Another week passed.
This weekend, Xie Qingcheng didn't live in the Medical University - he was going back to the old house in downtown Shanghai to have a look.
Since their brothers and sisters went to college, the old house was no longer occupied by people. No matter what, there were differences between men and women. The living place of less than 40 square meters made Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue live a little embarrassing.
However, because they have a good relationship with their neighbors, and Auntie Li hurts them like a mother, the siblings will come back every three or five days to have a meal with Auntie Li and stay for two days.
Recently, Xie Qingcheng has a lot of things at hand and has not been home for a long time. It happened that he was free this week, so he called Xie Xue.
"Go to Aunt Li's house on the weekend, and I'll drive to pick you up."
Unexpectedly, Xie Xue said, "I passed by there the night before yesterday and have already visited her."
"...Why didn't you tell me."
"I—" Xie Xue turned her head, "I just have nothing to do."
"From Huda to Moyu Lane, you have to change to three subways, and there are no large shopping malls nearby. Where are you going to hang out?"
"Yes, yes."
"Xie Xue, don't lie to me here." Xie Qingcheng's tone suddenly became cold, "Have you been hiding something from me recently?"
Xie Xue hummed and couldn't make up a sentence for a long time, and finally just panicked "ah".
"Brother, my phone is out of battery."
"Xie Xue!"
"It's really out of power, I'm hanging up, bro, go by yourself, I have something to do on the weekend, remember to say hello to Aunt Li for me! Bye!"
Xie Qingcheng wanted to say something else, but the answer to him was already a series of busy beeps from his mobile phone.
…
Xie Qingcheng pinched the call, threw the phone on the table with a cold face, walked to the balcony of the dormitory, and smoked a whole cigarette in a distraught state.
If Xie Xue didn't go, he still had to go back.
Not only to see Aunt Li, but also to clean up the house. Although he didn't live there often, it was his and Xie Xue's real home after all.
So after class on Friday night, Xie Qingcheng packed up some simple personal items and took the subway back to Moyu Lane.
It is one of the few dilapidated alleys in the city that have not been demolished. It was built when it was a concession back then. The bricks are dark red and the edges are pink and white. The government allocates money every year to repair the exterior to make it as beautiful as possible, but it still cannot change the fate of the beauty. The criss-crossing clotheslines are like wrinkles that cannot be covered by powder, and the peeling paint in the details is a dull lip gloss. These low-rise buildings lie among the bright and modern buildings, which are easily reminiscent of sitting in the middle of young people to take pictures. The grandmother is quite characteristic of the times.
Xie Qingcheng entered the alley. Some aunts and uncles were collecting clothes. When they saw him, they greeted him—
"Professor Xie, are you back?"
"Did Dr. Xie eat it? Grandpa and uncle boiled some corn here and can't eat it. I'll send it to you later."
Xie Qingcheng agreed with them, then turned sideways into the entrance of the building full of broken bicycles, and entered the gate of his own courtyard.
The neighbors called him Xiao Xie at first. Later, Xie Xue grew up, his mouth was far sweeter than him, and he communicated with others much more frequently than him, so the affectionate title "Xiao Xie" was given to his sister, and he was most likely to be called "Xiao Xie". They politely called Professor Xie, Doctor Xie.
The only elder not named Xie Qingcheng's professional name is Auntie Li.
Xie Qingcheng and her house are in the same hall. As soon as he entered the house and put the change of clothes he brought back, he knocked on the door of Aunt Li's house.
"Noisy, go to hell, at night—"
After knocking for a long time, Auntie Li's Xiaohong broke the door and didn't open the door, but the uncle who lived in the attic opened the window and stretched out a sparsely-haired skull. , Grandpa and uncle restrained the saliva Xingzi.
"Oh, it turns out that Doctor Xie is back."
"Uncle, what about Aunt Li?"
"Hey, hey, she saw Xiao Xie a few days ago, and she felt that Nong wouldn't come back so soon, so she went to her little sister's place today."
"Going to her friend's place?" Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly.
"Yeah, oh, it's not like Nong doesn't know about Aunt Nong Li, people are crazy, a lot of years are going to be crazy and the little sisters are going to do some cheongsam show, have a good time. will be back."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"Have you eaten Dr. Xie's meal yet?" After the uncle chatted, he greeted Xie Qingcheng, "Have you eaten yet? Come and eat with your uncle."
