Impure tits are left out.
Xie Qingcheng ordered two buns, one meat bun and one vegetable bun.
He Yu doesn't like eating meat buns, and feels that the meat is too greasy, but give him vegetable buns. He also feels that the leaves of the vegetables have not been washed carefully, and her attitude is like the concubine of the old man in the old society. Brother Xie finally opened the refrigerator with a cold face, and finally pulled out a bag of wontons from the refrigerator.
Brother Xie asked Aunt He: "The last bag made by the neighbor next door is pure natural and pollution-free. That's all. Do you want to eat it?"
Aunt He glanced at the eldest brother's eyes, and identified that the patience of the big man in charge had reached the critical limit.
After all, he was here to relax, and if he really wanted to annoy Xie Qingcheng, it wouldn't do him any good.
So He Yu smiled, and the beautiful and handsome face seemed to be somewhat restrained even though it was pretending.
"Then trouble you."
The next scene is called the magical reality of the volunteer world.
Dr. Xie, the lonely and widowed old man who was being consoled, had a gloomy face, pursed his thin lips tightly, and held a wooden spoon in front of the induction cooker to watch the water in the pot boil.
As for the college student volunteer who came to offer condolences, He Yu consciously stood as far away from Xie Qing as possible in a straight line. The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and he looks at the room so naturally, quietly and indifferently.
When He Yu was in junior high school, he followed Xie Xue several times. At that time, Li Rouqiu was still there, and there were wedding photos of Xie Qingcheng and her in the room.
The photo is gone now.
But it seems that it is not only the photos of Li Rouqiu, there are several places where the traces of old photos were removed earlier, and you can't see them unless you look carefully. He Yu felt that these photos may have been gone when he came to junior high school, it was just that he paid attention at that time. All the power was on Xie Xue, so he didn't pay too much attention.
"Do you want vinegar?" Xie Qingcheng asked him.
"Yes." He Yu said, "I will add it myself."
The house was very quiet, and across the wall, I could hear the small movements of the neighbors living in Moyu Lane. People in the world are like cells in the body. The operating time is scattered, the metabolism cycle of cells is different, and people live in their own rhythms. When the owner was washing dishes and chopsticks, the sound of the fire on the stove in the West family had just sounded.
He Yu leaned against the window lattice and saw a chameleon crawling over the window sill.
He stretched out his hand, and the chameleon was not afraid of him, so he touched its head.
He Yu's aura is like this, cold-blooded animals have always been close to him, and they don't avoid him, maybe they treat him as the same kind.
But Xie Xue likes furry, warm-blooded pets the most, and what she fears the most is worms, snakes, scorpions and spiders.
If Xie Xue saw this chameleon, she would be horrified and screamed to drive it away again and again.
He Yu touched the chameleon's head, and the chameleon narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
He Yu thought, maybe he and Xie Xue are so different in some ways that she doesn't like him, but likes Wei Dongheng.
Now he is standing here, standing in the place where Xie Xue spent her childhood and teenage years, the breath of life that could have soothed his mood and belonged to her has now become a lush thorn.
The roots go deep into the soil, and the branches pierce the sky.
Once a person's heart grows thorny grass, even the world will suffer from pain.
He Yu felt uncomfortable, so he whispered goodbye to Chameleon and walked away from Xie Xue's windowsill.
When Xie Qingcheng finished filling the wontons, when he turned around, he found that college student volunteer He Yu was already half-lying on the edge of his bed and covered his face with a pillow.
Xie Qingcheng: "...what are you doing. If you don't have a bath, just lie on my bed."
He Yu didn't speak, and still covered his face with a pillow, hiding himself like a chameleon.
Xie Qingcheng said, "You still haven't said a word?"
"… "
"If you don't move, I will treat you as suffocated and call the morgue to carry you."
After a few seconds of silence, presumably to avoid the bad luck of entering the morgue, He Yu finally raised his hand and pulled the pillow down a little, revealing half of his face, with almond eyes looking at Xie Qingcheng from behind the pillow, with a disgusting expression: "You The cigarette smells so bad on the bed."
Xie Qing put down the bowl: "Don't rely on the smell of smoke, get up to eat, go back early after eating, I want to rest."
"The last time I came to your house, the smell of tobacco was not that strong."
"How long ago was that."
Too.
He Yu thought.
That who, when Li Rouqiu was there, Xie Qingcheng still didn't smoke.
It is estimated that the sister-in-law will not allow it. Xie Qingcheng is quite cold, but he is very responsible and manly. If his wife doesn't like it, he will definitely find a way to let him go.
He Yu was lying on Xie Qingcheng's bed, looking at Xie Qingcheng's indifferent profile, he couldn't help but get up. When he first came to his house, Li Rouqiu smiled and went to help him prepare snacks and tea. While he was sitting and waiting , accidentally caught a glimpse of this large bed with a gauze curtain half-covered, at that time he felt very strange, because he couldn't imagine Xie Qingcheng sleeping with a woman.
