just met in the boy

The final of the basketball game is before the final exam, and the New Year's art performance of the art festival is after the final exam, and the final exam is just around the corner. These two mountains stand on the left and right, making it even more difficult for Bian Xiaojun, a child who is already struggling in his studies. Especially Ou Xuyang always complained that he couldn't recite his lines smoothly.

"I really worked hard! But my mind is in a mess. You see, I even did all my homework wrong because of your script!" Bian Xiaojun looked at Ou Xuyang bitterly and bitterly.

After hearing this, Ou Xuyang took Bian Xiaojun's homework and took a look, sure enough!He sighed heavily in his heart, "Come on, come to my house to make up lessons. By the way, help you recite your lines."

Bian Xiaojun's eyes lit up, "Okay! Can we come every night?"

"Okay, come on." Ou Xuyang felt helpless.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, one after the other hurriedly took the car and drove home.After entering Ou Xuyang's house, Bian Xiaojun felt a little different. When he came here, the house was very quiet, as if there was no one there.

"My parents have gone abroad, so I have to take out dinner today." Ou Xuyang threw away his schoolbag and said.

"It's not good if the vegetable oil and salt outside are too heavy. Actually, I can fry some dishes." Bian Xiaojun said.

Ou Xuyang glanced at him in surprise, and asked, "What would you fry?"

"Well... that's home-cooked. Anything that's not too difficult." Bian Xiaojun thought about the recipes he made in the past to feed himself.

"Is your cooking unpalatable?" Ou Xuyang said straightforwardly.

"It's okay, I always cook by myself." Bian Xiaojun replied, and he walked to the kitchen to open the refrigerator automatically after speaking.

Ou Xuyang also followed him, seeing Bian Xiaojun taking out his refrigerator one by one as if he was his own, and felt that this scene was very rare, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "What are you going to do?"

"Hmm...do you have any sex?" Bian Xiaojun asked.

"That's okay, one or two meals is fine." Ou Xuyang decided to be more easy-going today, thinking that Bian Xiaojun was as old as him and would not make things difficult for him about cooking.

It was getting late at this time, Bian Xiaojun washed his hands and face and was about to cook, Ou Xuyang didn't know what to do but just felt that it was unethical to let the guests busy in the kitchen, so he rushed forward to help, but Bian Xiaojun was very quick He didn't give a chance at all—he peeled left and right, and started working on two frying pans, one large and one small, at the same time, and three dishes were served on the table in half an hour.

Ou Xuyang hadn't eaten the dishes made in his own pot for a few days in a row, at this moment he was very moved by the sight of the dining table, he hastily moved his chopsticks for each dish.

"Ah!" He slapped the table, pointed at Bian Xiaojun and shouted, "I didn't see you! You're really good!"

Bian Xiaojun blushed a little at what he said, and was immediately very embarrassed, "I thought you didn't like food."

"No, it's very delicious." Ou Xuyang quickly took several mouthfuls of rice, "Why do you cook at your house, and your mother doesn't?"

It's a pity that there was no response to the question asked for a long time, and when Ou Xuyang noticed it, he saw that the expression of Bian Xiaojun at the opposite table was much darker, his eyes were buried under the faint light.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Ou Xuyang put down his chopsticks.

"It's nothing." Bian Xiaojun smiled, "My parents are divorced, I will follow my father, but my father doesn't come home very often. So I often cook by myself."

Ou Xuyang suddenly felt that the excitement he had just raised for a table of meals faded away, yes, at such an age, if he didn't live alone, how could he cook this table of delicious food? ?Thinking about it this way makes me a little sad.

"You eat." Bian Xiaojun saw that Ou Xuyang was just staring at him with a sad face, and couldn't help but want to comfort him: "Actually, it's good to live alone, no one cares, and you can play games if you like."

"Fool." Ou Xuyang lowered his head and said softly.

"what?"

"Fool." Ou Xuyang raised his head to look at him again, picked up his rice bowl again, and picked up some food with his chopsticks, "If you don't want to cook in the future, you can come to my house to eat, if you don't want to be alone at home, you can come here to find me."

