The sizzling sound of fried rice came from the small kitchen, and He Yu and Xie Xue sat at the small greasy dining table.
Xie Xue swept away the haze and smiled relaxedly as she waited for her elder brother to prepare the meal.
He Yu also smiled perfunctorily, but rolled his eyes in his heart.
The sliding door of the kitchen with the posters was opened, and the familiar smell of rice came out first, then Xie Qingcheng came out, took off his apron, his shirt was still waisted, and his trousers were straight. Although he has a cold temperament, he is a good big brother. Because his parents died early, he is the head of the family and takes care of the younger generation since he was a child, so his cooking skills are very good.
Xie Xue saw her brother rolled up half of his sleeves, carried a tray, and placed it on the small table.
"It's so fragrant. Brother, you are so handsome! I love you so much, I love you so much, hurry up! I'm starving to death!"
Xie Qingcheng said with a sullen face: "Girls, don't talk about such words. It's ridiculous. Go, wash your hands first."
He said to He Yu again, "You too."
He Yu had not eaten such fried rice for a long time.
Xie Qingcheng's fried rice is fluffy and golden, with distinct grains of rice. When He Yu was a child, he observed Xie Qingcheng's fried rice, his sister's favorite staple, on the stove. He knew that good fried rice needs to use overnight rice, and it should not be too moist. Not too dry either. Before placing the rice in the pot, stir in a large bowl with beaten egg so that each piece of rice is evenly coated with golden brown.
When the hot oil boils, quickly place two fresh eggs in the pot, smash and stir, and quickly pick up. Then add the lard, pour the rice covered with egg liquid into the frying pan and stir fry over high heat.
But this is actually not authentic Yangzhou fried rice. Xie Qingcheng adjusted it according to Xie Xue's taste and never put green beans, but this did not hinder its deliciousness. The three plates of steaming fried rice were all golden and oily. There is light under the lamp, and there are ham cut into small pieces, as well as tender shrimp, and the tender green onion is sprinkled on it, and the color and taste are very attractive.
He Yu was eating, but he had an abacus in his heart.
He really didn't know how to eat. Xie Xue kept talking and laughing at the dinner table, but because Xie Qing presented it, most of her laughter and laughter were directed at her brother. The two brothers and sisters chatted freely together. I haven't gotten along with these two people for too long and I can't get in touch, and it becomes a background board without any sense of existence for them to chat.
The background board was very unhappy, and he had to find a way to present Xie Qing to Zhi Chu.
"anything else?"
While distracted, the fragrant fried rice has been eaten silently to the end by himself. He Yu came back to his senses and said politely to Xie Qing who was looking at him: "No need."
"Brother, I want more, you can add more to me!"
Xie Qingcheng took Xie Xue's dinner plate, Xie Xue bit his chopsticks and said to He Yu: "My brother's cooking is much better than yours, and it's very delicious, why don't you have another bowl?"
He Yupi smiled but said, "If you are the one who can crush the scale, it is enough to have you, and I will not cause trouble."
"Hey! How can you be like this! You hate me!"
"It was you who thought that what I made was not as tasty as his—"
The two were arguing when Xie Qingcheng's voice came from the kitchen: "Xie Xue, why are you putting buckets of water here?"
"Oh." Xie Xue immediately stopped fighting with He Yu, as if the person who was laughing with He Yu was not her, she sat up and said: "The school said that the water in the dormitory will be cut off tomorrow, so I filled a bucket of water. It is kept, but the kitchen is too small, and it will get in the way of putting it elsewhere, so I can only put it on the chest of drawers first.”
"It's so high, what if you push the door and don't pay attention and fall off?"
The fool said, "Oh, brother, don't worry about it, it's alright."
The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and He Yu, who was keen on pulling girls' braids, listened to the conversation between the two of them. His beautiful and pure apricot eyes glanced at the kitchen, and suddenly a very bad trick was born in his heart...
The three of them had dinner, Xie Qingcheng didn't like cleaning, so He Yu, as a gentle, reliable and excellent boy on the surface, naturally took the initiative to take on the work of washing dishes and pots.
"Want to help?" Xie Xue asked.
"I'll call you again later." He Yu said with a faint smile, turned around and went to the kitchen, and closed the door.
His smile disappeared as soon as the door closed.
He Yu began to carefully observe the angle. He first moved the bucket of water on the chest of drawers to a position where the door would just knock over.
