"Didn't I say I won't live with you?"
He was too self-conscious, Xun Yuming frowned and said, "It's not like you don't have a home."
Zhuang Yi held the quilt in one hand, and picked up the daily necessities he packed back at noon with the other, and said with a smile: "If you don't come to live with me, I can only come to live with you. My house is being renovated these days, if you don't let me If I go in, I can only stay in a hotel."
"Then you can go to the hotel." Xun Yuming jumped out of the car and went home.
Zhuang Yi locked the car and followed him at a leisurely pace. When he arrived at the door, he had no intention of leaving, "I'm not used to living in a hotel, it's not like you don't know."
"The hotel doesn't feel like home, ears."
"When shall we go home, ear?"
"It's better to be at home, ear."
"Home is where there are ears."
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He heard many emotions about staying in the hotel in the past, Xun Yuming couldn't bear it for a while, opened the door and said, "Hurry up and go back after the renovation."
Zhuang Yi smiled, hugged the quilt and squeezed into the narrow door frame with him, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Will you go back with me?"
"If you want to live here, be honest!" Xun Yuming dodged back vigilantly, glaring at him, "Don't make any moves, how about your demeanor?"
Zhuang Yi was not angry either, he shrugged and said, "I didn't move my hands or feet, I moved my mouth."
"You can't even move your mouth!" He closed the door angrily, and went to the grandfather's house to lift the bed sheet, and the dust accumulated over the years suddenly exploded. Xun Yuming covered his mouth and coughed twice, and was about to wipe the floor with a mop, when Zhuang Yi came in and said, "I don't live in this house, it's too dirty. I'll live with you."
Xun Yuming closed the door, blocking the dust of the room behind him, with a serious face, said: "My room is only one bed, I can't live in it."
"It's okay, I'm not too crowded." Zhuang Yi smiled frankly, as if he was really upright, without any small thoughts.
"I don't think so." Xun Yuming couldn't help rolling his eyes, opened the door after thinking about it, went to the balcony and moved a camp bed, "Can you sleep on this?"
He pondered for a while, then changed his words: "You'd better sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on this."
"Let me go to sleep." Zhuang Yi didn't push his limits. In fact, he didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Xiao Er at all. "Put it in your room, okay?"
The phrase "OK" has a hint of coquettish pleading, his tone is already soft, and this makes it even more pitiful, Xun Yuming felt sore when he heard it, as if he was a bastard who always gave up and gave up, and he was full of guilt It kept coming to my mind, nodded and said: "Well, you can support it, I will take two mattresses."
He hurried into the room, buried himself in the closet with few things, "rummaged" for a long time, and took out two blankets and a narrow mattress. Zhuang Yi threw a rag, wiped the camp bed, folded the thick blanket on it, covered the mattress and sheets, put down the pillow and quilt, and asked, "Which way do you want me to sleep?"
The camp bed was parallel to the writing desk, just at right angles to the spring bed where Xun Yuming slept. If Zhuang Yi's head was facing forward, he would not be able to see Xun Yuming, and if Zhuang Yi's head was facing backward, he would be too far away from Xun Yuming.
"It's up to you." After Xun Yuming finished speaking, he quietly saw him put the pillow on the side of the spring bed from the corner of his eye. This was a posture that was close to him but he couldn't see him, and somehow he suddenly settled down. Only then did he realize that he was afraid of being watched by him.
Zhuang Yi arranged the toiletries, went to the balcony and the small hall to check around, and after making sure the doors and windows were locked, he came in and said, "Shall we go eat?"
Xun Yuming prepared to have biscuits, but when he came, he would not be able to make up with him, so he had to go out with him to manage the Wu Zang Temple. Zhuang Yi was very familiar with this area, so the two of them didn't drive, and strolled along the gravel road by the school lake in the direction of Sanmending.
At this time, the students had just finished class, and the campus was bustling with people. There were many energetic young people making appointments to play ball, and there were also girls who looked like flowers going to eat in twos and threes. The two passed by the open-air playground, and a basketball drew an arc in the air, and just happened to hit Xun Yuming.
"Be careful!"
