Song Xuanhe found a hotel nearby, took a shower, changed into the clothes sent by his assistant, and went back to the hospital. Xiao Yuanmu didn't wake up all night, so he slept on the accompanying bed all night.
At six o'clock in the morning, Song Xuanhe, who had not slept soundly all night, woke up in a daze. Sitting up and seeing the unfamiliar environment, there was a moment of blankness until his eyes moved to Xiao Yuanmu who was not far away. The memory is slowly coming back.
He tidied up casually and left the ward, and drove straight home. When he got home, he went straight to the kitchen with an ambitious expression on his face.
After the system that had been silent all this time, he poured the rice into the pot and put all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, he couldn't help but make a sound: [Brother, what are you doing?]
Song Xuanhe stared at the water boiling with grains of rice in the pot, and asked: [Can't you see that I'm cooking porridge?]
After a few seconds, the system replied honestly: [I really can't see it.]
Song Xuanhe turned down the fire, stood by the pot and watched carefully, not responding to the system.
After a few minutes, Song Xuanhe frowned, turned on the phone and searched how long it would take to cook porridge, but just after opening the web page, the phone rang, and the web page became a call page.
Seeing the strange number in front of him, Song Xuanhe slid to hang up.
There are many ways to cook porridge on the web page, the most common one is plain porridge. Song Xuanhe doesn’t like to drink plain porridge, and plain porridge is too simple to show his apology and cooking skills in a low-key manner, so he turned a few pages , I finally found a porridge that tastes good from the picture and the ingredients inside are not too complicated—preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
Song Xuanhe looked around in the refrigerator, but there was quite a lot of meat, from poultry to seafood, but there were only eggs.
Eggs are just eggs, it’s not much different if they’re all eggs.
Song Xuanhe poured out the pot of porridge just now, added water and put rice again according to the recipe, step by step, strictly followed the recipe requirements, and it looked decent, at least until he cracked the eggs in .
Song Xuanhe turned off the fire, and poured out the porridge in the pot again with a blank face. Just as he was about to start another pot, the phone rang again, and it was still the strange number.
"Who?"
Hearing Song Xuanhe's voice suddenly, he obviously didn't expect it, and there was no sound for a few seconds.
Song Xuanhe closed the refrigerator with a frown, and the frustration and anger that he couldn't even cook the porridge was directed at the person on the other side of the phone: "Fart, let go."
The other side obviously came back to their senses, and hurriedly said: "It's me, Young Master Song, I'm Liu Xu."
Song Xuanhe paused and raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"
"Do you have time recently? I want to meet with you, and I want to talk to you about something."
Song Xuanhe changed his mind, and in less than half a second, he thought clearly about Liu Xu's plan. He raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a harsh tone, "Young master, you can see me as soon as you want?"
Liu Xu didn't expect Song Xuanhe to have such an attitude, but she still said softly: "I have something very important to tell you. It concerns your family and your parents. I think you must know."
"Oh?" Song Xuanhe found a chair in the restaurant and sat down, his voice casual: "Is it important?"
"right."
Song Xuan and Wancao De pinched the anti-scalding mat on the table, lifted it up and put it down, and said in a puzzled voice, "But I can't figure out why Liu Yinghou has important news about our Song family in his hand."
"You can't talk about the Song family." Liu Xu said softly, "But it has something to do with your mother."
Song Xuanhe sneered silently, pursed his lips and said, "Since this is the case, let Liu Yinghou set a time."
Liu Xu was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "How about next Tuesday, the place is Liuquxi."
Liuquxi is a very private teahouse. Many celebrities and political and business leaders will go there to drink tea. I heard that the owner behind it is very mysterious. It is really safe for Liuxu to choose there.
Song Xuanhe's voice was calm, but the smile on his face carried the viciousness of calculating people every time. He said slowly, "Okay, see you on Tuesday."
Hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe glanced at the time, and when he saw the 9:10 above, he couldn't help but swear, then he called Jinji with his lips pursed, and sent Xiao Yuanmu's ward address .
