Bending and running?no way!

Chapter 44

Not long after the meal, Nie Yingjun came, and as soon as he entered the door, he rushed into the kitchen to look for something to eat.

Qi's mother complained a lot about her son's inconspicuous friend, but he had a thick skin and didn't take her "dislike" seriously at all. Being at Qi Yuan's house was like being at home.

When Nie Yingjun came, he said loudly that it was too boring to be alone during the New Year, so he came to see Qi Yuan's parents.

The elders had no choice but to try their best to calm down and listen to his nonsense.

Fortunately, he didn't stay for long before he was called away by the remote control of the number of his boyfriend.

Before going out, he gave Qi Yuan a wink, which meant "things have been put away".

Qi Yuan silently made an "ok" gesture, and after a while, he found an opportunity to go to the kitchen and put the CD that Nie Yingjun put on the refrigerator with the game CD he was going to take home.

In the afternoon, Qi Yuan and Liang Hean bid farewell, one carried the game console and CD bag, and the other went downstairs with the little black cat.Qi Yuan's parents stood at the window and waved goodbye to them, like a new daughter-in-law returning to her mother's house, which made Qi Yuan a little bit dumbfounded.

On the way home, Qi Yuan took Liang He'an to a large home furnishing market.

Once, he found it troublesome to visit these places, and always felt that the products lying on the shelves waiting to be picked by others made him dizzy.But after being with Liang Hean, he always thought of the first day Liang Hean lived in his house, quietly and patiently showing him how to use the cat hooks for hanging flower pots.

Only then did he understand that only when a person has a home in his heart will he be interested in visiting such places.

Liang Hean pushed the cart, scratching his hair in embarrassment: "Do you really want to buy dishes and bowls? I won't throw things around in the future, and if I lose my temper, I'll go..."

"Go to the closet?" Qi Yuan asked Liang Hean.

Liang Hean smirked.

"The closet has to be tidied up for you too." Qi Yuan said, walked to the wallpaper area, opened his phone to find the size of the closet he measured when he went out in the morning.

"This..." Liang He'an scratched his head again, and followed Qi Yuan with a smile. Perhaps it was because of the medicine that his mood didn't fluctuate much that day.

"Do you like this color?" Qi Yuan pointed to a roll of light brown wallpaper and asked Liang He'an, "It looks very gentle."

"I like it." Liang Hean nodded.

Qi Yuan selected two volumes according to the size, and then pushed the cart supported by Liang Hean to the tableware area.

"Buy it made of resin, it is resistant to falling," Qi Yuan thought for a while and then asked Liang He'an, "Or do you think the ceramic one feels better when you drop it?"

Liang Hean shook his head with a smile: "Resin ones are fine... Uh no, I really won't fall carelessly in the future."

"Well, it's still ceramics, I like this kind." Qi Yuan put a pair of couple bowls with a lucky cat printed on them in front of Liang He'an, and said, "If you drop one of them, the other will only die alone gone."

Liang He smiled peacefully, took the bowl from Qi Yuan and put it in the cart.

Going home at night, Qi Yuan referred to the ancestral recipes of the Liang family, and used his thirteen unreliable skills to barely piece together a meal.

The little black cat was squatting on the ground, purring and eating cat food, while Qi Yuan and Liang Hean were grabbing the last piece of chicken on the dining table.

It was dark, the curtains were closed, and the room became pitch black. Qi Yuan turned on the connected game device, and handed a handle to Liang Hean.

He said: "The King of Fighters, come and fight, and all your bullshit troubles will be gone."

Liang Hean took the game controller from Qi Yuan, and following the other party's prompt, followed the instructions on the TV screen to choose a character.

The first game Liang Hean lost miserably, the second game was still a disastrous defeat, the third game, the fourth game...

Qi Yuan turned his head to look at Liang Hean's glasses and cheeks illuminated by the screen, his persistent frowning made him feel distressed and cute.

"Huh." In the last hand, Qi Yuan slowed down a bit, allowing Liang He'an to win.

Liang Hean grabbed the little black cat, rubbed it vigorously in his arms, and after rubbing it, he pulled Qi Yuan's arm, expressing that he wanted to fight again.

Qi Yuan smiled and shook his head.

On the TV screen, the game clips played in turn made the place in front of me bright.

Qi Yuan waited for Liang He'an's mood to stabilize a little, then turned sideways, leaned his head and kissed each other's lips.

Liang He'an also quickly kissed Qi Yuan back, just like the countless kisses he had received, from cautious and tentative to passionate.

"I love you," Qi Yuan took off Liang He'an's glasses and threw them aside, "very special love."

Liang He'an nodded slightly, hugged Qi Yuan's neck tightly, panted with his eyes closed, and said, "I love you too, very special love."

Liang He'an seemed to be ignited by Qi Yuan's kiss, let go of the little black cat, turned over and threw Qi Yuan down.

In a small place scattered with game discs and cushions, he savored Qi Yuan's taste carefully.

