When the alarm clock rang for the second time, Le Zhicai finally woke up a little from the heavy sleepiness. He closed his eyes, stretched out his arms and searched for a long time without any method. He finally touched the phone and poked at the screen for a long time before turning it off.

Alarm clock.

Still unconscious, he squinted his eyes to see what time it was. He pressed the side button in confusion, and the screen lit up, which read 9:03. He was originally going to sleep for a while, but he suddenly realized that the screen saver seemed a bit unfamiliar.

Only then did he realize that it was Song Yu's cell phone.

Their mobile phones have the same model and color. Even the mobile phone cases are the same. Le Zhishi bought them based on Song Yu's.

It's just that his screensaver is his favorite anime character, and the screen saver of this phone is a photo. The photo above is a sunset by Lingbomen Lake, with bright gold fragments scattered in the sparkling light.

He was obviously still confused, but this photo alone touched the soft spot in Le Zhishi's heart. What he saw seemed not to be the lake, nor the sunset, but Song Yu sitting alone on a bench by the lake.

How he felt when he took this photo, I dare not think about it.

The bedroom only had a thin layer of pure white curtains, and a little bit of the autumn sunshine filtered in, filling the entire space. Put down the phone, Le Zhishi got back into the quilt again, Song Yu lay on his side, his sleeping face was very calm,

But he was gentler than usual. Le Zhi was very close to him, quietly staring at the face he had looked up to since childhood.

He never thought that Song Yu would like him. This was an option that had been ruled out early on in his secular concepts and ethical rules as a younger brother. But the strange thing was that Le Zhishi didn't think that Song Yu would like anyone else. He was born with a child.

A cold and handsome face, self-disciplined, excellent, and unsmiling, should be a person who is sought after by others, but will never stop for anyone.

But this person stayed for him for so many years.

He obviously said "just stand there and wait for me", but he still dared not move forward and became the one who really waited there.

Not wanting to wake him up, Le Zhi half-lifted his body, moved very gently towards Song Yu, and pressed his lips against Song Yu's. The original plan was to give him a short good morning kiss, but because of reluctance, he paused for a few seconds longer, and ended up losing it.

Handed.

Song Yu's arms went around his back at some point, held his lower back, turned him over, pressed him on the soft bed and deepened the kiss.

His other hand pressed Le Zhishi's wrist against the pillow. When Le Zhishi closed his eyes, he inserted his fingers between his fingers and interlocked with his fingers forcefully.

Le Zhi called him "brother" intermittently during the kiss, with soft monosyllables coming out of his nose. His hand that was not held was placed on Song Yu's back, and his fingers grabbed the fabric of his cotton pajamas. He enjoyed it very much.

The feeling of Song Yu's weight pressing on her body was like a very safe package, with no gaps, as if no one could separate him.

When it reached a certain level, Song Yu retreated when it was time to stop.

Le Zhi gasped, "When did you wake up? I don't even know..."

Song Yu kissed the side of his neck very softly, his voice still a little hoarse, "When the alarm clock rings."

"You're so good at pretending to be asleep." Le Zhishi's tone was a little bit like a child's complaint about being deceived. He shrank his neck and pushed Song Yu's chest with his hands, "You're just waiting for me to secretly kiss you, right? Isn't that special?

proud?"

Song Yu raised his body, pinched Le Zhishi's face with his index finger and thumb, and his lips were squeezed out by the cheek flesh. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, and said honestly: "I didn't wait. I didn't expect it."

Le Zhishi's heart was so soft that when he let go, he hugged Song Yu's arm and told him not to think about it in the future, and then asked him if he had slept well last night.

"Yes." Song Yu stroked Le Zhishi's slightly curly forehead, "I fell asleep quickly holding you in my arms."

On the first day of his nineteenth birthday, Song Yu had a good and solid sleep, and he felt very satisfied when he was happy, as if this indicated that he and Song Yu would be very lucky in the coming year.

But soon he overturned this omen in his mind and thought again. He could give up all the good luck and give it all to Song Yu.

Apart from being with Song Yu, Le Zhishi almost never stayed in bed, and he learned the habit of being self-disciplined and arriving early from Song Yu. But sleeping in the same bed with him, Le Zhishi especially liked to waste time.

Reluctantly, he made an appointment to have dinner with everyone at noon. As the birthday boy, he couldn't be late under any circumstances.

After washing up, Le Zhi took off his shirt. He suddenly remembered that he was wearing fluffy pajamas when he came from the dormitory and could not wear them outside, so he stood beside the bed blankly. Song Yu saw the dots of red marks on his body.

The pain spread from his neck to his chest. Although he had obviously restrained his strength, it still left traces.

He turned aside his eyes, found a black shirt and trousers from the closet, and handed them to him.

Le Zhishi's waist was small, so Song Yu guessed that the size of his pants might not fit, so he went downstairs to get the belt he had untied and thrown underneath last night.

The scene in the living room was a bit more chaotic than he imagined, with clothes scattered all over the floor and glasses dropped on the carpet. Normally, this would be completely intolerable to Song Yu.

He picked up the glasses and put them on the cabinet, and put away the clothes. When he saw the marks on the black sweater, he cleared his throat subconsciously, picked up all the clothes and threw them into the washing machine.

He took the belt and went up to the bedroom door. Le Zhishi was humming quietly, shaking the large quilt with both hands, bending down to make the bed carefully. He only wore the black shirt Song Yu gave him, a pair of thin and straight ones.

Her long legs were exposed, and her bare feet were on the carpet.

Song Yu knocked on the bedroom door, and when Le Zhicai suddenly turned his head, he laughed as soon as he saw him.

