Mist

After having dinner at Ji's house, during the rainy season, carrying Dahei and Xiaohei brought by Erhei and his sister-in-law, he drove back to his home.

Three cat bags are placed on the back seat, and the cats make soft calls from time to time. Every time the cat goes out in the rainy season, it is like dragging a pet shop.

Park the car in the underground parking lot, carrying a cat bag, holding one in each hand.

Stepping into the elevator during the rainy season, I just met the neighbor’s wife for a walk home.

"Xiao Ji!" The other party greeted him warmly when they saw him, "I'm back from a business trip? I've been here for a long time!"

Nodding politely during the monsoon: "Yes."

The neighbor’s wife kindly helped him and took a cat bag for him. They went upstairs together and waited for the monsoon rain to free up and open the door before leaving.

During the rainy season, the cats were released from their bags. All three cats ran to every corner of the house with small steps. The mats stepped on the floor, causing a small tremor in their throats.

During the monsoon rain, he endured it for two seconds, stood up and went back to the door, looking out of the cat's eye.

The lights were still on in the quiet corridor, no one was standing in front of his house staring at the house, and there was no one in the corridor.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

The cats are hungry.

As on many nights when living alone, three cat food bowls were cleaned during the monsoon rains, cat food and cans were poured, and new cat litter was poured. After doing this, he walked into the bathroom and took a good bath to relax.

Reason, fear, and panic make headaches during the monsoon rains.

Since returning to Ningcheng, various sensory, psychological, and physical sensations have also made him feel confused and at a loss as to what to do. He was soaked in the bathtub, wrapped in warm water, and his thoughts still failed to get better after more than ten minutes.

Fortunately, for more than ten years, he has been very used to this symptom.

With the sound of water, I got up from the bathtub during the monsoon rain and walked to the mirror cabinet to find the medicine I had prepared at home.

There are not many medicines.

Before leaving for Jiangcheng, he had filled the medicine box and took it away, and the medicine box... was still with Song Qinglan.

Maybe it was because I had a good heart. Just when I took out a pill during the monsoon rains, a phone call came in.

The display on the mirror cabinet shows a string of numbers-although I have only seen it once, I remember that this string of numbers is Song Qinglan's number during the rainy season.

The two hadn't contacted after bidding farewell to Jiangcheng, and it had been a whole day at this time. When he entered a state of love at first, he didn't have the self-consciousness to be with each other during the monsoon rains. Even if Song Qinglan contacted him in a few days, he might not care.

But the moment this number appeared, he still realized that he had started a relationship, and his heart felt warm.

During the rainy season: "Hello?"

Song Qinglan's voice came from the other end of the phone, with only two short and neat words: "Open the door."

The young and nice male voice echoed in the bathroom, across the telephone line, across the distance between Jiangcheng and Ningcheng.

Did not react during the monsoon rain: "What?"

Song Qinglan seemed to laugh, and said: "I ordered a takeaway for you. It's almost here. You can open the door to get it now."

During the rainy season, he was startled, and when he answered "OK", he hung up and wiped himself dry.

Not wanting others to wait too long, he put on his bathrobe and walked quickly to the door of the house, habitually looking at the cat's eyes to confirm the identity of the visitor.

The sight of the cat's eyes was blocked by a pile of boxes and pockets, and the visitors were waiting patiently holding the stacked objects.

Opened the door immediately during the rainy season: "Excuse me..."

"Excuse me?"

The familiar voice that had just appeared on the phone appeared, cutting off his words.

The person holding the box and pocket is tall and has a face with deep facial features.

This time it was really stunned during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan's dark eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She was standing outside the door and staring at the monsoon rain: "Sorry to hang up your boyfriend and captain's phone when you hear the takeaway?"

Uncontrollable surprise on the face during the rainy season: "Why are you here? Don't you want to be with your family?"

Song Qinglan stepped into the room: "It's okay to see a face-to-face report. They are so busy flying around the world, how can I be with me?"

During the rainy season, he closed the door and quickly followed Song Qinglan to help put the things he brought on the ground.

"Furthermore, I'm still upset at home." Song Qinglan continued the topic just now, with a playful tone, "I always feel like I can't watch it anymore. Someone is about to run away."

During the rainy season: "...that's not enough."

People with previous convictions are not convincing, he knows.

"Who knows." Song Qinglan was still in the dust, still wearing the same clothes that they were parting in the morning, and did not have time to change. "You can run away in two minutes before and after. It's been more than ten hours. I have to hurry up. Brush your presence in front of you, otherwise why would you be willing to come back for me?"

The air-conditioning in the room is full.

When Song Qinglan came, she seemed to have brought the hustle and bustle outside and the heat waves of summer.