Xie Qingcheng and the neighbors have always been rude: "What to eat?"
"Eat mangoes." Uncle poked out a bark-like old hand from the narrow window, holding a large yellow mango that had been peeled.
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
Seeing his expression, the old urchin laughed loudly, and his sparse hair trembled in the wind: "Look at you, look at you, serious, brows furrowed, hahahahaha, hairy."
Xie Qingcheng: "...Forget it, eat it yourself, I'm going home."
After saying that, he slammed the door and entered his room.
The house is divided into two halves, separated by a simple blue curtain. The one who can see the outside scenery from the window is Xie Xue's residence. Although the space is small, there are several pots of lovely succulent plants in the window, and there are blooming plants. rose flower. The bed was the princess bed that Xie Qing presented to her when she was in junior high school. There were colorful dolls and pillows on it, and there were faded star posters on the wall next to the edge of the bed.
Xie Qingcheng threw his coat on his bed, slid his slender fingers into the tie buckle, loosened it, and let out a breath.
His bed was placed next to the door, separated by a gauze curtain. He was not so particular about his life. An old-fashioned wooden bed was used from his parents' generation. The old furniture is sturdy, more than 30 years old. Conscientiously accompanied by wind and rain, it is still very stable and durable.
After a busy week, Xie Qingcheng was too tired. He poured some water and took some medicine. He lay down on the bed and slept for a while. When he woke up, it was completely dark.
When Aunt Li was away, he was too lazy to sit down and have a good meal, so he took out his mobile phone and ordered a takeaway.
Before closing the page after clicking, a WeChat prompt popped up.
He Yu: "Where are you?"
Xie Qingcheng was too lazy to return.
The second message popped up again: "I came to Medical University to find you, but I didn't see you."
"… "
Xie Qingcheng was so tired that he didn't want to type, so he replied as little as he could: "home."
He Yu doesn't seem to want money for a lot of words: "Are you at home? Are you home yet? Is Xie Xue with you too?"
People who have been tense all the time, once they return to the realm of peace of mind and relax completely, it is difficult to wind up the clockwork immediately.
Xie Qingcheng was like this. He lay flat on the old-fashioned wooden bed, his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt were loose. He was lazy and soft, and he couldn't even move his fingers. Tired and hoarse: "Are you bothering you? She's not with me. What is she doing with me on the weekend? There's no milk for you to drink. You don't know how to order takeout, and you need someone to accompany you?"
He usually doesn't speak so harshly to He Yu.
Mainly, He Yu found out that he was cheating before. He was a little lost, and he didn't know how to get back a game, so he didn't find the kid for a whole week.
Now He Yu took the initiative to play him, and he also came to the fire, he wanted to rest, and he didn't want to worry about neurosis.
The neuropathy was really silent for a while.
Then came a text message.
"I'm a little bored."
Xie Qingcheng continued to speak without hesitation: "Play with your classmates."
Text message: "I want to come to you."
"You don't understand what I'm saying, He Yu? I have to rest on weekends, and I'm in my own home. You came here a few times when you were young, and you don't remember the way." Xie Qingcheng rejected him irritably, but it was probably because he was flat. Lying on the edge of the bed, people are tired and can't help but bring some soft nasal sounds.
He Yu is another text message: "Don't worry, I remember it very clearly."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
Yes, otherwise, how can you be a scholar.
"You don't come, there's no time to entertain you. Unless you're sick again. Are you sick?"
Text message: "Not sick."
"Then don't come."
Then send a text message: "You lost to me last time, and I haven't asked you yet, have I?"
Xie Qingcheng stared blankly at the ceiling, the light from the mobile phone screen illuminated his face blue Yingying, more and more lifeless and dull: "... He Yu, what do you want."
This time, the other party's news didn't reply immediately, and he seemed to be thinking.
Just when Xie Qingcheng lost his patience and was about to throw his phone aside and continue to sleep, He Yu received another message, this time it was a direct voice. The young man's voice condition is very good, Yichi is warm and deep, and every word is subtle.
It's just a shameless thing to say.
"I'm not sick, but I'm not in a good mood. I'm tired of pretending to be in front of others, but I don't need it in front of you, so I came to you to relax."
