Zhuang Yi is tall, long-legged, and has a strong physique. He feels dignified even when he sits, and a man of 1.8 meters is lying in his arms.
Xun Yuming stepped forward to touch his lips, and got a superficial kiss. After he was satisfied, his grievance became more and more grievous, as if he could swallow all kinds of hardships by himself. It hurts too much.
When you love someone, you probably feel so wronged that you want to cry when you think of him.
"You also gave him a kitten." Xun Yuming complained to him, shaking his wet eyes: "You gave me a kitten, how can you give it to him again? You also give him the food I gave you." , You also give him the porridge I cooked for you, he is more important than me in your heart. You also brought him to the office for a secret talk, how can you treat him better than me? "
Counting each and every one of them in detail, it is simply too much to write. He never imagined that one day he would become a disgruntled person. It seems that compared with time, love is a ruthless carving knife. The former changes the appearance of a person, while the latter reshapes the soul of a person.
Zhuang Yi hugged him like a baby, and this person really filled his arms, just like a dream. He lowered his head, his voice low and slowly flowed into Xun Yuming's ears: "I'm sorry, I apologize to you. Today is my fault, but I ask for a chance to defend myself, can you give me?"
"Yes." Xun Yuming pouted and nodded.
"Okay, then please listen to my explanation, Your Honor." Zhuang Yi smiled slightly, patted him on the back intermittently, and said, "I lived with my grandparents in England when I was young, you know that."
"I only have the opportunity to visit my parents in New York two or three times a year. Qiao Ran lives across from my parents' house. Next door is the person I told you before who recommended me to play for the Red Jackets."
"I met Qiao Ran when..." After many years, he couldn't remember clearly, and he recalled for a long time, Fang said: "About when I was in middle school. He was nine years younger than me, and he was only five or six years old at the time. Hai Lanlan was still young. And I was already 1.8 meters tall at that time, and he was just over my knee height, and he followed us all day long."
"In my eyes, he is just a kid wearing open crotch pants. And I was a teenager at the time. I was very polite on the surface, but I was very rebellious in my heart. His parents let him play with us, but I always thought he was too small and too cumbersome. He can’t even run, he can’t hit the ball, and he gets in the way. Every time I give him a candy, he tricks him into playing with my sister. So he knows my sister better than me.”
After he made a long speech, Xun Yuming only concluded one piece of information: "Then he has known you since he was a child, and he can play with you every day, but I don't even have it."
"What are you thinking about?" Zhuang Yi couldn't help laughing, pinched his bulging face, and continued: "I only go home for more than ten days every time, and I have no contact with him in private. Later, when I went to high school, his family also moved. I'm gone, and I've never seen you again."
To him, Qiao Ran was no different from a stranger. If he hadn't asked him to help find Xun Yuming's relatives, there would be nothing to say between them, and they would definitely be cold.
"Don't say that I have nothing to do with him. Even if we have a good relationship, he can at most be regarded as a child of his parents' friend's family, not even half of my friend." Zhuang Yi said, "But when he comes to our house, he is Guests, right?"
Xun Yuming wanted to shake his head, but his conscience prevented him from lying, so he could only nod and say, "Yes."
"The guest came to our house and happened to meet us eating, what should we do?" Zhuang Yi shook him in his arms, and let him say, "It's basic politeness, what did grandpa say?"
Xun Yuming pursed his lips and said, "Please invite the guests to eat together."
Our culture pays attention to subtlety, and often pays attention to "serve tea to see off guests, serve dinner to drive away guests". Polite and courteous, as the name suggests, you must follow a set of etiquette when treating guests. Inviting an uninvited guest to dinner is just a polite remark, and the other party will naturally understand that he should leave.
It's a pity that Qiao Ran is an ABC, so she couldn't understand what Zhuang Yi said.
"Besides, he is still my client." Zhuang Yi smiled, "I can't drive him out, don't you think?"
"...Yes." Xun Yuming said reluctantly.
Zhuang Yi said again: "Isn't it different to give him crispy squid rice? When guests come to our house and want to eat the last dish, of course we should let them eat first, right? Now that he has asked, can we not give it to him? Do you keep it for yourself?"
