Xiang Huaizhi had an absurd thought, so absurd that he even thought it was ridiculous.
He pursed his lips, turned his back to the person on the sofa, clicked on the WeChat function list, and moved his fingertips over the "voice call" icon.
Before he could click on it, he heard the computer start ringing again.
"Ding."
"Ding."
"Ding."
Then came the sound of Jing Huan typing on the keyboard.
Xiang Huaizhi looked at the screen, and the three expressions were still on it. He did not continue to send messages, and Xiao Tianjing hadn't replied to him yet.
Unable to tell what it felt like, Xiang Huaizhi breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the wet hair on his forehead with a bath towel.
… He's crazy to have that thought.
It was Lu Wenhao who sent Jing Huan a message, asked him how to use the washing machine downstairs, and took a photo.
Jing Huan understood it in a few sentences, and Lu Wenhao gave him a thumbs up.
Lu Wenhao: A good wife and a good mother are happy, kiss one. [red lips]
Lu Wenhao: If you were a woman, the uncle would definitely take you home with a big sedan chair.
Xiaojing: Come on, a few dishes are so drunk.
Xiaojing: If I were a woman, it wouldn't be your turn. Hurry up and wash your clothes.
After scolding dirty, Jing Huan cut back to the conversation with Xin Xingzhi.
Xiaojing: ... QAQ Have you come a long way! !
Xiang: Well, he just took my phone away.
Xiaojing: I knew it! hateful! [beat the table]
After chatting with Xin Xingzhi, Jing Huan closed the computer and looked at the person standing beside the bed.
Xiang Huaizhi put on a bathrobe and turned his back to him while wiping his hair with a towel. From behind, the advantage of the opponent's shoulder width and body length is more obvious.
"Senior, give me your clothes and I'll put them in the washing machine."
Raindrops clattered on the window, which was covered with rain streaks. When Jing Huan looked out, he could only see a blur of green.
"I guess it won't dry, so let's dry it."
Xiang Huai paused: "No, I'll do it myself."
"It's alright, by the way, let's wash it." Jing Huan dug out his clothes from the suitcase and thought, "Or do you have a cleanliness addiction?"
Xiang Huaizhi shook his head. He was just embarrassed to live in another room and let others help with the laundry. After all, the two had only met a few times and were not very familiar with each other.
Seeing his thoughts, Jing Huan hugged his clothes and laughed: "Since there are none, then I'll wash them together."
Jing Huan didn't pay much attention when he took the clothes, Xiang Huaizhi just happened to see the black panties on the outside.
Xiang Huaizhi looked back: "...Okay, thank you."
The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Xiang Huaizhi sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the sofa.
The computer lay quietly on it, facing him.
For a moment, Xiang Huaizhi looked away and put those inexplicable thoughts behind him.
He sat at the desk while wiping his hair, picked up his mobile phone and swiped his Moments, and after swiping for a while, he reached the Moments that Xiao Tianjing sent in the morning.
[Xiao Jingya: The weather is fine. [picture]】
It was a landscape photo. Before Xiang Huaizhi could take a closer look, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the boy opened the door and walked out.
Jing Huan changed into a black sweater and wore linen five-point pants underneath, just showing his knees.
His legs were straight and white, and although they were a little thinner than other boys' legs, he could vaguely see the lines of his muscles when he walked.
Xiang Huaizhi couldn't help but raise his eyes and looked at his thigh, where it was completely covered by loose pants, and even the outline could not be seen clearly.
As soon as Jing Huan came out, he felt his gaze, so he lowered his head and stared at his leg for a few seconds: "... What's wrong?"
Xiang Huaizhi returned to his senses, his face calm: "Your pants are wet."
Jing Huan said "um": "I didn't pay attention just now and rubbed the washstand."
After drying the clothes, they went out the door and set off to the hotel restaurant.
Lu Wenhao and the others sat in the restaurant early, occupying a seat by the window, and being able to enjoy the rain while eating was considered an artistic conception.
Seeing the two walking into the restaurant side by side, Lu Wenhao couldn't help muttering: "See? They are standing together like a catwalk... Tsk, the little girls pouring water over there are peeking at them. I have a reasonable doubt. , since I went to college, no girls have chased me, all because Jing Huan covered up my light."
Gao Zixiang didn't lift his head: "You think too much, being single is your own problem, it has nothing to do with Huanhuan."
When Jing Huan approached, he just heard this sentence, he picked an empty seat and sat down: "What did you say to me?"
"You're handsome." Lu Wenhao flattered.