"...Am I in the playground? You come here to relax when you're okay?" Xie Qingcheng got angry at the nice tone, "He Yu, what kind of mental obstacle do you have? You avoided me faster than a dog before, but last time Let you get some sweetness, you are still chasing after yourself, why, are you still addicted?"
He Yu actually didn't know what was going on with him.
Maybe Xie Xue had been chased in his eyes before, and there was always a little expectation in his heart.
Now this expectation is gone, and he doesn't want to let Xie Xue see him anymore, so he has no choice but to turn his eyes away.
In this daze, he finally found that Xie Qingcheng was the best object for him to resolve the knot - Xie Qingcheng knew him very well, and...
And Xie Qingcheng's eyes are at least similar to Xie Xue's.
He looked at it, somewhat relieved even if he knew it was fake. What's more, it's really interesting to let Xie Qingcheng lose to him. It was something he never expected or imagined before.
Xie Qingcheng may be right, he is a little addicted.
However, what he didn't expect was that he was waiting for Xie Qingcheng to call him again, but he didn't wait for it. A week has passed, and I can't help but feel a little bored, so I sent him such a message tonight, and after Xie Qingcheng refused again and again, he couldn't help but change the text message to the voice message with a cold face, hoping that the other party could Hear the displeasure in his voice.
"I'll come right now."
Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he threw his phone on the wall, and He Yu's rude voice was still playing automatically in the cramped old house—
"You haven't seen me for a week, so you're not afraid."
Xie Qingcheng sighed: "I'm fucking afraid of you."
He Yu is a pragmatic person, and it's really coming. Xie Qingcheng originally pointed to him and found the wrong location, but when the old security door was knocked unhurriedly, Xie Qingcheng knew it. , It is more realistic to expect He Yu's IQ to decline than to expect He Yu to fall into the manhole cover under construction while walking on the road.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
"..." Xie Qingcheng, who was lying on the bed so tired that the power cut off, moved his fingers, but still didn't want to get up.
He Yu gave full play to the contemporary college students' excellent qualities of respecting the old, caring for the young, and being civilized and polite. He didn't rush or leave, and Xie Qingcheng didn't get up. door.
He wasn't even in a hurry.
He was not in a hurry, but the old uncle upstairs, who had a good hearing, was in a hurry, and the uncle pushed open the attic window: "Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock knock! I won't ask a question for so long! Sheng, which one are you looking for? Come to participate in community public welfare and offer condolences to the lonely and widowed elderly?"
…
What a fucking shame.
Xie Qingcheng, a lonely and widowed old man lying on the bed pretending to be dead, was forced to stand up, opened the security door, and shouted to the upstairs: "It's okay, uncle, my acquaintance."
While grasping the collar of the young man standing outside, he violently dragged him into the house through the crack of the half-open door.
"Come in for me." The tattered security door slammed shut behind the two of them, and the word "Fu" on the door was trembling and tilted a few inches because of the strength.
Xie Qing had a dark face and threw He Yu against the wall.
"What do you want to do?"
He Yu stood leaning against the wall, there was a faint fragrance of washing clothes on his body, and the breath of young boys who had been basking in the sun for a long time, the smell of prosperous youth.
This smell entered the room and mixed with Xie Qingcheng's cold and desolate tobacco smell.
He Yu raised his eyebrows, raised his finger and pointed upstairs: "Didn't everyone else say it? I'm here to console the lonely old man."
As he said, he bypassed Xie Qingcheng, who was standing in front of him, and turned on the headlights in the house with a snap. This series of actions was smooth and smooth. The young man did not have the subtlety of volunteers at all, and he did not consider himself an outsider at all.
The most irritating thing is that after walking around the house, the volunteer comrade actually turned around and politely asked the "old and widowed old man" whom he condoled.
"Brother Xie, I'm a little hungry, can you give me something to eat?"
Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he raised his hand and grabbed his drooping forehead hair: "Go drink milk."
"Do you have milk for me?"
"..." Xie Qingcheng unhappily flipped a box of Shuhua milk from the cardboard box and threw it to him.
He Yu glanced at it: "This milk is not pure enough, I never drink this brand."
"… "
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were like blades, and his lips were like frost: "Then what do you want to drink, young master? Do you want me to find someone to give you some fresh produce?"