Dinner was just as Ling Miao said, rice porridge and rice dumplings, but Ling Miao didn't cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge, nor did he cook corn porridge, mung bean porridge, or pumpkin porridge.
Ling Miao walked into Su Yuyang's room with porridge and rice dumplings, put the porridge on the bedside table, and then helped Su Yuyang up, letting Su Yuyang lean against the bedside. He seemed worried that Su Yuyang's back would be pressed, and he thoughtfully placed a pillow behind Su Yuyang.
After doing this, Ling Miao moved the desk to another place.
After setting up the table, Ling Miao put the porridge and rice dumplings on the table. Ling Miao has cut the rice dumplings into small pieces and put the sugar on them. Su Yuyang looked at the sugar in the bowl and frowned calmly. A sweet and greasy feeling spread in his mouth, and his stomach gradually began to rebel. Su Yuyang kept swallowing and tried to calm his stomach in this way, but it didn't seem to have the slightest effect.
Su Yuyang didn't like eating anything that was too sweet. He could accept the rice dumplings, but when the rice dumplings were dipped in sugar... Looking into the bowl again, Su Yuyang felt like he was about to faint.
Ling Miao lowered his head to blow the porridge and naturally did not see Su Yuyang's expression. When Ling Miao handed the spoon filled with porridge to Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang's expression returned to calm instantly.
The porridge was put to his mouth. Su Yuyang had no reason to refuse, right? Besides, he doesn't have much energy to eat by himself now.
Su Yuyang slowly opened his mouth, and Ling Miao impatiently stuffed the porridge into Su Yuyang's mouth.
Su Yuyang's eyes widened in confusion: He was so gentle before, why did he suddenly become rough
Ling Miao scooped up another spoonful of porridge and handed it to Su Yuyang's mouth. Su Yuyang opened his mouth and took the spoon into his mouth. Ling Miao took out the spoon and the porridge went into Su Yuyang's mouth, and a lot of it also stuck to the corner of Su Yuyang's mouth. Ling Miao took out a piece of paper and touched the residue at the corner of Su Yuyang's mouth, and said with a smile: "Su Yuyang, even when you drink porridge, the soup drips. Is there a hole in your chin?"
Su Yuyang stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and said with unfinished meaning: "The white porridge is also very delicious, I want more." Su Yuyang opened his mouth and said "ah", and Ling Miao let out a chuckle, probably laughing at Su Yuyang's childishness. .
Although Ling Miao cooked white porridge, the fragrant and soft silky taste, and the fact that the spoon was dipped in white sugar gave the porridge some sweetness. Su Yuyang ate one bite after another, and soon the bowl of porridge was completely empty. Looking at the empty bowl, Su Yuyang frowned and pouted dissatisfiedly: "I'm not full."
Ling Miao glanced at Su Yuyang, as if he disliked Su Yuyang for having too many things to do, but he didn't say anything like "I won't go."
"I'm going to scoop up the porridge, don't move!" Ling Miao warned, then walked out of the room carrying the empty bowl and rice dumplings.
Su Yuyang hadn't noticed it before, but after Ling Miao left, he remembered that Ling Miao hadn't given him rice dumplings before.
"How does he know that I don't like eating rice dumplings dipped in sugar?"
Before Su Yuyang could think of the answer, Ling Miao came back. This time Ling Miao only brought a bowl.
"Huh?" Su Yuyang made a surprised sound.
Ling Miao scooped up a spoonful of porridge and asked puzzledly: "What are you talking about?"
Su Yuyang smiled and said: "Minced meat and cowpeas."
It turned out that when Ling Miao served the porridge, he added a lot of minced pork and cowpeas to the bowl. Ling Miao put the porridge into Su Yuyang's mouth and said angrily: "If you don't like rice dumplings, you should have told me earlier, because you made me cook one more!"
Su Yuyang was startled, his mouth open as if he couldn't close it. Ling Miao took advantage of the situation and stuffed another spoonful of porridge in, and Su Yuyang closed his mouth reflexively.
Su Yuyang swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and Ling Miao's spoon was in front of him again. Su Yuyang didn't open his mouth to accept it. He asked confusedly: "How do you know you don't like eating zongzi?"
"When you see the rice dumplings in the bowl, your expression is like looking at stool. You are disgusted to death. How can I take care of a patient like you if I don't have any eyesight?" After saying this, Ling Miao became even more angry. , the feeding action also became rough. Su Yuyang was worried that the spoon would poke his throat, so he quickly stopped Ling Second's movements: "Hey, I'm full!"
Ling Miao didn't seem to hear Su Yuyang's words. He continued to scoop the porridge. Su Yuyang had no choice but to continue eating.
When the second bowl of porridge was bottomed out, Ling Miao threw the bowl on the bedside table.
"Hey, just leave it like this!"
Ling Miao was about to move the table when Su Yuyang quickly stopped him.
Ling Miao seemed to understand what Su Yuyang meant. He nodded and went out with the bowl in hand.
This time Ling Miao was out for a bit long. Su Yuyang leaned his head on the bed, and Ling Miao's busy figure echoed in his mind.
When Su Yuyang is free, he will think of many things.
"When I first met Ling Miao, judging from his various behaviors, he shouldn't be gay. But why did my mother say that he likes men, and that Ling Miao told her himself? Could it be that Ling Miao likes men because they know each other? What happened to me next? Who broke him?" One name after another passed through Su Yuyang's mind, including Fengji, Ji Linxi, himself, and even the security boy and the courier boy. But Everyone he excludes, including himself.
