[Comprehensive] This guardian is a bit sad

"Then let's get along well, both of you~"

Momoi covered her mouth and smiled lightly, pushing the two of them into the courtyard of Aomine's house without any explanation.

"Wait May, won't you be together?" Seeing that Momoi didn't come in, Yameng asked hurriedly.

"Hey, I won't bother you. My mother should have already prepared dinner for me to go back." Momoi Chaoya smiled apologetically, and then waved to the two of them, "Then I'll go first, Ada today Treat Yameng-kun well! And remember to come to school early tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, Momoi left the courtyard of Aomine's house directly, regardless of Yameng who was hesitant to speak behind her, and walked towards a private house next door—her house and Aomine's house were neighbors in the first place.

Yameng watched Momoi drag him here and then abandon him. This inexplicable development made him feel weird.

Turning her head to look at Qingfeng with an inexplicable face beside her, Yameng said: "Uh...Although I don't know why Wuyue brought me to your house...If it's inconvenient for you, then I'll go back first?"

"Ah? Why go back after you're here." Qingfeng frowned, and immediately rejected Yameng, "Don't be nervous, anyway, mom and the others will come back very late, you can be alone with me during this time."

There are so many slots...why do you say that I came here to have an affair with you...

Sighing, although he didn't really want to bother the black man, but seeing that the other party had already found out the key to open the door, Ya Meng had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow in.

After Qingfeng walked into the entrance, he found a pair of clean slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him and threw them to Yameng behind him, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Huh? Whatever you want, I can do it." After putting on her slippers, Yameng took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Rina Sencui, saying that she will be back at a friend's house later, so she doesn't have to wait for him for dinner.

Speaking of it, it seemed like the last time I had dinner at Jidou's house, but all sorts of messy things happened.

Throwing the schoolbag aside casually, Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Yameng who was texting behind him with his hair hanging down. It was obviously May that he was called to review together today, but now he just brought him home?

Rubbing her hair a little irritably, Qingfeng always felt that there was something wrong with that woman in Wuyue, the inexplicable hospitality that just forced Rinasen to come here, and the weird smile she gave herself before leaving... Qingfeng secretly thought that this guy would not be there He must be secretly plotting some plan that he doesn't know about.

"Hey, Qingfeng, Qingfeng?" Yameng just wanted to ask if he could borrow the bathroom, but he saw this guy leaning there with a thoughtful look, and he didn't respond to calling him a few times, so he had to step forward and bump him with his elbow waist.

"Tsk, it hurts!" Qingfeng didn't recover until he was hit on the waist, and turned his head to glare at Yameng, "What are you doing?!"

"I didn't respond to calling you a few times." Yameng rolled his eyes, thinking that he was a childhood sweetheart, and even his dazed posture was exactly the same as May. "Can I borrow your bathroom? I want to wash my face."

"Oh, yes." Qingfeng pointed to the location of the bathroom, "There, there is a blue towel that belongs to me, cough, you can use it."

Yameng nodded, didn't care about the strangeness in Qingfeng's tone, and walked past him directly into the bathroom.

Staring at Yameng's figure until the bathroom door was closed, Qingfeng slowly looked away, and wiped his face a little dejectedly.

"What's the matter..."

When Yameng came out, Qingfeng was flipping through the ingredients in the refrigerator, and he asked, "Do you need help?"

"No, you can sit in the living room for a while. If you are bored, you can read a magazine or turn on the TV."

Qingfeng was suddenly so polite and Yameng felt a little uncomfortable. Every time they got along with this person, they either hurt each other or hated each other. I didn't expect that now I would be sitting on the sofa at Qingfeng's house and waiting for him to make dinner. Thinking about it this way It seems even more embarrassing.

Standing up, Yameng walked into the kitchen, just in time to see Qingfeng slapping a cabbage fiercely with a kitchen knife. The fierceness on the basketball court won't blow up the kitchen.

"Huh? Why are you here? Oh yes, how about having curry rice for dinner? By the way, make two more burgers, and there is a piece of beef in the refrigerator, hehe, fortunately, my mother didn't cook the beef yesterday." Qingfeng He was picking up the torn cabbage on the chopping board, "By the way, can you eat spicy food? The curry I make at home is quite spicy."

Yameng raised his eyebrows, originally he wanted to ask Qingfeng if he wanted to help, but he didn't expect this guy to ask about his own taste.

"I can eat anything, it doesn't matter if it's spicy, but—"

After thinking about it, Yameng pointed to the cabbage on the chopping board and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to help?"

Seeing Yameng pointing at the cabbage he had just cut on the chopping board, Qingfeng immediately understood what he was worried about, "Ann, my family cuts vegetables like this, my mother is more exaggerated than me, she always cut vegetables directly Throw it into the pot and cook."

...Is the food you make at home really edible? ? ?

Thinking like this, Yameng didn't intend to ask Qingfeng's opinion, so he opened the refrigerator and found the sealed beef inside, then tore off the packaging bag on it and put it on the plate.

