What the hell is this dream about?

Towards the end of the summer vacation, the night before the high school report, Lin Jian was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the second-floor study after washing up, practicing calligraphy, and half of the calligraphy posters had not yet been finished, when the door to the study was knocked twice, not gently but not heavily.

The practice of calligraphy is concerned with a "into the post out of the post", Lin Jian holding the pen without distraction, heard the sound of the pen down a beat, looked up and saw the door standing people still a little confused: "...... how did you come back? "

Shen Ke, with his coat at arm's length, laughed a little at the words, "What's that, like I haven't been home in a thousand years?"

Although the person was smiling, the trace of fatigue and weariness under his eyes could not be concealed.

Lin Jian looks at him for a moment with a slight frown between his eyebrows, puts the purple brush back on the pen holder, and gets up from the floor: "Why don't you go take a bath and rest first? I'll go heat up some milk."

Lin Jian has no emotion on his face, but Shen Ke knows him too well, usually when Lin Jian says "warm up some milk", it means "you look tired so I'll warm up a cup of milk for you to drink and get some rest".

When Lin Jian passed by him, he was not surprised to receive a smiling "really know what I'm talking about".

The small milk pot in the kitchen had been sitting on the lower shelf of the kitchen cabinet, and Lin Jian had taken a carton of skimmed milk from the refrigerator, and by the time the two cups of milk were warmed up, Shen Ke was coming downstairs from the bedroom after taking a shower.

He was dressed in dark loungewear, his hair half-dried, and his posture on the sofa was slightly slouchy, but it was this careless demeanor that was inexplicably reassuring - the tone that Shen Ke would have had in a state of total relaxation at home.

Lin Jian carried two glasses to the sofa, put a glass of milk in front of Shen Ke, and when he withdrew his hand, Shen Ke glanced at his hot fingertips, and said, "What's the hurry, can't you wait for it to cool down a bit?"

"Not hot." Lin Jian sat down next to him, "Too cold and it'll stink."

And Shen Ke doesn't like the stink.

Shen Ke picked up the cup of milk and took a small sip, dropping his eyes as he sighed inwardly once again, it's true that the older you get, the more attentive you become, this is probably the joy of raising a child?

Two people a person with a cup of hot milk small mouth sip, during the period nothing to communicate, but the milk flavor is rich, the temperature is ironed, such a night time, as if it is the years together with a microcosm of the companion.

Prosperous city never hustle and bustle, the crowd rush disorderly, they are in the mundane chaos, a case of hard work to earn business profits, one does not hear the outside world to read the sages, but as long as the door, back to this home, will be able to the surrounding world of all the murmurings and barrenness automatically blocked.

Time will slow down, this room seems like a magic space, even the air is quiet and subdued.

This home is a comfort zone that belongs exclusively to the two of them.

Lin Jian drank a glass of milk until there was still one cup left, Shen Ke first put the empty cup back on the coffee table and asked him, "Reporting tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh." Lin Jian nodded, "Report tomorrow, school starts the day after tomorrow."

Shen Ke paused thoughtfully for a moment and suddenly asked, "As I recall ...... the first high school is residential, right?"

Lin Jian finished the last bit of milk and held the glass as he replied, "Yes, but the school doesn't force you to stay in the dormitory, you can also walk."

"Then you ......"

"I go home, I don't live in school." Lin Jian seemed to know what he wanted to ask and answered ahead of him.

Shen Ke's brow furrowed in an undetectable frown, "It's too much of a toss-up, the First Middle School campus is more strict and time is tight, even the first year of high school isn't easy, and you--"

Lin Jian interrupted him in a pale voice, his tone had little rise and fall, but was calm and unquestionable: "No tossing and turning, and there's a direct bus right in front of the school, seven stops, and I'm going to and from school at a time that just happens to stagger the morning and evening rush hours, so I can be back in twenty minutes each way."

Shen Ke was a bit surprised, I didn't realize that he had even checked the bus stops in advance, and it seemed that he had already anticipated a conversation like today's, all prepared and at ease.

