"what do you know?"
Angus smiled slightly and asked with his eyes.
Zhuang Yi looked back, met his eyes, and gradually narrowed his eyes, "I know... Will likes men."
Angus was taken aback, and laughed loudly: "Oh yes, I didn't expect your observation skills to be so keen!"
Zhuang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, but remained silent.
Angus stopped laughing, the surroundings were silent, and he felt bored, so he picked up the water glass and said "good night", and went back to the room.
Zhuang Yi was the only one left in the room, and he stared at the cauldron, a layer of snow-white foam was born in it, rising up with the boiling. He hastily turned off the fire, poured the milk into an open white cup, and sent it upstairs.
The corridor was lit, and he was afraid that the light would spill into the bedroom when he opened the door, so he pressed the switch before pushing the door open.
Xun Yuming breathed deeply, curled up on the bed into a bulging ball, already sound asleep. Zhuang Yi put the cup on the bedside table beside him, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.
In the middle of the night, Xun Yuming turned over and woke up in a daze. He rubbed his eyes, got up and went to the bathroom, but he didn't turn on the light because he was afraid of disturbing Zhuang Yi. Putting on her slippers, she took two steps forward, only to hear rustling noises coming from downstairs.
His chest tightened, his heart began to "pound", and his mind was full of images of the last landslide. After thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible.
Zhuang Yi would turn off the power grid every night, completely eliminating the possibility of bad guys climbing over the wall and entering the courtyard. This small building is surrounded by fences, and there are surveillance cameras in front of and behind the house. In theory, there will be no problem.
Xun Yuming eavesdropped on the door for a while, there was indeed a sound, looked left and right, saw a baseball bat standing in the corner, busy copying it in his hand, and carefully walked downstairs.
When he reached the porch, he turned his head suddenly and met Professor Angus' eyes.
"What are you doing?" Angus sat at the bar and asked him with a smile.
"It's you!" Seeing him, Xun Yuming breathed a sigh of relief, put down his baseball bat and said, "I heard movement, and thought it was bad guys coming in."
Angus smiled, pointed to the chair beside him, and motioned for him to come and sit: "I'm jet-lagged and can't sleep. Talk to me?"
"Wait a minute." Xun Yuming ran into the bathroom on the first floor, washed his hands with water, and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll find you something to eat."
Neither he nor Zhuang Yi knows how to cook, and they are usually busy with work, so they don't have leisure time to go shopping in the supermarket. I always only have cooked and semi-cooked food at home, and occasionally buy some simple and easy-to-make ingredients. Xun Yuming opened the refrigerator and found that there were only fruits and half a box of leftover spring rolls in it.
"Don't worry, I'm not hungry." Angus shook the glass in his hand, "If there is wine, I can have some."
Hearing this, Xun Yuming took out a box of raw chocolates and gave him a bottle of whiskey from Zhuang Yi's wine cabinet: "Is this okay?"
Since the gastric perforation operation, Zhuang Yi forbade him to drink any more, and he couldn't find where the red wine was hidden for a while. Angus took the bottle and looked at the moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, "This wine is good, let's drink it."
"I'll find you a cup." Xun Yuming opened the kitchen cabinet where Zhuang Yi usually put the cups, took out a crystal glass, put a few ice cubes in it, "There are no more lemons."
"Pure ones are fine." Angus took a sip, raised his glass and asked, "You don't want to drink?"
"Quit." Xun Yuming waved his hand, thanking you for not being sensitive.
"That's strange."
He used to drink every day, and would appear in various bars near the hospital every night. A considerable number of people in the United States favor Asians, not to mention an Asian with a handsome appearance and aloof temperament like him, and there is an endless stream of people who strike up a conversation.
Xun Yuming declined all of them one by one, not even giving him the slightest chance, his heartlessness was chilling.
"I had an operation some time ago, so it's not suitable for drinking anymore." He held a cup and only drank warm water, even if it was not for himself, but for Zhuang Yi, he should restrain himself.
"It's good to quit drinking, but without alcohol, what's the fun in life?" Angus smiled, tilted his head and asked him: "It sounds like Zhuang Yi treats you very well? I remember you said before that you will not Will make up with him again."
Xun Yuming thought of the desperate but firm self in the past, and even felt a little dazed for a moment, as if a long century had passed, and it seemed like it just happened yesterday. He lowered his head, pursed the corners of his mouth, and his smile became more gentle at night, "The future will always exceed our imagination."
If you told him eight years ago that he and Zhuang Yi would part ways and become strangers, he would definitely find it ridiculous; and if you told him a year ago that he and Zhuang Yi would get back together and bloom twice, he would never believe it.
The migration of the world is often beyond people's expectations.
"Zhuang Yi..." Angus took a sip of wine, resting his arms on the quartz stone countertop, expressing that he stopped talking.