Seeing Yameng's actions, Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, but when he was about to stop him, he said first:

"It will be faster with two people." Yameng put the beef on a plate filled with cold water, turned to look at the kitchen knife in Qingfeng's hand, "Put the beef here to thaw first, and a kitchen knife or a skinner Something? I'll deal with the potatoes and carrots."

Yameng's tone was too natural, and her amber eyes were staring straight at Qingfeng without blinking, waiting for him to find the peeler and kitchen knife.

Qingfeng stopped what he was doing, and Qingfeng, who was staring at him like this, suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly turned his head and tried to cover up the red marks on the base of his ears, found out the peeler and threw it directly to Yameng, "the potatoes and carrots are there On the plate next to it, cough... sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble~" Yameng took the peeler, picked up the potatoes on the plate, cleaned them, and started peeling them.

Seeing that Yameng's attention was on peeling the potatoes, Qingfeng heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart that he was worthless. He just lost his position after being stared at for a while. If in the future——

Huh?after what?

Aomine's chopping of vegetables slowed down, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Until now, he still feels a little hesitant and uncomfortable when getting along with Nina Senya Meng. He undoubtedly has a good impression of Nina Sen, although the source It was because of that photo book that he didn't want to admit it, but now when he faces Nathan, the words he heard when he watched the tennis match that day will always appear in his head, and at the same time, he also knows something that is important to him. It's bad news——

This person has loved someone before.

Somewhat irritatedly, he flicked the vegetable crumbs on his fingers. Qingfeng never felt that he was an indecisive guy. He would try his best to get or even grab what he liked. The idea of ​​basketball is placed on him. The reason is probably because he is afraid that the answer he gets after being noticed by the other party is not what he wants to hear.

Messy thoughts filled the brain that was not good at thinking. It was rare for Qingfeng to think seriously about things other than basketball this time. He couldn't help but glance at Yameng who was cooking other ingredients, but he was bowing his head. Rubbing his eyes, he could vaguely see the water on his fingertips.

His heart tightened suddenly, Qingfeng immediately put down the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed to Yameng, clutching his arm nervously and said in a panic: "What, what's wrong?"

Taking advantage of his height, Qingfeng saw at a glance that Yameng's eyes were red, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down. A few drops even fell on the back of his hand. The hot feeling made him tremble, and he couldn't help but squeeze The strength of holding Yameng's arm subconsciously eased a lot.

"Where did you get hurt? Did your hand get cut?" Qingfeng carefully patted Yameng's slightly arched back, and took his right hand hanging by his side to see where there was a wound.

"I'm fine." Yameng said hoarsely, his voice became a little blurred due to tears, "I was peeling an onion just now, and my eyes were so hot."

"..."

Qingfeng put down his unharmed right hand, stiffened his body and took a few steps back, only then did he see the half-peeled onion on the chopping board.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tense forehead due to excessive tension, Qingfeng let out a sigh of relief, turned his head a little unable to bear to look directly at him, and once again cursed himself in his heart as "not promising", but when he saw this guy crying, he controlled his body I couldn't stop moving closer, for fear that he might get hurt without knowing it.

"While peeling onions, soak your eyes in white vinegar so that your eyes won't be hot. This is common sense." Qingfeng said in a stiff tone.

"Who would know such a thing... I haven't peeled onions much." Yameng muttered, the soreness in his eyes made him feel very uncomfortable, "Oh no, I can't stop my tears."

"Of course you can't stop rubbing with your hands." Qingfeng complained, but his body was very honest and he leaned over again, and took down the hand that Yameng had been rubbing his eyes.

Gently stroking the skin around Shang Yameng's eye sockets, wiping away the oozing tears, Qingfeng was slowly massaging his red eye circles.

The eye circles were rubbed by Qingfeng's big rough hands, Yameng only felt that the skin that was pressed by the other party was a little itchy, his eyes couldn't help but narrowed a crack, Yameng vaguely saw that Qingfeng was frowning and caressing his cheeks The eye circles, the movements were unexpectedly gentle, the soreness in the eyes was relieved a lot, and slowly closed the eyes, Yameng enjoyed Qingfeng's rare service, and the other party's moderate strength made him hum comfortably.

Qingfeng's body froze undetectably, and the other party closed his eyes and let out a whimper like a small animal, which made a soft place in his heart tickle slightly as if it had been scratched lightly.

Swallowing his saliva, Qingfeng watched his dark fingers move back and forth on the other's fair face. The strong contrast made him feel hot, and he couldn't help but continue to move closer to Yameng's slightly upturned face. All the breathing was on his face, staring at Yameng's closed eyes, Qingfeng thought of the pair of amber eyes that were looking at him when this guy was looking at him before, shining brightly Only his own shadow is reflected in his pupils, making people want to kiss him.

In fact, he did so, as if bewitched, Qingfeng lowered his head, and slowly approached the tightly closed eye.

Feeling the scorching breath blowing on his face getting closer, Yameng shook his head uncomfortably, and opened his eyes quickly, just in time to meet Qingfeng's long and narrow dark blue eyes that seemed to be covered with dust with.

