I ate noodles on the day I moved out, and I still miss them when I think about them.
I didn't figure it out at that time and just felt melancholy. Now that I have talked about it, my mood is different. Instead, I start to crave the noodles cooked by Brother Yan. I wish I could eat it again.
Yan Mu obviously didn't expect Jiang Zhihuo to directly say that he wanted to go to his house, so he confirmed: "Are you serious?"
"Yes." Jiang Zhihuo nodded, and said calmly, "It's not like I haven't been there before."
Yes, I have been there, Yan Mu thought.
We lived together for a while, kissed, held hands, planted strawberries, and did everything in that house.
Yan Mu asked again: "Do you know what you mean now?"
"I know. I want to eat noodles." Jiang Zhihuo unconsciously took a few steps forward. He was annoyed that Yan Mu was standing still, so he waved at him and urged him, "Hurry up."
Yan Mu: “…”
Before returning to the community, they went to the nearby market to buy vegetables. Fresh vegetables are not easy to store. After Jiang Zhihuo moved out, Yan Mu rarely ate at home. The refrigerator was empty long ago and had not been restocked for a while.
Jiang Zhihuo has only lived here for two months, and most of his meals are takeout, but he is more familiar with this place than Yan Mu.
When the vegetable vendors saw Jiang Zhihuo, they would say, "Xiaohuo is here, is this your classmate?" and then enthusiastically invite them to their stalls.
"Oh, this fish is fresh. The ones here are not good. Don't buy it. Buy the fresh ones. Auntie will give you a discount."
As he said that, he started to pretend for them.
Jiang Zhihuo quickly said, "Hey, hey, it's okay, Auntie. I just came to buy lettuce."
"Oh, lettuce, Sister Chen, pick some for the two kids!"
The aunties at the market were very fond of the two handsome boys. When asked how much they cost, they said “oh, oh” twice and gave them a 20% discount without saying a word, and also gave them a few eggs and a bunch of green onions.
Jiang Zhihuo handed the bag of lettuce to the back and asked Yan Mu to help carry it.
The cold and aloof Yan Xueshen picked up a plastic bag of vegetables, and suddenly he was filled with the smell of worldly things.
Jiang Zhihuo walked leisurely towards the community and joked, "If you have no food to eat in the future, you can come to the vegetable market to beg for a meal."
Yan Mu asked: "When did you become so familiar?"
Jiang Zhihuo said, "You mean Aunt Chen who sells fish? She collects rent for her family, and she comes to the market because she's bored at home. Her daughter has a Samoyed, and when I come home at night I often see them walking the dog at the bottom of the community. The dog is very friendly, and you get used to it after seeing it a few times."
"And Uncle Wang mentioned earlier, he also has a little Shiba Inu at home. He just brought it over, and it's about this big." Jiang Zhihuo compared the sizes.
Jiang Zhihuo talked about the dogs in the community.
Yan Mu thought of the time at the pet hospital. Sundy, who used to be close to no one, became familiar with Jiang Zhihuo in just two days. When He Miaomiao was about to take the dog away, the dog was reluctant to leave and kept looking back.
He Miaomiao was so angry at the way he was betraying his family that he slapped the dog on the head and said, "I'm not leaving. You'd better be someone else's dog."
"You seem to be very popular with animals." Yan Mu said.
"It's not bad." Jiang Zhihuo smiled and said a little proudly, "Only the cats and dogs in the community will stick to me..."
As he was talking, he heard two "woof woofs" behind him. Under the street light, a big golden retriever dragged a 1.53-meter-tall girl towards Jiang Zhihuo. It was so excited that it put its paws on his hands, stood up on its hind legs, and swept its powerful tail left and right.
The girl was about the same age as the dog, and she was a little out of breath after being dragged for a 100-meter sprint.
"Mantou, you came all the way here." Her face was obviously red, and it was unclear whether it was because she was shy, or because she ran away, or both. "It's been a long time since we last met, Senior Zhihuo, where have you been recently?"
Yan Mu: “?”
Senior Zhihuo
"I haven't lived here for some time." Jiang Zhihuo stroked the back of Mantou's neck skillfully, and the dog squinted his eyes comfortably.
"Hey." The girl blushed and hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is this your brother?"
Yan Mu: “?”