"Is it someone from the Internet?" Thinking of this, Su Yuyang's calm eyes rippled.
He didn't know who Ling Miao had contacted online, and he couldn't find them.
"Hey." Su Yuyang closed his eyes irritably. When he opened his eyes, Ling Miao had already appeared at the door, and Ling Miao was still holding a rice bowl in his hand.
Ling Miao swallowed the food in his mouth and said apologetically: "Brother Su, do you want to watch a movie or something?"
So he was afraid that I would be bored? Su Yuyang felt warm in his heart.
"You should be busy with your own business first, I'll wait for you."
Ling Miao's hands froze, and his whole mind was suddenly occupied by Su Yuyang's words "I'll wait for you." This seemed to be the third time Su Yuyang had said "I'm waiting for you" to him. Every time he heard these three words, his reaction seemed to be different. Probably the mood is different every time.
Su Yuyang didn't know that what he said unintentionally had other meanings for Ling Miao. When he saw Ling Miao froze on the spot, he shouted anxiously: "Xiao Miao, are you okay?"
Ling Miao was awakened by Su Yuyang's shout. The corners of his mouth raised with difficulty, and he said, "I... what can happen to me?" But Ling Miao's voice was shaking badly and his expression was unnatural. No matter from which point of view, Su Yuyang Don't believe what he said. However, before Su Yuyang could ask further questions, Ling Miao disappeared at the door.
Su Yuyang continued to look at the ceiling, and continued to think about the person Ling Miao might like, but every time he thought that person was not him, his heart felt like it was being fried on an iron plate. Su Yuyang wanted to cover his heart to make himself less painful, but his hands were unable to lift and he could only let the pain spread throughout his limbs. This kind of mental torture is far more profound than the physical pain.
"Could it be that I have fallen in love with him?" Su Yuyang's eyelashes trembled and his face slowly turned to the door.
After an unknown amount of time, Ling Miao finally appeared in front of Su Yuyang, and Su Yuyang's heart, which had been pinched by others, was released in an instant.
"Xiao Miao." Su Yuyang called Ling Miao affectionately. Ling Miao seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, unable to move even half a step.
"Little seconds." Su Yuyang shouted again, but this time there was not too much emotion.
Ling Miao also seemed to be under a spell. He moved half-step towards Su Yuyang.
Su Yuyang felt as if his heart was being rubbed by the soles of Ling Miao's shoes. Every time Ling Miao took a step, there was a scratch on his heart, and blood slowly leached out along the scratches.
It was the first time in so many years that he felt this way.
"Is this like it?" Su Yuyang asked himself.
Ling Miao had already walked in front of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang looked up at the panic-filled face, and then slowly turned his head in another direction.
As long as you don't see him.
Su Yuyang thought so.
Ling Miao was panicking. Su Yuyang's first sentence of "little seconds" really made him panic and made him feel like "Su Yuyang also likes me." But the emotionless second sentence of "little seconds" poured cold water on him. -He also likes me, it's just my illusion.
They like each other, but they both think that the other doesn't like them.
If Yan Li were here, she would definitely scold Su Yuyang: "If you like you, just confess it boldly. It doesn't matter if he likes you or not, just strike first! Maybe he likes you too, or maybe he thinks you are good." , you two just happened to get together?"
However, Su Yuyang is not Yanli, he has his own concerns.
Ling Miao looked down at Su Yuyang, and Su Yuyang turned to look out the window. Apart from the sound of rain, there was no sound around him.
As if the god of death had swept through the space, it was quiet and depressing, and even the air he breathed gradually solidified.
Perhaps because he was afraid of being crushed to death by the dullness, Ling Miao finally spoke. He asked Su Yuyang: "Do you want a computer?"
"Yeah." Su Yuyang uttered a simple syllable.
Ling Miao put Su Yuyang's computer on the table and asked him what software he needed to open. Su Yuyang asked Ling Miao to log into YY and then enter his room.
Ling Miao took note of Su Yuyang's vest and then exited the room.
The audio version of Su Yuyang's novel was playing in the room. Su Yuyang watched the book friends discussing the plot and the game - the online game "Evil Song Against the Sky".
"Ling Miao will definitely play the online game "Evil Song Against the Sky"." The scene of Ling Miao complaining while playing the game appeared in front of Su Yuyang's eyes, and he burst out laughing.
"Xiao Miao?" Su Yuyang shouted Ling Miao's name with all his strength, but he was not sure whether the hoarse voice could reach Ling Miao's ears.
A few seconds later, Ling Miaofeng appeared in front of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang smiled and asked: "Do you have the activation code for the internal beta of "Evil Song Against the Sky"?" Su Yuyang remembered that Mu Yu once gave it to Ling Miao.
Ling Miao nodded: "The game company gave me a lot of activation codes, and I also plan to hold a lottery."
The more Ling Miao talked, the more frustrated he became.
In his opinion, Su Yuyang's words undoubtedly made him understand the identities of himself and Su Yuyang - they were just assistants and bosses.
"Su Yuyang, did you see something, so you asked me to correct my position?"
His heart seemed to be soaked in salt water, and all the strength in Ling Miao's body was drained, but he still stood in front of Su Yuyang like a pillar.