Jing Huan raised his lips and smiled, ignoring him. Seeing that Xiang Huaizhi had poured a glass of hot milk, he opened the chair beside him so that the other party could sit down.
Xiang Huaizhi, who originally wanted to sit beside Lu Hang, paused and simply sat down.
He asked, "Do you want to drink milk?"
Jing Huan was stunned for a moment: "Did you give it to me?"
This was the last cup of hot milk in the cafeteria, Xiang Huaizhi didn't say a word, and put it directly in front of him.
Jing Huan was not polite, picked it up and drank most of it. He glanced at the black bag at Lu Wenhao's feet and asked, "What is this?"
Lu Wenhao said twice: "Baby."
Jing Huan opened the bag with his fingertips and glanced at it, it turned out to be several bottles of red wine.
He was speechless: "...So those two big boxes are used to hold this?"
"Yeah, I stole it from my wine store and shipped it out in the suitcase. I was worried that it would break, and I put a lot of stuff on it."
"Aren't you afraid your dad will beat you?"
"If you want to beat him, it's a matter of going home. I'll take care of him, let's get comfortable first." Lu Wenhao said proudly, "I've already booked a KTV box, we'll go straight after eating."
Jing Huan thought for a while, anyway, the team will not be open tonight under his schedule, and nodded in response: "Okay."
Xiang Huaizhi said, "You go, I'll forget it."
"Don't." Lu Hang swallowed the food, "Let's go together, you didn't bring the computer anyway, what's the point of going back to the room."
Xiang Huaizhi didn't like to sing, and he didn't like that kind of occasion. He moved his lips and wanted to refuse.
"Come on, senior." Jing Huan suddenly turned his eyes and looked at him with his chin up, "I promise not to let them drink you."
Jing Huan has standard double eyelids, long and dense eyelashes, and the hotel's decorative chandeliers shine in his eyes, as if glowing.
Xiang Huaizhi looked at him for a few seconds, then got up: "...I see. I'll go get something to eat."
Jing Huan also followed: "I'll go with you."
The two came together and left together. Looking at their backs, Lu Hang couldn't help but ask, "Are they so familiar?"
"No, just last time I was on the stairs, I helped Brother Xiang Huanhuan."
Lu Wenhao was not interested in the friendship between the two men, so he leaned over to Lu Hang: "Brother Lu, hurry up, continue to tell that story. What happened to the notorious female liar in your district?"
Jing Huan did what he said, saying that no one would be allowed to pour Xiang Huaizhi's wine, and he didn't even put a wine glass in front of Xiang Huaizhi.
The background is shuffled music, the sound is very low. Xiang Huaizhi sat on the sofa with a casual posture, watching the people around him punching with Lu Hang.
It seems that Jing Huan has been in bars a lot. He can do all the tricks of boxing, and he can pick up any game Lu Hang wants to change.
I can't see it, I thought it was a good boy.
However, Jing Huan has a lot of meetings, but Lu Hangjing is not the one to play, and he has lost three games in a row.
"Fuck." He lost another game, he scolded with a smile, and poured himself a glass of wine.
Lu Hang also drank a lot: "Can you do it, junior, no, let the person next to you have a drink for you, I agree."
He cared about Jing Huan in his mouth, but he was restless in his hands. He helped Jing Huan press the bottom of the bottle and just filled the glass full.
Lu Wenhao: "Me? No problem, Huanhuan, this cup will help you drink."
"No, it's not about you." Lu Hang stopped him and pointed at Huaizhi with his chin, "I said the one on his right."
Raising his eyebrows to Huaizhi, he gave Lu Hang a warning look, telling him not to go too far. Then he wanted to get up and help Jing Huan drink the glass of wine.
But Jing Huan raised his glass, drank it all, then wiped his mouth and said, "After drinking, continue."
Jing Huan learned to go clubbing from the beginning of his freshman year.
Lu Wenhao does not teach the good, but teaches the bad. He didn't return several times, all because he was dragged to the bar by Lu Wenhao, and went straight to the hotel after drinking.
But drinking does relieve stress, just don't do it too often. It's the first time they've drank since the sophomore year.
Half an hour later, Jing Huan's cheeks were slightly red.
"I'll take a rest." After saying this, he plopped down on the sofa and bumped into Xiang Huaizhi's shoulder.
"Ah, I bumped into you again, why do I keep bumping into you." Jing Huan turned his head, the two were very close, "Senior, don't you sing?"
The smell of alcohol on his body mixed with the smell of shower gel and rushed into Xiang Huaizhi's nose.
"...Don't sing. You drink less and your face is red."
Jing Huan raised his hand and posted his own face: "It's a little hot, it's okay, I'm good at drinking..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the background music was suddenly amplified, followed by a familiar and imposing prelude.