When Song Xuanhe arrived at the hospital, Xiao Yuanmu was already drinking porridge. When he saw his hand coming in to scoop up the porridge, he paused almost imperceptibly, glanced at him, and then curled his lips: "You are here, the porridge is very delicious." delicious."
Hearing his voice, Song Xuanhe paused, and hurriedly glanced at his face that had returned to normal, and his tall and straight figure in the hospital gown, and finally fixed his eyes on him holding the wooden spoon , fingers with sharp knuckles, pursed his lips and said: "If you buy a midnight snack, something will happen. What else can you do?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his eyes around Song Xuanhe's body without any trace, staying on his slightly pursed lips for a few more seconds, then retracted his gaze, and took a sip of porridge in a slow manner , said lightly: "Are you still angry?"
Song Xuanhe stood in the same place, his expression was dazed for a moment, his pupils turned slightly innocent, and it took a few seconds for him to react, his expression changed slightly, he raised his hand on his side and hugged it to his chest, with a clear voice They are a little taller: "Why am I angry? Why am I angry? Just because you kissed me? Are you kidding me?"
"It's better not to be angry."
Hearing Song Xuan and laser cannon's rhetorical question, Xiao Yuanmu didn't even raise his eyes. He put down the spoon in his hand, and his tone was flat, as if he just asked casually, and Song Xuan and his mind had just been organized to be ready at any time. Rebuttal words were stuck in his throat.
It was as if a fist had hit the cotton, soft and aggrieved.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, just in time to meet Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, calm and deep, like an endless sea, and also like a bottomless abyss, he blinked hesitantly, and a trace of inexplicable words flashed quickly in his heart strange feeling.
Before he could catch a trace of the aura, a nurse opened the door and came in. After helping Xiao Yuanmu clean up the things on the table, he said in a soft voice: "Mr. Xiao, let me take your temperature again, if there is no problem , you can leave the hospital."
After the nurse took Xiao Yuanmu's temperature carefully, she said softly, "The doctor told me that you just had a high fever, please eat lightly recently, and even though your leg is just scratched, it's best not to exercise too much. You need to change your dressing every day, if there is no one to help you, I can go to your house to help you change your dressing after get off work."
After saying the last sentence, the pretty nurse's cheeks were already flushed, and there was infinite affection in every move.
However, Xiao Yuanmu didn't feel his tenderness at all, and his tone was polite and alienated: "No need, someone will change my medicine."
Song Xuanhe took a change of clothes and walked to the sofa next to him to sit down, watching this show of falling flowers intentionally and ruthlessly with great interest.
The nurse was a little disappointed when she heard the words, but she still smiled and said: "Then if you have any questions, you can contact me, and I will definitely rush over to help you."
"thanks."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly, as if he couldn't understand the hint that the nurse wanted to contact, his expression was light, and he didn't have the slightest desire to say more.
Only then did the nurse realize that she had no chance at all. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Then Mr. Xiao, I'm going out first. Goodbye."
Song Xuanhe just watched from the time he entered the door until now, without even giving him a glimpse of the female nurse's head, and left the ward with infinite disappointment. After that, three or four nurses came in and went out under various names. , Attentive and careful, shy and gentle, he almost took off Xiao Yuanmu's hospital gown, and personally helped him change into the clothes he was going to wear when he was discharged from the hospital.
"I'm going to change clothes, can I trouble you to go out first?"
Finally, Xiao Yuan's muscular and clear voice sounded, with a deep and magnetic ending, which made the cheeks of the two nurses around him even redder. They nodded shyly, then turned their heads three times at a step, and left reluctantly.
Song Xuanhe couldn't help but sneered, and just as he was about to start a joke, he saw Xiao Yuanmu had already taken off his shirt and was facing his direction.
The smile on the corner of Song Xuanhe's mouth froze, and he quickly turned his head away: "What are you doing!"
Hearing his voice, Xiao Yuanmu took off his clothes for a moment, there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his indifferent face, but there was no wave in his eyes, and there was an imperceptible scrutiny hidden in them.