Then, he calmly found the hair dryer that Xie Xue had placed on the second floor of the chest of drawers, put it into the sink without blinking, and turned on the faucet.
"Wow—"
The high-end hair dryer that Xie Xuetun bought for half a month's salary was turned into a pile of trash by her unsuspecting Young Master He.
very good.
He Yu calmly dried the hair dryer and put it back in the cabinet.
The preparatory work is over.
He glanced calmly at the girl who was joking with Xie Qingcheng through the crack of the door, turned around and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, quietly turned on the faucet, and started pouring detergent to wash the dishes.
That posture is simply a good person! One of five good young people!
However, if you do too much bad things, you will always be punished.
Just as He Yu had planned all these actions carefully, and had just shaken off the water droplets on his hands, and was about to let the heroine come in to accept this "coincidence" encounter he planned, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the kitchen. He Yu turned back immediately, and saw a tall and straight man's figure already reflected outside the frosted glass.
He Yu opened his almond eyes, and before he could stop it, he heard Xie Qingcheng say outside, "He Yu, I'll come in and wash my hands."
"Wait-"
As soon as he said half a word, he heard an earth-shattering noise. He Yu deliberately swayed the bucket on the edge of the chest of drawers, and then—
"Whoa!"
The bucket full of water, the water that should have fallen on Xie Xue's head according to He Yu's plan, just smashed it down directly according to Xie Qingcheng's handsome face!
Hold!
Not a fucking drop wasted!
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
The water splashed, the room was in shambles, and the bucket of water with perfect merit rolled back and forth beside Xie Qingcheng from the wet head to the shoes. Finally, the old man rolled slowly outside the living room as if he was walking. In front of his slippers, he stopped contentedly.
Xie Xue witnessed the whole process outside, and everyone trembled with fright.
finished...
It's fucking over, it's over, it's over!
Xie Xue looked at her eldest brother soaked all over, and slowly turned his head towards himself. His originally fair face was washed with a large bucket of sweet rain from the sky, and his complexion became jade white and his eyebrows were dark and wet. Broken hair hangs down his forehead, dripping with water droplets. Drops of water ran through his eyebrows and into his eyes widened in disbelief, and he squinted subconsciously, then came to his senses.
"Xie Xue!!"
Xie Xue shuddered, shrinking herself in fear.
Xie Qingcheng shook off the dripping forehead, and said angrily, "I said earlier, don't put the bucket on the chest of drawers!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Xie Xue ran in tremblingly, took the mop and the tissue, handed the tissue to her brother, and went to the chest of drawers to rummage through the hair dryer, "Brother, I didn't expect it to fall... Mingming It's okay to just go in and out... You blow your hair first, don't catch a cold."
He Yu blinked his gentle almond eyes guiltily from behind.
Xie Xue pulled Xie Qingcheng into the living room, unknowingly pulled out the scrapped hair dryer that He Yu had drenched with water, connected it to the electric board, and flipped the switch.
No movement.
"what?"
Press again.
Still nothing.
"… "
Press repeatedly.
"...Brother." Xie Xue looked at her brother's gloomy face, almost felt that she was about to die, and said in a trembling voice, "Blow, the hair dryer seems to be broken..."
Xie Qingcheng glanced at the cold peach blossom eyes: "Is this the hair dryer you told me to buy for 4,000 yuan?"
Xie Xue almost knelt down.
How could she be so unlucky! ! !
Originally, Xie Qingcheng didn't understand why she wanted to buy a hair dryer that was more expensive than an ordinary TV, so she scolded her at the time, thanks to her repeatedly explaining how good the machine was and how well-maintained it was. The most important thing about hair is that it is of excellent quality, and it will not be damaged after 20 years of use.
"I swear, I will use this hair dryer within 20 years! Otherwise, you can cut off my head to offset the IQ tax!"
At that time, the voice was still in my ears. Under Xie Qingcheng's cold eyes, Xie Xue only felt a chill in her neck. She couldn't help but take a step back and raised her hand to cover her beautiful neck.
Not knowing what to do, Xie Xue caught a glimpse of He Yu wiping her hands clean, and came out of the kitchen like a dog. She had an idea, just like seeing the god of life, she hurriedly rushed over to He Yu crying, shouting: "He Yu! Can you do me a favor? My hair dryer is broken! Who would have known such a bad luck! Is there a change of clothes in your dormitory? Is there a hair dryer? Can you take my brother over to change it? Teacher thank you!"
