Chapter 63
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Qi Yan stepped on the brake. At that time, song's claws had already reached into Qi Yan's clothes, and he was so anxious that he almost wiped the sweat off his upper body. If it wasn't for being held down by Qi Yan, I would not know where to explore next.
Song Fei didn't feel happy. His eyes and eyebrows were all wrinkled together. He was not very happy.
Qi Yan found that even such a Song Fei, he can see the heart in full bloom, clearly want to have no choice but to sigh, but as soon as the words come out, it becomes a whisper: "full of warmth and lust, this is hungry and cold, so don't be wild."
Song Fei took back his claws and said, "you can't see it. It's the most painful thing in the world."
Qi Yan raised his chin towards the window: "where is the most painful thing in the world?"
As Qi Yan looked in the direction shown, a desolate shadow came into view.
Just now, song feiji was too involved in the kiss, and he completely forgot that there was an audience nearby. Now he is a little shy, but he still insists on pretending to call each other naturally: "Xiao He?"
He Zhiwen turned his back to his two comrades in arms and did not look back. It seemed that there was a beautiful woman dancing on the bright moon. He couldn't move his sight: "well, when I don't exist, just go on and be happy."
Song Fei was so understanding that he was even more upset. He quickly volunteered: "I know you must be a little confused now. Let me give you a comprehensive account of my relationship with Qi Yan..."
"No!" He Zhiwen's refusal is firm.
Song Fei is not happy. One Zhao he is like this, and the other two He Zhi are like this: "why don't you class two have any curiosity about the world?"
“……” Just because they are nostalgic for the world, they don't want to be dragged into the door of the new world!
"In fact, Qi Yan and I..."
"Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen
Qi Yan has seen those who hide and tuck in for fear of coming out, never seen those who chase and shout for coming out, never seen those who beat around the Bush to inquire about their friends, never seen those friends who take the initiative to say that they still cover their ears and don't listen to them. At present, these two comrades in arms with inverted relationship are all wonderful.
But it was such a wonderful flower that made him feel more relaxed than ever.
Maybe the situation is so bad that it can't be any worse. When I follow, I may be eaten by zombies. Even if I shout to the whole world that I like men, it doesn't matter. If you want to make complaints about it, you may shout, I have bread, maybe I can invite some covetous, homosexuality, no one is contending with you, and no one has leisure to come to Tucao.
This is the worst time.
It's like, it's not that bad.
Qi Yan takes Song Fei, who is still tormenting he Zhiwen, and rubs each other's hair in a gentle tone: "we are now reconciled."
Song feibai looked at him: "otherwise, I will give you a composite certificate?"
, what you want to do is to speak for two minutes. Then you make complaints about your mouth and then say nothing.
Song Fei is ready to be attacked, and even the anti choking language has been organized. As a result, Qi Yan doesn't play according to the routine, which makes him feel uncomfortable: "what did you want to say just now? If you want to say it, don't control it. I can take it. "
Qi Yan is embarrassed. Song Fei's eager expression is more than bearable. It says "I'm looking forward to it.".
But he doesn't want to go back to the old way. Song Fei is a casual temper. Everything depends on his feelings, but Qi Yan is not. He will remember the losses he suffered. He will avoid the stones he tripped over and plant them twice in one pit, which is not his style. Wang Qingyuan said that he didn't respect Song Fei. From now on, he should learn to respect him: "I was wrong in the past. I always asked you to follow my rhythm unilaterally, without transposition thinking. In fact, there are many places where you cry more than me - "
although he Zhiwen has regained his attitude of appreciating the moon, he has been listening all the time. I'm going to write down some moving sentences so that I can borrow them when I pursue love in the future. But what does this "Bi Wo" mean! Can't you talk well when you are in love these days!!!
"What are you doing?" The Qi classmate who finished crying had something to say later.
He Zhiwen couldn't resist curiosity. Looking back, he saw that Song Fei twisted his face more violently than before Er, the current face.
"Pick your □." "You are not Qi Yan. Qi Yan can't admit his mistake. What's more, he can't say that he didn't realize that Song Fei was a very good man before
Qi Yan and he Zhi asked: "I didn't say it at all!"
Qi Yan understands that he can't push forward with Song Fei. He just gives a simple and rude result: "I won't hate you any more. No matter what difference we have, I promise I will discuss it with you. "
Song Fei was dazed by Qi Yan's unprecedented tenderness. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was a dream or a reality. He repeated uncertainly: "do you swear?"
