City C is just that big, an ordinary northern town, and not a scenic tourist attraction, so it's really not much fun. After two days of walking outside, Yi Xun felt bored, so he simply took root in Xu Tangcheng's house. He came here near noon or in the afternoon every day, and left at night. Sometimes he brought something fun, sometimes something to eat. .
Thanks to his denial, Xu Tangcheng was able to see Yi Zhe every day during the last few days of the holiday.
Although the two of them have had a thousand times of affection, Xu Tangcheng believes that this situation is good after all. At least it's not like before, I can't see him all day long, I can only guess secretly, worrying about his emotions.
Unlike Yi Zhe's silence, Yi Xun is very good at communicating with people. A small child, but he can take over and say a few words on any topic, and never let any embarrassing and speechless scenes appear. He would inquire about all kinds of things, he would ask questions, and he would come when he said something nice. Even Xu Yueliang and Zhou Hui were coaxed by him, and they often kept laughing.
In just a few days, it gave Xu Tangcheng an illusion, as if Yi Xun had always lived with them and never left.
But sometimes, when he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, Yi Xun and Xu Tangxi were arguing about which movie a certain foreign movie star was more handsome in. The ordinary and warm scene made him suddenly feel depressed.
Because it is Yizhe who obviously stays here and lives.
Every time he thought of this, he would be silent. Yi Zhe usually sits quietly beside Yi Xun and watches TV. There are four people in the living room, but they are divided into two people.
Alienation and strangeness, familiarity and warmth, everything seems to be in the wrong place.
Xu Tangcheng always wanted to see Yizhe uncontrollably, and was always trying his best to think about some topics that could be talked about with him, but Yizhe glanced at him lightly, as if he had done something bad and was discovered. , the mind is chaotic.
Seeing that there was not much fruit left on the coffee table, he got up and walked into the kitchen with a sigh of relief. Yi Zhe also came in at some point, and after he picked up the apple in the basin, he said "I'm coming".
Looking at Yi Zhe's back, bowing slightly, Xu Tangcheng suddenly realized that some emotions could not be suppressed. Feeling distressed and wanting to get close are all primitive emotions that are constantly generated. No matter how hard he tries to suppress it, he can't match the other's eyes and backs.
It was only a short vacation, but he seemed to be overwhelmed. It seems that, in the time he didn't realize, the repression turned into accumulation.
When the two of them washed the apples and placed them on a plate, Yi Zhe suddenly asked Xu Tangcheng where he had said that the delicious pan-fried food was.
"Going to buy?"
"Well," YiZhe lowered his head and picked up the apple, "Yi Xun will leave the day after tomorrow and buy him something delicious."
Xu Tangcheng nodded and told him the address. He was afraid that he had never been to that street and could not find it. He also verbally marked him a few prominent shops.
"Since he is leaving the next day, let's go back to Beijing together. We will leave in the morning the day after tomorrow. We will send him to the airport first, and then we will go back to school."
After a brief hesitation, YiZhe nodded in response. Before going out, he said to Xu Tangcheng, "Brother Tang Cheng, thank you."
Xu Tangcheng stood behind him, and after he finished speaking, he strode out of the kitchen. After looking at it for a long time, he picked up the rag and slowly wiped the wet tabletop clean.
In the afternoon, Xu Tangcheng went to the supermarket to buy some matcha powder. He stood in front of the shelf to choose, hesitating between large and small bags. In the end, thinking of YiZhe's performance when eating desserts these days, he still took a big bag.
Just do more and bring it to him.
Yi Zhe delivered four servings of uncooked fried rice the next morning. Xu Tangcheng stood dazedly at the door in his pajamas, a little surprised: "Don't you live at home?"
"Well," the person outside the door nodded, his face still red from the movement. He took a step forward, closer to him, as if to block the cold wind blowing in through the door. Xu Tangcheng was stunned because of his sudden approach, and was stunned for a while, staring at the face in front of him for a while.
"I think it's hard to line up, so when I finally got there, I bought some more for you to eat."
"Ah..." Xu Tangcheng's words were still sluggish, "What about Yi Xun?"
"He hasn't gotten up yet." YiZhe said.