A little surprised at the closer distance between the two, Yameng took a step back subconsciously. Qingfeng's oppressive gaze made him uncomfortable. Fortunately, the tears have stopped flowing now, and the sour feeling is gone. A lot, after thinking about it, Yameng nodded to Qingfeng and thanked:

"Thank you, my eyes feel much better."

Seeing the distance between Yameng and himself, Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, and finally said nothing, looked away in a little embarrassment, straightened his back and carried the onion he hadn't finished peeling to the other side.

"Huh? I'm almost done peeling the onion—"

Ya Meng wanted to stop it, but saw that the other party quickly peeled the onion and put it aside.

"Okay, if your eyes are so hot, don't make any more trouble, let's cut up the potatoes first." Qingfeng said without raising his head.

Yameng curled her lips, a little dissatisfied with Qingfeng's "adding chaos", obviously he was serious about helping.Just about to open his mouth to refute, but thinking of the delicate atmosphere between the two just now, he shut his mouth again.

What are you doing, this guy... is he making a fuss...

The atmosphere in the kitchen froze, and the two of them didn't speak any more after that, but were silently busy with their respective tasks, and there was no other sound except the sound of pots and bowls colliding.

When the sky is getting dark, the curry in the pot is almost ready.Qingfeng turned down the heat, and when he was about to turn around to pick up the dishes, Yameng beside him had already handed over the cleaned dishes.

"...Thanks." Taking the plate and putting it aside, Qingfeng scooped up half a spoonful of curry and put it into his mouth to taste it. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Yameng staring at the spoon in his hand, with salivation in his eyes There is no hiding it.

After scooping up another half spoonful of curry, Qingfeng handed the spoon to Yameng's mouth, Yameng was not polite, "ahhh" swallowed the curry.

"Hey, the freshly cooked curry is very hot." Aomine reminded with a frown.

Yameng nodded with puffed cheeks. Although it was very hot, it still did not affect the delicious taste of curry.

"It's delicious, but it's a bit spicy." Yameng said in satisfaction, licking the curry at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Qingfeng chuckled, and the gloom just now disappeared from his brows and eyes.

"It's been said that the curry made by my family is very spicy."

The steak in the frying pan over there has also been fried. After turning off the fire, Ya Meng carefully scooped up the steak with a spatula and placed it flat on the round bread on the plate. Then Qingfeng put two slices of lettuce on it. He unscrewed the bottle of salad dressing and squeezed some on it.

The two arranged the hamburger in an orderly manner. Yameng had long been swallowed by the aroma of the curry in the pot. After cleaning up all the debris left on the chopping board, Qingfeng stirred the curry in the pot with a spoon, and it was almost completely cooked. After it was cooked, turn off the fire, and Yameng, who was next to him, was holding a plate and waiting impatiently for it to be served.

The curry was poured into the plate, and the delicious smell rose slowly with the heat. Qingfeng handed the packed curry to Yameng. After taking it, Yameng always felt that there was something strange about the rich curry on the plate.

Aomine frowned and looked at the curry in the pot, feeling that something was wrong.

After a while, the two of them came to a sudden realization, and shouted at the same time: "Rice!!"

The curry is ready, but they forgot the most important rice.

"You guys forgot to cook rice!" Yameng poked Qingfeng's waist vigorously and grunted, "Are we just going to eat curry like this?"

"Get out, obviously you forgot too!" Qingfeng shot back not to be outdone.

"This is your home! And you said you wanted to cook curry for me!"

"Hmph, I don't know who insists on coming in to help, an idiot who can cry even if he peels an onion."

"!!! Aomine Daiki, I'm going to be angry!"

The two shirked responsibility from each other, and when they heard that Qingfeng said that he was an idiot, Yameng rushed forward and pinched his cheek vigorously, while Qingfeng pinched him back not to be outdone, completely ignoring the forgotten rice and curry on the plate .

Taking advantage of his height advantage, Qingfeng easily suppressed Yameng, pressed his palms on Yameng who was still about to pounce on him, and seeing his frantic look, Qingfeng laughed wildly.

The two pinching each other completely forgot the embarrassment just now, and the subtle atmosphere surrounding them has all dissipated.

The author has something to say:

In the past 17 years, classmate Dahei has not had a special affection for anyone. You can tell by looking at his young tame. This person probably has nothing to interest him except basketball and Xiao Mai ( ￣.￣) So Dahei, who is a slow and same-sex guy like Yameng, naturally can’t treat Yameng like he does with basketball hhhhh

Just imagine what it would be like if your lover was Dahei - when you get along, you talk harshly and have an impatient attitude, but you care about your thoughts, and you say "I'm in trouble" but you are very straight and want to get close to you , when I see you hurt, I will hug you nervously and ask you where it hurts——

kya! ! !Although it’s just my yy, this black skin is really cute (cover face

Come back soon, your little boyfriend is being pried into a corner! !

Oh, I suddenly remembered that this person is still lying on Yameng's blacklist (indifferent