"Undress."
Xiao Yuanmu replied with a clear, calm and innocent voice, as if he didn't understand why he asked the question knowingly.
"Of course I know you're taking off your clothes!" Song Xuanhe Wenyan couldn't help turning his head and wanting to stare at him. When his eyes glanced at his strong and neat abdominal muscles, he paused and turned back quickly, his tone even more annoyed: "I am Why don't you take off your clothes and go to the bathroom!"
Xiao Yuanmu put the hospital gown that he had taken off on the bed, picked up the shirt next to him, didn't put it on, just walked to Song Xuanhe's side, and whispered: "Why do you need to go to the bathroom?"
The voice sounded above his head, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xiao Yuanmu's mermaid line covered by his trousers. Song Xuanhe quickly looked away, not thinking it was a big deal, but his heartbeat became much louder uncontrollably. Obviously, he has seen countless fruit bodies, and even though he saw Xiao Yuanmu fruit bodies before, he felt perfect and had no other feelings, but he didn't know why, but now he felt as if there was a fire burning on his back.
Just because of a kiss? Song Xuan and his thoughts drifted away, probably not, because he didn't have this symptom when kissing others before.
Probably... Guilt, knowing that he would have a car accident but not stopping it, this kind of conscience condemnation made him flustered, he would feel guilty when he saw Xiao Yuanmu, that's why he had this strange feeling.
Song Xuanhe suddenly realized, and after figuring it out, his tense body relaxed.
"You drove those nurses away by yourself, didn't you just don't want people to see it?" Song Xuanhe's tone was much more relaxed after no longer being entangled: "Since you don't want to be seen by people, you just have to go to the bathroom."
Xiao Yuan looked down at him condescendingly, taking in Song Xuan and all the expressions in his eyes, and the doubts in his heart became even more serious. There was a slight coldness in his eyes, but no emotion was revealed on his face. He leaned slightly and whispered in his ear Bian whispered: "Because you are different from others."
Breathing warmly at the tips of his ears, Song Xuanhe's relaxed body froze, and the sight that he had just dared to wander for a while focused on the vase in front of him. He unconsciously licked his lips and took a deep breath. Only then did his tone stabilize, he pushed Xiao Yuanmu away, pretending to be impatient and said: "Of course they are different, they are women and I am men, why do you talk so much when you change clothes."
Unprepared, Song Xuanhe pushed him half a step back, but Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, which had been calm just now, suddenly darkened. His eyes flicked between Song Xuanhe's slightly moist mouth and red ears. The turbulent waves gradually calmed down, hiding all the unpredictable emotions in his eyes, and put the shirt on his body.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu changing clothes quietly and not talking to him again, Song Xuanhe heaved a sigh of relief, and after he changed his clothes, Song Xuanhe stood up and said: "Let's go, it's getting late, let's go outside Eat something and go back."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly, his voice was cold: "Yes."
As soon as the two of them reached the door, there was a knock on the door, and someone asked, "Can you come in?"
The voice outside the door was somewhat familiar, and Song Xuanhe realized it in just two seconds, subconsciously raised his head to look at Xiao Yuanmu.
Xiao Yuanmu was also looking at him, his eyes were tilted forwards and backwards, and his not-so-wide eyelids were wrinkled at the end of his eyes. At this moment, he lowered his eyes slightly to look at him, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes looked like an ordinary face. The seductive eyes set on his face were clean and indifferent, like snow on a high mountain, repelling people thousands of miles away.
He asked, "Who's out there?"
"The person who bumped into you yesterday." Song Xuanhe withdrew his gaze, and opened the door a little hastily, "Why?"
Seeing Song Xuanhe looking at him with a cold face, Wei Chen couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why, aren't you welcome?"
Song Xuanhe just looked at him so coldly, the answer was self-evident.
Seeing this, Wei Chen couldn't help laughing and said: "I only saw the family members of the victims clamoring for compensation from the perpetrator, but I didn't expect there to be someone like you who didn't get a penny and wished the perpetrator would not come. "
"Now you have seen it." Song Xuanhe raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile on his face.