The temperature in the corridor was too low, YiZhe was afraid that Xu Tangcheng would freeze, so he turned around to leave without delay, and urged him to go back to the house quickly. Xu Tangcheng was probably still in the unconscious state of having just woken up. He held Shengjian in his hand, watched him jump down the stairs, and waved to himself, but suddenly his thoughts drifted away, and he thought of a very inconspicuous scene in his memory.
And it seems that that scene has nothing to do with the present.
When I was in high school, a boy in the class talked about a girlfriend, and the boy would bring breakfast to the girl's house every morning to pick him up. Xu Tangcheng met once by chance. He was walking behind them and inadvertently saw two people's hands holding together. The posture is special. It is not a simple hand in hand, nor is the fingers interlocking, but the boy holds the girl's clenched fist, and bravely wraps that small hand in the icy wind.
He closed the door in a trance, and was enveloped in the warmth of the room again. Xu Tangcheng felt the beauty of this morning after realizing it—as if what YiZhu sent was not raw fried, but a small bunch of warm flames. Bright, faint, and unassuming. This little bit of light is similar to the scene in this memory. It is a very small touch. It is not worth mentioning before the magnificent waves, but it hissed and burned into his heart all the way. something stubborn.
Leaning against the door, he lifted the uncooked fried rice in front of him, raised his other hand, and turned the bag in circles. The bag kept spinning in one direction, twisting the hand strap until it was the tightest, there was no way forward, and then slowly turned away with the gentle flick of a finger.
in another clear direction.
During a holiday, Xu Tangcheng's baking skills can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, but after all, this is the first time to make the taste of matcha, and he is not accurate about the ingredients used. Although the production is not much different from the original cookies, after adding the matcha powder, to keep the taste of the matcha not concealed and to maintain the original rich milky fragrance, the dosage of many ingredients must be changed.
Just like the relationship between people, adding an uncertain independent variable, in order to bring the situation back to peace, there are many dependent variables that need to be fine-tuned.
The first batch came out of the oven, Xu Tangcheng tasted it, and judged that there was a little more butter added, and the taste of matcha was a little weak. So he checked some more information, adjusted the material ratio, and baked the second one.
While waiting for the cookies to come out of the oven, he looked at the baking book and planned to try to make a chiffon cake. Just after preparing the materials, there were footsteps behind him, Xu Tangcheng thought it would be YiZhe, but he didn't want to turn his head and saw Yi Xun came over with an apple bite.
"It's so fragrant." Yi Xun went to his side, looked at the neatly arranged items on the table, and asked, "Brother Tang Cheng, what are you doing?"
"I want to make a cake now, but I haven't done it yet, so I'll probably fail." After that, he pointed to the direction of the oven, "You smell matcha cookies."
Yi Xun on the side raised his chin slightly and glanced in that direction.
"awesome."
"Do you want to eat?" Xu Tangcheng asked him, "Can you try it."
He said this, but saw Yi Xun's lack of interest. He almost understood that the "great" just now was just a polite compliment, so he wisely said nothing, picked up the eggs, and planned to continue making his cake. But the moment he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the watch on Yi Xun's wrist, and paused for a moment while beating the egg on the edge of the bowl.
This meal, of course, was not beaten well. When breaking the egg, a small piece of eggshell fell into the bowl. Xu Tangcheng frowned slightly, carefully picked out the shell with chopsticks, and then said inadvertently, "Your watch is very beautiful."
"This?" Yi Xun looked away from the bowl, raised his wrist and shook it, "Oh, I wanted to buy a watch before, so I just picked one."
Xu Tangcheng doesn't pay attention to anything related to luxury, but this watch can still be recognized. He praised it again, then smiled, and said, "It's quite expensive."
Yi Xun nuzui, indifferent attitude: "It's okay."
There was a row of tomatoes on the windowsill. He picked one up and asked Xu Tangcheng as if he wanted to eat it, "Has this been washed?"
Xu Tangcheng shook his head: "If you eat it, wash it yourself, other people's own plants don't use medicine..."
He wanted to say that there was no medicine, and the tomatoes had a more fragrant taste than ordinary tomatoes, but when he was halfway through speaking, he saw Yi Xun raised his eyebrows and immediately put the tomatoes back. Then, Yi Xun clapped his hands recklessly beside him, brushing the dust off his hands.
