Xun Yuming fell limply on the bed, gasped twice, and buried his face under the quilt.
So shy.
It's been so many times, how can you still blush and heartbeat after making a boo.
He was a little distressed.
"Why did it grow so long after you lay down?" Zhuang Yi put his left hand in his pocket and scratched the sole of his feet with his right hand.
Xun Yuming flinched suddenly: "Itchy!"
"Seriously, how tall are you now?" Zhuang Yi sat down and pulled away the bear quilt covering his face, "Are you 1.85 meters?"
"Hmm." The first hum three times, the second four hums, Xun Yuming muttered something in his throat, and looked at him with a pair of dark peach eyes, "One meter eighty-two is less than one meter eighty-three Well, I can't grow any longer at twenty-one."
After all, he still couldn't catch up with him.
"It's already high enough." Zhuang Yi scratched the bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose was slightly raised, with a hint of playfulness in the coolness.
"Don't you like ones that are too tall?" Xun Yuming listened obediently, he seemed to dislike himself for being too tall.
"Huh?" Zhuang Yi didn't mean that, but just comforted him, "Why? It's good to be tall..." His right hand was drawn down the seam of his trousers, his legs were long and straight, "It's longer if he's taller." .”
Xun Yuming scoffed, and asked with a smile, "What's so good about having long legs?"
A fall with long legs hurts even more.
"You don't even understand this?" Zhuang Yi leaned down, pressed his thin lips against his ears, and said softly, "Long legs, tightly coiled."
"..." Xun Yuming blushed, raised his leg and kicked him, "It hurts to kick someone, it's a long arm!"
Zhuang Yi took advantage of the situation and sat down on the ground, covering his waist and laughing: "It's getting worse and worse, not good at all."
"Who told you to talk nonsense." Xun Yuming turned sideways and stretched out his hand to him: "Get up quickly, I have something serious to tell you."
"What's the business?" Zhuang Yi collected his expression, closed the chandelier and the bedroom door, lifted the quilt and lay down beside him, holding him in his arms, "Is it about grandpa?"
He could have nothing but grandfather, hospital, lawsuits and research.
Zhuang Yi guessed right, Xun Yuming nodded, lay on his chest, and drew circles on his black sweater with his index finger, "I read Grandpa's notes today, he is still very clear-headed, and his thinking is very clear. Agile, not at all like a chorea patient of this age."
Grandpa suffered many setbacks and hardships when he was young, and his life has ups and downs. After experiencing great joy and sorrow, his mentality has become more peaceful. He can still remain calm in the face of illness. Fortunately, his onset was late, otherwise, at this age, the disease would have tortured people into dementia.
"I think grandpa must be very lonely and boring when he stays in the ward every day." Grandpa doesn't like to socialize. In the nursing home, only Xiao Yang talks to him occasionally, and it's just to take care of his daily life. Usually, we don't talk at all. go together.
Xun Yuming has a new idea: "Grandpa's academic research is actually very accomplished, but he was delayed by the times and was not born in the current environment. I think it is a pity that he left nothing after a hundred years. .”
"Then what do you want to do?" Zhuang Yi probably guessed what he meant, but let him say it himself.
"I want to help him publish a set of books." Xun Yuming raised his neck, looked at him and said, "A few years ago, someone who edited textbooks approached him, but at that time his physical condition did not allow him, and no one helped him, so he I refused. Now that I'm back, if I can persuade him to make a move, he should be able to agree. But it's just... "
Grandpa is struggling to write and type now, and he can't speak fluently. His condition comes and goes from good to bad. It is not easy for him to write a book and talk about it.
"It's a good thing." Zhuang Yi rubbed his little curly hair, and said in a gentle voice, "It won't be troublesome for me to find an assistant for him to help him compile the book. Anyway, grandpa is idle and has plenty of time, so take your time." Let's vacate the two rooms on the first floor, use one as his bedroom and the other as his study, and take him back."
Seeing grandpa alone in the nursing home, facing the empty house, he also felt uncomfortable.
"Are you willing?" Xun Yuming did not expect him to be so supportive. After all, the current situation of grandpa is not optimistic, and it will be more difficult to take care of him at home once he gets sick.
Although Zhuang Yi had expressed many times before that he hoped to take care of his grandfather together with him, it was just a beautiful idea after all. After witnessing the real state of his grandfather's illness today, he could still say that, which is unbelievable and has to be moved.