"No!" Jiang Zhihuo suppressed his laughter and put a hand on Yan Mu's shoulder, "I am him..."
I am his father. Before he finished speaking, Yan Mu directly held his hand, not the wrist, but the palm, and held it tightly with five fingers.
He said, "I'm leaving."
After saying that, he glanced at the girl in front of him who blushed a little when she saw Jiang Zhihuo.
Girl: “?”
Jiang Zhihuo: “!”
The girl was still confused. Why did the handsome guy in front of her suddenly hold Senior Zhihuo's hand? Then she heard Jiang Zhihuo say, "Then I'll leave first."
Mantou was still reluctant to leave Jiang Zhihuo, and he howled twice and wagged his tail madly.
The girl just stared blankly at Senior Zhihuo being led into the building by the handsome guy.
Yan Mu's actions were forceful and overbearing, which did not fit his usual personality. But before he could ask him what was wrong, he was dragged to the sink, turned on the faucet, and said two very calm words: "Wash your hands."
You have to wash your hands after touching the dog, but is it necessary to be so angry
Jiang Zhihuo was puzzled. When he came out after washing, Yan Mu was washing vegetables in the kitchen.
Yan Xueshen's fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints. They are suitable for playing the piano, and are also very suitable for washing vegetables.
Jiang Zhihuo came over and said, "Let me help you."
"No need." Yan Mu said.
Jiang Zhihuo said "Oh", picked up the cucumber he had just received as a gift from the grocery store, and leaned against the sink to peel it.
Suddenly, Yan Mu asked, "How did you two know each other?"
Not only did he know him, he also called him Senior Zhihuo, and seemed very shy.
Jiang Zhihuo was stunned for two seconds before he realized that he was probably referring to the girl downstairs.
"No, one Saturday, I went downstairs and saw her fall down while being walked by her dog."
Golden retrievers are medium-sized dogs and are very powerful when running at full speed. That day, Jiang Zhihuo had just walked out of the staircase door when he saw the girl being dragged by the dog and she fell to the ground in front of him.
"It was quite miserable. She was lying on the ground. Mantou didn't know what was going on. He turned around and licked her in confusion."
Thinking back to that day, it was actually a little funny. Jiang Zhihuo said, "I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but when she saw me, she jumped up and ran to the garden like flying."
The little girl wanted to save face and didn't want the handsome guy to see her fall.
"I was worried, so I went to take a look. My goodness, both of his knees were broken and his hands were covered in blood."
"What next?" Yan Mu turned on the fire and boiled water.
Jiang Zhihuo: "I was walking the dog and didn't bring my phone with me, so I borrowed her to make a phone call and asked my family to come down to pick me up."
After he finished peeling a cucumber, Yan Mu silently threw the noodles into the boiling water, and then fried eggs in another small pan.
Yan Xueshen tries his best to save time.
Jiang Zhihuo watched Yan Mu's actions and felt that there was another deeper meaning behind them. He was so absorbed in it that he took a bite of the cucumber with a "crunch".
Based on his understanding of Yan Mu—
This person is a bit of a germaphobe and has a strong possessiveness. Although he is usually very cold, he maintains the most basic courtesy. No matter how impatient he is, he will not ignore people and will reply with a "hmm".
It's just that his character often breaks down in front of him, and using character profiling to infer his behavior and thoughts is not very useful.
But Jiang Zhihuo still made a bold guess.
"Ah, Brother Yan, are you... jealous?"
Yan Mu: “…”
He turned off the fire with a "click", took out the noodles, sprinkled salt, MSG and other seasonings on them, put in the fried eggs and lettuce, then snatched the cucumber from Jiang Zhihuo's hand, shredded it with a vegetable grater and placed it on top of the noodles. It was clean, neat and simple, making a simple and good-looking bowl of egg noodles.
"No, I'm still eating this!"
Yan Mu stuffed the remaining half of the cucumber into his mouth: "Stop talking."
Jiang Zhihuo instantly understood what Yan Mu meant.
His thoughts were predicted, and Yan Xueshen became arrogant again.
"Hahaha, I won't say anything more." After he took two or three bites, Yan Mu brought two bowls of noodles to the table.
Jiang Zhihuo looked at the two bowls of noodles and was eager to try.
The steps Yan Mu just took didn’t seem too difficult.
Jiang Zhihuo rubbed his hands: "How about this, I'll make you a bowl too!"
