moon stars

Chapter 3

Shengyue's breakfast is always simple. The aunt in the family is good at Chinese breakfast. Shengyue is not picky. When there is no coffee, soy milk can be whipped, and steamed dumplings or steamed buns are served.

So he can make a few things over and over again, fried eggs and toast, and when he is in a good mood, he can also cook a bowl of clear noodle soup, but it is not delicious.

"sandwich!"

There are still some fresh vegetables in the refrigerator. Based on the principle of comprehensive nutrition, Sheng Yue made a sandwich for Song Qiucheng and told him to eat it first.

"Come and sit."

Sheng Yue called him to sit at the dining table, Song Qiucheng took an unused orange and put it in front of him, he might want to eat it later.

"Thank you, don't you want to eat?"

Sheng Yue said that he had no appetite for the time being, so he turned to make coffee.

Song Qiucheng raised his voice and said to Sheng Yue in the kitchen, "I'll save half for you. If you feel hungry later, you can eat this, okay?"

"No, you can eat, I will make another one later."

Song Qiucheng looked at Sheng Yue's back strangely, and stopped insisting on splitting the sandwich in half.

"Song Qiucheng," Sheng Yue thought about it, and suddenly asked him a question, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know!"

Song Qiucheng was drinking orange juice, biting the cup, and said in a high and low voice, "You are Sheng Yue."

"Then do you know what happened to us yesterday?"

"Yes, we are married."

Song Qiucheng said innocently: "But, you are marrying my brother, not me."

Sheng Yue's mood became complicated again. He really didn't realize what everything that happened today represented.

They held a wedding in the church, exchanged rings in front of some relatives and friends of Song Sheng's family, and swore that they would be together forever, and then they went to bed in a daze, without saying a few words to each other.

Song Qiucheng was obviously still out of the situation.

Sheng Yue didn't know how the Song family poured ecstasy soup on him and called a half-grown "child" to top the bag. Did he take the wrong medicine? He asked Song Qiucheng, "Do you want to go home?"

Song Qiucheng replied without any hesitation: "Yes."

"Because you know that you are not Song Qiunian, you can confidently say that you want to go home? So is this unfair to me, Song Qiucheng, what do you think?"

Song Qiucheng's expression changed, his chewing movements slowed down, his eyes couldn't help looking away, and asked, "Why?"

"Because you lied to me, you, and your family."

"No, no," he was eager to clarify: "It's not a lie... I didn't lie to you, it's just temporarily, when my brother comes back—" Suddenly, he realized that he had said something wrong, and closed his mouth again.

"You really lied to me. Think about it, is marriage important?"

Song Qiucheng said truthfully, "It's important."

"That's right," Sheng Yue said, "It's such a big deal to get married. It's just once in a lifetime. You pretended to be your brother and married me, but now you say you want to go home. There is no such reason in ancient and modern times. You went home." What should I do, do you want me to be a bachelor alone in the future?"

Song Qiucheng was dumbfounded and thought it made sense, but asked again: "How do you know that you only got married once?"

"Because I only want to marry once."

"Oh."

Song Qiucheng thought for a while, took a sip of orange juice to subdue his shock: "But—" He was stunned for a moment, thinking that what Sheng Yue said was right, they lied to Sheng Yue first, and if he left now, he would be really unhappy To be responsible, it is better to stay and wait for my brother to be found.

But he is still not an elder brother. When his elder brother comes back, he still has to leave, but when Sheng Yue has an elder brother, he will not be a bachelor, and that is not pitiful.

Song Qiucheng looked at Sheng Yue with an unpredictable expression.

"How are you thinking?"

"What? Oh... well, I'll stay with you... ten days, half a month, or—" Song Qiucheng thought for a while, as if there was nothing wrong, he wouldn't stay here for too long.

"Don't worry," Sheng Yue pushed Song Qiucheng's dinner plate and smiled at him, "Maybe it's fun here, you don't want to go home."

Song Qiucheng said in his heart that it was impossible, but he still wanted to give him face, without saying anything, who made himself a liar, his thoughts wandered, and he finished his breakfast under Sheng Yue's watchful eyes.

The oranges Sheng Yue bought were really delicious, and he ate one after breakfast, but he was embarrassed to ask for more, so he went upstairs quietly.

The clothes he brought from Song's house needed to be tidied up. Sheng Yue went upstairs with him and observed his body movements at all times. In the morning he said that his butt hurt, but he didn't mention it again. Something unusual.

"Are you sure you don't need some medicine?"

Sheng Yue didn't want to ask him so bluntly at first, but when he thought that it would be impossible to be polite to him all the time, after all, he was married and wanted to sleep in the same bed, and he would have to face it sooner or later, so it didn't matter to ask.

"What kind of medicine to take?" Song Qiucheng was puzzled: "I'm not sick."

"No, I mean..."

"say what?"

"Your... ass, because you said it hurts just now, I'll ask if I need to take medicine, I'm sorry."

"No medicine, I don't feel pain anymore..." Song Qiucheng blushed slightly, and tidied his clothes behind Sheng Yue's back. He seemed to be arranging, but in fact he just grabbed things out of the box, threw them on the bed, and stuffed them into the closet .

Sheng Yue couldn't bear it anymore and asked him, "Do you need help?"

Song Qiucheng was ashamed and refused to face him, saying in a muffled voice no need.

"Your clothes will wrinkle like this."

Sheng Yue walked over and opened the other side of the closet. There were many high-end shirts and coats hanging in it. If you look carefully, you can find that half of the clothes are too small, not Sheng Yue's size.

It was bought by Sheng Yue for Song Qiunian. The relationship needed for the two to get married may not be available yet, but at least in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, Sheng Yue doesn't want to be inconsiderate.

"I'll hang it up for you, so it can be sorted out soon."

The clothes prepared for Song Qiunian didn’t know how Song Qiucheng would wear them. He felt that those styles didn’t suit Song Qiucheng. The colors in Song Qiucheng’s suitcase were varied. If you look closely, they are all gorgeous and not vulgar. Song Qiucheng’s skin is fair and round. Cute, presumably it looks good in anything.

Sheng Yue moved the clothes to the side, and hung Song Qiucheng's one by one. When Song Qiucheng's blushing subsided, he quickly helped pass the things, and stared at Sheng Yue while passing them.

Sheng Yue was amused by his eyes, and for no reason thought of a word called hope to see through, Song Qiucheng looked at him as if he really wanted to see through him.

"How long do you want to watch, aren't your eyes tired from staring?"

Song Qiucheng wasn't shy this time. He always liked to express his emotions straightforwardly. When asked by Sheng Yue, he answered honestly: "I think you are so handsome, why are you so handsome?"

He had met Sheng Yue long ago. When he knew that he was about to get engaged to his brother, he saw the guests downstairs. When his mother asked him to go downstairs to say hello together, he lowered his head shyly and said that he The pants I'm wearing don't look good, so I hid in the room and read the storybook.

He had long thought that Sheng Yue was handsome, so he couldn't help giving a thumbs up after seeing it.

Sheng Yue laughed again, and said, "This is probably innate."

"Why am I not like you?"

"Why do you want to be like me?"

"Want to be as handsome as you."

Sheng Yue is not unaware of his appearance, but he has become accustomed to the evaluation of his appearance by the outside world for so many years. It is not narcissism, but he has passed the age where he will be very happy with these compliments.

"You don't have to be like me, you look good on your own, isn't it good to be yourself?"

"Okay," Song Qiucheng touched his cheek, "but I'm just talking."

Sheng Yue smiled and bowed his head in silence.