Qi Yan lowered his eyes for a long time before he raised them again. He looked at the guy who might be entangled with him for a lifetime. Every word was deep and firm: "I try my best."It's reality. Song Fei can be sure.
"Then I also swear that I will not muddle along in the future, and work hard as I do!"
"Really?"
"I'll fight for it."
“……” Is a boy friend careful eye is swollen broken? Qi Yan's answer is, bear it.
Twenty year old love is like the weather in June, sunny today and rainy tomorrow. Song Fei doesn't know how long they can go this time and how far they can go together, but he hopes to go a little longer and a little further. He can't be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present.
Qi Yan doesn't know Song Fei's mind, but with his understanding of Song Fei, that person probably won't think too far. But it doesn't matter, I will never let go, and I will never give each other another chance to run away. Some people commit peach blossom in their lives, others commit villain in their lives, and they commit Song Fei in their lives. Make it. It's good.
Sweating all over the body, I don't feel anything when I'm nervous. Now it's cool, and I feel the cold and wet of my clothes. It's clear that the window has been closed tightly, but it still seems that there is a constant wind coming in. Qi Yan rubs his nose and finally sneezes.
Song Fei found something wrong and said, "no, you have to take off your clothes." Finish saying to start to want to help Qi Yan to pick.
Qi Yan quickly hid behind. He didn't bring any clothes to change. This classroom has no electricity, no heating, and wet clothes are better than none.
Song Fei didn't catch anyone twice in a row. He probably understood the other party's concerns and didn't have a good way: "I didn't let you take off all the clothes inside, just leave the down jacket outside."
The lining is wet, the down jacket is dry.
Qi Yan was still trying to hold on, but he felt more and more cold air coming out of his clothes. When he put on his down jacket again, he didn't get used to the strange feeling that his skin directly contacted the lining of the down jacket. He found that Song Fei didn't know where he was. Heart a shiver, immediately look around, for fear that the person and make demon.
Wow.
"Ah Chou -"
as expected, song lived up to the expectations of the public and pulled down the whole curtain.
I don't know if it was for revenge. The curtain cloth didn't spoil it at all. It covered his head. After struggling for a long time, he showed his head under the dusty rag: "ah Chou - bah, bah, I haven't washed it for many years!"
"It's estimated that we haven't washed it since the campus was built," He Zhi asked the kind-hearted science popularization, "we all hide from it in our self-study, and we shake three kilograms of ashes when we touch it. What are you doing with it?"
"Keep warm," Song Fei rolled his eyes, although there was no power in the dark, "otherwise, how could we three spend the night, rubbing and heating."
“……” He asked what he believed in Song Feizhen's simple Tucao, but why he had two people in his mind who could not make complaints about kissing while touching. Ouch, he may be ill.
At the moment, we can only use local materials. Song Fei in this box pulled down the curtains of the two windows, while Qi Yan in that box put the desk against the wall together to form a "bed". The three little friends lie on the top and hug each other. Because Qi Yan's clothes are the thinnest, they hug each other in the middle, with Song Fei on the front and he Zhiwen on the back. I don't know if the curtain of the Physics Institute is for radiation protection. It's called a thick curtain. After a while, it gives birth to some warmth.
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when I lay 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 secretly rubbed through the moonlight to appreciate the current high face value, finally satisfied, into each other's arms.
Qi moved his arms and felt comfortable again.
Song Fei quietly put out his arm to embrace him, and finally closed his eyes in a close embrace.
He Zhiwen sighed, turned over, and consciously formed a simple back-to-back position with Qi Yan. Then he relaxed and went to find Duke Zhou.
This night, the radio wusheng team separated four places, some were tired to sleep, some were cold and awake, some were bloody, some were hiding in the dark. They don't know each other's situation, but they believe in each other.
The next day, the sun was shining.
At the moment of his awakening, Song Fei thought that he was in 440, and the long lost sunshine was all sprinkled on him. His nose was cool, but there was a trace of warmth on his body, just like countless early winter mornings.
Until squinting eyes lazy turn over, below came the table legs squeaky whine.
Qi Yan looks good. I don't know whether it's the sunshine or whether he really slept well last night.
