Seeing the people outside the door, Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped aside: "Oh, why are you drinking so much, come in quickly."
Yi Zhe called out "Auntie" and carried Xu Tangcheng back into the back room. Zhou Hui took off the down jacket covering Xu Tangcheng and asked Yi Zhe to put him on the bed.
"If you can't drink enough, drink less, if you get drunk after two sips, do you have to drink..."
Despite the repeated complaints, Zhou Hui carefully helped Xu Tangcheng take off his coat, and went to another room to carry a thinner quilt and cover him. The edge of the quilt touched Xu Tangcheng's nose, and YiZhe saw Zhou Hui tugging it down and tucked it under his jaw.
"Why did you give him the clothes?" Zhou Hui turned around after packing up the sleeping person, and saw YiZhe's bald school uniform and his already red face, she raised her brows again and sighed, "Ouch, What if it's frozen."
"It's okay, it's not cold." Zhou Hui had just put YiZhe's down jacket on the chair. He took two steps and slung the down jacket into his hand.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhou Hui hurriedly reached out her hand to stop him: "Don't rush to leave, I've boiled soup to ward off the cold, you can drink a bowl and go."
"Need not… "
"Drinking a bowl won't delay anything," Zhou Hui interrupted his refusal and smiled at him, "It's already cooked, I'll serve it for you."
Before YiZhe could react again, Zhou Hui took some hasty steps and went out. YiZhe bluffed towards the closed door, then closed it silently.
Zhou Hui's departure made the room suddenly strangely quiet. YiZhe was standing by the bed with his down jacket. Naturally, his eyes from the door were fixed on the bed. I don't know if it was because I didn't sleep well, the lights hit my eyes, or because I was drunk and uncomfortable. In his sleep, Xu Tangcheng's expression was not completely relaxed, but his forehead was always slightly wrinkled, as if it was a little painful.
YiZhe pursed his lips and walked over with light steps.
Bending down, a shadow was cast that just covered Xu Tangcheng, and he stared at Xu Tangcheng intently in this shadow. After a while, YiZhe glanced at the closed door, and slowly raised a hand in the silence.
The fingertips moved slowly at a constant speed, and when they were about to touch the forehead, the person on the bed seemed to be disturbed by something, and suddenly mumbled, wrapped in the quilt and turned over.
YiZhe was stunned, his hands stuck in the air.
Xu Tangcheng turned into a lying position, his face turned slightly to the other side. YiZhe's eyes twitched and he saw a corner of the quilt covering Xu Tangcheng's mouth.
There were footsteps approaching outside the door, YiZhe hurriedly retracted his hand, his ears reddened, and he straightened up.
"Come and drink the soup." The door was pushed open, and Zhou Hui whispered while holding the handle. After speaking, she turned around and took two steps, then turned and pointed to the switch on the wall: "Turn off the light for him."
YiZhe nodded and walked towards the door.
The light in the room went off suddenly, and there were light steps from the bedside and back. Two fingers pinched the corner of the quilt covering Xu Tangcheng's mouth, gently stretched it open, and tucked it into the neck socket with great care.
Zhou Hui saw that the temperature was low today and was afraid that Xu Tangcheng would catch a cold when he came back, so she cooked a pot of soup in advance. She came out of the kitchen and saw YiZhe standing there blankly, looking at the soup in his hand.
"Why are you standing, sit down and drink?"
Zhou Hui said and pulled out a stool, Yi Zhe sat down obediently, but the down jacket in the other hand had not yet been put down.
"Put your clothes aside first, and put them on the back of the chair."
YiZhe turned his hands to put on his clothes again. This series of movements seemed to be unhurried, but it seemed more like a robot that received instructions. Zhou Hui said what he did, and carefully observed it.
The mist was dense, and the first sip of the soup in his mouth made Yi Che feel that his whole body had warmed up.
Can a bowl of soup have such a good effect
"It's a little hot, drink it slowly. After you finish drinking this bowl, go back to cover the quilt and sleep. If you want to take a shower, remember to turn up the water temperature a little bit, or you'll catch a cold after freezing all night."
YiZhe looked up at the opposite side, and saw Zhou Huizheng smiling at him.
"Well," Ying said, after Ying came down, "Thank you, Auntie."
"Why are you thanking me? I should thank you and send Tang Cheng back." Speaking of this, Zhou Hui suddenly thought of a question, "Hey? I remember he went to the class reunion, why did you send him back?"
Looking at the steaming soup, YiZhe was silent for a while.
"It happened by chance."
Zhou Hui yawned twice, and the corners of her eyes were red from sleepiness. Yi Zhe lowered his eyes, and after two mouthfuls of soup were poured into the bowl, he picked up his down jacket and stood up to say goodbye. Zhou Hui kept bringing him to the door, holding on to the doorknob, she kept saying that he should not catch a cold, and hurry up to sleep while he was still warm. YiZhe nodded, and then stiffly said "Thank you, Auntie".