"I saw it." Wei Chen frowned, sighed, and shook his head helplessly and proudly: "But I am kind, honest, generous and have a strong sense of responsibility. The family members of the victims disappeared, so they hurried over to compensate.”
The corners of Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched, he had never seen anyone more shameless than Weichen.
Xiao Yuanmu saw the familiar face outside the door at a glance, and the corners of his mouth curled up without a trace, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He walked behind Song Xuanhe, looked at the man outside the door, and said softly: "You who is it?"
When Wei Chen met Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, the corners of his mouth that were raised gradually flattened, his expression changed from relaxed to vigilant, and his intuition told him that this man was very dangerous.
"This is Wei Chen." Song Xuanhe introduced: "The one who bumped into you."
Wei Chen didn't speak, and stared at Xiao Yuanmu for a moment. He grew up in a large courtyard, and it was common for seniors with high positions to eat at a table. The sense of oppression with the superior is the first time in history.
Even if the man in front of him has a cold face, calm eyes, and cold demeanor, ordinary people may only think that he is indifferent and harmless, but he grew up in the top circle, and the art of seeing people was cultivated when he was young. , he trusts his intuition.
Yesterday he went back and checked. Song Xuanhe is the second young master of the Song family. This is absolutely true, but the person in front of him is definitely not an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Orphans can have such a calm and indifferent temperament like him, then ordinary parents don't need to raise their children, and they can just throw them in the orphanage.
Xiao Yuanmu had a lot of dealings with Weichen in his last life. You can tell what he is thinking by looking at his expression. At this time, Weichen is only in his early twenties, and his expression management is far from as good as later. The fear almost overflowed his eyes, which made him suddenly feel amused.
Song Xuanhe and Weichen just woke up and saw two previous acquaintances, but these two people are different from what he saw at this time in the last life, so, this difference has produced What is the reason.
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Song Xuan and the hairpin above his head, and slightly hooked his lips to Wei Chen, and said, "May I ask you what's the matter?"
Wei Chen has been staring at Xiao Yuanmu closely, and he found that the moment Xiao Yuanmu opened his mouth, his temperament has changed. This change is very subtle, but he can easily detect it—Xiao Yuanmu's whole body The imposing manner stopped, and the temperament became the same as the surface, cold and indifferent, but it would definitely not give people a sense of oppression.
Seeing this, Wei Chen not only did not let down his vigilance, but became even more afraid of Xiao Yuanmu.
A person who can change his aura in an instant, a dangerous element who can easily pretend to be a harmless person, is more terrifying than an exposed strong aura, such a person is definitely not a thing in the pool.
It took only a few seconds to weigh the pros and cons and build a high defense. In Song Xuanhe's view, Wei Chen answered Xiao Yuanmu's question almost instantly. He put away the smile on his face and introduced himself very politely: "You Okay, I'm Weichen. It rained heavily yesterday. I saw almost no vehicles and pedestrians on the road, so I turned on the high beams. I didn't expect to bump into you. I'm very sorry for this. I'm here now to compensate you for your loss. Medical expenses and various expenses."
Song Xuanhe intuitively felt Wei Chen's face-changing skill in a second. No wonder he became one of Xiao Yuanmu's suitors in the last life. This face-changing skill and his face comparable to a city wall alone are enough to win the favor among all the suitors. Stand out.
Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "I heard that you have already paid the medical expenses in advance, and these are enough."
Wei Chen was not surprised when he heard the words. A person with Xiao Yuanmu's aura could never be the one who was short of money. Through this, he also confirmed his guess that Xiao Yuanmu could not be an orphan.
It's just that he doesn't know what his real identity is. It stands to reason that there should be very few families who can raise Xiao Yuanmu's temperament. He knows all the children of the top families in the Huaguo circle, but he has never seen him. Past Xiao Yuanmu's figure.