Jiang Zhihuo has never touched the kitchen in the two months he has lived here.
He was self-aware and knew that if he took any action, he would not be in the kitchen but would burn it down.
But it’s just cooking noodles… it’s just a matter of boiling water!!
"You go in and change your clothes first, I'll do it!"
Jiang Zhihuo was full of confidence. He followed Yan Mu's steps, turned on the highest fire, boiled water first, added the noodles after it boiled, and then fry the eggs.
However, as soon as he cracked the egg into the pan, the oil splashed and burned his hand. He pulled his hand back unconsciously, and the yolk spread out. He was in a hurry to flip it over, but it fell halfway, and the yolk and white stuck together, sizzling in the pan. When he finished making the weird fried egg, the noodles next to it... were cooked.
When Yan Mu came out after changing his clothes, he saw a fried egg that was twisted like a dough twist and... a bowl of noodles
Yan Mu: "? What is this?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "This is dad's love."
Yan Mu looked at the bowl of noodles with difficulty, and stretched out his chopsticks with great difficulty: "Then maybe... you don't love me enough."
Seeing that he really wanted to eat it, Jiang Zhihuo quickly stopped him: "Don't eat it! It might be poisonous!"
He pushed "Dad's Love" a little further away, spread his arms on the chair, raised his right hand resignedly, and turned it over to look at it: "My hand has a debuff, it's still unpalatable even if I use a measuring cup to measure it! I'm already giving you face by not blowing up the kitchen just now, but!"
Jiang Zhihuo changed the subject, trying to save face, "I can still cook a dish, it's quite delicious."
"What?" Yan Mu asked.
“Lychee meat.”
Yan Mu was slightly startled.
Jiang Zhihuo was still waiting for Yan Mu to say "I don't believe it" or to look at him with an indescribable expression, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Mu asked: "Did you learn it from that person for the tattoo on your shoulder?"
"..." Jiang Zhihuo was confused by the question, "Brother Yan, it's hard for me to answer the question you ask."
Yan Mu was in a good mood, his brows seemed to relax: "Can I have a chance to try it?"
Jiang Zhihuo observed Yan Mu's expression and felt something was wrong. He asked directly, "Why weren't you jealous when I mentioned tattoos? Why did you get so angry when you saw the girl downstairs?"
Yan Mu remained calm: "You can already talk about jealousy?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "Yeah, I'm shameless, it's not like you just met me the day before."
Yan Mu: "Then you also know what it means to come to my house now?"
“…” Wait, how did the topic get to this point?
At this time, Jiang Zhihuo still had some shame. He stuffed the chopsticks into Yan Mu's hand and forcibly changed the subject: "Let's eat!"
The dark noodle was sent to the sewer by Jiang Zhihuo to eat. Although Yan Mu's egg noodles were simple, they tasted very good. The two of them set up a tablet in front of them and looked for a movie to watch while eating.
After filling his stomach, Jiang Zhihuo felt lazy. He turned over and lay on the sofa to digest the food.
I haven't slept on this sofa for a long time, and I still miss it a little. This house is still very clean and spotless. Yan Mu is meticulous in his habits. He always puts back the cups, bowls and chopsticks he brings to their original places. Sometimes it seems that this house is quite lifeless.
But not now.
Yan Mu is washing dishes now. The sound of water and the collision of dishes and chopsticks fills the room with the smell of smoke.
After washing the dishes, Yan Mu walked over and said, "Don't lie down after dinner."
"Oh, I see." Jiang Zhihuo said this like a rebellious child, without moving at all. He even turned his phone sideways to play a game.
Yan Mu slowly squatted down beside the sofa.
Jiang Zhihuo was sniping with someone. When he saw Yan Mu approaching, his hand shook and he was shot in the head by the opponent. Game over.
"Are you getting up?" Yan Mu asked.
"Ah... get up." Jiang Zhihuo said.
But he still didn't move.
The electronic clock on the coffee table showed that it was eight o'clock in the evening.
The two people's faces were very close at this moment, and their breaths could entangle with each other while they were talking.
Both of them knew what this distance meant.
In fact, there was no need to say anything. At such an ambiguous time and in such an ambiguous place, all of them were men, and their feelings had already been exposed. They all knew what would happen.
Jiang Zhihuo turned off the screen.
