Because the chrysanthemum was so spicy, Chen Chuan could only lie on the bed. He first used different trumpets to top a few comments on Lu Yuanyuan's Weibo, and then fought with the sunspots for hundreds of rounds. The fingers poked on the finger screen and "snapped", poked and poked, I don't know how to poke into the contact, and dialed Song Youning's phone.

Chen Chuan was stunned by himself and hurriedly wanted to hang up the phone. That's when the phone was answered.

"Hey, Chen Chuan, is there something wrong?" Song Youning's side was the wind of "huhu", and he thought he was by the river.

"It's nothing." Chen Chuan scratched his head, not knowing what to ask, so he simply asked, "Have you eaten?" Before he knew it, his address to the big boss had long since changed from "you" to "you".

"Eat." There was no emotion in Song Youning's voice.

Chen Chuan was a little cramped, and he didn't know what to say, and he said, "What are you eating?" After asking this question, Chen Chuan really wanted to delete his slap, whether he would chat or not, what kind of bullshit was asked.

"Hot pot."

"What a coincidence, so am I." Chen Chuan, who couldn't chat, smirked twice.

Song Youning finally laughed, and after a short silence, he said, "I'm in Chaotianmen, not far from you, is it convenient to come out?" ”

Chen Chuan lives in the Liberation Monument, which is indeed very close to Chaotianmen. So he didn't hesitate for a moment, and blurted out: "Convenient, convenient, then I'll come to you now." ”

Song Youning stood on the dock for a long time, and it was surprisingly cold by the Yangtze River in December. He didn't even tie a scarf, the whistling cold wind went straight into people's necks, but he didn't feel anything, he lit a cigarette for himself, but he didn't smoke, just looked at the river and looked out, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Because it is a cold winter, there are not many tourists on the pier. Three, three, two, two. When Chen Chuan found Song Youning, a cigarette between his fingers had not yet burned out. There was a faint smell of tobacco lingering on his body.

Chen Chuan was a little worried about whether Yue Qingchuan would also be there, but fortunately, Song Youning was the only one on the dock.

At this time, two whistles sounded on the river, and several cruise ships that had completed a circle slowly docked. The female voice on the radio reminded the tourists on the pier that there was still one last train on the two rivers cruise.

"Want to take a boat?" Song Youning extinguished the cigarette in his hand and asked.

"Okay!" Regarding the big boss's suggestion, of course, Chen Chuan only agreed.

Song Youning nodded, raised his feet and was about to buy a ticket. But before he could turn around, he was stopped by Chen Chuan.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" How can you let the big boss make a move when it comes to buying tickets! Chen Chuan grabbed in front of Song Youning, took out his wallet and ran to the ticket office to buy a ticket. In order to match Song and Ning's compulsion, Chen Chuan gritted his teeth and bought the two most expensive tickets.

After two more whistles, the boat slowly sailed out of the dock.

On the top floor of the cruise ship, Chen Chuan was lying on the railing, looking at the night view across the river and was particularly excited: "Wow, I never knew that the Yangtze River could be so narrow." The Yangtze River in my hometown is wide and wide, and I can't see the end at a glance. ”

"Your hometown is also by the river?" This was the first time Song Youning had heard Chen Chuan mention his home.

Hearing the word "also", Chen Chuan asked, "Boss, do you also live by the river?" ”

Song Youning said: "Right here, I stayed for sixteen years from birth to departure. ”

"Haha, that's a coincidence!" Chen Chuan smiled, "You live at the head of the Yangtze River, I live at the end of the Yangtze River, I think about you every day and don't see you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together." It turns out that I have been drinking river water with my boss for 16 years. ”

"How can there be 16 years?" Song Yuning corrected, "It's obviously only nine years. ”

"Thirty-one minus twenty-four equals seven, sixteen minus seven, yes, nine years." Chen Chuan folded his fingers and calculated, and smiled even deeper, "No matter how many years, this is also fate!" The cruise ship slowly passed by Hongya Cave, looking at the row of buildings on the riverbank, Chen Chuan opened his mouth wide, "Wow, so beautiful!" His vocabulary is scarce, and he can only use it to describe the shock in his heart.

Chen Chuan's eyes were the brightly lit Hongya Cave on the shore, while Song Youning's eyes were the boys beside him. Looking at Chen Chuan, who was shouting, he silently recited: "Fate? "It's really fate, you can hit him twice in a car crash, and the probability is ridiculously low.

Song Youning's voice was very small, but it still got into Chen Chuan's ears, he turned his head and blinked: "Fate is the feces of the orangutan, we must have stepped on the same piece of feces in our previous lives." ”

Song Youning laughed and reached out to rub Chen Chuan's head. Chen Chuan's hair was very short, and the furry hair was tied in the palm of his hand, so he couldn't help but rub it twice.

"Big boss, your hands are so cold." Song Youning heard Chen Chuan say, which made him stunned for a moment, and he wanted to withdraw his hand in embarrassment, but at this moment, he saw Chen Chuan untie the scarf and wrap it around his neck, "There is no heating in the south, so you can't wear it like in the north." ”

Chen Chuan's body temperature was still left on the scarf, and the warm touch was like the sunshine in March, Song Youning was stunned, and after a few seconds, he asked, "Aren't you cold yourself?" ”

"I have rough skin and thick flesh ......" As soon as he took off the scarf, he was really a little uncomfortable, Chen Chuan involuntarily shrunk his neck, "I can bear it." ”

"Are you saying I'm not as good as you?" Song Youning chuckled, "Come here!" ”

"Huh?" Chen Chuan didn't understand what Song Youning meant.

Looking at the stupid Chen Chuan, Song Youning couldn't help but pull him in front of him, untied a scarf, and also wrapped it around Chen Chuan's neck: "Isn't it that neither of you will be cold?" ”

"But ......" But this action is so ambiguous, Chen Chuan is stunned, he is half a head shorter than Song Youning, so when he stops, Song Youning's chin is on his ear, and the exhaled air flow is all on his eyebrows, which makes him overwhelmed, and his mouth is dry for a while.

"You're nervous?" Song Youning behind him said lightly.

"Nope." Chen Chuan flatly denied it.

"Then why is your heart beating so fast?" A hand came around from behind and pressed on his left chest, which made Chen Chuan's heart beat faster.

"That's because ......" Chen Chuan, who couldn't find an excuse, was short of breath and wanted to escape from Song Youning's arms, but his whole person was locked between the railings, and there was no room for escape.

"Because of what?" Song Youning's cold fingers pressed against Chen Chuan's chin and turned his face ninety degrees.

"Because you're so handsome, big boss." Chen Chuan had an idea, hoping that this sycophant could relieve a little embarrassment. Song and Ning responded with a deeper answer, his fingers lifting Chen Chuan's chin and grabbing the two lipes that had opened in surprise.

This kiss was gentle and long, which made Chen Chuan's brain in a state of death due to lack of oxygen. And before he died, he seemed to hear the last cry from his brain: "It's over, I seem to have bent off!" ”