"Of course, he is a grandfather." Zhuang Yi always smiled when facing him, "What's yours is mine."
How could he dislike his grandfather
"I..." Xun Yuming wanted to say "thank you", but he felt that the weight of these two words was too light, too light to express his immediate mood, "I really... won the lottery!"
He lowered his head, frowned slightly, and looked a little annoyed, as if he couldn't figure it out: winning the lottery is such a good thing, how could it be his turn
"Why don't you show it quickly?" Zhuang Yi moved his knees and bumped him.
"How do you express it?" Xun Yuming stared at him, thought for a while, and kissed his lips "baji", "Is this okay?"
"Okay." Zhuang Yi was reluctantly satisfied, "To send a goose feather from a thousand miles away, the gift is light and the affection is heavy."
Xun Yuming was startled when he heard the words, he grinned, his shoulders twitched non-stop: "Your Chinese is really bad!"
"My Chinese is poor, so who is better?" Zhuang Yi sternly said, "Aren't I perfect in your heart? Beauty is in the eye of a beholder, do you know?"
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" has a scientific basis. According to research, when a person falls in love with another person, the retina will be affected by fluctuations in hormone levels. In psychology, there is also a "positive fantasy" mentality. In short, when you can't change your partner's imperfections, you can only paralyze yourself with the spirit of Ah Q and imagine that the other party is perfect enough.
For example, at this moment, how can Xun Yuming feel that his Chinese is not good enough
"I'm sorry." Xun Yuming apologized sincerely, "I shouldn't have said that, the main reason is... to be honest, I'm used to it."
He raised three fingers, pointed to the ceiling, and said solemnly, "I won't do it again, promise!"
"Go to sleep, you talk so much." Zhuang Yi pulled him away, patted off the wall lamp, turned around and sulked. What does it mean to "tell the truth and get used to it", is it that he is so reluctant to boast about himself
Xun Yuming was taken aback for a moment, then carefully asked with his shoulders: "You... what's the matter?"
Zhuang Yi closed his eyes and remained silent.
"Are you angry again?" Why did you get angry again? The reconciliation made him more childish. Xun Yuming lowered his head and bit his ear, "Did I bite you? Did I really bite you?"
Zhuang Yi was indifferent.
"Oh, don't be like this, you are the most perfect in my heart." Xun Yuming reached out to cover his mouth and nose, to see how long he could hold his breath, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Don't be angry, you are only good at Chinese. Not bad. You are the contemporary Lu Xun, the Shakespeare of the 21st century, you are the most romantic writer! Cao Zhi can write poems in seven steps, and you can write "Luo Shen Fu" in one step. Wen Tingyun writes lyrics with eight prongs, you can’t use eight Fork, one fork is "Li Sao", saying two forks is an insult to you."
"Who can be better than you? Li Bai is standing in front of you, he can't get mad anymore, take off your boots immediately! If Du Fu knew you earlier, then "To Li Bai" would have to be changed to "To Zhuang Yi". Su Shi No way, even the three of his father, son and brother combined can’t compare to a hair of yours. What’s the meaning of “Ten Years of Life and Death”? Born hundreds of years earlier, it’s your turn to write “Eight Years of Separation and Two Boundaries” Not to mention modern ones, there are two trees in your yard, one is a loquat tree, and the other is still a loquat tree, both of which were hand-planted when I broke up with you... "
Every time he blew, the corners of Zhuang Yi's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and at the end he couldn't help it, his chest "rumbled" and vibrated, and the laughter that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out, turning over and pressing Xun Yuming down, "You little cunning, did you talk about cross talk in your last life?"
Xun Yuming was full of smiles, his eyes sparkling, and Zhuang Yi wished he could take a bite, "You're getting worse and worse! You're glib and eloquent, why don't you stutter when you hurt others? It's not because you've been bullied so badly." When it’s time to talk back, you’ll know how powerful I am.”
"Didn't I praise you?" Xun Yuming pursed his lips and laughed, "I can't even praise you, and I can't tell the truth, what should I do?"
"Okay, if you hurt me, you still act like a baby, see how I deal with you." Zhuang Yi rubbed his hands, making a gesture to scratch his itchy flesh.
Xun Yuming was so frightened that he rolled over and climbed up. Zhuang Yi grabbed his pajamas, pulled him back, and scratched his armpit fiercely.