"Does the teacher still avoid me if he has something to say?"
Angus looked at him and said, "I don't know, Xun, I have no position to say these things. However, I don't think Zhuang Yi is suitable for you."
Xun Yuming's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he asked in a daze, "Why do you say that?"
He and Zhuang Yi are the two most suitable people in the world. In his eyes, no one is better than Zhuang Yi. As his mentor whom he respects and loves, how can Angus question Zhuang Yi and their relationship in front of him? emotion.
"Don't get me wrong, of course he treats you very well, I can see that." Angus explained, "He is also very good, whether in career or appearance, he is a good match for you."
"Then why?" Xun Yuming's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, his eyes were fixed on him, as if he wanted to find some answer from him.
"Because you with him are no longer the real you." Angus took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "You will be suppressed by him by his side. To be honest, since you came back, have you Any research progress?"
"In the past, you were calm and focused. Although you had many deficiencies, you were single-minded and diligent, whether it was surgery or research. With my help, you went smoothly. What about now?"
Xun Yuming really wanted to refute, he had plenty of words to refute, but he suffered from his clumsy tongue, and what he was least good at in his life were sports and debates.
"Zhuang Yi is good everywhere, but it is so good that it covers up your own brilliance." Angus said lightly, "If your ideals and ambitions stop at one Field Award, just like other awardees, It’s nothing to plan to live on this for the rest of your life. But are you this kind of person? What about your pursuit?”
"I'm not!" Xun Yuming's face was flushed from holding back, his whole body was shaking, he hesitated for a long time, and only shouted: "You...you are wrong! You are wrong!"
He stood up "squeaky" and felt dizzy for a while. He quickly covered his forehead with one hand, stood still and said, "I'm sorry, I... Anyway, you are wrong." After speaking, he supported the handrail and went upstairs.
The bedroom door was wide open, and he didn't bother to close it when he went downstairs, but now he stumbled in and closed the door behind him. With the sound of "bang", Zhuang Yi was awakened in an instant, and subconsciously searched for the place beside him, but there was no one there.
Before he opened his eyes, his body sat up reflexively. Zhuang Yi hurriedly looked for Yuming, turned on the light, and saw him standing at the door, staring at him, "Mingming? You... what's wrong?"
Xun Yuming looked at him without blinking, his eyes seemed to have infinite contradictions and guilt, Angus' words rang in his ears repeatedly, the grievance and pity in his heart were like seeds breaking through the ground, and he could not hold on any longer. Stopped, stretched his arms and rushed forward.
Zhuang Yi was shocked by him and leaned back, quickly caught him and asked: "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"No." Xun Yuming hugged him tightly, exerting all his strength, his arms were holding him breathless, and his two hands kept stroking his cheeks, as if he would turn into light smoke and disappear in a second , I am afraid that it will not be too late for each other to integrate into each other's flesh and blood. "No matter what others say, you are the best in my heart! You are!"
"Okay, I am." Zhuang Yi couldn't help laughing at him: "What's the matter with you, you don't sleep until midnight, just to tell me this?"
"I'm sorry, I woke you up." Xun Yuming calmed down a little, but his hands still refused to move, holding him stubbornly, "I can't sleep, don't go, I don't want you to leave me for half a step."
Zhuang Yi was dizzy by his sudden confession, picked him up and put him on the bed, hugged him and promised: "I'm not going anywhere."
Where can he go, the only place in the world that belongs to him is beside Xun Yuming.
"Hold me." Xun Yuming demanded nervously, directly pulling his arm and pulling it on himself.
"I'm not holding it?"
"Not enough force!"
Zhuang Yi had nothing to do with him, so he had to tighten his arms tightly, and the deep laughter melted in his ears: "No matter how close it is, the distance will be negative."
"I want to negative distance." Xun Yuming was reminded by him, and immediately clamored, "Hurry up, please."
"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Yi felt more and more wrong, he was really abnormal, "Tell me the truth, or I will let go."
"Don't..." Xun Yuming was flustered, he felt that the wind was blowing from all directions, and his whole body was chilly. Only Zhuang Yi's embrace could give him a sense of security for saving his life. "I don't want it anymore, don't let go."
Zhuang Yi turned around and turned on the light, felt the cup was still warm, and brought it to him: "Good boy, drink it by yourself." He stuffed the milk into his hand and still wrapped his arms around him.
Xun Yuming was terrified, and it happened that he could drink a little sweet milk, which would also have the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep.
The mouth of the cup was bigger than his face, he held the bottom of the cup with both hands and drank it clean, with a half circle of milk stains on his lips, he said, "It's finished."
"Then tell me now, what's the matter?" Zhuang Yi put the cup back, took out a piece of paper, and wiped his mouth.
