Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

Xie Yan woke up the next morning with the alarm clock.The class at [-]:[-], the alarm clock at [-]:[-], let the music play for a while, Xie Yan became a little more awake, but he still didn't bother to open his eyes, and just fumbled for his phone beside the pillow.

He couldn't touch the phone that was placed next to the pillow. He opened his eyes reluctantly, and what came into his eyes was a close-up zoomed-in profile, and someone was holding a noisy phone in his hand.

"..." Xie Yan closed his eyes, grabbed the phone and at the same time carelessly raised his head and kissed Zhao Wumian's chin, "Don't make trouble."

The alarm clock was turned off by Xie Yan, and Zhao Wumian, who got up angrily, suddenly lost his temper, rubbed his temples, and touched Xie Yan's waist from under the quilt: "How about the cold?"

"Who touched his waist with a cold?" Xie Yan choked him angrily, and slapped his hands away.

His voice was still a little hoarse, with the displeasure of not waking up, Zhao Wumian was a little helpless, his eyes flicked over the phone screen on one side, and said indifferently: "Do you have class in the first period?"

Xie Yan let out a "hmm", and raised his eyelids with difficulty, "Aren't you going to work?"

"Off-duty."

"Oh..." Xie Yan closed his eyes again, "Doctor Chen and the others have finally returned to work with full blood?" He muttered, "Then you worked overtime last night."

Zhao Wumian explained: "Before, I had a patient who was discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate. Last night because of shock, he was sent to emergency treatment, so he worked overtime for a while."

"Patients are disobedient." Xie Yan chuckled, "It's probably what doctors are used to."

Zhao Wumian didn't answer, but touched his face, then sat up, reached for the clothes on the bed, and reminded in a calm tone: "It's already ten past seven."

Xie Yan raised his eyelids, his dilated pupils slowly focused: "What are you doing when you get up?"

"make breakfast."

"I'll just go downstairs and buy it at Chen Ji." Xie Yan sat up suddenly, scratched his hair, and then changed his clothes, as if he wanted to move faster than anyone else.

Just as Zhao Wumian unbuttoned the crotch of the pajamas, with his hands still on the waist rope, he glanced at Xie Yan with a half-smile: "I'm sorry, will you follow?"

Xie Yan murmured about this question, his lowered eyes seemed to be thinking about it seriously, and then he squinted his eyes: "It only takes 10 minutes to drive to school, 3 minutes to buy breakfast, and the time to go up and down the stairs and eat breakfast , I can still sleep for half an hour."

Zhao Wumian opened the glasses case beside the bed, flicked the glasses cloth, took out the glasses, leaned over to put them on for Xie Yan: "I bought you watermelon cream lozenges, take them to school, what do you want for lunch? "

"I want to eat you." Xie Yan bent his lips, held his wrist, and rubbed it frivolously.

Zhao Wumian glanced at him indifferently: "Let's talk about it after you have recovered from your cold."

Xie Yan laughed when he heard the words: "You wait, I will show you today, young master."

……

It's not like a cold can be cured.

Xie Yan took the medicine for three days in a row, Zhao Wumian even replaced his daily drinking cup with a thermos cup and soaked it in the fat sea, and then he got better.

And in the blink of an eye, it was the first day of junior high school, and Yu Huazhi's scarf, Xie Yan, finally pretended to be casual and gave it away the night before.

Xie Yan was driving the car, and Zhao Wumian could catch a glimpse of the couple's scarf around his neck from the corner of the eye, and there was a smile on the corners of his lips along the way.

After passing the toll booth in Qinghe District, Zhao Wumian looked at the scene passing by outside the window, and asked casually, "Why did you choose Wednesday to go back?"

On Wednesday, the students were still in class, and he thought that Xie Yan wanted to go back to see the teacher, but seeing that Xie Yan didn't seem to drive towards the school, but took a detour to the South Ring Road, he felt a little puzzled.

Xie Yan took out the argument that he had thought up long ago in a good manner: "The school is only interesting to go back when there are people."

"But there's nothing to do when we go back at this point. We'll go to school in the afternoon."

Zhao Wumian was silent for a while, and all he could see was an unfamiliar yet familiar street, not too far from the school, but in his impression, this area belonged to the suburbs, and there were not many things to play, but there were many private houses: " So now, where are we going?"

There was a traffic light ahead, Xie Yan slowed down the speed, tilted his head and smiled at him, showing a row of white teeth, that appearance, no matter how you looked at it, was flattering: "Xie's family half-day tour, what do you think?"

When the red light came on, the car was moving forward again, Zhao Wumian tightened his hand on the side of the car door, and his heart also tightened: "You..."

"You're here now, why don't you just accompany me home?" Xie Yan began to play emotional cards, "My mother treats you so well, today is her birthday..."

"Auntie's birthday today?" Zhao Wumian interrupted him with a complicated tone, "Why didn't you say it earlier."

"Then will you come home with me?" Xie Yan pursed his lips, trying not to laugh.

Zhao Wumian sighed: "It's almost here."

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, Xie Yan pulled over and stopped the car at the street corner: "There is probably no parking space, please get out of the car and wait for me for a while."