Lu Wenhao sat in front of the song ordering platform and shouted loudly, "Huanhuan! Your song is here!"
Jing Huan took a look at the display - "Serve the Country with Loyalty".
He laughed angrily: "Lu Wenhao, do you need a beating?"
"Hurry up." Gao Zixiang handed over the microphone, "I said last time that you sang better than that girl, but Lu Wenhao doesn't believe it. You must convince him to sing today!"
I usually go to KTV with them, and I often order some fun songs to sing. Jing Huan scolded twice, and finally took the microphone and sang along with the music.
He sang a couple of sentences, got up and walked to Lu Wenhao's side, touched him with his legs, and motioned for himself to order a song.
Taking advantage of the time when Jing Huan left, Lu Hang jumped to Xiang Huaizhi's side.
"Fuck, it's this song again. I can hear this song wherever I go recently?" Lu Hang said, "Don't say it, Huanhuan sings quite nicely, but I still like the version of Xiaojingjing."
Without getting a response, he raised his head suspiciously, "Old Xiang..."
Xiang Huaizhi frowned, his eyes were mixed with various emotions, his eyes locked on Jing Huan, and he didn't say a word.
After singing for a while, Lu Wenhao played dice again.
Xiang Huaizhi found that this little boy not only sucked his punches, but also didn't play dice very well.
With a pair of bad points, where did you get the confidence to cut it with someone
Sure enough, after losing a few games, Jing Huan couldn't take it anymore. They drank a mix of red beers, of which he drank the most, and his head was dizzy in the back, and his hands were shaking when he took the wine glass.
Lu Hang also saw it: "Forget it, Huanhuan, I won't let you drink this time..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Huan had already finished drinking the cup. He waved his hand: "It's okay... I'm okay, I'll go to the toilet, you guys play first, and continue when I get back."
Leaving this sentence behind, he stood up against the table, and because he stood unsteadily, he almost fell on Xiang Huaizhi.
Xiang Huaizhi: "I'll accompany you."
"No, no." Jing Huan stepped on his shoes and walked out, muttering, "I can…"
Xiang Huaizhi got up and wanted to help him, but Jing Huan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder and stepped on his shoe, "Senior! You don't have to!"
Xiang Huaizhi: "..."
Seeing people go out crookedly, Xiang Huaizhi was hesitating between going and not going, and he heard Lu Wenhao say: "It's okay, Huanhuan's drunk is about the same as normal, he doesn't make trouble, and he recognizes his way. Last time he was drunk, he could Walking back to school from the hotel alone, he didn't go crazy on the way, right?"
"… "
That talent is pretty strong.
Ten minutes later, Lu Wenhao touched his head: "It's over, why hasn't Huanhuan come back yet?"
Lu Hang said casually, "could he want to go back to school from the resort?"
The box was silent for a moment.
Xiang Huaizhi got up: "I'll go take a look."
After all, it is a KTV operated by the resort itself, which can only be booked through guest rooms, so the environment is not chaotic, and the decoration of the corridor is exquisite and luxurious, it looks like it is in a big hotel.
Xiang Huaizhi asked the waiter for the way and rushed to the toilet, thinking in his heart where to look if there was no one in the toilet.
As a result, there was no need to look for it at all, and the boy lay on the sofa outside the toilet with his eyes closed, his shoulders rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
Xiang Huaizhi walked up to him, without saying a word, put his arm on his shoulder, and supported the person by his waist.
Jing Huan seemed to feel it, leaning on Xiang Huaizhi, frowning: "I can go by myself."
When Xiang Huaizhi heard the words, he let go a little, and Jing Huan slumped onto the sofa again, leaning his head forward.
"..." Xiang Huaizhi felt amused, looking down at the person leaning on his thigh, "Can't you walk?"
Jing Huan rubbed against his leg and said nothing.
After about ten seconds, Xiang Huaizhi realized that this man was using his legs as a pillow.
Xiang Huaizhi bent down in silence and put the man up again.
Lu Wenhao didn't lie, Jing Huan really didn't make trouble when he was drunk, Xiang Huaizhi helped him to the elevator smoothly, and even freed one hand to call Lu Hang.
"I'll send the person back to the room first."
Lu Hang snorted: "Let's go back right away, is there anything wrong?"
"No." Xiang Huaizhi looked down at him, "Just drunk."
After hanging up the phone, the elevator arrived, Xiang Huaizhi walked in, and pressed 20.
"Who are you talking to?" The man leaning on his shoulder murmured suddenly, and called him sticky, "Brother."