Several boys on the field looked at this side one after another, even if they put their wings on, they couldn't save them.
But Zhuang Yi was not in a hurry, his left hand hooked Xun Yuming's shoulder, and moved towards his arms, avoiding the impact. The basketball spun in his right hand, and the force was lost. He held the basketball with his backhand again, tiptoed lightly forward, and threw the ball into the distant basket through the not-so-high barbed wire.
When the boys saw this, some applauded, some whistled in praise, and some even called him to play a game. Zhuang Yi declined one by one, turned his head and rushed away the god Xun Yuming with a slight smile, "What are you thinking?"
The scene just now reminded Xun Yuming of Zhuang Yi's demeanor when he played for the Redshirts. On the Rose Bowl battlefield, he was so calm and unhurried. With such a careless gesture, he casually hooked the ball in other people's arms, swept it to the formation like a gust of wind, and turned the tide with a light and delicate six-point Touch Town.
The audience applauded thunderously, the team members shouted his name frantically, those who knew him and those who did not know hugged him, but he pointed at himself in the audience, shrugged and smiled: "Hey, I am a family man. "
Xun Yuming came back to his senses, with a smile on the corner of his lips, walked out of the school gate and said, "I remember when you played football before, it has been so many years. After that, you never played football again, right?"
The "later" he said meant that after the Cairo car accident, recalling the unpleasant past, Zhuang Yi didn't feel sorry, his expression looked relaxed, "People still have to look forward, I don't play professional football games because I was originally I'm not that competitive. You still don't understand my temper? I don't have much ambition in this life, I just want to be a casual person."
So he participates in various competitive sports, but he only plays for tickets. Work never invades his life, and he lives a leisurely and comfortable life.
This is the exact opposite of Xun Yuming, who wished he could work 24 hours a day. After all, the time left to find Yuming is limited, and he is the one who wants to climb to the top with all he has. He has seen the beauty of the top of the mountain, so how can he be willing to live at the foot of the mountain again.
How short a person's life is, and how long the light-years of the universe are, when a person comes and leaves, he must leave a little mark on the world, otherwise he will be like a grain of sand in the Ganges River, finally being left behind and drowned by the wheel of history In the torrent of time.
"Are we at odds?" he asked.
Zhuang Yi led him to an old street with row upon row of fly houses on both sides. He couldn't get in at all, and finally entered a small shop crowded in a corner. The proprietress wore a red apron, her eyes were sunken, she was black and thin, and she spoke with a southern Hokkien accent. When she saw Zhuang Yi smiling, there were crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
"Auntie, cook us something delicious," Zhuang Yi didn't order, and followed the proprietress. "Don't be spicy, our family has a bad stomach."
Xun Yuming blushed, followed him up the stone stairs to the second floor, sat at a small wooden table by the window, the proprietress had already brought out meat swallows, fish balls, beef soup and several other snacks. Zhuang Yi took out the shredded ginger that he didn't like in the bowl, threw it into the trash can, and pushed it to him: "The soup made with shredded ginger warms the stomach, you should put it on first."
Before he could answer his own question, Xun Yuming scooped up a spoonful of soup and looked up at him quietly. Sensing his gaze, Zhuang Yi picked up the scissors and cut the fried squid into small pieces, and said, "What kind of two people do you think are best together?"
Is it exactly the same, with similar personalities and habits, okay
Or is it so different, is it better to be together with people with different preferences and temperaments
Zhuang Yi brought him the new sand tea noodles, swallowed a mouthful of squid wrapped in cheese, and said, "I don't know, maybe each has its own advantages and disadvantages."
Besides, when he talked about personality differences, he wanted Zhuang Yi to retreat.
Zhuang Yi laughed and said: "Actually, if two people are together, it is not good if they are too compatible or too inconsistent. If they are too compatible, each other's shortcomings will be magnified; if they are too inconsistent, differences will easily arise."
The thickly sliced stewed beef was smooth, tender and crispy. He poured the soup on the noodles and picked out the meat for Xun Yuming, and continued: "I think it's best for two people to be together, with complementary personalities and compatible views."