His unconcealed sense of oppression that is directly related to the existence of the sky, let this quiet house, let the world during the monsoon, have a world of fireworks.

I haven't seen you for more than ten hours, and I didn't feel anything when we were apart.

At this time, when the two saw each other, they saw each other right in front of their eyes, only to realize that they missed wildly.

During the rainy season, I only wore a bathrobe, with a towel on my shoulders, and my hair was still wet. It looked like I had just taken a shower. He wore a yukata belt casually around his waist, and his eyebrows and eyes were as if bleeded, refreshing and not stained with dust.

The whole person appeared defenseless.

Song Qinglan's throat rolled and suddenly said, "I am dirty."

A thoughtless sentence made Monsoon puzzled: "What?"

"I want to hug you." Song Qinglan looked down at him with a forbearing tone, "but I walked a lot today."

I love to be clean during the rainy season, and I will be unhappy even if I am wrapped in a dirty blanket when it is freezing. As everyone knows, hearing the three words "want to hug you", his heartbeat has been out of rhythm.

"Swish—"

A soft sound caught Song Qinglan's attention.

He turned his head and saw that a group of black shadows lightly jumped onto the cat climbing frame. It was a black cat with black fur all over. Looking at it again, two small round lanterns were still lit under the dim cabinet at the entrance. I don't know when there was already a cat crawling there quietly, observing the stranger in secret.

Song Qinglan lowered her head when she swept over something near her calf, only to find that there was a black cat at the feet of the two of them.

The cat is completely dark and has no variegated color. It is a type that can be perfectly concealed by hiding in the dark. Its two eyes are large and round, and they are dark amber in the night light. At this time, it was gently sweeping their calves with its tail, tilting its head curiously while trying to attract attention, and meowing at the male human who had just entered the door.

The three black cats match wonderfully with the quiet temperament during the monsoon.

"I'm in the cat litter." Knowing that it is different from seeing it with my own eyes, Song Qinglan is so angry and funny when he sees these "three boyfriends", "Three boyfriends?"

Song Qinglan picked up the black cat at her feet with a big hand, and it didn't move either. It didn't struggle, but even yelled "meow", acting like a baby.

"I'm not afraid of people." Song Qinglan complained when one person and one cat looked at each other, "Which one often keeps you out of breath?"

Dahei is usually the one who is most afraid of people. When I saw Song Qinglan, it became so intimate, even during the monsoon rains: "If you don't close the bedroom door at night, all three are possible."

Da Hei seemed to be rubbed very comfortably by Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan only rubbed it a few times, and it grunted comfortably, and it was really clingy and cute.

The big man's love suddenly burst, Song Qinglan opened a cardboard box he had brought, digs out cat snacks and fed it to Da Hei: "What boyfriend is this?"

"Number One," said during the rainy season, "it's called Dahei."

"Why, the other two are called Erhei Xiaohei?" Song Qinglan asked, nodding when he saw Jiyu, and he burst into laughter, "You are too casual."

"The name is just a code name." Replied when the rainy season, "The name is actually not very different."

Half of the cardboard boxes Song Qinglan brought were toys and snacks for cats. According to him, these "predecessors" should be prepared for the first meeting. The other boxes and pockets are for things to buy during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan categorized everything and put them all under the guidance of the monsoon rains.

On weekdays, the domineering and domineering Song team started housework without any ambiguity.

"How to buy so much?" asked after him during the rainy season.

"Your refrigerator is the poorest refrigerator I have ever seen." Song Qinglan said, "Don't you remember that expired egg last time?"

During the rainy season: "..."

How could I not remember.

Song Qinglan bought these things in Jiangcheng and brought them back. In fact, he can buy them in Ningcheng during the rainy season, but he also knows that this is different.

This situation usually happens when Ji Minyue or Aunt Su arrives.

The more Ji Min had obsessive-compulsive disorder, before leaving Ji's family that day, he said that he would send supplies to him during the monsoon rain the next day, so that he would not starve to death when he stayed at home.

While sending Song Qinglan to sort it out, he sent more information to Ji Min during the rainy season: [I don’t have to give me food tomorrow. ]

Ji Minyue: [How? You want bigu? ]

During the rainy season, I was too lazy to type and took a photo directly at the kitchen.

Under the warm-toned sink chandelier, a man who was much taller than the refrigerator held the door of the refrigerator with one hand to check whether the category was missing. It was obviously a large refrigerator, which looked like a toy in front of him, and he couldn't take it out. The light hits his side face and outlines a stiff outline. A quick shot is a home magazine painting with perfect composition.

Ji Minyue: [Excuse me. ]

Ji Minyue: [Wait, you guys are going to sleep tonight? ! Can you? ]

In the monsoon rainy season, after sending the photo, my heart moved and I saved it.