With inquiry and suspicion, Wei Chen said with a smile: "In this case, please agree to let me treat you to a meal, otherwise I will have a bad conscience."
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe couldn't help snorting, he didn't believe that Wei Chen could have any conscience.
Seeing the bright mockery on Song Xuanhe's face, Wei Chen was not annoyed, and his expression was still sincere: "What I said is true, it is better to hit the sun than to choose a date. If you two are okay, let's have dinner together at noon today."
Anyway, I have to eat, one more person is just one more pair of chopsticks, and there are people to treat, Song Xuanhe heard Wei Chen's gracious invitation, and decided to follow the strong attraction between the protagonists.
He said: "We just want to have dinner, so let's go together."
Wei Chen subconsciously looked at Xiao Yuanmu when he heard the words, and saw that he lowered his eyes, probably looking at Song Xuanhe, his expression was calm but unpredictable, he didn't look away until Song Xuanhe noticed that he looked up, and agreed quietly .
The group of three left the hospital together like this. On the way to the restaurant, Song Xuanhe still felt a little unbelievable. He never thought that one day, he would be able to eat peacefully with the men in Xiao Yuanmu's harem.
What Wei Chen took them to was a private restaurant. It was secluded but not quiet in a small courtyard in the old alley.
"The home-cooked food here is very authentic. I usually come here for a few parties with me. You guys try the taste later. If you think it's delicious, we can come back next time."
Song Xuan and Wen Yan curled up their mouths. They didn't expect Wei Chen, an old man, to be very scheming, chasing a man around the bush, but his mobility is quite strong, and now he started to make appointments for the second meal.
"Young Master Song, what do you think?"
Song Xuanhe just finished complaining when he heard Wei Chen's words. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and replied almost in a second: "If the taste is good, I will definitely come back in the future."
Wei Chen smiled, glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's calm face, and said to Song Xuan, "At any rate, we are friends who have dinner together. Mr. Wei, Mr. Song sounds so unfamiliar, why don't we call each other by name?" , you can just call me Wei Chen."
"It doesn't matter."
Knowing that Wei Chen's drunkard's intention is not to drink, Song Xuanhe has nothing to do.
On the contrary, Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes halfway, and said calmly: "It is only the first time we have met Mr. Wei, maybe we are not as familiar as Mr. Wei imagined."
When Xiao Yuanmu said this, Wei Chen was not surprised, but Song Xuanhe was.
Xiao Yuanmu cherished words like gold before, even if he overturned the food or almost forced him, he couldn't get him to say a few more words. This is the first time he met Wei Chen, and he directly spoke long sentences to him Well, the difference in treatment between the cannon fodder and the protagonist is too great.
Song Xuanhe just finished thinking this way, when he heard the system in his mind say: [I think there is something wrong with the boss.]
[Of course something is wrong.]Song Xuanhe waited for Wei Chen's answer with great interest, and said to the system wholeheartedly, [Wei Chen is one of his future men, can you be satisfied.]
[no.]The system voice was a little anxious, but he couldn't say anything clearly, just said: [I mean, there is something wrong with him.]
[What's wrong?]
Song Xuanhe followed the system's words and asked. Before the system could speak, Wei Chen said, "It's the first time I've met you, but He Xuanhe doesn't count. We met several times at the banquet before. I didn't say hello but I knew each other, even if I don't count those few times, yesterday and today are the second time we met, and the name is normal."
Song Xuanhe didn't expect that the rivalry between the two protagonists would drag him into it. Moreover, after Wei Chen finished speaking, he asked for his opinion and asked him, "What do you think, Xuanhe."
Now, both of their eyes fell on him.
Regarding the Wei Chen who brought him in, although Song Xuanhe cursed in his heart, he didn't want to really get involved between them, so he just laughed dryly and said, "I don't care."
"In that case, that's what I'll call you from now on."
After Wei Chen finished speaking, he glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's calm expression, chuckled lightly and stopped talking.
