Lang Yangyang: "How can you have dog snacks in the car?" ”

Zhuang Shuo: "I gave rhubarb and little black before, and I stuffed it in the drawer before I finished eating." ”

Started the car and hit the road, and neither of them spoke.

The words that had just been held were interrupted, and now there was no suitable opportunity to speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Lang Yangyang looked out the window and then at his phone.

Lang Yangyang looked at the control panel of the car, and Zhuang Shuo immediately said, "Listen to the song?" ”

"Okay."

Zhuang Shuo was driving, Lang Yangyang clicked on the music section of the panel, but he didn't see the song list, he didn't have a driver's license and couldn't drive, he didn't know much about these operations, and he didn't play music when he swiped around.

"I'll come." Zhuang Shuo said, stretching out a hand to get it.

Lang Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at the road ahead.

At the end of April, the night in the suburbs was quiet, with frogs already crowing in the rice paddies and unfamiliar music coming from the car stereo.

It's not a song that Lang Yangyang usually listens to, and he has definitely never shared it with his circle of friends.

"A dangerous journey is over, and I want to live a peaceful life with you."

"Go see the sunset."

Lang looked at the control panel.

It's "Sing a Song for You" from the band Pain Admiration.

The mellow and rugged voice of the lead singer is wanton, chic and romantic, and the simple and brisk rhythm coupled with the unique sound of the melodic organ makes people unconsciously move along with the rhythm.

Lang Yangyang turned his head to look at Zhuang Shuo.

Zhuang Shuo deliberately put this song on purpose, but after Lang Yangyang understood it, he had a feeling of shyness that Lu Zhi buried the flowers. He pretended not to know that Lang Yangyang was looking at him, and his fingers holding the steering wheel jumped, and he began to hum softly along to the music.

Zhuang Shuo is not a person who can sing, it all depends on feelings.

He hummed "Safina" softly like a jerky big boy.

and thirty-two years old, and rough man these words are temporarily separated, maybe when it comes to pure expression of love, everyone is the same, shy, apprehensive.

Because it's cherished enough.

It's like Zhuang Shuo finally dared to look at Lang Yangyang's eyes and softly sang the sentence "Only I know that you are precious".

Lang Yangyang pursed his lips and smiled, and then his eyes and nose were uncontrollably pantothenic, and when the tears slid down, Lang Yangyang didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

Zhuang Shuo quickly parked the car on the side of the road, and looked at Lang Yangyang, who was crying and laughing, so panicked that he was at a loss.

"Yangyang, Yangyang...... What happened to you? ”

Lang Yangyang didn't smile very well: "No, I'm just ......"

Kind of touched.

It turns out that a strong feeling of love is this feeling.

I want to cry because it's so rare.

It's like when he goes to interview with an assistant pastry chef with no formal work experience at all, and the pastry chef tastes what he makes.

She said, I know what kind of dessert you want to make, come on, work with me.

Zhuang Shuo stretched out his hand to wipe Lang Yangyang's tears, and his rough fingers brushed Lang Yangyang's delicate cheeks, like a tiger sniffing roses.

"Don't cry, I ......"

Lang Yangyang looked up and found that the faces of the two people were very close.

The moment they looked at each other, the mood of happiness and happiness still prevailed, and both of them sneered.

Lang Yangyang was embarrassed by the stupid behavior of crying and laughing just now, and smiled to find Zhuang Shuo's eyes, wanting to say that he didn't cry just now because he was unhappy.

But the next second when the eyes collided this time, Zhuang Shuo's soft lips with coolness kissed him involuntarily.

Lang Yangyang was knocked to the back of the seat, and Zhuang Shuo's aggressive kiss made Lang Yangyang's heart beat faster and his blood boiled.

Zhuang Shuo's hand to the back of his neck gave him a sense of security, and gradually relaxed his body and lips, from rough friction to intoxicating wet kisses in just three minutes.

People who love are born to be.

"Hmm......"

For Lei Gong, this was a special night, first went out to play in the afternoon, and ate a pot of fragrant beef in the evening.

Then I was almost forgotten by my father, and I got a teething stick from "Mom", and when I was grinding my teeth happily, my father suddenly cried, and I was startled and whined, but no one paid attention to it at all, until my father was close to him.

I was so tired that I was going to die, and when I got to the door, my father didn't go in, and Lei Gong, who was so tired that he couldn't even shake his tail.

Only when "Mom" was leaving, she said that she would take you out for two days and then shake it a few times with all her might.

