The door slammed shut, and the room became even quieter.
Ye Qin stood there for a while, until his breathing calmed down and the buzzing in his ears stopped, then he kicked off his other shoe and walked back to the room barefoot.
As soon as he entered the room, he found that the blankets used the day before yesterday were neatly stacked at the end of the bed, and the books and uncapped pens on the table were also put back in their original places. Obviously, someone came in and cleaned them up.
Ye Qin didn't want to look at these things, so he walked quickly to the balcony, looked down and accidentally saw that the green radishes on the ground had been changed to a position facing away from the sun, and the soil was also damp, as if it had just been watered.
This potted plant was a few days ago when he went to a nearby supermarket and saw someone selling potted plants on the side of the road, thinking about the lack of green at home, so he brought it back. Throw it on the balcony and forget about it. The heavy responsibility of watering the flowers and grass falls on Cheng Feichi. Every day, he fetches water to water it.
Raising his hand to grab a handful of hair, Ye Qin was almost annoyed, why are there traces of that guy everywhere
Just then, the phone in his pocket rang.
It was Zhou Feng, who came up and asked, "Is Xueba okay? You two didn't quarrel, did you?"
Ye Qin: "He has something to do with me, so what if we quarrel?"
Zhou Feng: "... It seems that there is a quarrel. Oh, it's normal for him to be angry. Brother Qin, please comfort me."
Ye Qin rolled his eyes: "I am the one who is angry!"
"Why are you angry? It's not you who was humiliated in public."
Ye Qin couldn't tell the family's bad things clearly, so he could only talk nonsense: "I'm mad at him for being stupid, he would sneak into the trap when he saw it, and dare to win their money."
Zhou Feng was silent for a few seconds: "Xueba didn't know how to play with money at first..."
Ye Qin was furious: "Which side are you standing on? Are you still talking for him?"
"Calm down, calm down, I'm just giving them a message. Liu Yangfan said that he didn't know you would be so angry. If he knew, he wouldn't play so big. Brother Qin, you too, don't want to see him being bullied, and you insisted on calling him over. Why bother?" Zhou Feng dared to say anything because Ye Qin couldn't reach him on the phone.
Ye Qin's mood that had finally calmed down became turbulent again, and he wanted to hang up the phone with a beard and staring eyes. Zhou Feng finally persuaded him: "He must have endured so long for your sake. Anyway, if I would definitely leave the table on the spot... Qin Brother, don't embarrass others too much."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Qin, who was no longer irritable, stood there for a long time.
Once a person is empty, many things that he usually has no time to recall will flood his head.
I still remember the first time I saw Cheng Feichi, the seemingly gentle but indifferent aura seemed to draw a circle around him, blocking everyone except himself, especially those eyes, sharp and full of guard. His temper was not very good, the tire was just punctured, so he grabbed his wrist fiercely and let the knife fall to the ground, and then dragged him for a few miles under the pretext of turning over to the police station, which scared him to the point of crying.
No matter how you look at it, he is not a submissive person.
So why did he hold back in the Nanguo Mansion just now and didn't leave? No one is stopping him from leaving
After thinking about it, Ye Qin became upset again, kicked the pot of green radishes, and turned to get a drink from the refrigerator.
Passing by the living room, he inevitably saw three dishes sealed with plastic wrap on the table. Meat and shrimp were his favorites, and bamboo shoots were one of the few vegetables he was willing to eat. Walking into the kitchen, the light of the rice cooker is on, and it is in the heat preservation state. There are two empty bowls next to it, with two pairs of chopsticks on them, apparently for serving rice.
This reminded Ye Qin of the WeChat messages he received but didn't reply to in the afternoon, and the message he had received at the same time asking him what he wanted to eat.
Ye Qin puffed up his chest, took a deep breath through his nose, and then exhaled heavily through his mouth.
At this moment, even if he wanted to avoid it because of a guilty conscience, and no longer wanted to face it squarely, he had to admit that that person had changed a lot since he was with him.
He takes care of himself in everything. As long as he is around, he just needs to sit at the table and open his mouth to eat; Reliable back; Even though he is so poor, he slaps his face swollen to pretend to be a fat man, arranges everything when dating, and doesn't let himself spend a penny.
He tolerated all his unreasonable tempers and deep-rooted bad tempers, waited for himself in the rain for two full hours, and had no complaints when his clothes were soaked in rain; even if he couldn't figure out why he was angry, he would still try his best to coax himself Happy.