But Song Fei is still not at ease, and finally pulls Qi Yan over and sticks his lips to the other person's forehead.
That's what Songfei learned from his mother. According to song's mother, as long as the lips stick up and feel slightly cool, it's OK. If you feel that your forehead is hotter than your lips, it's 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 she has a fever after measuring her lips, it has been proved that she has a fever. Song Fei doesn't know whether this is the accurate measurement of his mother's lips, or whether this measurement of Pro forehead itself has some curse meaning.Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead is cool under the feeling of his lips.
"It should be OK." Song Fei said that he also hoped Qi Yan would be at ease.
But it doesn't seem to work.
"Are you sure?" Qi Yan slightly frowned, "I don't feel very comfortable."
"Didn't you just say that you don't have to worry about anything? As soon as I finished the test, I said that you had something to do." Song Fei make complaints about the Tucao's Tucao, and make complaints about it. Instead, he leans over the shoulders, and sticks his lips on his forehead.
"It could be a low fever." Qi Yan offers many possibilities.
"You'll have to burn it anyway." Song Fei inexplicably, this time on the other side's forehead, still no strange heat, "quite normal ah."
Qi Yan took his hand down and frowned slightly, with a serious and upright face: "don't use your hand, it's just so good."
Song Fei
In front of the window, he Zhiwen overlooks the clear sky.
He remembers that when he used to play RPG Games, he could press enter all the time when he came to the dialogue of the characters' plot, so that the dialogue could go on quickly, so as to quickly start the next stage of the journey.
Now think about it, it's really a sweet design.
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Qi Yan stepped on the brake. At that time, song's claws had already reached into Qi Yan's clothes, and he was so anxious that he almost wiped the sweat off his upper body. If it wasn't for being held down by Qi Yan, I would not know where to explore next.
Song Fei didn't feel happy. His eyes and eyebrows were all wrinkled together. He was not very happy.
Qi Yan found that even such a Song Fei, he can see the heart in full bloom, clearly want to have no choice but to sigh, but as soon as the words come out, it becomes a whisper: "full of warmth and lust, this is hungry and cold, so don't be wild."
Song Fei took back his claws and said, "you can't see it. It's the most painful thing in the world."
Qi Yan raised his chin towards the window: "where is the most painful thing in the world?"
As Qi Yan looked in the direction shown, a desolate shadow came into view.
Just now, song feiji was too involved in the kiss, and he completely forgot that there was an audience nearby. Now he is a little shy, but he still insists on pretending to call each other naturally: "Xiao He?"
He Zhiwen turned his back to his two comrades in arms and did not look back. It seemed that there was a beautiful woman dancing on the bright moon. He couldn't move his sight: "well, when I don't exist, just go on and be happy."
Song Fei was so understanding that he was even more upset. He quickly volunteered: "I know you must be a little confused now. Let me give you a comprehensive account of my relationship with Qi Yan..."
"No!" He Zhiwen's refusal is firm.
Song Fei is not happy. One Zhao he is like this, and the other two He Zhi are like this: "why don't you class two have any curiosity about the world?"
“……” Just because they are nostalgic for the world, they don't want to be dragged into the door of the new world!
"In fact, Qi Yan and I..."
"Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen
Qi Yan has seen those who hide and tuck in for fear of coming out, never seen those who chase and shout for coming out, never seen those who beat around the Bush to inquire about their friends, never seen those friends who take the initiative to say that they still cover their ears and don't listen to them. At present, these two comrades in arms with inverted relationship are all wonderful.
But it was such a wonderful flower that made him feel more relaxed than ever.
Maybe the situation is so bad that it can't be any worse. When I follow, I may be eaten by zombies. Even if I shout to the whole world that I like men, it doesn't matter. If you want to make complaints about it, you may shout, I have bread, maybe I can invite some covetous, homosexuality, no one is contending with you, and no one has leisure to come to Tucao.
This is the worst time.
It's like, it's not that bad.
Qi Yan takes Song Fei, who is still tormenting he Zhiwen, and rubs each other's hair in a gentle tone: "we are now reconciled."
Song feibai looked at him: "otherwise, I will give you a composite certificate?"
, what you want to do is to speak for two minutes. Then you make complaints about your mouth and then say nothing.