Have a common pursuit, maintain a similar pace, but the personalities complement each other. If you are silent and I will be humorous, if you are indifferent and arrogant, I will be gentle and modest, and if you are quiet and withdrawn, I will make friends and companions, so that it is easier to feel the value of each other.
"I'm not like you, I have to climb to the top." He smiled, feeling that his explanation was a bit redundant, could it be that the other party didn't know what he was like, "But I also have dreams, but most of them don't force them."
He has so many dreams, not all of them can be realized, and they don't have to be realized, but there is one that must be forced.
Zhuang Yi took out a tissue, stretched out his hand, wiped the sauce from the corner of Xun Yuming's mouth, and asked, "Tell me, can I achieve it?"
"I think..." Xun Yuming was troubled, "Let it be, some things can't be forced."
Knowing this was the answer, Zhuang Yi was not discouraged, put down his chopsticks, and after he finished eating, he paid the bill and went back to his grandfather's house.
At night, Xun Yuming still suffers from insomnia, and he can't sleep normally. Today Zhuang Yi was lying beside him. He was worried and excited. No."
Zhuang Yi warmed up milk for him at night, and Xun Yuming gave him all the milk after he drank a couple of sips. Zhuang Yi was full of water, and when he got up at night, the camp bed made a creaking sound. Xun Yuming hurriedly closed his eyes and fell asleep, when he heard him open the swing door of the bathroom, and slammed on the door frame with a "bang".
The old-fashioned door was quite short, and when Xun Yuming went in, he would wipe his hair, and Zhuang Yi was half a head taller than him, so he couldn't help bumping into it. Xun Yuming covered the quilt and laughed secretly, then heard him complaining in a low voice, went in to fill the water and came back.
Zhuang Yi's footsteps were very light, like a cheetah crawling in the dark, and he felt vigorous just by listening to the rhythm. Xun Yuming closed his eyes tightly, a thin burst of hot air suddenly rushed to his face, and the breaths of each other gradually approached, with pressure that was hard to ignore. Zhuang Yi leaned down and stared at him for a while, his eyes were so burning that he couldn't help opening them. A kiss fell on the cheek, lightly, sparking a string of sparks, Xun Yuming trembled his eyelashes almost invisible, and heard Zhuang Yi whisper: "Good night, little ear."
After speaking, he left the spring bed and lay down again. Xun Yuming heaved a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his lips, and in the dark and dark secret place, a flower that soon faded quietly bloomed.
The next morning, Xun Yuming went to prepare for the operation. As soon as he entered the hospital gate, he saw a dark red Aston Martin parked in the middle of the square, with a model-like young man leaning on the hood. Wanwan waved at him and said, "Doctor Xun, it's me!"
Xun Yuming walked over, saw him take off his sunglasses, and smiled innocently: "I asked you for dinner, but you didn't reply to my WeChat."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to come back." The last time I came out of the Nanshan Nursing Home, I did receive his invitation, but at the time Xun Yuming was afraid that Zhuang Yi would find out about his grandfather, so he forgot it as soon as he changed his mind. "I'm very busy today, I'm afraid I don't have time to eat."
When I came this morning, I saw many media camera vans coming in. Haiwan had heard that he was going to have a major operation, and said with a smile: "I know, I told you to have dinner today. Are you free at the end of the month? By the way, introduce a friend to me. you recognize."
"Friend?" Xun Yuming asked, "Who is it?"
Haiwan smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "I can't tell you now, but if you look at him pleasing to the eye, you can develop and develop. He is young, promising, good-natured, and handsome."
Xun Yuming suddenly realized, and hurriedly said: "No need, no need, I don't have the heart to fall in love."
In a panic, he casually gave a reason: "And Zhuang Yi recently rented at my house, and we both eat together, so I can't take him with me when I go out on a blind date."
"Doctor Zhuang?" Haiwan smiled, "I heard that he will go on a blind date at the end of the month, don't you know?"
Xun Yuming was startled: "Is he going on a blind date?"
The author has something to say: Press: Touch Town: Rugby term, translated as "touchdown" or "touchdown", that is, a player takes the ball into the touchdown area and can score six points at a time.