The screen is locked with the sound of water drops falling, a very light sound.
He slowly lowered his hand.
Yan Mu moved closer little by little.
Jiang Zhihuo felt inexplicably nervous.
It’s not that they had never kissed before, but at that time they only did it to suppress their fever and didn’t think about anything else. But now…
My heart was pounding non-stop, as if it were being hit by a thousand deer.
Hot air spewed between the lips, getting closer and closer -
Just as their lips were about to touch, Jiang Zhihuo's phone screen suddenly lit up, and the message alert tone beeped like crazy.
And there is no sign of stopping.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Yan Mu: “…”
The atmosphere was suddenly interrupted and a little awkward. Yan Mu raised his hand to signal him to check the message, and then he walked into the room.
Jiang Zhihuo clicked on it and saw that it was from Zong Bei. Within thirty seconds, he sent more than ten or twenty messages.
Soubei: Fire!!
Soube: Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? ! ! !
Munebe: How was your date
…
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Hold.
This guy still has the nerve to ask!!
Originally, maybe, probably, we could have taken a step closer!! It was all interrupted!!
No! Progress!
Jiang Zhihuo replied with the word "Zong Bei" fiercely, then pushed the door and walked into Yan Mu's room.
Jiang Zhihuo was not the only one who felt embarrassed. Yan Mu was sitting beside the bed at this moment.
Jiang Zhihuo coughed lightly and complained: "It was Zong Bei just now, remember him."
He sat down next to Yan Mu.
The bed had a new set of sheets and quilt covers, but it was still very soft and would sink a bit when you sat on it.
"Em..." Jiang Zhihuo's face was very hot, "Again?"
Awkwardness is a small matter. As long as the two of you are together, the interrupted atmosphere can be made up.
This time Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes.
Since the eyes cannot see, other senses are infinitely magnified. Breathing and touching feel like the brush of a feather, soft and crisp.
He could feel the approaching warmth—
Then, at this moment, Yan Mu's phone suddenly started ringing, and a group chat video popped up on the screen.
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
He hadn't been checking his phone just now and hadn't received any notification from all members.
The group participating in the competition notified that an online teaching session would be held at around 8 o'clock. Everyone except Yan Xueshen had to participate. By the way, a notice for the preliminary selection to go to Jiangcheng to participate in the competition next Wednesday was also released.
Yan Mu: …
He hung up the phone with a sullen face and threw the phone on the bed.
"Don't take it out on the phone." Jiang Zhihuo laid his upper body on the bed while Yan Mu was answering the phone. The soft bed he hadn't felt for a long time made his muscles relax.
He folded his hands over his chest, closed his eyes, and placed himself in front of Yan Xueshen, as solemnly and nervously as when he first experimented with the goal of kissing for three minutes: "Come on, friend."
Yan Mu lowered his head again.
The movements were even a bit big.
He didn't want any more accidents to happen—
However, the phone rang again.
Shock, someone called.
"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"
The third time!!!!
This time Jiang Zhihuo completely failed. He turned sideways and couldn't help laughing. His shoulders trembled and he let out several laughs.
He laughed and patted the bed: "Hahahaha! Brother Yan, three times the limit, we are not destined to have this happen today."
Yan Mu: “…”
He angrily grabbed the phone that was vibrating wildly. It was not his, but Jiang Zhihuo's.
He wanted to see who was calling.
"Who is it?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
The note only had two words. Yan Mu held back his anger and returned the phone to Jiang Zhihuo, saying, "Brother Li."
The missing persons return!
Jiang Zhihuo answered the phone, the smile in his voice still there: "Hello, Brother Li."
There was quite a lot of noise on the other end of the receiver, and Li Muhe's voice came over: "You seem to be in a good mood."
"Yeah, hahaha, it's a bit funny." Jiang Zhihuo heard the background noise and asked, "Brother Li, where are you?"
"Airport." On the other side, Li Muhe dragged his suitcase out of the airport gate and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Xiaohuo, I'm back."
The author has something to say: Li Muhe: I have appeared since the second chapter and finally made my debut.
Jiang Zhihuo: My brother is back! So happy!
Yan Mu: I'm ready to be jealous.
Author: Brother Li is a good person, don’t worry or get jealous... It’s a little bit exciting, hehe, I can only reveal the spoilers here.