Song Fei is ready to be attacked, and even the anti choking language has been organized. As a result, Qi Yan doesn't play according to the routine, which makes him feel uncomfortable: "what did you want to say just now? If you want to say it, don't control it. I can take it. "
Qi Yan is embarrassed. Song Fei's eager expression is more than bearable. It says "I'm looking forward to it.".
But he doesn't want to go back to the old way. Song Fei is a casual temper. Everything depends on his feelings, but Qi Yan is not. He will remember the losses he suffered. He will avoid the stones he tripped over and plant them twice in one pit, which is not his style. Wang Qingyuan said that he didn't respect Song Fei. From now on, he should learn to respect him: "I was wrong in the past. I always asked you to follow my rhythm unilaterally, without transposition thinking. In fact, there are many places where you cry more than me - "
although he Zhiwen has regained his attitude of appreciating the moon, he has been listening all the time. I'm going to write down some moving sentences so that I can borrow them when I pursue love in the future. But what does this "Bi Wo" mean! Can't you talk well when you are in love these days!!!
"What are you doing?" The Qi classmate who finished crying had something to say later.
He Zhiwen couldn't resist curiosity. Looking back, he saw that Song Fei twisted his face more violently than before Er, the current face.
"Pick your □." "You are not Qi Yan. Qi Yan can't admit his mistake. What's more, he can't say that he didn't realize that Song Fei was a very good man before
Qi Yan and he Zhi asked: "I didn't say it at all!"
Qi Yan understands that he can't push forward with Song Fei. He just gives a simple and rude result: "I won't hate you any more. No matter what difference we have, I promise I will discuss it with you. "
Song Fei was dazed by Qi Yan's unprecedented tenderness. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was a dream or a reality. He repeated uncertainly: "do you swear?"
Qi Yan lowered his eyes for a long time before he raised them again. He looked at the guy who might be entangled with him for a lifetime. Every word was deep and firm: "I try my best."It's reality. Song Fei can be sure.
"Then I also swear that I will not muddle along in the future, and work hard as I do!"
"Really?"
"I'll fight for it."
“……” Is a boy friend careful eye is swollen broken? Qi Yan's answer is, bear it.
Twenty year old love is like the weather in June, sunny today and rainy tomorrow. Song Fei doesn't know how long they can go this time and how far they can go together, but he hopes to go a little longer and a little further. He can't be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present.
Qi Yan doesn't know Song Fei's mind, but with his understanding of Song Fei, that person probably won't think too far. But it doesn't matter, I will never let go, and I will never give each other another chance to run away. Some people commit peach blossom in their lives, others commit villain in their lives, and they commit Song Fei in their lives. Make it. It's good.
Sweating all over the body, I don't feel anything when I'm nervous. Now it's cool, and I feel the cold and wet of my clothes. It's clear that the window has been closed tightly, but it still seems that there is a constant wind coming in. Qi Yan rubs his nose and finally sneezes.
Song Fei found something wrong and said, "no, you have to take off your clothes." Finish saying to start to want to help Qi Yan to pick.
Qi Yan quickly hid behind. He didn't bring any clothes to change. This classroom has no electricity, no heating, and wet clothes are better than none.
Song Fei didn't catch anyone twice in a row. He probably understood the other party's concerns and didn't have a good way: "I didn't let you take off all the clothes inside, just leave the down jacket outside."
The lining is wet, the down jacket is dry.
Qi Yan was still trying to hold on, but he felt more and more cold air coming out of his clothes. When he put on his down jacket again, he didn't get used to the strange feeling that his skin directly contacted the lining of the down jacket. He found that Song Fei didn't know where he was. Heart a shiver, immediately look around, for fear that the person and make demon.
Wow.
"Ah Chou -"
as expected, song lived up to the expectations of the public and pulled down the whole curtain.
I don't know if it was for revenge. The curtain cloth didn't spoil it at all. It covered his head. After struggling for a long time, he showed his head under the dusty rag: "ah Chou - bah, bah, I haven't washed it for many years!"
"It's estimated that we haven't washed it since the campus was built," He Zhi asked the kind-hearted science popularization, "we all hide from it in our self-study, and we shake three kilograms of ashes when we touch it. What are you doing with it?"
"Keep warm," Song Fei rolled his eyes, although there was no power in the dark, "otherwise, how could we three spend the night, rubbing and heating."
“……” He asked what he believed in Song Feizhen's simple Tucao, but why he had two people in his mind who could not make complaints about kissing while touching. Ouch, he may be ill.