It was cold, and the room didn't have time to turn on the air conditioner to keep warm, but a warm current gradually brewed on the dining table, and slowly dripped into the blood vessels from Bian Xiaojun's fingertips.He looked at the cat and the dog lying at his feet, the warm yellow light, the clean and beautiful placemat, the silver chopsticks in his hand, and the white and shiny dinner plate. Something is missing, but at this time there is a big feast on the opposite side of the table-this picture is very satisfying, isn't it.

Ou Xuyang gave Bian Xiaojun a very serious lecture tonight, he didn't even say a single joking word, and even gave a few words of encouragement.

"Why are you returning so late?" It was midnight, and Ou Xuyang's eyelids were almost glued together, "My bed is big enough, you can squeeze it all night."

"No clothes to wash." Bian Xiaojun shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry about it." Ou Xuyang dug out the underwear from the closet, "Take it and change it, the underwear is new, my mother has washed it before."

Bian Xiaojun didn't have the habit of staying in other people's homes, so he was very hesitant.

"Don't bother you," Ou Xuyang had already started to take off his clothes and change his pants, "The second bathroom is on the left side of the study, there are clean towels in it, go take a shower!"

When Bian Xiaojun came back, Ou Xuyang was already wrapped in soft towel pajamas, huddled in the thick duvet, lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, saw Bian Xiaojun and said weakly: "I specially changed it for you. Pillowcase, you can turn off the light over there and go to sleep."

Bian Xiaojun still felt a little strange, but his fatigue should not be underestimated. Being overwhelmed by sleepiness and at a loss what to do, he obediently got into Ou Xuyang's bed and lay down beside Ou Xuyang.

"Hey, does Youcheng usually sleep with you under the quilt?" In the misty, Bian Xiaojun still asked unwillingly, he felt that Cheng Youcheng's salary must be higher, "If Youcheng comes, you will definitely be willing to find him. "

"Beibei doesn't mind this, who is like you." Ou Xuyang turned over and faced Bian Xiaojun, "We are doing well, we have slept since childhood."

"Hmm... I haven't squeezed a bed with anyone else." Bian Xiaojun snorted this sentence from his nose.

"If this is called crowding, then you'd better play on the floor." Ou Xuyang was quite disdainful, but after he finished speaking, he opened his eyes and looked at Bian Xiaojun carefully, and Bian Xiaojun turned his head when he noticed his gaze.

For a while, both of them were silent, only staring at each other, and suddenly Ou Xuyang asked, "What's your opening line in the second act of the script?"

"Brother, can't you? Now?!" Bian Xiaojun almost wanted to kneel down for him, pulling his hair and thinking for a long time, "Daphne, please look at me, I know I'm in love with you."

"Wrong, one sentence is missing." Ou Xuyang raised his hand and gave a slap, "Where did 'I've never been so serious' go, huh? I can't recite such a few lines."

"Hey, don't you think it's strange that we two big men are falling in love?!" Bian Xiaojun finally asked what he was holding back in his heart.

"This is called a dramatic effect, do you understand? Could it be funny without such a design?" Ou Xuyang rolled his eyes, "It's not that I'm really in love with you! You are so beautiful!"

Bian Xiaojun's hair stood on end, he still underestimated this person's narcissistic ability!So he decided to go to sleep quickly and stop talking, but suddenly Ou Xuyang asked again: "Have you been home alone all this time?"

"It's okay, my dad just doesn't come back often." Bian Xiaojun replied.

"I've been at home alone for half a month." Ou Xuyang said, "You can stay here." After speaking, he looked at Bian Xiaojun nervously, as if he was afraid of being rejected.

This was an unexpected invitation, Bian Xiaojun was stunned, he clearly saw some look of expectation in Ou Xuyang's eyes, he seemed to hope that he would agree.

"Hmm... yes." Bian Xiaojun couldn't help blurting out.

Ou Xuyang smiled in an instant, a beautiful smile, so beautiful that it was a bit dazzling even in the dark.

"That's it, go to sleep, good night." His tone was so sweet that it melted into the night like a piece of candy.