The back of the CD protective case on Qi Yuan's back was crushed, he felt pain but also very happy, so he waved his arms to clean up the messy place next to him, and pushed Liang He'an back to lie down.

The taste of Liang He'an is back.

Qi Yuan kissed down, and then down, he touched every inch of Liang He'an's skin, he couldn't stop no matter what.

On the screen, the game clips are still playing back, and the Japanese female voice is soft and charming.

His fingertips slid across Liang Hean's neck, shoulder blades, side waist, lower abdomen... and finally stopped on the thigh.

As reminded by Zhong Mutian before, when he was taking a bath the night before, he had carefully noticed that Liang Hean's thigh did have some marks left by being stabbed with a pen.

The traces are like stars, flowers and insects, dreams, and pain.

Qi Yuan kissed there, Liang Hean raised his neck and groaned.

Qi Yuan felt that he probably wanted to refuse, but he accepted the status quo in his heart.

"I love you," Qi Yuan said while kissing the ink marks on Liang He'an's leg, "No matter what you are."

……

After a hoarse cry, Qi Yuan fell on Liang He'an's chest.

The TV screen was still flickering, Qi Yuan turned down the sound after touching the remote control, so there were only colorful light strips running around in the living room.

Liang Hean breathed steadily, with a long-lost smile on his face.

Qi Yuan kissed his forehead and then covered him with a quilt from the bedroom.

As for himself, he put on his pajamas, and looked for the CD that Nie Yingjun sent over at noon in a pile of crushed CDs.

A transparent case with a gold disc and "MyLove" written on the back in black marker.

Qi Yuan guessed that Liang He'an's super follower Zhong Mutian had collected and sorted it out himself, and he couldn't help laughing.

He opened the ps round cover, put in the CD, and after the machine started, there was a few seconds of snowflakes, followed by Liang He'an from his youth.

It seemed like a culinary competition for teenagers.

Liang He'an is the smallest among them, but stands in the most dazzling place.

Compared with the current Liang He'an, when he was young, he had slightly long hair, no glasses, and a very bright smile, but his body was still thin.

Qi Yuan poured a beer for himself, and smiled at the boy on the screen.

"I won the first prize in the Global Chinese Youth Group, do you have anything to say?"

On the screen, a woman wearing a short woolen skirt that was popular 20 years ago held up a wired microphone and asked the boy Liang Hean.

Young Liang Hean smiled, showing his white and lovely front teeth, and said, "My dream is to be like my father and be a very good chef!"

"it is good……"

After a burst of applause, the screen switched to the smaller Liang Hean and his family.

In the open-air shooting scene, Liang Hean, wearing a big red ribbon, was trying to use a children's version of a knife to deal with an eel lying on a chopping board.

Qi Yuan smiled and watched the people on TV, and felt that compared with his peers, the child seemed much more mature and stable.

This kind of maturity seems a little abnormal, but since it is Liang He'an, he still thinks it is cute.

He just watched this CD over and over again, sometimes rubbing the cat that came to warm him up, and sometimes turning around to look at Liang He'an in his sleep.

Qi Yuan tried to use all the clues he knew to piece together a complete lover, but he knew that unless the person opened his heart to him.

Otherwise, he still doesn't know anything.

In the early morning, Qi Yuandi watched the clip of Liang Hean participating in the culinary art competition many times, and there were already empty beer cans around him.

Liang Hean's curled up legs moved, and the little black cat seized the opportunity to get into his bed.

Liang Hean was woken up, looked at the still flickering light in the room, got up and sat beside Qi Yuan wrapped in a quilt.

Qi Yuan put his head against Liang Hean's side face, and the two watched the screen quietly together.

Several times, Qi Yuan could clearly feel that Liang Hean had a tendency to speed up his heartbeat. He thought, whoever saw the video after hours would feel a little bit embarrassing about blushing and beating heartbeat.

"Where did you get it?" Liang He'an didn't seem to blame Qi Yuan in his tone.

"Where is your admirer." Qi Yuan replied.

"Zhong Mutian?" Liang Hean slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah." Qi Yuan admitted: "I wanted to watch it alone, but you were so awesome when you were young. You actually won several children's cooking awards, and they were all No. 1?"

"Ha." Liang Hean hugged Qi Yuan tightly, "Want to hear my story?"

"Do you want to talk?"

"Well," Liang He'an nodded, his eyes shifted from the screen to Qi Yuan, after another night, he was healed by Qi Yuan again, he was in a good mood, "My childhood dream was to be a chef..."

Qi Yuan didn't make a sound, and waited quietly.

"People in our family seem to have the talent to be a chef in their genes. Since I was a child, I especially like watching my father cook. Who is he, since you can get these, you should also hear from him. ?”

Qi Yuan nodded slightly.

"The well-known Liang Dongzhi is my father. He bought children's kitchen utensils for me to learn to cook when I was very young. It's not the kind of girl who plays house, but can really cook. I especially happy."

Looking at the sunny smile of the little boy on the screen, Qi Yuan turned around and kissed Liang Hean's side face, encouraging him to continue talking.