"… "
She acted so politely in front of her brother again.
He Yu smiled and cooperated very well: "Mr. Xie, you are so out of touch."
His eyes turned to Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng leaned back on the sofa, his sharp jaw was still dripping water, his casual gray shirt was completely wet, the fabric was clinging to his skin, and he could see the outline of his chest that was faintly showing, and Thin waist - at this moment, he is turning his head sideways, his eyes are slanted, his thin lips are slightly pursed, and he stares at Xie Xue with a gloomy expression, as if he is preparing to destroy the prodigal sister in a righteous way.
He Yu looked at him and felt a slight headache.
In his original plan, Xie Xue should be the one who was completely soaked and desperate to go back to the dormitory with him to blow his hair.
Why did it go wrong and became Xie Qingcheng
He is a straight man of steel and hates doctors. He does not welcome Xie Qingcheng to his dormitory at all.
But there was no way, it was done, Xie Qingcheng was made into such a mess by him, Xie Xuedu had already asked for help, he had to sigh softly, walked to Xie Qingcheng, and looked at the man sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression. The doctor said:
"You're all soaked, so don't stare. Doctor Xie, come back with me to change a suit? My dormitory is not far from here, only ten minutes away. Let's go."
.
The male dormitory of the School of Art of Huzhou University is a room for four. When He Yu brought Xie Qingcheng back, it was dinner time, and the roommates went out for food, and there was no one else in the house.
"Wear this set." He Yu took a clean set of underwear from the closet and handed it to Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng showed disgust: "Sports T-shirt?"
"What's wrong?"
What's the matter? This kind of clothes is only worn by boys when they were studying. He wore this kind of style more than ten years ago and twenty years ago. He didn't even know what he looked like when he put on this kind of clothes before. I don't really remember it, it's not suitable for him at all now.
"You give me a shirt."
"Tsk, I'm so sorry Doctor Xie, you don't have to pick." He Yu smiled, but now that Xie Xue was gone, he didn't pretend.
His smile suddenly became perfunctory and frivolous like a piece of gauze, his eyes were dark and he didn't feel any sincerity, and his attitude towards Xie Qingcheng was no longer so polite: "Here I am, this is really the only one. This is the right size for you, my shirt is too big for you."
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes, his eyes passed through the wet forehead that pierced in front of him, and fell on He Yu's face.
After He Yu wiped off the polite disguise, the teasing on the corner of his lips became obvious. When he met Xie Qingcheng's gaze, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't wear it? If you don't wear it, you have to go out naked."
"… "
Xie Qingcheng ruthlessly pulled the change of clothes out of his hand, and went to the bathroom with a stern face.
He Yu stood outside the bathroom waiting for him to change his clothes, and suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar...
He spoke to the man inside through the frosted glass door: "By the way, Dr. Xie, I suddenly remembered something from the past."
"Do you remember that year, when I went to your university dormitory—"
"I don't remember, go away."
He Yu smiled. Before he finished speaking, Xie Qingcheng denied it directly. What was the difference between that and a firm acknowledgment
Xie Qingcheng, like him, remembered the old grudge.
The injustice has the first debt and the owner, and even the clothes are his revenge for Xie Qingcheng after many years.
Thinking about it like this, I'm actually a little happy. After many years, I turned around, maybe this is the feeling
"Then hurry up." Without Xie Xue, He Yu's tail was almost unable to hide in front of Xie Qingcheng. He smiled and leaned against the bathroom door, his arms folded, his voice almost indistinct. Showing an uncontrollable arrogance, he bent his index finger and tapped the frosted glass, "We'll go back to find your sister after the change."
A few minutes later, Xie Qingcheng pushed the door aggressively and came out, slammed into He Yu, and even nearly knocked him to the ground.
He Yu was caught off guard, groaned, and bowed to cover his nose.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes indifferently: "Why are you so close?"
He Yu was in so much pain that he didn't want to pretend at all: "... Xie Qingcheng, are you unreasonable? You bumped into it yourself."
When his temper came up, he would still call Xie Qingcheng's full name in private.
Xie Qingcheng paused: "Go get an ice pack."
"Where am I going to find ice?" He Yu took his hand away from the bridge of his red nose, rubbed it, barely holding back his anger, but he couldn't help but slap him, "I think you look like ice, take yours Give me a hand to put it on."