Will Xie Qingcheng's serious and stern face also be infected with love/lust
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "What are you thinking about?"
He Yu said gracefully, "I'm thinking about life."
"… "
"Brother Xie, you didn't go on a blind date anymore?"
"I'm not planning to remarry."
"You're only in your thirties..." He Yu said slowly, "Aren't you alone?"
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him indifferently: "Your consultation scope is really wide, Doctor Pacific."
He Yu smiled.
It is estimated that Xie Qingcheng was indifferent.
"Do you want to eat the wontons? If you don't eat them, I'll fall."
He Yu was also hungry after all, so he finally got up and sat down at the small table as Xie Qingcheng wanted.
The chair that Xie Qing presented to him was still used by Xie Xue when he was a child. It was small and short, and it was very awkward for He Yu to sit on it with his height of 189. Xie Qingcheng threw him another bottle of vinegar, gave the child a spoon, and finally added coldly, "Would you like a bib?"
He Yu didn't care about him, turned his face and smiled slightly, looking good, but the meanness in his eyes revealed his provocation: "Then doctor, why don't you feed me directly?"
"… "
"Here." Then he handed the silver spoon back to Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qing's face was cold: "Go and eat by yourself."
However, the wonton was indeed a little hot, and He Yu wanted to cool it down a bit, so he picked up the phone and started crackling for a while.
Xie Qingcheng's fatherly nature could not be controlled: "You eat as much as you want, and play any game."
He Yu didn't lift his head, his fingers fluttered: "This is not a game."
Xie Qingcheng looked down at his screen, it really wasn't a game, it seemed to be a bunch of fast-moving codes.
"what."
"Practice your hands, hacker instructions."
"Don't you all use computers?"
"I have set it myself, and I can also operate it on my mobile phone on the computer." He Yu said lightly.
Xie Qingcheng is not very interested in this kind of thing, and he doesn't know much about it, but he probably knows He Yu's level, which should be very powerful. However, He Yu only regarded attacking other people's firewalls as a game that required concentration and concentration, and he had never done anything messy.
"Two minutes."
He Yu finally clicked the confirmation button, and the data was frozen on the breakthrough interface of a well-known website. He raised his hand and looked at the watch.
"The speed is okay this time, maybe I'm in a hurry to eat wontons." He smiled and closed the page again. He just wanted to play with the other party's firewall, and had no interest in the data and information in it, just like a queer thief who only likes Open all kinds of high-level locks, but don't bother to steal after the lock is opened.
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He Yu put down his phone, and the temperature of the wontons was just right, so he lowered his head and started to eat his wontons slowly.
Hand-made wontons are hard to buy outside. He Yu quietly ate the whole bowl of water, feeling still unfinished, and looked back at Xie Qingcheng.
"Look at what I'm doing? I don't have a code on my face."
"one more bowl."
"You should open the lid and get a prize, and have another bowl. The neighbor next door packaged it for me. You just ate the last bag, and you don't want any more."
"Then will you do it?"
"..." Xie Qingcheng smoked a cigarette and held it up, vaguely, "I won't cook it for you."
Saying that, he slammed the lighter on, bit the filter slightly sideways, and lit the cigarette.
He Yu frowned deeply: "Xie Qingcheng, when did you become addicted to cigarettes? It's so heavy. Can you stop smoking, in such a small room, you've made me smoky, and I can't breathe. ."
"This is your home and my home?" Xie Qingcheng took a breath, exhaled unceremoniously in the direction of He Yu, then looked at him in the light blue haze, "You eat my wontons, sit My chair, lying on my bed, covered with my pillow, and there are five or six people here making requests for me. You can't breathe, you go back, your villa is very green, and the air must be fresh. The door is there side."
"..." He Yu was speechless.
Xie Qingcheng brushed off the ash: "Would you like to go?"
"… "
"Remember to wash the dishes if you don't go. You are very polite at other people's houses. Don't do any work at my place."
"… "
Just wash.
After all, the young master is someone who has been abroad, and it is not that he does not know how to wash dishes.
With the sound of water flowing, Xie Qingcheng leaned against the window lattice and finished smoking a whole cigarette.
He was very tired at first, but after being tossed by He Yu like this, he didn't feel sleepy after going back and forth. After he was sleepy and smoked again, he woke up instead. He looked at how He Yu was washing dishes and chopsticks in front of the sink. The young man did not have bangs, and showed his elegant forehead very refreshingly. At this time, because he was washing dishes with his head down, there were some broken hair hanging down on his forehead. The young man's skin was tight, and even if the light was so dim, the side face still seemed to emit a soft light.
Very youthful, very delicate, the smell of the scum beasts can only be smelled when they are very close.
People are very smart.