After saving it, I saw Ji Minyue's message and typed three words blankly: [Sleep. ]

Then, he turned off his phone and didn't read Ji Minyue's yellow message anymore, and said to Song Qinglan, who was walking towards him after finishing his work, "Do you want to take a bath?"

There was a splash of water in the bathroom.

Song Qinglan wiped her hair and walked out of the bathroom. The towel in her hand was tight, and her head was suddenly pulled down.

Kissed directly during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan almost didn't hesitate, and immediately turned against the guest and pushed people to the wall.

There is no temptation and shame, unlike the state of ordinary young couples when they first get together, men are just like this directly and simply together.

This kiss is a bit intense, full of colliding male hormones.

"Tongue, full of taste buds, is an organ for humans to taste food, speak and communicate, and it is also the most powerful muscle in the whole body." This sentence came out of his mind untimely during the monsoon rains, making him feel like demonstrating it. Aroused the senses of the whole body, and responded desperately to the opponent's invasion.

Song Qinglan became more and more fierce, and the arms around her waist tightened during the monsoon rains, which caused pain during the monsoon rains.

In the quiet room, all the small sounds are infinitely amplified and can be heard clearly.

He is like a wild beast that breaks into the private ground during the monsoon rains. The politeness that he had previously disguised has disappeared, and he can only take care of his arbitrary predation.

His kiss went all the way down, half-closed eyes and raised his head during the monsoon rain, his slender neck was dazzling white in the shadow of the corridor.

When he was kissed to the earlobe, his fingers couldn't help grasping Song Qinglan's hair tightly, and there was a sound in his mouth.

Hearing this sound, Song Qinglan's body became stiff, and then she hugged the person without saying a word.

During the rainy season, he clung to Song Qinglan's shoulders, not daring to look into Song Qinglan's eyes, because he knew that there must be as many desires as himself.

Song Qinglan's hair towel fell to the ground and almost tripped under her feet. She kicked it all the way away, and the cat at the end of the corridor was startled.

"Meow!"

The meow sounds lonely in the suddenly quiet room.

Just like what they did after drowning last time, they hung on Song Qinglan during the monsoon rains and turned into a koala holding driftwood to survive.

Unfamiliar with the road conditions and not very able to see the road, Song Qinglan stumbled.

Only the night light was lit in the bedroom, which was what Song Qinglan remembered.

The sheets seemed to have just been changed, and Song Qinglan smelled a nice fragrance of detergent as soon as she put the person on it.

"You just changed the sheets?" Song Qinglan asked, lying on top of him.

"Yeah." During the rainy season, the neckline of the bathrobe loosened, and the white collarbone was unobstructed. He hooked Song Qinglan's neck with his beautiful hands, his eyes seemed to be able to speak.

Song Qinglan gave a low laugh, pulled the two long legs over and placed them on her waist, and then covered them again to continue the short-cut kiss.

This kiss is more special than ever before.

Song Qinglan hasn't put on his shirt yet, only wearing a pair of shorts that he found him during the monsoon rains, with a broad chest and strong chest and abdominal muscles, showing a honey-like luster under the orange night light—no one knows, appearance, personality and ability, Song Qinglan It is completely the ideal type during the monsoon rains, and it is simply rubbing against his natural preferences.

His hand went down.

Touch the elastic band and continue along the mermaid line.

Song Qinglan grabbed his hand abruptly, bit his earlobe breathlessly, and warned vaguely: "Are you sure?"

"Don't let me touch?" His complexion was flushed during the monsoon rains, and the coldness of the usual days had long been gone, but he still asked calmly, "Can you do it?"

He just wants Song Qinglan to know that they are not plato when they are gay.

Song Qinglan raised his hand to the top of his head, not only was not irritated, but also narrowed his eyes and said, "Counselor Ji, you have gone bad."

"I," said his heart beating wildly during the monsoon rain, "...you forgot, I was not a good person."

Song Qinglan felt quite reasonable after hearing this.

He didn't plan to do anything, but now he changed his mind. He wants to teach the stabbed consultant Ji to be a good man.

Song Qinglan didn't say much, she slammed hard, and almost bounced during the monsoon rains, and gave him a glance after reacting.

Then, the waist suddenly weakened during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan did the same thing as him.

Calmly asked: "Don't let you touch it? Can you do it?"

In an instant, everything faded away.

During the monsoon rain, the eardrum is like a layer of warm water, and nothing can be heard clearly.

…

The yukata was completely scattered, he bent his legs, blood spread across his chest, looking at the snow-white ceiling, his mind went blank.

He felt his hand being pulled away, pressing on a piece of hot water, Song Qinglan's voice was low and mute: "Help me."