Shen Ke sighed, "Why don't you want to live in the school, a new school and a new environment, wouldn't it be nice to have more time and opportunities to spend with your classmates?"

Lin Jian : "Spending time with my classmates at school is enough, it doesn't delay me from going home."

Shen Ke speechless, silent for a long time, suddenly laughed: "Not ...... why ah Lin Shao, home-lover?"

Lin Jian finally put down the glass of milk that he had been holding in his hand, and raised his eyes, which had never been fixed and quiet, to look at Shen Ke, but did not speak.

He grew up like this, quiet and cold, looking like a child who never showed his emotions, but in reality, as long as he recognized or didn't want to talk about something, it was useless for anyone to ask.

Shen Ke helplessly lost his smile, pinched the bridge of his nose, and compromised, "Fine, whatever you say, but if something happens at the school temporarily, early or late, you have to call the driver, and you're not allowed to run around blindly by yourself."

Lin Jian secretly hung up a heart which then silently returned to its original position, see his promise, rare childishly joked: "Not blind, I run with my eyes open."

"You're so patient." Shen Ke was frozen with laughter at this sneer, and then took out an unopened box from the coffee table drawer and handed it to Lin Jian, "Open it and see if you like it."

Lin Jian took it, while removing the plastic packaging of the case, said in a faint voice, "There can still be high school students who don't like the latest model of the top of the line iPhone?What kind of aesthetics would that be?"

"Why can't you stop being poor?" Shen Ke also laughed, his eyes fell on Lin Jian's unwrapped hand, and he deliberately said in despair, "It's not a surprise at all, it seems that my gift for the beginning of the school year has not been delivered to my heart."

Deep black body, holding in the hand texture is good, but Lin Jian really can not be counted as a surprise, before in the annexed middle school when Shen Ke said a few times to give him with a cell phone, in order to meet the emergency contact convenience, but Lin Jian are not necessary for reasons of refusal, so he has known that this high school will start Shen Ke will send him a cell phone, it is expected, surprise! I can't talk about it, especially when I think of the trouble of getting a cell phone card and choosing a subscription.

"What about this?"

Shen Ke suddenly stretched out his hand, holding a small magnetic disk between his two long and thin fingers. Lin Jian's eyes lingered on Shen Ke's hand for a second, froze, and then quickly raised his eyes to look at him.

Shen Ke The corner of his mouth held a little smile, will be his hand over the phone, with the card extractor to pop out the card slot, the phone card will be loaded into the boot into the setup interface, while giving him the boot setup, while diffidently said: "know you are too lazy to go to the business hall, it will be by hand for you to do it, the cell phone card is your name, the number is more than the number of my tail number of four more than a digit, in front of it all the same. "

The last four digits of Shen Ke's cell phone number are "1111", so Lin Jian's last digit is "2222". ......

Lin Jian received the modulated cell phone, held back, still could not hold back, silently frowned and spat out, "Just how two-dimensional can it be I ......"

"This is to let you don't be too aggressive in everything, it's no fun to always be number one, occasionally number two is also sprightly." Shen Ke smiled and raised his hand to purr on the top of his head, stood up and stretched, and said in a slow voice, "Alright, go to bed early, get enough energy to report tomorrow with full vigor."

As Shen Ke stretches his arms, the hem of his housecoat rises an inch, and a muscular, lean waist flashes across the line of sight, white and thin, but with a hidden burst of strength.

Lin Jian looked away without moving, and waited until Shen Ke walked up the stairs before giving a soft "hmm".

After the footsteps disappeared into the bedroom door on the second floor and the door closed, Lin Jian sat quietly on the sofa for a few moments, then flicked on his cell phone, opened his address book and saved the first number that ended with the digit "1111".

Since he was a child, Lin Jian has always been a light sleeper, and occasionally has nightmares late at night, usually before a dream is finished, his brain instantly wakes up, and no matter how happy or sad the dream is, he always manages to pull out in time at the moment he opens his eyes.

