Xu Chu could count the details and corners for him with his eyes closed.
After checking the last module, Xu Chu stretched his waist: "Okay, I'm sleepy."
Huo Changzhi looked at the clock, it was only nine o'clock, but he was useless, he had to listen to Xu Chu for everything.
"You wear Huo Jiu'an's clothes." Xu Chu touched the wall, walked into the bedroom, and opened the first wardrobe.
Huo Changzhi asked the question he had just checked the room: "There is only one bedroom?"
Xu Chu turned his head to him, and whispered ambiguously, "Didn't Huo Jiuan tell you that I slept with him?"
Even Huo Changzhi was stunned by Xu Chu's tone.
"Then I'll sleep in the living room." Huo Changzhi thought about it.
"It's not a lonely man or a widow." Xu Chu casually grabbed a nightgown, kneaded it in his hand to identify it, and passed it to him regardless of where Huo Changzhi was, "You wash it first."
Huo Changzhi looked down at Xu Chu, Xu Chu put his hands in the air and waited for him, he stopped insisting, took his clothes and went to wash first.
There are brand new towels and toiletries prepared by Huo Jiuan in the drawer of the bathroom. Huo Changzhi quickly finished washing and put on Huo Jiuan's nightgown. First go to wash.
As soon as Xu Chu closed the door, Huo Changzhi observed the bedroom.
The lighting in the bedroom is for Huo Jiuan, who can see. Anyone here can feel that the designer is trying to create a newly-married atmosphere, but he thinks that the reflection in the room is as empty as glass in Xu Chukong The scene in the eyeballs of his eyes was in vainly strange.
The background wall opposite the big bed was dark red, and the place where the TV should have been placed was empty.
Above the bed was a large picture frame with a mahogany edge and a white canvas inside.
Huo Changzhi frowned, Huo Jiuan said "I'm sorry", he should give him this brother first.
10:00pm
While thinking about it, Xu Chu came out. His nightgown was also dark red, making his complexion look transparent. His hair was hanging wet around his neck, and water droplets dripped from the end of his hair and fell into the deep socket of his collarbone. , and because of his unsure movement, it fell from his collarbone and slid across a small piece of skin visible on his chest, dyeing the dark red nightgown even deeper.
Xu Chu's hands left the wall he was supporting, and were still more than two meters away from the bed. He opened his hands and touched Huo Changzhi who was standing aside and staring at him, and his hands shrank from the heat.
"What are you doing standing there?" Xu Chu asked him, turning his face sideways.
Huo Changzhi looked at his dripping hair with disapproval, resisted the urge to dry it for him, and asked inappropriately, "Have you seen what this room looks like?"
Xu Chu shook his head, changed direction, walked to the bed and sat down.
Water dripped onto the pillow again.
Huo Changzhi still couldn't hold back, went to the bathroom, took a towel around Xu Chu, and asked him to wipe it himself.
"Brother Huo, why are you exactly like Huo Jiuan," Xu Chu said to Huo Changzhi with a smile in his tone.
Huo Changzhi turned Xu Chu's pillow over without comment, and sat on the other side by himself.
Xu Chu dried his hair, threw the towel on the ground, and buried himself in the bed, wrapped in a quilt.
Seeing that he was really going to sleep, Huo Changzhi turned off the light and lay down too.
There was a distance of two people between them.
Usually at this time, Huo Changzhi was still reading documents, or having a regular meeting with his subordinates, looking at the dark roof, he didn't feel sleepy.
Xu Chu didn't feel sleepy either, so he turned sideways and chatted with him, "After reading the design drawing, I understand a little bit why the program finds you in the room instead of Huo Jiuan."
Xu Chu has a habit, probably because he hasn't adapted to being a blind person, even if he can't see, he still likes to watch others talk. And in such a dark night, he can try his best to pretend that the darkness in front of him is only because the room is too closed and there is no light source.
Huo Changzhi made a questioning sound, and Xu Chu continued: "The square at the door you mentioned is a pressure sensor, and there is a detection device on the top of the entrance. Once you stand in the door, the program will know that you are not Huo. It's been a long time. Although I don't know what happened to Huo Jiuan, he is cheating on you, Brother Huo. "
Of course Huo Changzhi knew that Huo Jiuan had plotted against him. Now that he thought about it, Huo Jiuan didn't give him any information. The only thing he could be called conscientious was to ask him to bring the design drawings before coming back.
Suddenly, Huo Changzhi felt the people around him move, and a hand was pressed on his shoulder. Xu Chu's cold voice revealed some sympathetic comfort: "Huo Jiuan is like this."
"I don't know him well." Huo Changzhi confessed.
"Then will he come?" Xu Chu tentatively asked Huo Changzhi.
Huo Changzhi said after a while, "No."
Xu Chu stopped talking, and the two of them breathed peacefully, each thinking about something, not knowing who fell asleep first.