The street on the side of the old house is narrow, and there are not many parking spaces. Xie Yan was afraid that the car would get in the way, so he picked a parking space on the side of the road and parked the car.I got out of the car and looked around, and found Zhao Wumian under the old locust tree not far away.

This old locust tree is quite old, with luxuriant branches and leaves. There is a square stone table built under the tree, carved out of the Chu River and Han Street, and square stone benches, which is convenient for the elderly to play chess in the shade.

To be honest, he still felt a little guilty about abducting people to his home so swindled, even if Zhao Wumian turned around and walked away, it was possible, so he was relieved when he saw the person waiting for him under the tree .

At this point, it was too late in the morning, and too early in the meal, there were only two elderly people sitting at the chess table, no one was watching, Zhao Wumian stood there and looked very eye-catching.

When his gaze fell on the old man in a black coat, Xie Yan's heart sank again.

It's like riding a roller coaster.

It's already very cold in late autumn and early winter in City Z, and it's rare to get some sunshine today. He was wearing a fleece denim jacket, and after standing there for only a few seconds, his face seemed to be a little hot, and he didn't know if it was nervousness or hot.

Walking over in three steps at a time, probably aware of it, Zhao Wumian raised his eyes and looked over, then continued to watch the chess game.

Xie Yan stood beside him, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you like playing chess?"

Seeing him coming, I still looked down at the chess game, tsk, it seems that the chess game is more attractive than him.

"I don't quite understand." Zhao Wumian's voice was also very soft, he didn't understand, but his eyes were still fixed on the chess game.

"Then look at it."

Zhao Wumian didn't answer, Xie Yan glanced at him, and laughed silently: "Are you nervous?"

It was probably the whispering between the two of them that disturbed the chess players. When Xie Yan walked over, the old man opposite raised his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance.

"Watch the chess without saying a word."

Answering irrelevant questions, seeing Zhao Wumian's lowered eyes and narrowed eyes seriously watching chess, Xie Yan suddenly became less nervous.

General Luozi, Zhao Wumian completely suppressed the suspected nervousness, and returned to his usual calm and self-possessed manner: "Let's go."

The old man in a black coat stood up slowly, a pair of dark brown pupils in his slightly sunken eye sockets moved, seemed to shrink inadvertently, and a sharp light flashed at the bottom of his pupils.

Subconsciously, Xie Yan straightened his back even more. The old man's gaze only stayed on him for a second or two, then passed him and landed on Zhao Wumian. Xie Yan pushed his glasses, and bravely called him One sound.

"grandfather."

Zhao Wumian was stunned when he heard the words, the puzzlement under scrutiny was fleeting, replaced by nervousness and a little bewilderment, but he was quickly suppressed by him, and there was only a clearness in the dark and deep eyes, maybe Not quite at ease, but looked at Mr. Xie very calmly.

"Call someone." Xie Yan touched the back of his hand and reminded him in a low voice.

Zhao Wumian seemed to have just realized it, or didn't seem to have reacted. There was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, and he quickly lowered his eyes and called out bluntly: "Grandpa..."

Mr. Xie laughed "haha" when he heard the words, there was no emotion on his face, he patted Zhao Wumian on the shoulder, and said loudly, "Don't be nervous, young man."

He said kindly: "Go home."

Zhao Wumian's eyelids trembled uncontrollably, he blinked, his Adam's apple slid up and down, his vocal cords tightened, and he moved his lips, but he didn't say anything.

The word "home" is too much for him.

He once thought that he would never have a home or a family in his life.But now, all of this is in front of his eyes, within his reach.It was too close, as close as a dream made of colorful foam, which would shatter when touched.

Xie Yan hooked his fingertips with a smile, approached Zhao Wumian when Mr. Xie turned to walk towards the old house, and said to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't be nervous, my family is fine. "

Seeing that Zhao Wumian didn't seem to listen to his words, but just followed his steps mechanically, he had to say something else to divert Zhao Wumian's attention: "Do you remember when you were in the first year of high school, every time you took the listening test the English teacher from

Zhao Wumian let out a "hmm", and touched his chest with his empty left hand.Through the sweater, he could also feel the position of the jade badge on his fingertips, so he calmed down a little and had a sense of reality, "Remember, the English teacher in level 02 speaks very standard, I heard that he has studied abroad? I've seen him a few times."

Xie Yan smiled lowly: "It's good to have seen it."

Zhao Wumian said "Huh?" again, this time with a questioning tone, and turned his head to look at Xie Yan: "What's wrong?"

They have already reached the gate of the old house, and there is a wooden plaque with the strong words "Xie Zhai" written on it. Zhao Wumian looked up, and then looked at the courtyard with a clear view from the open gate. After passing through thousands of thoughts, he hesitated for a moment: "Your family..."

"Ah, the house passed down from the ancestors." Xie Yan explained casually, "Now only grandpa lives in the old house, and my parents live in Qinghe Yayuan. You go to my room."

My family members are all teachers, and I have dealt with books and academics all my life...

What Xie Yan said passed through his mind for a while, Zhao Wumian felt as if he was stepping on a cloud, and suddenly lowered his eyes bitterly.

A scholarly family.

No wonder...