The light was on in the room, and when I turned my head, I could see the can of stars that had been placed on the bedside since it was discovered.
It was impossible for Ye Qin not to remember all the care and cherishment he had taken towards him. Just a few hours ago, facing the ridicule and ridicule of the whole room, Cheng Feichi's first reaction was not to get angry or turn away, but to sit beside him and cover him with a warm blanket.
It would be great if he wasn't Ye Jinxiang's son.
The unrealistic thoughts made Ye Qin's heart swell inexplicably, and his heart hurt as if being pulled down by some heavy object. However, amidst the messy and abundant emotions, he fumbled to find a bright exit.
What does this have to do with Cheng Feichi
It's not what he wanted to be Ye Jinxiang's illegitimate child.
Yeqin's heart beat suddenly fast, pounding in his chest, as if a piece of thick solid ice shattered in front of his eyes, and the ice shot out with a crisp sound. The big holes on the face came out one after another.
He ran to the door in three steps at a time. While putting on his shoes, he thought about where to find someone, or should he call Cheng Feichi first.
Will he take it? What if I don't answer
The more anxious Ye Qin became, the more flustered he was, stepping on one shoe and jumping around looking for the key in the house, but he couldn't find it after a round, and he couldn't wait any longer, thinking that he would stop looking. Cheng Feichi has the key on him, and if I can't find him, I won't come back up.
He made all the mental preparations in just one minute, the preparations for sleeping on the street, the preparations for making countless calls that the other party would not answer, but he didn't expect to open the door, and the person who was kicked out by him was still standing at the door.
Cheng Feichi was originally leaning against the wall. After the door opened, he stood up straight and let go of his arms wrapped around his chest.
Ye Qin saw that he was holding the slipper that was kicked out by him.
The two stared at each other for a long time in the dark stairwell, as if they were waiting for the other to speak first.
It was Cheng Feichi who moved first. He took two steps forward, squatted down, held Yeqin's slender left ankle, took off the unlaced sneakers on his feet, and put the slipper on his hand for more than half an hour. put him on.
Ye Qin looked down at the top of his hair, moved his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.
He thought he grew up so big, even at the request of the elementary school teacher, he never gave his mother footwashing water once. So he couldn't figure out how Cheng Feichi could do this dishonorable behavior under the traditional concept of men in his country so calmly, as if it was commonplace.
Now he suddenly understood a little bit, Cheng Feichi never cared about those childish so-called face in front of him. When he promised to communicate, he said he would be responsible, so he really kept it in his heart, and expressed his care with actions in every minute and every second of his daily life, instead of those useless sweet words.
It was approaching midnight, the corridor was so quiet that a needle could be heard, the voice-activated delay light was off, and only the light coming in from the corridor window was enough for Yeqin to distinguish the outline of the person in front of him.
Cheng Feichi straightened his waist and said in the darkness, "Go in."
The moment he turned around, Ye Qin rushed forward without thinking, and hugged his waist from behind.
Cheng Feichi staggered from being hit by him again, and the light above his head turned on. Ye Qin's hot and rapid breath was transmitted to his back through a layer of fabric, and the sound of crying rang in his ears, as if he was carrying thousands of small hooks, firmly nailing him in place.
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong." Ye Qin hugged Cheng Feichi with all his strength, for fear that he would go away.
After apologizing, he lost all face and found that the person he hugged forcibly showed no sign of turning back. Yeqin felt frightened and wronged, sucked his nose hard a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't give birth to me!" Are you angry... Brother."
When the clock struck zero, so did the microwave.
Ye Qin was in a hurry to bring out the hot dishes, but accidentally burned his hands, and hissed and gasped.
"Let me do it." Cheng Feichi squeezed in front of him, took out the dishes and brought them directly to the table.
After sitting down, Ye Qin deliberately raised his fingers and blew, and finally caught Cheng Feichi's attention. He took Ye Qin's hand and looked at it: "It's okay, let's eat."
Knowing that there was no rush, Ye Qin obediently picked up the chopsticks and took a mouthful of white rice.
The two of them didn't eat the staple food at night, so it stands to reason that they should be hungry. Ye Qin ate a bowl of rice at the speed of light, and when he sat down with another bowl, he found that there were still so many things in Cheng Feichi's bowl opposite him, and he basically didn't move.
After staring at him carefully, I belatedly realized that his complexion was not very good, with an unnatural paleness.
"What kind of wine did they give you? Why don't you tell me if you're not feeling well?" Ye Qin threw down his chopsticks and hurriedly rummaged through the boxes at home.