At the moment, we can only use local materials. Song Fei in this box pulled down the curtains of the two windows, while Qi Yan in that box put the desk against the wall together to form a "bed". The three little friends lie on the top and hug each other. Because Qi Yan's clothes are the thinnest, they hug each other in the middle, with Song Fei on the front and he Zhiwen on the back. I don't know if the curtain of the Physics Institute is for radiation protection. It's called a thick curtain. After a while, it gives birth to some warmth.
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when I lay 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 secretly rubbed through the moonlight to appreciate the current high face value, finally satisfied, into each other's arms.
Qi moved his arms and felt comfortable again.
Song Fei quietly put out his arm to embrace him, and finally closed his eyes in a close embrace.
He Zhiwen sighed, turned over, and consciously formed a simple back-to-back position with Qi Yan. Then he relaxed and went to find Duke Zhou.
This night, the radio wusheng team separated four places, some were tired to sleep, some were cold and awake, some were bloody, some were hiding in the dark. They don't know each other's situation, but they believe in each other.
The next day, the sun was shining.
At the moment of his awakening, Song Fei thought that he was in 440, and the long lost sunshine was all sprinkled on him. His nose was cool, but there was a trace of warmth on his body, just like countless early winter mornings.
Until squinting eyes lazy turn over, below came the table legs squeaky whine.
Qi Yan looks good. I don't know whether it's the sunshine or whether he really slept well last night.
But Song Fei is still not at ease, and finally pulls Qi Yan over and sticks his lips to the other person's forehead.
That's what Songfei learned from his mother. According to song's mother, as long as the lips stick up and feel slightly cool, it's OK. If you feel that your forehead is hotter than your lips, it's 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 she has a fever after measuring her lips, it has been proved that she has a fever. Song Fei doesn't know whether this is the accurate measurement of his mother's lips, or whether this measurement of Pro forehead itself has some curse meaning.Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead is cool under the feeling of his lips.
"It should be OK." Song Fei said that he also hoped Qi Yan would be at ease.
But it doesn't seem to work.
"Are you sure?" Qi Yan slightly frowned, "I don't feel very comfortable."
"Didn't you just say that you don't have to worry about anything? As soon as I finished the test, I said that you had something to do." Song Fei make complaints about the Tucao's Tucao, and make complaints about it. Instead, he leans over the shoulders, and sticks his lips on his forehead.
"It could be a low fever." Qi Yan offers many possibilities.
"You'll have to burn it anyway." Song Fei inexplicably, this time on the other side's forehead, still no strange heat, "quite normal ah."
Qi Yan took his hand down and frowned slightly, with a serious and upright face: "don't use your hand, it's just so good."
Song Fei
In front of the window, he Zhiwen overlooks the clear sky.
He remembers that when he used to play RPG Games, he could press enter all the time when he came to the dialogue of the characters' plot, so that the dialogue could go on quickly, so as to quickly start the next stage of the journey.
Now think about it, it's really a sweet design.
Qi Yan stepped on the brake. At that time, song's claws had already reached into Qi Yan's clothes, and he was so anxious that he almost wiped the sweat off his upper body. If it wasn't for being held down by Qi Yan, I would not know where to explore next. Song Fei didn't feel happy. His eyes and eyebrows were all wrinkled together. He was not very happy. Qi Yan found that even such a Song Fei, he can see the heart in full bloom, clearly want to have no choice but to sigh, but as soon as the words come out, it becomes a whisper: "full of warmth and lust, this is hungry and cold, so don't be wild." Song Fei took back his claws and said, "you can't see it. It's the most painful thing in the world." Qi Yan raised his chin towards the window: "where is the most painful thing in the world?" As Qi Yan looked in the direction shown, a desolate shadow came into view. Just now, song feiji was too involved in the kiss, and he completely forgot that there was an audience nearby. Now he is a little shy, but he still insists on pretending to call each other naturally: "Xiao He?" He Zhiwen turned his back to his two comrades in arms and did not look back. It seemed that there was a beautiful woman dancing on the bright moon. He couldn't move his sight: "well, when I don't exist, just go on and be happy." Song Fei was so understanding that he was even more upset. He quickly volunteered: "I know you must be a little confused now. Let me give you a comprehensive account of my relationship with Qi Yan..." "No!" He Zhiwen's refusal is firm. Song Fei is not happy. One