"It's really nothing." Xun Yuming put his cheek against his chest and put his hands around his waist and said, "We are very suitable, I... I am the best!"
Zhuang Yi always said to him before that you are the best, sometimes in English, sometimes in Chinese. These words were engraved in his heart, engraved in his mind, even if one day he became like Xue Jiayan, he would never forget it.
"Of course you are." Zhuang Yi pinched his cheeks and smiled fondly, "But why did you say this all of a sudden?"
Could it be that he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and questioned his own life
Xun Yuming not only questioned his life, he was on the verge of questioning everything about himself, and his will was like a one-legged man standing on the edge of a cliff, crumbling and precarious. Is his ability, his career, his love, his vision, everything about him wrong
He needs a word of encouragement, he has to say to himself over and over again, "You are the best!"
Zhuang Yi patted him gently, calmly coaxing him to tell the truth, but he also had doubts in his heart.
He was standing at the door just now, and there was a knock before it, which showed that he had just come in from the outside. The bedroom on the opposite side was his former bedroom, which is now unoccupied and has no past motives, so he must have gone downstairs.
There was nothing downstairs except Angus.
"What did the teacher tell you?" Zhuang Yi asked softly. "Tell me, I'm not angry."
Naturally, he didn't say anything good, otherwise, how could it cause him to panic and collapse like this.
Xun Yuming looked at him in astonishment, "How do you know...?"
Sure enough, it was him, Zhuang Yi was so angry that he suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked with a smile: "What did you talk about? Tell me, okay?"
"No, nothing." Xun Yuming was afraid that he would get angry and that he would have an irreversible bad impression on the teacher, so he kept his mouth shut, and only hoped that he could organize the language and explain it clearly with the teacher tomorrow.
Zhuang Yi is not his shackles, on the contrary, only when he is beside Zhuang Yi, can he feel warmth and freedom. Zhuang Yi is his sun and his universe. He lives in the sun and lives in the universe. Both are indispensable.
"I had a nightmare just now." Xun Yuming lowered his eyes guiltyly, and urged him to turn off the light, "Go to sleep, I'm fine."
Knowing that he was lying, Zhuang Yi didn't expose it, reached out to turn off the light, hugged him again and said: "Tell me when I get up at night, you know?"
Xun Yuming agreed, buried him in bed, hugged him and closed his eyes.
Zhuang Yi stayed up half the night, secretly measuring his performance just now, guessing what Angus might have said to him, and didn't take a nap until early morning.
When he woke up in the morning, Xun Yuming saw that he was still asleep, and knew that he must not have had a good rest last night because of his heavy heart, so he didn't wake him up, went to the bathroom to wash up, and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Angus just fell asleep at the moment, and Xun Yuming didn't call him, but made him an extra breakfast and left it on the kitchen island, and wrote him a note in English:
"Sorry sir, I lost my temper last night.
But you really shouldn't say that, Zhuang Yi is everything to me, no matter what, I will never give up on him again.
This is his home, he treats me very well and almost responds to every request, that's why he will help me entertain you. I know you're thinking about me, but if you insist on thinking that way, I don't think I'm qualified to keep you here anymore.
I've booked you a room at the Bay Hotel where you can stay with Will for a while, if you want. "
He turned the note back on the table, served breakfast on the table, and then went upstairs to wake Zhuang Yi up. The latter had come out of the shower and was changing his shirt in the cloakroom.
Xun Yuming went over to help him button the buttons, and with his straight shoulders, he gave him an appreciative smile: "You are so handsome."
"Thank you." Zhuang Yi smiled, shook off the suit and put it on, and raised his arms to button the sapphire cuff buttons for himself.
He wears suits and leather shoes to work all year round, and his private dress style is also business-like. The colors of his clothes are all black, white, gray, blue, and brown. The difference is only in color temperature and saturation. He used to wear T-shirts when he was in school, but now he rarely wears them.
Xun Yuming opened the log-colored drawer at hand, picked out a blue and white twill tie, said while tying it: "I've made breakfast, let's go downstairs and have it."
"Has your teacher gotten up yet?" Zhuang Yi embraced him, brushed his thin lips against his temples, and kissed him lightly.
"Not yet." Xun Yuming walked downstairs and opened the seat for him, "He told me last night that he wanted to stay in a hotel, and I agreed."
Zhuang Yi paused, sat down at the dining table, picked up the spoon and asked, "Are you willing?"
"Willing." Xun Yuming nodded, "The hotel is not far away."
Things turned out like this, which he didn't expect and didn't want to think about. Keeping the teacher away from Zhuang Yi is not only angry, but also the only way to maintain harmony. Changing Angus' prejudice is by no means a one-day effort, he can only proceed step by step, and slowly use actions to prove who is right and who is wrong.
Zhuang Yi took a spoonful of porridge, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Actually, there is something I haven't told you."
"what?"
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