He is indeed afraid of Xiao Yuanmu's inexplicable sense of danger, but it doesn't mean that he will shrink back and forth. At least his family and the education he has received don't allow him to be afraid to escape. On the contrary, what he is best at is to overcome difficulties , the more challenging it is, the more he likes it.
After returning home, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu went back to their respective rooms.
After returning to the room, Song Xuanhe started to continue the unfinished design drawing. Halfway through the drawing, he suddenly remembered what the system had left to say during the meal, and couldn't help asking: [Gouzi, what did you just say about Xiao Yuanmu?]
The system replied quickly: [I'm not sure yet, I haven't detected it yet, I will tell you when it is detected.]
Song Xuanhe nodded indifferently, and then focused all his attention on his drawing book.
Time passed in a flash, and when Song Xuanhe looked up, there was no light outside the window, and the moon was hanging high.
He glanced at the time, only to realize that it was past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already past dinner time, so he didn't think anything was wrong at first, but when he thought about it, his stomach growled.
Song Xuanhe suddenly thought that Xiao Yuanmu's injury hadn't healed, so it would be impossible to make dinner, but he was very hungry now, and it would take so long to ask someone to deliver the meal, so he might as well cook it himself.
[Are you serious, brother?]
After Song Xuanhe walked into the kitchen, the voice of the system rang in his mind.
He looked at the recipes on his phone and asked, [Are you looking at me like a joke?]
The system stopped talking, and Song Xuanhe also looked at the recipe quietly, trying to find a dish that was simple and nutritious and also showed cooking skills.
Fifteen minutes passed, but Song Xuanhe couldn't find her either.
Resigned to his fate, he rummaged through the cabinet, took out the instant noodles that he had casually put in the shopping cart when he went to the supermarket with Xiao Yuanmu last time, got up and lit the fire to boil water, and was just about to tear apart the instant noodles when he suddenly thought of something and asked: "Can the patient eat instant noodles?"
The system checked and answered: [It is best not to eat.]
Song Xuanhe glanced at the package of instant noodles, still thinking about empty plans in his stomach, so he could only take out his mobile phone and make a call to order food, and then continued to cook the noodles.
He doesn't have a big appetite, but one pack of instant noodles is definitely not enough to eat, so he ordered two packs together. When the instant noodles came out of the pot, he almost couldn't wait to go to the restaurant with the instant noodles.
However, as soon as he turned around, Song Xuanhe saw Xiao Yuanmu standing in the dining room looking at the kitchen, and his eyes fell on the instant noodles in his hand.
Although he knew it was not good for patients to eat instant noodles, but after thinking about it, Song Xuanhe asked politely, "Do you eat it?"
"eat."
The two sat on both sides of the table, the pot for cooking instant noodles was placed in the center of the table, and a bowl was placed in front of one of them, and they picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them into the bowl to eat.
Two packs of instant noodles are given to two men, even if they both eat Xiangsiwen, it is just a matter of a few chopsticks, so within a few minutes, the instant noodles have been eaten up.
As soon as Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks, he noticed the gaze from the opposite side. He slightly raised his eyes to meet Song Xuan's and Cheng Che's eyes. He didn't dodge or evade, and pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, as if he wanted to say something. .
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him indifferently, waiting for him to speak.
However, after waiting for half a minute, Song Xuanhe didn't seem to want to speak, but saw that his eyes were not as bright as before, and he seemed a little disappointed.
He was a little puzzled, but he was not interested in delving into it. Although he wanted to know why Song Xuanhe was completely different from his previous memory, he was unwilling to pay more attention to his emotions. The reason for the difference in memory.
Therefore, Xiao Yuanmu looked away without a trace of hesitation. Just as he was about to stand up, a picture appeared in his mind——Song Xuanhe's face lifted from the tomato egg noodles in front of him, his eyes were shining brightly, with a smile on his face. Smiling, said to him: "It's delicious."
This is the Song Xuanhe that is completely inconsistent with his memory, but it is the real Song Xuanhe in his memory that has been integrated into this life. Xiao Yuanmu doesn't know which one is the real face of Song Xuanhe, but it is undeniable. Before he was reborn, Xiao Yuanmu, who was twenty-two years old and hadn't experienced everything, was really moved by Song Xuanhe.