"Bye-bye."

"Good night."

Zhuang Shuo shook his body slightly for no reason, "Then are we in love now?" ”

Lang Yangyang looked at the light on the ground: "Hmm." ”

"Good night!"

Lang Yangyang closed the door, holding the dog leash tightly in his hand for a long time. Then he suddenly squatted down and ravaged Lei Gong's dog head frantically, hugged him and barked in a low voice.

"Ahhh————h

"Ahhh

Lang Yangyang thought that he would be so excited that he would lose sleep at night, but the actual situation was that he fell asleep unconsciously while lying on the phone and chatting with Zhuang Shuo on the phone.

It's too late to even say when we'll see each other next.

Although Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo didn't take the initiative to tell anyone about their love, they knew everything they should know the next day.

In Yoyo's words, they have written the words "love" on the door of their heads.

After two days of short adaptation, Lang Yangyang felt that this was also very good.

At least the people around them are blessed with them.

Especially the second aunt, she was so happy that she was red-faced, even happier than if she was in love, and she was curious and afraid of disturbing the young couple who had just been together, so she had to inquire around the corner, and then exchanged information with Sister Xie over there.

On Friday night, Lang Yangyang went to deliver some bread and small biscuits to the second aunt, who said that Sunday was Zhuang Shuo's father's sixtieth birthday, and everyone went to the hotel for dinner together.

"Let's go too, it's time to go."

Lang Yangyang said: "Well, Zhuang Shuo has already told me. ”

The second aunt laughed at him: "Ouch, good, that's good." ”

When he returned home, Zhuang Shuo made a video call with him.

In the past two days, Zhuang Shuo Farm has been planting corn and repairing the gate of the farm dormitory, and Lang Yangyang is also busy developing new products.

Zhuang Shuo in the video has wet hair, he should have just taken a shower, and there is only one face in the camera.

Lang Yangyang smiled secretly, thinking that he must not have put on his clothes yet.

"Are you done?"

Zhuang Shuo smiled innocently: "Well, what about you?" ”

Lang Yangyang was still holding the computer in his arms, and said casually: "Not yet." Hey, I've found that after getting used to it, I don't think you look fierce anymore. ”

Zhuang Shuo had a towel around his neck, and when he smiled on his back, he stepped back a little, and his strong chest muscles appeared on Lang Yangyang's mobile phone screen.

came back after laughing and looked at the soft Lang Yangyang on the screen.

He said, "Because I'm smiling in front of you." ”

Chapter 22

"What about me? How did you feel when you first met me? Lang Yangyang asked pretending not to care.

Zhuang Shuo turned on the lamp on his desk and turned off the light in the room, and after thinking carefully for a long time, he held back a sentence.

"I was so nervous that my whole body was numb."

Lang Yangyang: "...... So your feeling is. ”

Zhuang Shuo: "I'm numb." ”

Lang Yangyang's face was stiff: "I'm also numb." ”

"Hahahaha."

Lang Yangyang usually looks a little cold, but in fact, his personality is gentle and a little silly, and after deciding to send back his luggage in Shanghai and confirming his relationship with Zhuang Shuo, this silly cuteness was gradually exposed.

The magic of love is that it can turn boring things into something to talk about, obviously a very ordinary day, intermittently contact on WeChat during the day, and there are still endless words when making video calls at night.

Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, Lang Yangyang had to get up early every day to make bread.

Zhuang Shuo said, "I have to sleep." ”

Lang Yangyang: "Okay, it's indeed a little sleepy, by the way, does your dad have anything to like?" I'll buy a gift to go over. ”

"Food, drink, clothing, and play, my dad likes it all." After Zhuang Shuo finished speaking, he felt that this seemed to be a bit perfunctory, and added to change the lock: "He has always been a person who is not disappointing, and you like everything you give." ”

Lang Yangyang nestled in the sofa, Lei Gong was already sleeping and snoring by the sofa, he thought for a while and said, "Is the cake ordered?" If not, how about I make a birthday cake? ”

Zhuang Shuo blurted out: "No." ”

Lang Yangyang: "That's great! ”

After saying goodnight to each other, he hung up the phone, Zhuang Shuo put on his clothes and went out, just when he saw his mother coming back from playing mahjong.

"I haven't slept yet." Aunt Xie yawned and prepared to wash.

Zhuang Shuo: "Mom, which cake did you order?" ”

Aunt Xie: "It's still Aunt Li's house at the gate of the community." ”