"Why don't you wear pants?" Song Yu withdrew his eyes from his legs and stared at Le Zhishi's face.

"Wait for your belt, otherwise it will fall down." Le Zhishi straightened the bed and spread out one hand to show him, like a child who folds his quilt after lunch break in kindergarten and waits for praise from the teacher, "Look."

Song Yu threw the belt on the bed and ordered him to get dressed in a serious tone. He paused for a moment and asked one more question, "Do you also wear this in the dormitory?"

Le Zhishi sat by the bed and put on his pants, "How is that possible? The dormitory is very cold."

Is this the point?

Song Yu walked to the closet with some helplessness, found an off-white woolen sweater that Le Zhi could wear, and repeated, "Don't wear it like this outside."

"I know." Le Zhi said in a low voice, fastened his belt, and promised himself, "I will definitely not catch a cold or have a fever again."

Listening to his unconscious words, Song Yu even wondered if this person was the one who made him make mistakes last night.

"But my throat hurts a little when I wake up in the morning, and I always want to cough." Le Zhishi raised his head, touched his Adam's apple, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know why."

Song Yu cleared his throat unnaturally, thinking of some very inappropriate scenes.

"Drink more water." He said useless nonsense.

"The cuff buttons are gold, they look good." Le Zhishi raised his hand to look at the cuffs of his shirt, then put it down again, looking at himself in the mirror, "I have been very busy since school started, and I haven't cut my hair for a long time. It's so long.

Already."

When Song Yu looked at Le Zhi in the mirror, his slightly curly brown forehead hair covered his cheekbones. The right hair was pulled behind the ear. The tail of the hair at the back was also longer, and the mole on the back of his neck was looming. Le Zhi

Shi Ban lowered his head, clasping the loose wool sweater covering his body with his thin white fingers. His eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, and the collar of his shirt was half open, revealing the faint red mark on his collarbone.

Compared to the previous image of a young man who was always full of energy, Le Zhi, who was wearing his clothes at the moment, seemed to have a subtler sense of laziness after his desires were satisfied.

He walked over and buttoned the black shirt to the top button for Le Zhishi.

"It's hard to breathe like this." Le Zhishi was not very cooperative.

"It's easy to get asthma if your throat gets cold." Song Yu found a more reasonable reason for his desire for exclusivity.

The agreed time was twelve o'clock. The restaurant was booked by Jiang Yufan. It was a Hunan restaurant that Le Zhishi liked very much. He sent a message to Song Yu in the morning and said that Le Zhishi had not returned to the dormitory all night.

Song Yu replied that he knew, and drove over with Le Zhishi.

Arriving downstairs at the restaurant, Le Zhishi took off his safety belt and went out in a hurry, but Song Yu didn't open the door directly, "Wait a minute."

He opened a storage box at hand, took out a very exquisite navy blue velvet gift box, and handed it to Le Zhishi.

"What is this?" Le Zhishi took it and looked at Song Yu.

"Birthday gift." Song Yu answered simply.

When Le Zhi opened it, he found that it was a very delicate mechanical watch with a sapphire tempered glass mirror. The dial had radial ripples, like lake water, reflecting a very light cold blue luster in the sun. The scales and hour and minute hands were all silvery white and thin.

The long second hand is a beautiful navy blue.

"It looks good." Le Zhishi's eyes lit up. He picked up the watch, turned it over and saw that the brand was very familiar. He grabbed Song Yu's hand again, "Is this the brand of the watch I bought for you?

"

But what he gave was obviously much more expensive.

"Yes." Song Yu took the watch and put it on Le Zhishi. The dial he chose matched the thickness of his wrist. After looking at it, he nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with the results of his selection for many days, "It suits well."

you."

"I am also a boy with a watch!" Le Zhishi took it further away and looked at Song Yu again, "Isn't this expensive?"

"Not bad." Song Yu asked him if he liked it, and he nodded excitedly, "Yes." In fact, even if Song Yu gave him a printed greeting card, he would happily put it on his desk and read it every day.

.

"This is definitely more expensive than the one I gave you." Le Zhishi pursed her lips, "When I make money, I'll buy you a better one, okay?"

"Need not."

Le Zhishi seemed to be afraid that he would not be able to afford it, so he immediately said: "I will become a lawyer in the future and I can make a lot of money."

"I know, young lawyer." Song Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked down at the watch he had worn on his wrist for many years, "But this one is very good."

Le Zhi held his wrist. The watch he gave him was still the same as new, with almost no signs of wear. The black dial exuded a faint porcelain light. After nine years, he received the same brand watch given by Song Yu. The watch is like a long and solemn response.

"Does this count as a couple?" He looked at Song Yu and smiled.

"Forget it." Song Yu touched his cheek and took him out of the car.

The birthday party was attended by very close friends, most of whom were from W University. In the evening, they would have dinner with their families. He and Song Yu walked into the box and saw Qin Yan who was already sitting inside. Jiang Yufan, they both brought their girlfriends.

When Jiang Yufan saw Le Zhi, he said, "Lele, you are here. Shen Mi and Senior Nan Jia just went out to buy milk tea, and then Xiaocheng couldn't come. His mother was sick and he rushed back to take care of her."

Xiaocheng was the roommate who accompanied Le Zhishi to buy instant noodles. Le Zhishi nodded and asked another roommate, "What about Brother Yang?"

"He was asked to do some work by the instructor, which must have been quite stressful."

Qin Yan snorted, "The instructor likes to treat obedient freshmen like you. It's okay. Just wait for another year." He looked at Song Yu, "You two came together? Your brother asked you to pick him up. He's gone."
To be continued...