Zhao he is like this, and the other two He Zhi are like this: "why don't you class two have any curiosity about the world?" Just because they are nostalgic for the world, they don't want to be dragged into the door of the new world! "In fact, Qi Yan and I..." "Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen Qi Yan has seen those who hide and tuck in for fear of coming out, never seen those who chase and shout for coming out, never seen those who beat around the Bush to inquire about their friends, never seen those friends who take the initiative to say that they still cover their ears and don't listen to them. At present, these two comrades in arms with inverted relationship are all wonderful. But it was such a wonderful flower that made him feel more relaxed than ever. Maybe the situation is so bad that it can't be any worse. When I follow, I may be eaten by zombies. Even if I shout to the whole world that I like men, it doesn't matter. If you want to make complaints about it, you may shout, I have bread, maybe I can invite some covetous, homosexuality, no one is contending with you, and no one has leisure to come to Tucao. This is the worst time. It's like, it's not that bad. Qi Yan takes Song Fei, who is still tormenting he Zhiwen, and rubs each other's hair in a gentle tone: "we are now reconciled." Song feibai looked at him: "otherwise, I will give you a composite certificate?" , what you want to do is to speak for two minutes. Then you make complaints about your mouth and then say nothing. Song Fei is ready to be attacked, and even the anti choking language has been organized. As a result, Qi Yan doesn't play according to the routine, which makes him feel uncomfortable: "what did you want to say just now? If you want to say it, don't control it. I can take it. " Qi Yan is embarrassed. Song Fei's eager expression is more than bearable. It says "I'm looking forward to it.". But he doesn't want to go back to the old way. Song Fei is a casual temper. Everything depends on his feelings, but Qi Yan is not. He will remember the losses he suffered. He will avoid the stones he tripped over and plant them twice in one pit, which is not his style. Wang Qingyuan said that he didn't respect Song Fei. From now on, he should learn to respect him: "I was wrong in the past. I always asked you to follow my rhythm unilaterally, without transposition thinking. In fact, there are many places where you cry more than me - "although he Zhiwen has regained his attitude of appreciating the moon, he has been listening all the time. I'm going to write down some moving sentences so that I can borrow them when I pursue love in the future. But what does this "Bi Wo" mean! Can't you talk well when you are in love these days!!! "What are you doing?" The Qi classmate who finished crying had something to say later. He Zhiwen couldn't resist curiosity. Looking back, he saw that Song Fei twisted his face more violently than before Er, the current face. "Pick your ." "You are not Qi Yan. Qi Yan can't admit his mistake. What's more, he can't say that he didn't realize that Song Fei was a very good man before Qi Yan and he Zhi asked: "I didn't say it at all!" Qi Yan understands that he can't push forward with Song Fei. He just gives a simple and rude result: "I won't hate you any more. No matter what difference we have, I promise I will discuss it with you. " Song Fei was dazed by Qi Yan's unprecedented tenderness. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was a dream or a reality. He repeated uncertainly: "do you swear?" Qi Yan lowered his eyes for a long time before he raised them again. He looked at the guy who might be entangled with him for a lifetime. Every word was deep and firm: "I try my best."It's reality. Song Fei can be sure. "Then I also swear that I will not muddle along in the future, and work hard as I do!" "Really?" "I'll fight for it." Is a boy friend careful eye is swollen broken? Qi Yan's answer is, bear it. Twenty year old love is like the weather in June, sunny today and rainy tomorrow. Song Fei doesn't know how long they can go this time and how far they can go together, but he hopes to go a little longer and a little further. He can't be responsible for the future, he can only cherish the present. Qi Yan doesn't know Song Fei's mind, but with his understanding of Song Fei, that person probably won't think too far. But it doesn't matter, I will never let go, and I will never give each other another chance to run away. Some people commit peach blossom in their lives, others commit villain in their lives, and they commit Song Fei in their lives. Make it. It's good. Sweating all over the body, I don't feel anything when I'm nervous. Now it's cool, and I feel the cold and wet of my clothes. It's clear that the window has been closed tightly, but it still seems that there is a constant wind coming in. Qi Yan rubs his nose and finally sneezes. Song Fei found something wrong and said, "no, you have to take off your clothes." Finish saying to start to want to help Qi Yan to pick. Qi Yan quickly hid behind. He didn't bring any clothes to change. This classroom has no electricity, no