"Don't... hahaha... I was wrong haha... I was wrong!" Xun Yuming was the most ticklish, trembling with laughter, kicking him with both feet, "I beg you hahahaha... dare not again... Brother, I was wrong Hahaha... Wrong!"
He was 1.82 meters tall, and his shoulders were not narrow. Zhuang Yi couldn't hold it down with one hand, so he took advantage of the loophole and slipped out. Xun Yuming laughed so hard that his stomach twitched, he rolled and crawled to the other side of the bed to avoid his pursuit, he didn't pay attention, and fell down with a "boom": "Ah!"
Zhuang Yi was startled, and hurried over to drag him: "How is it? Did you fall?"
"Hiss—" Xun Yuming was laying on the ground, covering his head with one hand, as if knocked, "It hit the cabinet."
"Let's see!" Zhuang Yi was regretful, his athletic ability was already poor, and he would be more clumsy when he got into a fight. "Let me see, where did it hit?"
Zhuang Yi pressed the chandelier, and the white light suddenly lit up, making Xun Yuming dizzy for a while. He frowned and sat up, and was picked up by Zhuang Yi, "Is there a big lump behind the ears and on the head?"
"Don't move, let me take a look." Zhuang Yi put him on the bed, brushed away his chestnut brown hair, and saw a small bag protruding from the back of his head, at the level of the ear, "I knocked out the red bag, Little idiot."
"It hurts a little." Xun Yuming complained to Zhuang Yi with his mouth flattened, "I'm hurting."
He was born beautiful, as delicate as an antique blue and white porcelain, his skin is transparent, his facial features are three-dimensional, his eyes are black and white, it is really pitiful to be wronged. Fortunately, he is a big man who grew up in modern times. If this face were dressed in an ancient costume, he would be a seductive vixen who came to the world to do evil.
"Okay, okay." Zhuang Yi's heart was melted by him, he bowed his head and blew on his little red envelope, and coaxed softly: "Brother, blow it to my little ear, it will disappear in the morning."
Xun Yuming obediently said "um", wrapped in the quilt and closed his eyes.
Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would turn over in his sleep and crush the wound, so he turned off the light and lay behind him, with his arms under his neck, and slept indiscriminately all night.
The next day Xun Yuming woke up and looked in the mirror while washing. The bump that was the size of a thumb was now like a mosquito bite, and it really disappeared a lot.
He rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses, went downstairs to have breakfast, and went to work. Zhuang Yi had something to do today, so he was sent to the laboratory without staying for a moment, and hurried back to the consulting room.
Xun Yuming was thinking about one important matter, wishing him to leave quickly, and as soon as he went out, he immediately asked Cen Ji: "Do you know how to use this software?"
"What?" Cen Ji looked at his mobile phone and said with a smile, "Hey, isn't it just Weibo, just register one."
"No, it's easy to register." The key is that no one should know that he registered. Xun Yuming wondered, "Will it expose private information?"
Cen Ji took his mobile phone and skillfully helped him apply for an account, "What's the matter, you can choose to keep it secret, don't send real information about yourself."
Xun Yuming was taught, nodded and asked: "Then if I leave a message to someone I know now, he won't find out that it's me?"
"Who do you keep it for?" Cen Ji opened the photo album to help him set his profile picture, and found that there were very few photos of him, most of them were pictures of the laboratory, and his personal characteristics were too distinct, so he had to search for him in the user list A profile picture is used first.
"Don't worry about it." Xun Yuming crossed the river and demolished the bridge, asked him to help him set up the account, then took back the phone and kept silent.
After a while, Cen Ji went upstairs to check the ward. There was no one else in the laboratory today, only Xun Yuming was left.
He quietly opened Weibo, found Zhuang Yi's account, added attention, and left a message: "Hi brother, I am a college student with little love experience. I would like to ask you, what gift is more suitable for my boyfriend on the anniversary? We It’s been a long time since we separated, and I want to give him a big surprise, but I don’t know what he likes and wants the most. I’m your die-hard fan now, and I want to hear your opinion, can I? Thank you!”
The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and Zhuang Yi, who was chatting with a client, took it out to have a look, and replied, "A die-hard fan? Why isn't there a sign of "Die Fan"?"
Xun Yuming was taken aback, and quickly typed a long string of words to explain, and clicked send, but failed.
Hit send again, failed again.
Zhuang Yi stared at his "five yuan, one hundred thousand fans" zombie fan's visual avatar, and silently withdrew from the blacklist—a joke, how can a mature man fall twice in the same place
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