11:00pm
A night without dreams.
Day 2.
07:00 am
Huo Changzhi thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, but he did not expect to sleep unexpectedly soundly on his own brother's bed with a blind man who had never masked his face, until the regular knife not far away touched the edge of the cutting board. The sound woke him up.
The other end of the bed was vacant, and the blind man was apparently doing his best in the kitchen right now.
Huo Changzhi rubbed his temples and walked over to look. Xu Chu was moving his head while cutting cucumbers, which made him terrified.
Except for the kitchen, there are thick carpets everywhere in the room. Xu Chu didn't know that Huo Changzhi was here, and hummed happily without any worry.
Huo Changzhi coughed, and Xu Chu stopped.
"I'm making a sandwich," he told Huo Changzhi, "I found toast in the refrigerator. There should be a toaster in the kitchen. Look for it."
Hearing Huo Changzhi's silence, Xu Chu said again: "Have you ever seen a toaster? Brother Huo is really unreal, he just puts the toast in and heats it—"
"I've seen it before," Huo Changzhi said helplessly, "Don't cut it, let me do it."
He walked over and wanted to take the knife from Xu Chu's hand, but Xu Chu refused to let go: "I don't want to eat the kind of noodles from yesterday, you didn't even eat it yourself."
"I can make sandwiches." Huo Changzhi defended himself.
Xu Chu insisted on himself, and after touching with his left hand for a while, he picked up two tomatoes on the cutting board and asked Huo Changzhi, "Show me which one is riper?"
Huo Changzhi looked at the two balls that were indistinguishable to him, and pointed to one hesitantly: "This?"
Xu Chu said, "You take this away."
Huo Changzhi took it away, and Xu Chu picked up the one left by Huo Changzhi.
Under Huo Changzhi's chaos, Xu Chu made a few sandwiches and asked Huo Changzhi to serve them out.
"Is it delicious?" Xu Chu washed his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and asked Huo Changzhi publicly, but he boasted, "When I was in college, the whole apartment knelt down and begged me to cook for them, although they can't see it now. It should be more edible than the noodles you make."
Huo Changzhi knew Xu Chu for just a few hours, and he was forced to get used to his way of speaking. He automatically blocked Xu Chu's mocking of the noodles he cooked last night, took a sip of water, and said, "I'll just look at the drawings in the morning. ?”
Xu Chu ate half of it by himself before nodding: "Look at the study first."
"I'll tell you which one is from the study room, don't be afraid." He took a bite of the sandwich, swallowed it, and added another sentence.
Huo Changzhi was so angry that Xu Chu wanted to laugh: "It's written on the drawing."
A strand of Xu Chu's hair fell off and got on the sauce of the sandwich. He didn't know it and continued to eat, but Huo Changzhi couldn't stand it anymore. He told Xu Chu not to move. He wiped it off, pinned it behind his ear, and told him, "You really should cut your hair."
"After Huo Jiuan locked me here, I haven't had my hair cut again." Xu Chu finished eating a sandwich, wiped his hands, and compared the length of his hair with his hands.
Huo Changzhi asked him, "How long have you been here?"
"I don't remember the date, three to five months? Half a year?" Xu Chu thought, and said, "Anyway, it's been a long time."
Huo Changzhi looked at Xu Chu's pale complexion and bluish veins, it really looked like someone who had been trapped indoors without seeing the light for a long time, and felt that Xu Chu was a bit pitiful.
"When I was just blind, Huo Jiuan came to see me and took me to the hospital for reexamination," Xu Chu recalled, "I lived in my own house at that time. One day I said that I wanted to learn massage for the blind—"
When Huo Changzhi heard these four words, he choked on water and coughed. Xu Chu frowned displeasedly in Huo Jiuan's direction: "Is it funny? I'm blind, what can I do?"
"And then?" Huo Changzhi didn't think it was funny, but he couldn't imagine the scene where Xu Chu used such cold and soft hands to massage someone for a blind person.
"Then he brought me here..." Xu Chu had a disgusted expression on his face, and he pushed the plate away, "Clean up."
09:00 am
Huo Changzhi washed the dishes slowly, and he didn't enter the study until nine o'clock.
Xu Chu asked him to compare the drawings in the study so that he could speak more clearly, so he asked Xu Chu to sit opposite Huo Jiuan's workbench, while he himself sat on Huo Jiuan's workbench.
Huo Jiuan's work desk is a large white wooden board supported by four cylindrical table legs, the seat is placed on the left side of the table, two all-in-one computers are placed, and a large digital drawing board is placed beside the keyboard .
The other side should be used for hand-painting, but it is now empty, without anything.
The wall of the study room next to the hand-painting table is covered with bookcases from top to bottom, which are filled with books, and on the other side is a projection screen, and the projector is installed near the ceiling light.
The workbench is set against a solid, plain white wall.
A depressing workspace. Huo Changzhi's inner evaluation