Xu Tangcheng was stunned for a moment, then calmly moved the things under his hands a little further away.
"Actually, I don't understand watches either. I asked my friends to choose them for me."
Xu Tangcheng stared at the tomato, reflecting on whether he was making too much of a fuss. Yi Xun is just a junior high school boy. He is lazy, doesn't like to work, and doesn't pay attention to some details about politeness. It should be normal.
"Really? Then your friend has a good vision." Aside from the episode just now, he looked at Yi Xun, and finally brought the topic to the thing he always wanted to talk about, "Does your dad pay you a lot of living expenses? I I always wanted to tell you that the things you bought on the first day were too expensive, you are still in school, you don't need to buy them for us."
"It's your heart." Yi Xun turned around, put his pockets in his pockets leisurely, and leaned against the cooking table.
"Even if it's in your mind, you need to be in moderation, just click until you reach it."
Yi Xun pouted: "But these are not expensive to me."
Seeing Xu Tangcheng seemed stunned, Yi Xun smiled: "Really, you can't imagine how much my dad gave me."
Feeling the proud and arrogant look on his face, Xu Tangcheng nodded, and suddenly realized that there was no need to continue this exchange at all. But Yi Xun seemed to be touched by the topic he brought up. Xu Tangcheng didn't speak, and he didn't stop. He spoke happily by himself.
"To be honest, Brother Tang Cheng, I can't remember what happened here before. I just remember that I used to love running to your house."
Xu Tangcheng raised his head and pulled the corner of his mouth towards him.
"It's strange to say, you said, I don't remember so many things when I was a child, but I only remember one scene..."
When Yi Xun said this, he made a long pause, obviously waiting for Xu Tangcheng to give him a message. And Xu Tangcheng didn't know where the discomfort came from, and he sifted flour into the mixture of egg yolk paste and milk, ignoring the stubble.
"Before my parents divorced, the two of them quarreled in the house. I felt very strange at the time. I didn't understand why my father had never paid attention to my mother, but the quarrel was so fierce that day." Yi Xun turned his head to the side, Ask, "Do you know what they're arguing about?"
Xu Tangcheng didn't answer at first, he walked around Yi Xun to wash his hands in the sink without saying a word, and when he saw that he was still staring at him, he had to squeeze out a sound from his nose as a response.
"They are arguing about who wants which child after the divorce."
The man who had been listening nonchalantly seemed to have been shot suddenly, and his nerves were tense all of a sudden. He vaguely felt that the next conversation would not be good, and because it involved Yi Zhe and his past, he wanted to continue listening.
This time, Yi Xun didn't speak as eagerly as before. After a long time, he sneered: "They all insisted on my brother."
The disdain in Yi Xun's tone made Xu Tangcheng unable to ignore it. He lowered his eyes, shaking his hands to shake off the excessive water droplets. After drying his hands, he turned around, and his face was already serious and serious: "Why?"
"I don't know," Yi Xun shrugged and looked at him, "I've always wondered why, it was me who was more like them at that time."
Probably because he recalled something that was not good, Yi Xun's tone was no longer as brisk as it was just now. His voice suddenly fell, and the indifference in his eyes made Xu Tangcheng feel a little frightened.
Unconsciously, he clenched the towel in his hand, and even his breathing became much lighter.
"But no matter the reason, a child is of course very sad when he hears that neither of his parents wants him. But it doesn't matter now, I'm doing fine, and I wanted to follow my dad."
Speaking of this, Yi Xuncai laughed again: "That's why I think my dad was very good at the time. He obviously earned most of the family's money, but he didn't want any property. My brother is also very good. Yes, I actually chose my mother."
Xu Tangcheng was stunned, hearing that Yi Xun clearly had something in his words, but he couldn't believe his ears.
"What's the meaning?"
He was very much looking forward to what Yi Xun said next was not what he thought, hoping that Yi Xun really knew why Yi Zhe chose his mother and how much Yi Zhe cared about him. However, the reality is always inclined to disappoint people, and things that have never been thought of, sometimes exist absurdly and truly.
There was a unique aroma of desserts in the kitchen, sweet and gentle, but in this aroma, he listened to a cruel story.
"Obviously, my mother was rich at that time, and my father was poor, so he chose my mother. But also, who doesn't want to live a better life?"