Only friends who have a good relationship with each other can be big or small, regardless of whether they are big or small, because they know that even if they are joking with each other, they will not mind each other, let alone be rude and offend. It is just that the more distant the relationship is, the more hospitality is required.
"Then greet guests to drink water, do you think you should?" Zhuang Yi slowly persuaded, "Politeness and politeness are not feelings. We never treat intimate people like this. Little ears."
Treating someone you really love is not to hand him a glass of water, but to share a cup and a straw with him; it is not to give him a meal with excessive oil and salt, but to worry that he will be picky eaters and unhealthy, so he will pour himself into his bowl. Pick all the delicious dishes for him; not to talk to him once, to reminisce about the old days, but to keep a joke of his in his heart, for fear that he will be sad when he misses his relatives, so he asks for help and socializes for him , using contacts who hadn't been in touch for a long time for him, and finally changed the etiquette and habits infiltrated since childhood for him, set a dinner but broke his promise, in exchange for him not to be sour tonight.
Zhuang Yi looked at him and asked softly, "What's your relationship with me?"
Even during the years of separation, Xun Yuming still held an irreplaceable and indelible position in his heart. In this world, only his family can be compared with Xun Yuming.
"How could I not feel sorry for you, instead of being nice to you, but to outsiders?" Zhuang Yi couldn't laugh or cry, he was such a fool. "I want to give him two cats. There are so many cats in the house that I can't keep them. But I can't give him oranges. That's yours."
He paused, and said in a low voice: "What I gave you, I won't give it to others."
"What you gave me, you won't... you won't give it to others." Xun Yuming repeated his words, with a dazed look on his face. He was overwhelmed by countless emotions, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness, touch, or love. Regret.
"I'm sorry." He suddenly thought of something, and asked expectantly: "But what did you give me? Do you mean to be my boyfriend? Don't you?"
What he gave to himself, isn't it love
It's a present perfect tense, meaning are they reconciled
Zhuang Yi gave a "tsk", pinched his chin and said, "Who swore yesterday that he would chase me? He also said..." He also said that he would love him well, "Do you only chase people for a day?"
"Of course not." Xun Yuming was immediately discouraged, and whispered against his chest in a drawn-out tone: "It's too difficult to chase people. I used to be in the blessings and didn't know the blessings. I was too tired."
"Are you tired?" Zhuang Yi brushed aside the long bangs on his forehead, revealing a pair of bright black eyes, "If you're tired, just give up."
Xun Yuming pressed his shoulders and sat up, clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and said firmly: "I will work hard, I will never give up on anything." After finishing speaking, he turned over and got out of bed, dragged the quilt wrapped around his body to On the ground, he tripped himself instead.
"Be careful." Zhuang Yi quickly caught him, "What are you doing?"
"Go cook." Xun Yuming put on the overturned slippers, and dragged him downstairs, "I'll cook for you, I want to please you."
He ran downstairs, dug out a small casserole from the kitchen cabinet, scooped two spoonfuls of rice into it, cleaned it, took out the cured meat from the refrigerator, chopped it into the rice, and finally added Put some cold water on the electric stove to boil.
"What are you doing?" Zhuang Yi smiled and asked, "Why didn't I know you would do this."
Did he learn it while living alone
In the years when he was not by his side, how many times did he have such forced growth
"I learned from Chigui." Xun Yuming shattered all his imagination with one sentence, washed the mushrooms and said, "Wanwan sent me some recipes yesterday, Chigui said that this cured meat pot is the most suitable for me to cook, it is claypot rice A simplified version of it, with no tricks."
After washing the shiitake mushrooms and green vegetables, he took out a shiny silver kitchen knife and began to cut carefully. The chopping board was too slippery, the mushrooms were too round, and the left hand didn't hold it down. When the knife went down, the mushrooms ran back and almost cut into my own hand.
Zhuang Yi looked terrified, pulled him away and said, "I'll do it."
Fortunately, he is still a surgeon. He usually cuts the scalp quickly and neatly, but he cuts vegetables like a child's play. It's just that Zhuang Yi bluffed out, and he didn't know how to cook. He gestured with a knife for a long time, and he didn't know where to start.
The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.
