That Nameless Summer Chapter 56
byI wash dishes
Song Li was sitting on the sofa playing games, his legs resting on Ling Qingye’s knees, his fingertips tapping on the screen, and muttering something about his teammates from time to time.Ling Qingye leaned aside to read the documents, and gently rubbed his calf with his other hand. The force was not heavy, but it made Song Li feel lazy. Even the operation was slowed down by half a beat, and the crystal was stolen by the opposite party.
“Damn!” Song Li threw his phone on the sofa and sat up like a madman, “This teammate is simply outrageous!”
Ling Qingye put down the document, smiled and pinched his face: “Why are you angry? I will fight with you and torture you back.”
Song Li raised his eyebrows and handed him the phone: “Okay, if you lose, wash the dishes tonight.”
Ling Qingye took the phone and ran his fingertips across the screen to adjust the settings. The operation was smooth and smooth. Different from Song Li’s aggressive playing style, he was very stable and tricky in his positioning. His backhand kills made Song Li’s eyes brighten. He stood aside and chirped in command: “Go! Cut him in the back row! Oh, beautiful!”
After winning a round, Song Li patted the sofa and smiled. Ling Qingye handed him the phone, grabbed his waist and carried it into his arms: “Are you willing to admit defeat and wash the dishes tonight?”
“Who loses!” Song Li pressed her chest against his chest, “Obviously it was me who commanded well.”
Ling Qingye smiled low, lowered his head and bit the corner of his lip: “Okay, you command well, I’ll wash the dishes.”
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The sun was setting, and the smell of food was wafting in the living room. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the kitchen, where he saw Ling Qingye wearing an apron and cooking. The vegetables in the pot were sizzling and the smell made his stomach growl.
“Are you awake?” Ling Qingye turned around, filled a ladle of soup and put it to his mouth, “Try the freshly stewed pork ribs soup.”
Song Li opened his mouth to drink, and the delicious taste spread in his mouth. He nodded: “It tastes good.”
There were three dishes and one soup for dinner, which Song Li loved to eat. He picked up the rice and ate a full bowl. Ling Qingye sat across from him and kept adding vegetables to his bowl, but he didn’t eat much.Song Li glared at him: “Stop it, we can’t finish it.”
“Eat more and replenish your body.” Ling Qing smiled wildly and put another piece of ribs into his bowl. “I’m tired from training and have lost weight.”
Song Li didn’t refute any more. He lowered his head and gnawed on the ribs, feeling warm in his heart.
After dinner, Ling Qingye packed up the dishes and went to wash the dishes. Song Li leaned at the door of the kitchen and looked at him. The sound of running water was flowing, and Ling Qingye’s back looked unbelievably gentle under the warm yellow light.He walked over, hugged Ling Qingye’s waist from behind, rested his chin on his back, and said in a muffled voice, “Ling Qingye.”
“Huh?” Ling Qingye turned off the faucet, wiped his hands, and put his arm around his shoulders, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” Song Li shook his head and just hugged her a little tighter, “I just think this is good.”
Ling Qingye lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kneaded him into his arms: “It will always be like this.”
At night, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched a movie. It was an old movie with a slow pace.Song Li leaned in Ling Qingye’s arms, holding a bag of strawberries in his hand and stuffing them into his mouth one by one. The sweet juice stuck to the corner of his lips. Ling Qingye lowered his head and licked it off. Song Li was stunned, and his face turned red instantly. He reached out and pushed him: “What are you doing? Watch a movie.”
“Strawberries are sweet.” Ling Qing smiled wildly, biting another strawberry and feeding it to his mouth, “It’s better than the movie.”
Song Li opened his mouth to bite, but deliberately bit his fingertip. Ling Qingye laughed softly and pinched his waist, causing Song Li to hide and hide, and there was a commotion on the sofa.
When the movie came to an end, the male and female protagonists hugged each other under the sunset. Song Li leaned on the sofa and commented from time to time.
Ling Qingye looked down at him, his eyes reflecting the light of the screen, and said softly: “Song Li, we will last longer than them.”
Song Li raised his head and looked into his gentle eyes, feeling as if he had a piece of candy in his heart, melting sweetly.He nodded, leaned over and kissed the corner of Ling Qingye’s lips, and responded softly: “Yes, longer.”
The night outside the window is getting darker, the lamp in the living room is warm and yellow, the sweet fragrance of strawberries is mixed with each other’s breath, lingering in the air, the years are quiet, that’s about it.