3.
After tossing and turning all night, Knight Ning didn't sleep well.
He was confused, wearing underwear, kicking his slippers, and standing at the bathroom door with his long legs hanging out.
The black-and-gold door handle is simple and unique, which is very different from the classical style of his family who wished to be buried in the tomb.
Ning Can is sober... This is not his house! He lives with Xia Yan!
Thinking of his blooming buttocks four years ago, he felt a chill in his lower body!
back... back to the bedroom!
As soon as Ning Can turned around, he saw Xia Yan returning from the morning exercise.
He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, and his wheat-colored arms were exposed, accentuating the sturdiness of his body.
The man had broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the thin sweat dripped down his chin and dripped into his collarbone, Ning Can seemed to hear the screams of countless women.
Ning Can laughed dryly: "Morning..."
Xia Yan didn't say a word, his eyes that were clear because of the movement suddenly deepened.
Ning Can didn't dare to look at him, but he couldn't move, so he could only stand nervously under the light like an actor who forgot his lines.
His "lights" are Xia Yan's eyes.
After a long while, Xia Yan said, "You... are you going to take a shower?"
As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Ning Can quickly picked up the words: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Xia Yan's voice sounded normal: "You go first."
Ning Can muttered: "Okay!" He pressed down the door handle and entered the bathroom as if running away.
Outside the door, Xia Yan took a breath. He walked calmly back to the bedroom, picked up the mineral water on the table and poured it on his head.
After taking a shower in a daze, Ning Can found that he had no clothes to change.
He looked at Xia Yan's bathrobe, and then at the T-shirt he had spent the night in...
What are you thinking! Of course, choose the latter, just clothes, not leftovers!
Ning Can put on it bravely, and faced another difficult choice.
Either wear panties that get wet on your ass, or go naked.
What are you thinking! Of course... of course wearing Xia Yan's bathrobe!
Ning Can wrapped his bathrobe and prayed for three minutes before going out.
Since he usually doesn't know how to write the word piety, as soon as he goes out...
Ning Can looked embarrassed: "That... I... "
Xia Yan obviously paused, and his voice became strangely hoarse: "Wear it, it's fine."
Ning Can originally thought it was nothing, but now he thinks it's all about it, but he has to pretend it's nothing, so he said, "Ha... Yes, I used to wear your clothes too."
Xia Yan was stunned.
Ning Can felt that what he said was inappropriate, and he was suspected of reminiscing about past years, but unfortunately there was no chance to change his words.
Unexpectedly, Xia Yan pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes, you always liked to wear my coat before."
Ning Can whispered: "You don't think it's too hot, how can you wear a long-sleeved jacket in summer."
Xia Yan said, "I'm afraid of the sun."
"I know," Ning Can remembered clearly, "but you like the sun very much."
Xia Yan glanced at him, but did not answer.
He is afraid of the sun, but likes the bright sun, because the person he likes has Chan in his name.
After a few casual chats, Ning Can's chatterbox opened wide, and he chatted with Xia Yan a lot.
They had nothing to say.
Too much time together, too many past events, too many intersections, like two threads tangled together, just moving around can create the most beautiful fabric.
Xia Yan couldn't help but put down his guard.
For four years, he no longer dreamed of him, no longer thought of him, and even made up his mind not to see him again for the rest of his life.
But as soon as he appeared, everything changed.
He gave him the deepest pain, but also gave him unparalleled joy.
Ning Can was always the most special to him. Time seemed to bury him, but in fact he wanted to hide it.
Ning Can's stomach growled.
Xia Yan immediately said: "You go to change clothes, I will cook."
Ning Can rubbed his stomach and said, "Do you cook all by yourself?"
Xia Yan paused: "Well."
In fact, he never eats at home, and usually goes to the company to make do with it.
Ning Can was not hungry, but when he got hungry, he had a stomachache: "You can just cook some noodles. It's cooked in one pot, fast."
Xia Yan's voice was very gentle: "I understand."
Of course he understood, he knew everything about Ning Can: he knew that he liked to eat boiled noodles in the morning, with marinated potatoes, sprinkled with chopped chives, very common, but Ning Can could eat it for more than ten years without getting tired; he hated eating porridge, The only thing he can accept is millet porridge, which can't be cooked too badly; he hates red wine and loves beer, especially the Belgian craft beer Roosevelt No. 10, he can drink it until he is very drunk...
Hot water dripped on the back of his hand, and Xia Yan snapped back to his senses.
He frowned, suppressing the thoughts that were surging up.
He couldn't face Luo 10's taste, because that night, Ning Can's mouth was full of this bitter wine aroma with a strong caramel flavor.
At first, he thought that Luo 10 made his dream come true, but the fact is that he was sent to hell.
So delicious! Ning Can still wanted to eat the third bowl, Xia Yan said: "Don't eat too much, it will be uncomfortable in a while."
Ning Can said with satisfaction: "It's delicious."
Xia Yan was silent.
Ning Can added: "Your craftsmanship is comparable to that of the Queen Mother!"
This is definitely the supreme compliment. Ning's mother once believed that this was her stupid son's mate selection standard.
Knowing too much is not a good thing. Xia Yan felt very uncomfortable, but on the face it was an understatement: "Auntie's cooking is delicious."
Ning Can was speechless and said, "She doesn't do it now."
Xia Yan asked casually, "What?"
Ning Can sighed and said, "It's not because I'm not at home, she..." He paused before he finished speaking.