Before moving here, Luo Qiuling asked the housekeeper to buy some commonly used medicines and put them here, but he didn't pay attention at the time and forgot which cabinet they put them in.
"I don't know what kind of wine it is." Cheng Feichi said, "I'm fine, just sleep for one night, don't look for it."
Ye Qin still turned out the medicine box. Because he often suffers from stomach problems, and there are seven or eight kinds of stomach medicines in it, he was so anxious that he couldn't care less to read the instructions one by one, so he picked up his phone and asked Liu Yangfan what kind of fake wine he was drinking, what a nice person All sick.
It was stopped by Cheng Feichi.
"It's really fine." Cheng Feichi felt helpless, "If you have this strength, why not go to bed or read a book, and you will be in your third year at the beginning of school."
Ye Qin couldn't fall asleep, and couldn't rest assured while reading, turning his head to look at Cheng Feichi as soon as he turned a page. After confirming that he was only temporarily uncomfortable, drinking a few cups of hot water made his face look better, but he was still worried, got out of bed and sat opposite him, reading a book with his face in his hands, making sure that he could see him in front of him when he looked up.
It was okay at first, but after a long time, Cheng Feichi had a certain illusion, as if he was not driven away just now, but escaped by himself, and now he was caught by the little guy and is under his strict surveillance.
Cheng Feichi tapped on the table with the cap of his pen: "It's time to go to bed."
"Aren't you still asleep?" Ye Qin said confidently.
Cheng Feichi said, "I have class tomorrow, and I haven't finished the lesson plan yet."
I need to use it in the tutoring class. I originally planned to write it last night, but the plan was disrupted, so I can only hurry up and finish it before dawn.
Hearing this, Ye Qin felt guilty again, drooping his shoulders and let out an "oh".
After a while, his posture changed from resting his chin to lying on his stomach, with his chin on the back of his hands, his mouth pursed, and his speech was slurred: "Then you... are you not angry?"
Making noise, still uneasy about what happened a few hours ago.
Cheng Feichi sighed slowly. He didn't know how to explain to him that he didn't care about these angry words that blurted out without his brain. Although it hurt the heart the moment he heard it, the only thing that could stay in his mind and be remembered by him was Yeqin brought him joy.
He is not stupid, he is well aware of Ye Qin's careful thoughts in those actions, and he also thought about whether to teach this naughty little guy a lesson. But Yeqin could always curl up into a ball and roll to his feet when he wanted to be hard-hearted, like a poor little hedgehog, poking the softness in his heart so appropriately and so coincidentally.
Therefore, he thinks it is not a bad thing to be proud of being favored. This little guy can have as much fun as he can.
Even Cheng Feichi himself couldn't believe it. In less than a year, he fell in love with Ye Qin's unadorned innocence and pride. The sharp claws and fangs he accidentally exposed hurt him, but he still couldn't bear to drive him out of his heart, and couldn't bear to see him sad.
However, Yeqin was not a roundworm in his stomach. When he heard him sigh, he panicked even more. He grabbed his hand and greeted his face: "You hit me, blame me for talking nonsense, after you hurt me, I will go back to you." I dare not."
Leaving aside the truth and falsehood of these words, at least both of them knew that it was impossible for Cheng Feichi to use force to solve the problem.
So when Cheng Feichi pinched Ye Qin's chin with his backhand, Ye Qin turned pale with fright, thinking that Cheng Feichi really wanted to beat him if he didn't play cards according to the routine. He closed his eyes and shrank his neck, waiting for the warm fingertips to scrape across his cheeks.
"Stop crying?" Cheng Feichi asked softly.
Ye Qin, who was crying so much that he couldn't hold the snot in the stairwell, blushed, turned his head away and stood up, quickly climbed back to the bed, wrapped his back in a blanket, and put his knees against his chest, curling himself up like a rage a bunch of.
In less than two minutes, I remembered that I had done something wrong and hadn't coaxed him well, so I poked my head out slowly: "Come... come to sleep."
Cheng Feichi: "Go to bed first."
"Let's sleep together... Brother."
Cheng Feichi felt weird, and looked back at Ye Qin, who was only showing half of his head outside.
Ye Qin was terrified by his scrutinizing eyes, and all the euphemistic, reserved, slow-cooking and slow-cooking pictures were thrown out of the sky, and the broken jars and throws failed to break the momentum, and the milk cat moaned: "Can you sleep?" Sleeping? For the first time, I let you be on top, don’t wait for the time!”