Xie Qingcheng looked at him and thought.
If such a student does not have a mental illness, he should be victorious in every battle. He wants any girl, and he doesn't know what kind of girl it is, so he doesn't look down on him.
"Your bridle should be replaced, and the water outlet is too small."
He Shaojun finished washing the wonton bowl, turned off the faucet, put down the sleeves he buttoned up while washing the dishes, and wiped his wet hands.
Xie Qingcheng: "We are coming back less now, and we are too lazy to change."
The young master didn't feel anything in this regard, and said, "Then next time, I will ask Lao Zhao to find someone to replace it for you. And the lights in your room..."
"What's wrong with Deng." Xie Qingcheng had no good face.
"The lights are too dim, like a haunted house. If it goes darker, you won't be able to see who is standing in the room."
Xie Qingcheng was a little disgusted by him, how could he start picking on the thorns after putting down the bowl after eating.
He sneered because of this: "This doesn't seem to be your house."
"Besides, who can make people wrong without eyes, it's you, He Yu."
"… "
As soon as he said these words, He Yu couldn't catch up.
It is indeed unacceptable to He Yu that he kissed Xie Qingcheng as a woman in the Hangzhou hotel, and kissed him from the table to the bed.
He Yu lowered his voice: "Didn't you talk about this matter..."
Xie Qingcheng rolled his eyes: "You think I'd like to mention it. I can't keep your mouth shut."
I was embarrassed when there was a knock on the door.
In order to get rid of this embarrassment, Aunt He cleared her throat too much, but at this moment, she was run down and said, "I'm going to open the door."
"Hello, SF Express, is this Mr. Xie's house?"
He Yu opened the door.
A little brother wiped his sweat outside: "Well, Mr. Xie, right? You placed an appointment today, saying that you have something to send, and you want me to come pick it up."
He Yu turned around and said politely, "Mr. Xie, SF Express is here to pick up the package."
"..." Xie Qingcheng remembered, took a cardboard box from the things he brought with him and walked over, "Yes, I have something to send."
"Daily necessities, send them to Su City, look at the order form."
"Okay, no problem!"
The courier confirmed that it was correct, and was about to cover it for outer packaging, when He Yu stood beside him with his arms crossed, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Wait a minute." He stopped the courier from sealing the box, took the carton, and took a look at the clothes inside.
Be silent for a moment.
Just now, He Yu, who was still close to his relatives, slowly turned his head with his clothes in hand, with a gloomy aura: "Xie Qingcheng."
Xie Qing's expression remained unchanged: "What?"
He Yu: "...You sold the T-shirt I borrowed from you to hang salted fish and sell it second-hand?"
"You said you don't want it. Someone robbed you of 5,000 second-hand clothes. I can only keep them as rags." Xie Qingcheng calmly admitted, "What's the problem."
"What's the problem? I have a mental cleanliness, don't you know? The things I've used are ruined and I don't want to give them to people I don't know."
Xie Qingcheng said indifferently: "You are a kind of mental illness. Just get over it."
As he said, he grabbed the carton and stuffed it into the hands of the overwhelmed courier: "Send it, the buyer said that the goods will be delivered/paid."
"Xie Qingcheng!"
The courier hesitated and looked left and right: "Then... Is this sending or not?"
Aunt: "No."
Master: "Send."
The courier wiped his sweat: "…Would you like to discuss it with the two of you?"
"No need to discuss." Xie Qingcheng's dictatorship/authoritarianism emerged again, "I will send it if I say it."
After he finished speaking, he glared at the courier: "Hurry up, my order."
Few people could catch Xie Qingcheng's eye knife, and the courier kept making promises, and quickly ran away after finishing the order.
He Yu, who had a cloudy face because his personal belongings were sold, and Xie Qingcheng, who was in a better mood because he earned 5,000 yuan, were left behind.
"Aren't you upset? Let's go, I'll treat you to supper."
He Yu stood for a while, couldn't take it anymore, with a stern face, he picked up the one-shoulder schoolbag that was thrown on the bed, knocked Xie Qing's shoulder away, pushed the door without turning his head and walked out.
"Eat it by yourself!" he gritted his teeth. "Don't blink and eat up the five thousand dollars you earned from selling my clothes. Save it! Call me if you don't have enough food, and I'll deliver it to you in person!"
After hesitantly left a few words, the young man left Xie Qingcheng's house with his schoolbag on his back.
The driver had been waiting outside the alley for a long time. He Yu leaned over his long legs and got into the car. With a gloomy face, he asked the driver to close the car window completely, without even looking at the worldly excitement outside the window.
Driver: "Master, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
"No need." He Yu leaned back on the seat with a dark face, "I don't want to see anyone in a white coat again today."
The phone vibrated, and the man in the white coat sent him a message:
"Come and work in my office next Monday."
He Shao pulled his face and turned off the phone directly.