Xie Qingcheng imagined the scene, and gave a succinct evaluation with a cold face: "Too gay. I am homophobic."
Saying that, he pushed open his chest, detoured into the dormitory, and looked around.
He Yu was speechless by him: "What did you say, I didn't mean that, you are more homophobic than you are..."
"Where's the hair dryer?" Xie Qingcheng didn't have to allow the boy to explain. He was too lazy to listen.
"… on the stool."
Xie Qingcheng plugged in the wiring board and went to blow his hair. He Yu was standing on the balcony, still a little unhappy. He stared at Xie Qingcheng who was blowing his hair from a distance. He really didn't know why such a person would be Xie Xue. 's brother.
Xie Xue regarded her brother like a savior, and worshipped him very much.
He didn't understand where Xie Qingcheng deserved to be worshipped.
It's just an old man.
But looking at it, He Yu was a little distracted.
He remembered that Xie Qingcheng was a childhood nightmare in his eyes. He was always afraid of him, had to see him, had to be embarrassed in front of him, and lost his manners. Xie Qingcheng had seen him go mad, and he had also been tied up with restraints and struggled frantically, roaring at him like a mad trapped beast. Xie Qingcheng looked at him calmly at that time, approached him under the shadowless lamp, he smelled the cold disinfectant, and then the needle pierced the skin...
At that time, he felt that Xie Qingcheng was very tall.
It's cold again.
Powerful, undeniable, a cloud loomed over him, and he seemed to be unable to escape this nightmare for the rest of his life.
But I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few years, whoever looked up and who looked down, all fell down.
He Yu slightly lowered his eyes and looked at him—
what happened.
Looking at it now, he doesn't seem as scary as before.
Maybe it's because many people leave illusory impressions of things in childhood. Those impressions are formed by the precipitation of the brain over the years, and they are not the original. For example, the TV series I watched when I was a child always felt very long, but when I looked back, it was only about 20 episodes. Another example is the shepherd dog I was afraid of when I was a child. But only to the knees of adults.
Maybe he has such a psychological difference towards Xie Qingcheng.
His gaze stopped for a long time until Xie Qingcheng noticed it.
Xie Qingcheng turned his head and said coldly, "What are you looking at?"
He Yujing for a while: "See if my clothes fit you."
"… "
"It's really big." He Yu said, "Xie Qingcheng, I remember you used to be very tall."
Xie Qingcheng said coldly: "I don't think I need to use my height and body shape to show off my strength."
Then he turned around and continued to blow his hair, but his face looked a little ugly before turning his head.
He Yu suddenly realized at this moment that his childhood nightmare was nothing but an ordinary man, even a little thin, his white T was too big for him, and he could see a pale man in the recess under his neckline. The skin, like the water flowing from a snow-capped mountain, is in the shadow of the clothes.
It's strange, how could I be so afraid of him at that time
Before he knew it, Xie Qingcheng blew his hair. Straight men are not very good at holding themselves. He flipped casually in front of the mirror, put down the hairdryer, turned around and said to He Yu, "I'll go first. Yes. Your clothes will be returned to you tomorrow."
"No need to pay it back. I'm not used to wearing clothes that other people have worn. Throw it away when you're done wearing it, it's too old."
Having said all this, Xie Qingcheng no longer insisted, and brushed the ends of his hair, which were still wet, and said, "Okay, then I'll go first."
"Aren't you going to Xie Xue's side with me again?"
"I'm not going." Xie Qing said, "There are other things to do at night."
"write thesis?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't have the social habit of concealing his private affairs, or maybe he didn't care, so he put on his watch, fastened the buckle, and glanced at He Yu: "Blind date."
He Yu, who was just casually chatting with him, didn't react at first, he was still absent-minded, and even secretly happy that Xie Qingcheng finally left wisely, but after a few seconds, the two words finally ran out of his ears. The reflex arc, which can circle the earth once, reaches the end of the brain.
He Yu was slightly surprised, turned around quickly, and widened his almond eyes.
Isn't Xie Qingcheng married
Why are you still kissing
Why didn't Xie Xue mention it to him
Numerous thoughts came up, and He Yu blinked, grasping a thread from the chaotic thoughts.
He looked at Xie Qingcheng, whose half face was indifferent in the shadow of light, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Are you... divorced?"