"good to eat."
The voice came out of his throat, Xiao Yuanmu himself was a little surprised, but after seeing Song Xuanhe's eyes that suddenly lit up, the anger that seemed uncontrollable just now calmed down.
Song Xuanhe bent his eyes, and could feel his complacency even with the corners of his mouth pressed down. He pretended to be indifferent and said, "Actually, it's just average. After all, this is my first time cooking."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the corners of his mouth that was still raised while he was suppressing it, and what he said when he came down just now sounded in his mind-can sick patients eat instant noodles
I don't know if it's because of memory fusion, and the corners of his mouth can't help but rise a little.
Song Xuanhe had just sent the bowls into the kitchen when he heard the doorbell, opened the door to take the takeaway, and said to Xiao Yuan in the living room, "I ordered takeaway, do you want some more?"
Seeing the name printed on the paper bag in his hand, Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes to Song Xuanhe's indifferent expression as if he was just calling him by the way, got up and followed him to the restaurant.
Sure enough, there are all light dishes in it, and there is a cup of bone soup, so you can tell who it is for.
Facing Xiao Yuanmu's seemingly ulterior gaze, Song Xuanhe got up after taking a few mouthfuls casually, and said, "You throw it in the kitchen after you finish eating, I'll go up first."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiao Yuanmu's answer, he left the restaurant and went upstairs.
Xiao Yuanmu continued to eat dinner slowly. After eating, he brought the takeaway into the kitchen. He opened the trash can and took a look. He found something sticky and black inside. Looking carefully, it seemed to be rice with too much water added.
He glanced around and saw the eggshells on the stove and the half-cut meat on the sticky board. Looking at the appearance of the meat, it didn't look like it had just been cut. On the pot, there are white rice and yellow eggs sticking to the pot, which is similar to the brown objects in the trash can.
If he didn't guess wrong, this should be porridge
Song Xuanhe received a call just after taking a shower. A college classmate invited him to the opening reception of the studio. This classmate was not very familiar in the memory of the original owner, but this reception was a node in the plot.
Therefore, when the invitation was offered over there, he directly agreed without much hesitation.
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe brushed his hair casually and was about to go to bed. Before he could get to the bed, he heard a knock on the door.
Song Xuanhe stood still, and looked at the door with a dazed expression. There were only two people in this house, and it was anyone's guess who was knocking on the door now.
However, Xiao Yuanmu had never knocked on his door before. In terms of private space, they can be said to have a very tacit understanding.
At this moment, what was Xiao Yuanmu planning to do when he knocked on the door suddenly
It is estimated that there has been no sound from Song Xuan and this side, Xiao Yuanmu stopped knocking on the door, and a clear voice sounded from outside the door, even through the door, it was also magnetically low like a string: "Can you help me?" Do I apply medicine?"
Song Xuanhe's expression changed slightly, he frowned and looked at the log door for a while, and finally walked over.
The door opened, Xiao Yuanmu handed the bandage to Song Xuanhe, and said, "It's not convenient for me to take the medicine with my left hand, so I'll trouble you."
Song Xuanhe took the bandage, turned around and walked towards the room, stopped by the sofa and said, "Sit down and wait for me for a while."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, seeing Song Xuanhe leaving the room, he slowly got up, looked around the room's furnishings, his eyes fell on the desk in the study room, there seemed to be something on it.
He walked straight over, and stopped a few steps away from the desk, seeing the sketchbook spread out on the desk, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
On the sketchbook that was opened, there was a sketch of a man's side face. Although the strokes were simple, the form and spirit were captured very precisely. Anyone who had seen him would be able to recognize him as the man drawn on the paper at a glance.
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: Is it the loss of morality or the loss of humanity? A young man broke into a same-sex room in the middle of the night and did such a thing...
Xiao Yuanmu: As long as you like, you can do whatever you want.