The lights in his house were still dark. After hitting the door, YiZhe stood at the door and stared at the messy living room for a long time before he went in and turned on the TV and connected to the game.
The music of the tank battle sounded, YiZhe didn't need to watch TV or watch the controller, he had already skillfully selected a one-man battle and entered the battle page. The handle was pressed with a crackling sound, YiZhe sat cross-legged on the carpet, watching the tanks on the screen advancing in all directions, passing level after level, but remained expressionless. I don't know how long it took him to fight, but he finally felt thirsty, he got up with his stiff and numb body, and wanted to drink a glass of water.
After shaking the empty bucket, he felt a little irritable. The family should have bought water two days ago, but when people usually deliver water to work, he is also going to school. He ruffled his hair, looked around, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.
The glass went from full to empty, and finally touched the marble again with a crisp sound. YiZhe sat back again and continued to charge tirelessly in the dark with a small tank.
He didn't turn on the lights, and in the early morning, he twisted the door to Xiying and came in. When he saw his face dazzled by the light from the screen, he immediately scolded. Almost at the same time, a coat suddenly flew towards Yizhe, and the hard metal buttons hit his brow bone. Immediately, there was a sudden pain above YiZhe's eyes.
"Are you ill?" Yi Zhe, who was in a bad mood, threw off the clothes that had fallen on his body and stood up abruptly.
"You're sick, you're pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night." Xiang Xiyi's tone was even more unkind. She slammed the light on, and after seeing YiZhe's gloomy face, she suddenly sank. face down.
"Fuck." After scolding, she grabbed another piece of clothing at the door, exerted all her strength, and smashed at YiZhe's face as if venting her anger, "Don't let me see your frustrated face."
YiZhe was on guard this time and grabbed the clothes that came over. He stood there with a cold face, staring at Xiang Xi Weing motionless.
"Warning, don't speak to me, I'm exhausted, I'm going to sleep."
Xiang Xibing turned a blind eye to YiZhe's anger, and after the order, she kicked off her high heels, went into the bathroom barefoot, and yawned.
The high-heeled shoes that were thrown from the old Gao hit the base of the water dispenser, and the plastic shell collided with the upper, releasing an unpleasant and annoying noise.
The bathroom door was closed, and the sound of a shower soon came from inside.
YiZhe stared at the door with his clothes in his hands, took a few deep breaths, and finally let go of the clothes in his hands, sat down slumped, leaned his head against the sofa, and stared at the empty ceiling in a daze. He opened his eyes for too long, and there was a moist sourness. At the moment when he closed his eyes and sank into the darkness, he heard a sound that was very familiar, but it seemed that he had been away for a long time. He froze for a moment and looked sideways.
The door of his bedroom was not closed. At this time, multicolored light penetrated through the window and fell into the dark room. A story of changing light and shadow was played on the wall.
In the second half of the night, Xu Tangcheng woke up from the heat. After waking up, he felt that his head was too painful. He buried his face in the pillow for a while, and the symptoms were relieved slightly. I was so tired that I wanted to go out and drink a glass of water. He blinked to wake himself up completely, and changed his pajamas by touching the darkness. But when he got out of bed and put on his slippers, he suddenly saw his thermos cup on the table beside him.
Picked it up and shook it, and sure enough, there was water in it.
Xu Tangcheng curled the corners of his lips, and he could already imagine how Zhou Hui looked after seeing him drinking too much, while muttering blame and taking good care of him.
The warm water soothed the dryness of his throat, he turned off the light, and just went to bed and was about to go back to sleep, when Xu Tangcheng suddenly flashed a few frames before his eyes - a rut under a tree, a red mountain bike, and another unknown , and a very strange perspective.
He drank too much, and then YiZhe sent him back
He rubbed his forehead, probably remembering what happened just now, but he still couldn't identify the scene that was flickering.
A rumbling sound outside the window made him stop thinking about nothing. He turned his head to look in the direction of the window, wondering in his heart, is anyone still setting off fireworks at this time
I lifted the quilt and walked to the window. When I saw the gorgeous colors in the sky, my headache seemed to be better. The shape of the fireworks is somewhat special, and all of them are heart-shaped in the sky.
It must have a special meaning to blow up so many hearts in such a silent night. Xu Tangcheng leaned against the wall beside him, raised his head and thought, maybe it was a marriage proposal
It's romantic, but...
He smiled and wondered if he would be complained by the nearby residents the next morning if he was so tossed.
In another room, a tall figure stood in front of the window for a long time. He silently watched the bright stars rise to the sky, and then broke through the darkness, and the rays of light scattered.
Fireworks, lively. It's almost New Year's Eve.
There was another woman's scolding outside the door, and her words were not very clear. She should be wearing a mask and her mouth was not open, but this did not prevent her from greeting the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the fireworks people smoothly.
YiZhe listened numbly to the increasingly fierce scolding, and looked almost numbly at the fireworks outside the window.
"In the future, live the life you like, won't you?"
Closing his eyes, YiZhe repeated this sentence several times in his mind.