Yellow plums are sweeter than green plums

Duan Qiuming's voice sounded a little tired in the closed space of the high-speed rail: "Are you full?"

Without the expected answer, a plum without a mouth can't speak.The little guy, who had been soaked in enough water vapor and had a soft luster, felt more thirsty when he stared at Duan Qiuming's obvious Adam's apple.Strange thoughts emerged one after another, and she could only hide her guilty conscience and retreat into the man's palm, unable to calm down in the warm touch for a long time.

It was already late at night when we got home. Although the streets were sparsely populated, the dizzying lights along the street still flickered so that the boy couldn't tell whether it was night or day.Everything here is not like the small village that becomes dark as soon as the sun goes down, and there is nothing similar to the small hillside that enjoys the light and nourishment wantonly.Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about getting lost. Duan Qiuming's pockets were full of security, and the panic of being abandoned along the way gradually dissipated as he got closer to the man's house.The man's body temperature through the clothes dilutes Xiao Qingmei's confusion and uneasiness in the unfamiliar environment.

The first thing I did when I entered the door was to put the little guy on the coffee table, and felt him trembling uncontrollably when he touched the glass tabletop, and immediately realized that he was too cold.Put it in the palm of your hand and rub it for a while, look around the room, and then put it on the soft sofa.

The remaining water mist from the small watering can replenished Xiao Qingmei’s energy at the end of the journey. After tidying up the large and small bags of food that she brought with her in the kitchen, she came out to see a tired-looking teenager curled up on the sofa, beating Looking intently at this room where only Duan Qiuming lives alone, every corner looks clean, but there is a cold feeling of living alone.

The soft-looking hair is a little more messy than when I first saw it today, probably messed up in the pocket, and it adds a soft texture to the face that has no features other than delicate.The wrinkled clothes can hardly conceal the scenery of the waist, even if it is blocked by the obediently curled up legs, you can still vaguely see the pale belly, which rises and falls in a very small range amidst the sound of relaxed breathing .One trouser leg was also pushed to the knee position, and the eyes swept up the slippers to see a slender calf.Standing at the door of the kitchen staring at him for a few seconds, watching the young man half-squinting his eyes gradually closing.

Difficult to be sleepy and unguarded, Duan Qiuming looked at the boy's body that was completely different from his own, swallowed unconsciously, his eyes gradually became dark, and walked towards the sleeping person.Resisting the drowsiness, the young man turned over gently, and the clothes around his waist were rubbed up again. In a trance, he felt the man's fingers touching his body.

The skin that was in direct contact with the air felt a little chilly, but the man's fingertips were warm. He carefully helped the defenseless boy pull up his clothes, and carefully arranged the short pants to his ankles.The pair of slippers with extremely uncoordinated color schemes came off the soles of his feet. Duan Qiuming brought the boy a pair of cotton slippers that he only wears in winter. The soft artificial fur can even wrap the heels tightly.

In fact, the boy's shoes are a bit too big for him, but it seems that these shoes will make his cold feet more comfortable.

The sofa is not a suitable place to sleep. I tentatively put my arms through his neck and knees, and gently embraced him and leaned against his arms softly, which was lighter than I imagined.Probably because he was exhausted all the way, the boy leaned his head in the crook of his arms and couldn't exert any strength. His slightly parted lips were breathing at an extremely slow rate. This kind of refreshing soda candy smells sweet and clear, dispelling Duan Qiuming's idea of ​​taking him to the bathroom.

Put him on the bed in the guest room, and found the humidifier that had only been used a few times from the cabinet.This was when he first joined the job. The principal heard that he was a gift given to him by a southerner. The dense water vapor would not be of much use to Mr. Duan, who was used to the dry climate in the north, but it was necessary for the young man. I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning and find a dried plum under the quilt.

After going to the bathroom to take a shower, I boiled a pot of hot water, and waited for the water to cool down while preparing for tomorrow's class.When the water was not so hot, the clock on the wall pointed to the early morning, and the drowsiness slowly hit. Duan Qiuming at the desk put the open textbook aside, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes lightly, and tested the water temperature. He got up and quietly walked to the boy's room.

Originally thinking that the boy needed water, and he would inevitably drink water when he got up in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to open the door and meet a pair of resentful eyes in the moonlight room.Putting down the kettle and turning on the light, he saw that the young man covered most of his face under the quilt, his eyes revealed grievances, and he didn't seem to be asleep. Seeing Duan Qiuming's suspicious eyes, he quickly got up from the bed.

"Do you want to leave me here alone?"