heating, and wet clothes are better than none. Song Fei didn't catch anyone twice in a row. He probably understood the other party's concerns and didn't have a good way: "I didn't let you take off all the clothes inside, just leave the down jacket outside." The lining is wet, the down jacket is dry. Qi Yan was still trying to hold on, but he felt more and more cold air coming out of his clothes. When he put on his down jacket again, he didn't get used to the strange feeling that his skin directly contacted the lining of the down jacket. He found that Song Fei didn't know where he was. Heart a shiver, immediately look around, for fear that the person and make demon. Wow. "Ah Chou -" as expected, song lived up to the expectations of the public and pulled down the whole curtain. I don't know if it was for revenge. The curtain cloth didn't spoil it at all. It covered his head. After struggling for a long time, he showed his head under the dusty rag: "ah Chou - bah, bah, I haven't washed it for many years!" "It's estimated that we haven't washed it since the campus was built," He Zhi asked the kind-hearted science popularization, "we all hide from it in our self-study, and we shake three kilograms of ashes when we touch it. What are you doing with it?" "Keep warm," Song Fei rolled his eyes, although there was no power in the dark, "otherwise, how could we three spend the night, rubbing and heating." He asked what he believed in Song Feizhen's simple Tucao, but why he had two people in his mind who could not make complaints about kissing while touching. Ouch, he may be ill. At the moment, we can only use local materials. Song Fei in this box pulled down the curtains of the two windows, while Qi Yan in that box put the desk against the wall together to form a "bed". The three little friends lie on the top and hug each other. Because Qi Yan's clothes are the thinnest, they hug each other in the middle, with Song Fei on the front and he Zhiwen on the back. I don't know if the curtain of the Physics Institute is for radiation protection. It's called a thick curtain. After a while, it gives birth to some warmth. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when I lay 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 secretly rubbed through the moonlight to appreciate the current high face value, finally satisfied, into each other's arms. Qi moved his arms and felt comfortable again. Song Fei quietly put out his arm to embrace him, and finally closed his eyes in a close embrace. He Zhiwen sighed, turned over, and consciously formed a simple back-to-back position with Qi Yan. Then he relaxed and went to find Duke Zhou. This night, the radio wusheng team separated four places, some were tired to sleep, some were cold and awake, some were bloody, some were hiding in the dark. They don't know each other's situation, but they believe in each other. The next day, the sun was shining. At the moment of his awakening, Song Fei thought that he was in 440, and the long lost sunshine was all sprinkled on him. His nose was cool, but there was a trace of warmth on his body, just like countless early winter mornings. Until squinting eyes lazy turn over, below came the table legs squeaky whine. Qi Yan looks good. I don't know whether it's the sunshine or whether he really slept well last night. But Song Fei is still not at ease, and finally pulls Qi Yan over and sticks his lips to the other person's forehead. That's what Songfei learned from his mother. According to song's mother, as long as the lips stick up and feel slightly cool, it's OK. If you feel that your forehead is hotter than your lips, it's 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 she has a fever after measuring her lips, it has been proved that she has a fever. Song Fei doesn't know whether this is the accurate measurement of his mother's lips, or whether this measurement of Pro forehead itself has some curse meaning.Fortunately, Qi Yan's forehead is cool under the feeling of his lips. "It should be OK." Song Fei said that he also hoped Qi Yan would be at ease. But it doesn't seem to work. "Are you sure?" Qi Yan slightly frowned, "I don't feel very comfortable." "Didn't you just say that you don't have to worry about anything? As soon as I finished the test, I said that you had something to do." Song Fei make complaints about the Tucao's Tucao, and make complaints about it. Instead, he leans over the shoulders, and sticks his lips on his forehead. "It could be a low fever." Qi Yan offers many possibilities. "You'll have to burn it anyway." Song Fei inexplicably, this time on the other side's forehead, still no strange heat, "quite normal ah." Qi Yan took his hand down and frowned slightly, with a serious and upright face: "don't use your hand, it's just so good." Song Fei In front of the window, he Zhiwen overlooks the clear sky. He remembers that when he used to play RPG Games, he could press enter all the time when he came to the dialogue of the characters' plot, so that the dialogue could go on quickly, so as to quickly start the next stage of the journey. Now think about it, it's really a sweet design.