It's a pity that Xia Yan also knew what he was going to say.
Ning Can has been away for four years, Ning's father is busy with work, and Ning's mother makes breakfast and no one eats it.
Probably Ning's mother was also angry that her son left, so when Ning Can came back, she no longer made a special trip to cook for him. The chef at home is skilled, and the noodles are cooked beautifully, but they don't have the taste that Ning Can wants.
Xia Yan changed the subject and said, "It's almost time, let's go together?"
Ning Can immediately said, "Okay!" It would be best to hitch a ride, but he was too lazy to drive.
Half a month later, Xia Yan stood in front of the apartment door with a bag of fresh fruits in his heart, full of wonder.
How can it be like this
Across the door are the people he misses.
He once thought that he would never see him again, once thought that his relationship with him was cut off on that absurd night, and once thought that happiness would never come to him again.
But now... Ning Can was in the room, nestled on the sofa, waiting for his fruit.
Xia Yan pushed open the door, and Ning Can exclaimed in surprise. After seeing him clearly, he quickly greeted him, "Come on, come on, you scared me to death!"
The projector was showing an old ghost movie, with a gloomy picture, weird sound effects, and a terrifying atmosphere, but Xia Yan's heart was full of softness and warmth.
Xia Yan said, "I'm going to wash the fruit."
Ning Can quickly pressed the pause button, jumped up from the sofa and said, "I'll be with you."
Xia Yan said, "No, I myself..."
Before he finished speaking, he had already seen Ning Can's nervous appearance. Ning Can forcefully explained, "I'm not afraid, I just want to watch while eating fruit."
There was a slight smile in Xia Yan's eyes, and he no longer refused: "Okay."
The two entered the kitchen, Xia Yan opened the convenience bag, and there were fresh cherries and blueberries the size of a coin that instantly made Ning Can smile: "It looks really good!"
Xia Yan took out another box of loquats, and Ning Can was even more happy: "Is there a spoon? I'm a master of peeling loquats now!"
Xia Yan had already taken out a stainless steel spoon and gently scraped it on the loquat.
Ning Can was surprised: "You also use Douyin?"
He loves to eat loquats, but the skins of loquats are very difficult to peel, and he often eats them all over his hands, which is very uncomfortable. Later, he learned this trick, and he was so excited that he would show off every time he peeled a whole box, and would not let others eat it.
Of course, Xia Yan didn't use Douyin, and he didn't like to eat loquats either. He just knew that Ning Can liked to eat them. He saw his assistant peeling loquats like this by chance, and he didn't want to remember them.
Ning Can happily held the fruit plate and greeted Xia Yan: "Let's watch it together, this movie is quite interesting, not long after the beginning, I'll take a step back for you..."
"No." Xia Yan's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "Tell me about it in general."
Ning Can was delighted: "You used to love this."
The two grew up together, and when DVDs were popular, they watched movies together. Often when Xia Yan came to Ning's house, Ning Can had already watched it for a while, Xia Yan never let him play it again, but let Ning Can speak.
Ning Can laughed at his fault.
But in fact, Xia Yan just wanted to hear his voice. When he was the most youthful, with the most unspeakable thoughts, all he longed for was the sweetheart who was close at hand, to talk to him more.
Ning Can spoke quickly, and the film began.
He whispered to Xia Yan, "I think there is something wrong with that little girl, maybe it's a ghost!"
Xia Yan only felt that there was a ghost in his heart.
The dark room, the unfamiliar and familiar atmosphere, the person who is far away and close to his fingertips, the thought that he wants to let go and always carries... He is like sitting in a sea of poppies, suffering a huge temptation.
In contrast, Ning Can just returned to the past without heart.
He forgot the embarrassment that night four years ago, and let go of the entanglement in the past four years. Because of the familiar interaction, because of the habits of more than ten years, and maybe there is still a little nostalgia, he became that Ning Can again, that Xia Yan was the best friend.
Xia Yan was dazed, his mind was in a mess, he seemed to think a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.
"Fuck!" Ning Can screamed and grabbed Xia Yan's hand desperately.
Xia Yan regained his senses and saw the bloody mouth opening on the screen.
Ning Can's face was pale and frightened: "I... I knew she was not human!"
Xia Yan couldn't help but say, "If you're afraid, don't watch it."
"Who... is afraid! Are you afraid?"
Ning Can's 'great general' is mighty and cannot be subdued, and he is not afraid of being killed. He said, "If you are afraid, go upstairs first, I want to read it."
He said so, but the light projected in his eyes was clearly: Xia Yan, if you dare to leave, I will cry and show you!
Where can Xia Yan go? He averted his eyes and stared at the screen: "It should be over soon, let's finish it."
However, Ning Can never dared to turn his eyes away. At first, he looked around, only his ears were erect, listening to the movement of the film.
Later, he was distracted, and there was a gloomy voice floating in his ears, but his eyes were glued to Xia Yan's earlobe.
There was a little red spot there, a tiny mole.
A long time ago, Xia Yan was as white as a piece of jade, and the little red dot was as red as a ruby earring. Now he is tanned, and the healthy wheat color completely covers its gorgeousness.
But at this moment, because of the bluish-gray light, the red spot is much brighter than in the daytime, red and red, like a red plum on the vast snow field.
Ning Can remembered when it was the most popular.
In the eighteen-year-old car, Xia Yan, who was on top of him, was as white as jade, with red moles as blood.
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