"Wait for me." With an idea, Xun Yuming ran to the bedroom and took out the medicine box, took out his No. 10 lancet, put on disposable rubber gloves, and said, "I'll cut it."
"..." The corners of Zhuang Yi's mouth twitched: "Use, don't you need it?"
"Then why don't you cut it?" Xun Yuming asked back.
"Forget it, forget it, you are an expert, come here." Zhuang Yi stepped aside knowingly.
Xun Yuming was gearing up, eager to try, walked to the chopping board, held the mushroom with his left hand, and held the scalpel with his right hand, and cut it off with a flash of cold light. Not long after, he sliced a few shiitake mushrooms into thin slices, tore the green vegetables casually, and threw them into the pot.
He didn't have anything to cut at hand, his heart was empty, he raised his head and asked Zhuang Yi: "Anything else?"
"Hmm..." Zhuang Yi thought for a while, and when he saw a plate of blueberries on the table, he handed it to him and said, "You can cut this."
Xun Yuming scratched it a few times, took off the gloves with the corner of his mouth bent, and said like offering a treasure, "I'll show you the stitches, okay?"
"Like in TV dramas?" Zhuang Yixiu is not a surgeon, and has never been trained in suture skills, but he has seen doctors practice with fruits, raw meat, and even real people in many medical dramas, such as engraving letters on eggshells, which is also one of them.
"I don't know." Xun Yuming usually doesn't watch TV, he took out a collagen suture and a 4x6 small corner needle, held them with tweezers, and threaded them on the small blueberry, "That's it, this One for you."
Handing him the one he sewed, Xun Yuming motioned him to look at the pattern on it, "Can you see it?"
Zhuang Yi looked at the light, and there was a heart sewn on this little blueberry with white thread. It was much more upright than the little red heart he had seen in that notebook before, it was a serious and well-behaved heart. moment of heart.
He couldn't help hooking the corners of his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.
"Huh?" Xun Yuming frowned, "There are still threads on it."
Zhuang Yi looked down at him and said, "It's okay." It's absorbable anyway.
When the rice was cooked, Xun Yuming put it on the table wearing heat-resistant gloves, lifted the lid of the casserole, white mist rose and steamed. Zhuang Yi moved his chopsticks first, and the taste was not bad. The fresh and sweet taste of the sausage penetrates into the rice grains, and the fat turns into a soup to wrap the rice. The mushrooms and vegetables add a layered sense of taste, and paired with two spoons of teriyaki sauce, it looks very similar.
They each shared half a bowl of food, checked the doors and windows after eating, and went back to the upstairs bedroom to rest.
Xun Yuming didn't dare to go to sleep in his bed without his call, lying on the bed while holding a notebook and reading materials about nerve regeneration, while pricking up his ears to eavesdrop on the movement next door.
There was a sound of running water in the bathroom, Zhuang Yi should be taking a shower. His footsteps were very light. He walked from the shower to the bathtub, then from the bathtub to the hanger, opened the door, and walked out.
"Good night, little ear." He came here to take a look, rubbed his heart, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead.
Xun Yuming kissed him lightly, buried his whole body in the quilt, stared at him closely with a pair of shy eyes, and blushed on both sides of his cheeks. Zhuang Yi tucked in the quilt for him, put a cup of warm water on the bedside table, and told him: "Sleep obediently, don't stay up late." Get up and go back to rest.
It's not that he pretends to be a gentleman and wants to separate the beds, but ever since Xun Yuming said that he wanted to chase him, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of pleasure in being pleased, and wanted to maintain this relationship for a little longer.
He went back to the bedroom and fell asleep quickly. Shen Han dreamed until midnight, Zhuang Yi woke up leisurely, and heard rustling sounds in the room in a trance. He frowned, and the car that had been tampered with suddenly flashed through his mind. He got up and went to the door to listen carefully for a while, but there seemed to be no movement.
Zhuang Yi concentrated all his attention, and instantly entered a state of alert. He opened the door, but saw Xun Yuming standing outside in a daze: "You... what are you doing here without sleeping?"
"I..." Xun Yuming stared at him meaningfully, "I want to..."
"What do you think?" Zhuang Yi asked.
Swallowing his throat, he said, "I want you to do whatever you want with me."
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