But this night's dream was so deep that Lin Jian, terrified and disoriented, was too engrossed in it to snap out of it.

He dreamed that on his birthday not long ago, Shen Ke took him to the horse farm.

It's like a memory flashback, the first half of the movie is a replay of the episode, and then the scene shifts, and suddenly it jumps to the moment when Lin Jian falls off his horse.

He still didn't fall into the sandy soil in his dream, a pair of hands steadily encircled his waist, he fell into a solid warm embrace, there was a faint aquatic woody fragrance lingering in the small space, accompanied by the sound of a fierce heartbeat, he raised his eyes with hazy vision, and he saw the small mole behind the person's ear.

The second half of the dream gradually deviates from the established facts. In reality, on that day, Shen Ke asked him, "What are you thinking about," while in the dream, Lin Jian heard a low, magnetic male voice whispering in his ear, asking in a compelling voice, "Why don't you want to live in the school? "Why don't you want to live in school?"

The heart beat faster and faster, the blood flowed through the heart and then sprayed to the limbs, Lin Jian in the dream seemed to be trapped by an invisible rope, firmly embedded in that person's arms, unable to move, his throat seemed to be blocked and unable to make a sound, Lin Jian's forehead was drenched with fine thin sweat, but he never dared to look up to see his eyes.

Immediately afterward, warm breath fell on his ear, and he seemed to hear the man chuckle softly before whispering, "I know why you are."

Lin Jian suddenly panicked, as if the unspeakable matters of the heart were publicly dissected, he was anxious mixed with inexplicable sad embarrassment, can only pray over and over again in the bottom of his heart, don't say it, you mustn't say it......

In a panic, Lin Jian vigorously exerted her strength to break away from his embrace, but when her hands landed on his waist, Zhou Zheng's original horseback riding outfit disappeared in a flash, and what she touched in her palm was a piece of hot skin.

Lin Jian looks down incredulously--

In sight, a white, strong, lean waist muscle was left in vain.

The next second, the person on the bed jerked his eyes open.

The heart was still beating as violently and disorderly as it had in the dream, and it seemed as if she could hear her own wretched gasps in the stillness of the room.

Lin Jian lay motionless on the bed, the pajamas on his body were already soaked through with thin sweat, drops of sweat on his forehead flowed down his brow, Lin Jian blinked his eyes afterward, and the whole person finally slowly came back to his senses.

It's so weird. How can you have such a ridiculous dream?

Lin Jian lay on the bed for a long time to calm down, until the breathing slowly stabilized, only to find that the soaked pajamas stick to the body very uncomfortable, want to get up to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

However, he moved slightly, and his whole body froze violently again.

The touch underneath him was cold and slippery, and he certainly knew what was going on right now.

Lin Jian remained in the lying posture for nearly a minute before finally cursing with a grimace.

It seems that Lin Jian's puberty came a little later than that of boys of his age. Most boys have their first experience of wet dreaming at the age of thirteen or fourteen, but Lin Jian has never had such an experience.

Didn't realize.

It was amazing that his belated first sleepover could be so thrilling.

It wasn't charmingly lush, or even alarming.

He woke up late from the big dream, but the heartbeat so intense in the dream that it was almost out of control, and the emptiness of dislocation in the moment he opened his eyes, both took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The hardest thing to accept was the one in his dream.

In any case, it shouldn't be Shen Ke anyway.

That's ...... Shen Ke ah.

Lin Jian lay flat on his back and froze until his bedside alarm clock went off, pulling back in a jumble of fine-tuned emotions.

For a moment, beyond the obscurity, he vaguely discerned a bit of something else amidst the sour emotional aftermath.

It's unspeakable shame and embarrassment.

Lin Jian got up with a wooden face, found a clean pair of panties and pajamas from the closet, his mouth tensed up, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Warm water flowed down the young man's muscles and bones, Lin Jian did not hold back, in the dense vapor whispered to himself a "crazy".

