song Fei found this wrong, quickly said: "No, you have to take off your clothes." Say start to help Qi Yan steak.

Qi Yan quickly back to hide, he did not bring change of clothes, the classroom no electricity no heating, wet clothes are stronger than no ah.

Song Fei did not catch people twice in a row, probably understand the other side's concerns, angry: "Did not let you all take off, take off the inside clothes, leave the outside down jacket."

The undercoat is wet, and the down coat is dry.

Qi Yan originally still want to stand, but more and more feel from the clothes inside out of the cold, think about it, or take off. To re-wear the down jacket, has not yet adapted to the skin direct contact with the strange feeling of down jacket lining, found that Song Fei do not know where to go. With a shiver in his heart, he immediately looked around for fear that the man was a demon again.

PRRRRRR.

"Achoo --"

Song did not live up to expectations, and pulled down the curtain in a flash.

I do not know whether it is for revenge, the curtain did not waste a bit of all over his head, struggling for a long time, only to reveal his head under the dusty rags: "Ah-choo - bah, bah, this has not been washed for many years!"

"Since the completion of this campus, it is estimated that it has not been washed," He asked kindly popular science, "we all hide from it, touch and shake down three pounds of ash, why do you make it?"

"Keep warm," Song Fei rolled her eyes, although there was basically no power in the dark, "otherwise how would we three spend the night, friction generated heat ah."

"..." What to ask is willing to believe that Song Fei really is simply teasing, but why there are always two people in his mind to kiss while touching the image lingering. Whoo! He's probably sick.

For now, only local resources can be used. This Song Fei pulled down the curtains of the two Windows, and that Qi Yan put the desk against the wall together to form a "bed". Three small partners lying on the top of the huddle - because of Qi Yan clothes thinnest, so left embrace right hug, clip in the middle, front chest ring Song Fei, back against what to ask this meat pad, enjoy the blessing of people. The curtains of the physics institute do not know whether it is to prevent radiation, it is called a heavy, covered in the body for a while, but gave birth to some warmth.

It was nearly two o 'clock in the morning when I settled down.

Qi Yan was very sleepy and soon fell asleep.

Song Fei listened to the breathing behind gradually even, hesitated for a moment, or gently turned over, and then dark rub through the moonlight to appreciate the current high level of appearance, and finally satisfied, into each other's arms.

Qi Yan seems to have an induction, moved slightly, found a comfortable position, and hugged the person in his arms again.

Song Fei quietly stretched out her arms and finally closed her eyes in a tight embrace.

He asked a sigh, also turned over, consciously and Qi Yan formed a good brother back-to-back simple position, which relaxed down, also went to find the duke of Zhou.

This night, the radio martial arts team separated four places, some people tired sleep, some people cold awake, some people fight blood, some people hide in the dark. They don't know each other's situation, but they believe in each other.

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

Song Fei woke up the moment, also thought that he was in 440, the long-lost sunshine, not mean all sprinkled on his body, the nose is slightly cool, but there is a trace of warmth on the body, like countless early winter mornings.

Until his eyes narrowed and he rolled over lazily, and from below came the squeaky whine of the table legs.

Qi Yan looks good, I don't know if the sun shines, or did sleep well last night.

But Song Fei is still not assured, finally put Qi Yan fishing over, lips affixed to each other's forehead.

Song Fei learned this from his mother. According to Mother Song, as long as the lips feel slightly cool, it is fine, but anyone who feels that the forehead is hotter than the lips, that is a fever. Song Fei is not sure whether there is any scientific basis for this, but at least in the practice of Song's mother, as long as her lips were tested and said that she had a fever, it was later proved to be a real fever. Song Fei also did not know whether this was the accuracy of the fucking lips, or whether there was something cursing in the measurement of this kissing forehead itself.

Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead felt cool under the feeling of his lips.

"It should be all right." Song Fei said, also hope Qi Yan at ease.

But it seems to have had little success.

"Are you sure?" Qi Yan frowns slightly. "I don't feel very well."

"Just now you didn't say that there was nothing to worry about, why I said that you had something after the test." Ridicule to ridicule, Song Fei's heart still lifted up, not surently leaned over, pulled down each other's shoulders, not surently pressed his lips on the forehead, and finally muttered: "not hot ah..."

"Or it could be a low-grade fever." Qi offers many possibilities.

"You're going to burn it anyway." Song Fei inexplicable, this time to change hands on each other's forehead, still no strange heat, "very normal ah."

Qi Yan took his hand down, frowning slightly, with a serious and upright face: "Don't use your hand, it's good to test just now."

Song Fei: "..."

The window, how to look far into the clear sky.

He remembers playing RPG games in the past, every time the character story dialogue, you can keep pressing enter, so that the dialogue can quickly start the next stage of the journey.

Now that I think about it, it was a really sweet design.