After taking a shower, Lin Jian came out of the bedroom, his brain finally resumed its work after a morning of downtime. He wanted to make himself a simple breakfast, but when he walked to the living room, he suddenly remembered that the underpants were still in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom, and so he stopped his footsteps, turned around and plunged into the bathroom again.

-- Hand-washing only, not even a special machine for underwear could save him.

"It's early in the morning, wash sh......"

Coincidentally, when Lin Jian was putting his detergent-foamed underwear under the faucet with a black face, Shen Ke's voice suddenly sounded at the door of the room.

At the sound of this voice, Lin Jian's heart was suddenly lifted to the top of his head!

He turned his head abruptly as he kept up the flushing motion, and saw Shen Ke standing in the doorway of the restroom, his eyes landing squarely on his hand.

There is no place to hide.

When Shen Ke saw what he was washing in his hands, he was first stunned, and after instantly realizing it, he just laughed very softly, and then moved his gaze away as if nothing had happened, and said naturally to Lin Jian, "Auntie knows that you're reporting today, so she'll come over to make breakfast in a little while, and I'll send you to school after you've eaten."

Lin Jian's three souls and seven spirits have been scattered to some nook or cranny in the sky, and this morning's shock was so great that when the shadow in his dream stood in front of him as a substance, he almost wondered if it was just another mottled dream.

Lin Jian for a long time did not respond, coupled with that frozen general half immobile eyes, let Shen Ke at this time also inevitably some wonder ...... how this is, is not just wash a panties was seen by him, as to be scared into this?

Isn't that normal for boys in the throes of puberty?

The two men looked at each other speechless, and the scene froze for a moment.

After a long time, until the backs of Lin Jian s hands rushing in the cold water were reddened by ice, Shen Ke only coughed lowly, lifted his chin at him, and said tentatively, "That ...... washes clean."

Lin Jian snapped back to his senses, and then quickly turned off the water, wrung out the excess water from his underwear in two or three strokes, walked out of the bathroom without a word with a taut face, and headed straight for the drying room.

Until the time of breakfast, the atmosphere is still silent and strange, even the aunt can see that this morning Lin Shao is in a bad mood, do not dare to stay for half a moment after cooking, and immediately left.

Lin Jian's eyes were hanging down, silently holding the porcelain spoon and feeding the porridge into his mouth, the whole person clearly exudes the word "low pressure".

Shen Ke sits across the table eye to eye, but secretly speculates that this can't go on - it's not right, how can a boy get hung up on these things?

You slept through middle school biology, didn't you listen to the lectures?

For adolescent boys, this is a very normal phenomenon ah, but ...... if really this part did not listen to it, then in the first place how to get a perfect score?

So, in line with the principle of "raising your own child to enlighten yourself", Shen Ke organized his expression, put down his chopsticks, and tried to make up for the teenager in front of him who had darkened his face all morning: "That ...... is nothing! Sorry, boys youth--"

"No sorry, shut up." Who expected the words to be interrupted mercilessly by the pubescent teenager just as they began.

Shen Ke inhaled, stared at him thoughtfully for a moment, and realized.

Since there's no embarrassment, it's--

Shen Ke tried again, "Well, this is ...... not very satisfying to dream about?"

"......"

Unexpectedly, once these words came out, Lin Jian's face sank a few points with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Youthful adolescence turns into cranky rebellion in seconds.

"......"

That's true.

Shen Ke found a way to solve the problem, following the guidance: "In fact, this kind of thing, right, is very abstract, the dream is not necessarily you--"

Lin Jian slapped his china spoon directly on the table with a soft "pop", and Shen Ke's voice dropped, and he shut up at the right time.

"I'm done eating, I'll wait for you in the yard."

Lin Jian gritted his teeth and left with a face that could turn water into ice, not even turning his head back as he walked out the door.

"Tsk ......" Shen Ke looked at the large bowl of lean congee in front of him that had barely moved, and muttered uncertainly, "Really so dissatisfied?"

"...... What the hell is this dream about?"