Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

Zhao Wumian thinks that Xie Yan is a little strange recently.

In other words, Xie Yan had something to hide from him.

The winter in City Z is rainy and snowy. In theory, as the weather gets colder and colder, Xie Yan should become less and less fond of going out.But recently, Xie Yan has been going out almost every day, and he doesn't come to the hospital for meals, which is very strange.

Although Xie Yan's reasons sound reasonable, but if he is really so busy and has so many things to do, how can he still have time to indulge in games at night?

After noticing Xie Yan's abnormality, he discovered something else.

He is usually busy with work, so he and Xie Yan usually go to the supermarket together to buy some vegetables and fruits during his off-duty and weekends, so he knows what ingredients are in the house.But recently, he found that the ingredients in the refrigerator were inexplicably less and more.

The trash can in the kitchen is always clean every day.

Xie Yan's body smelled of oily smoke.

The ingredients in the kitchen are not in the right place.

In fact, Xie Yan hid it well, so he pretended not to find out.

It's just that when I cook every day, I don't tell Xie Yan to go to the living room and wait to eat. If he is willing to watch, he will cook slowly, show him, and cook for him.

It snowed on the weekend, last night it was a little late, Zhao Wumian woke up at 11 o'clock, Xie Yan was still sleeping, Zhao Wumian looked at the time, his eyes fell on Xie Yan's hand that was placed outside the quilt , frowning slightly.

Last night he saw Xie Yan's hand with a band-aid, and when asked, Xie Yan said that he accidentally scratched the fruit...

The band-aid was torn off in the shower, and it was not put on at night.After one night, the slender wound turned white, which was particularly glaring on such hands.

Xie Yan's hand should be used to hold a pen, not a knife.

Zhao Wumian got up lightly, stepped on the floor with bare feet, squatted down and opened the bedside table.

There is a small medicine box in the bedside table, which he specially prepared after Xie Yan caught a cold.Xie Yan joked at the time that he would definitely be able to take good care of him. If this box is not needed, it will be needed now...Zhao Wumian sighed, found a band-aid, tore it off, and it was very close along the wound. Paste it lightly.

The band-aid was stuck to the wound, and the lips were printed on the forehead, as light as catkins falling, without a trace.

The door of the room closed with a "click", the eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled slightly, and the fundus of the opened eyes was clear, and there was no sleepiness at all.

Xie Yan looked at the Band-Aid wrapped around his finger, and stretched out his hand to touch it. It seemed that the touch of Zhao Wumian's fingertips still remained on it.

Talk about what it's like to have a doctor at home.

Xie Yan thought to himself, probably, no matter if you are dizzy or have a cough or a cold, someone will take you seriously and take good care of you.

The quilt in winter is really too warm, Xie Yan doesn't want to get up at all, coupled with the pain in his body, he doesn't even want to move.

Anyway, Zhao Wumian didn't know that he was awake, and he wouldn't wake him up until the meal was ready.So he lay down as a matter of course until Zhao Wumian asked him to get up and eat.

It has been snowing for several days, and the sun is out today, and it seems that there is no temperature, but a layer of fog has been spread on the glass.

Xie Yan came out of the room, the food was already set on the table, he took a glass of water, walked slowly over to sit down, and said: "There is no more food in the refrigerator, let's go to the supermarket later."

"Take advantage of the good weather."

Zhao Wumian paused for Shengtang's hand, and said, "Okay."

Xie Yan didn't mention the band-aid he had pasted for him, nor did he ask why Xie Yan knew there was no food in the refrigerator.

In order not to expose the small thoughts of the lovers, it is not easy to pretend to be confused by pretending to understand each other.

After eating, Zhao Wumian washed the dishes, Xie Yan went to the balcony to stand for a while, then went back to the room to change clothes.

After Zhao Wumian finished washing the dishes, he saw Xie Yan, who was wrapped in a thick down jacket with half of his face buried in his neckerchief, holding a hand warmer on the sofa to charge.

He is really afraid of the cold, let alone going out on a cold day, he doesn't even want to get out of bed.Zhao Wumian was no longer surprised by his fully armed appearance, but still wanted to laugh.

He walked over and touched Xie Yan's neck, his hands just after washing the dishes were extremely cold, Xie Yan tilted his head and clamped his hand almost reflexively, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn. "

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Wumian pinched his face, "Is it so cold?"

Xie Yan said, "Aren't you naive, take it out when you're so cold", but grabbed his wrist, moved down to the palm of his hand, and covered it with the hand warmer.

After covering it for a while to warm up his hands, he pulled out the folded scarf and motioned him to lower his head.

Zhao Wumian bowed his head obediently and asked Xie Yan to help him put on the scarf.

Then leaned over and kissed Xie Yan's lips: "Let's go."

His hands are already warm, just in time to hold Xie Yan.

But two big men wearing couple scarves are already very gay in gay, let alone walking on the street holding hands.

So Xie Yan put his hand into Zhao Wumian's coat pocket.

Well, it's cold.

As soon as he entered the supermarket, Xie Yan was hit by the heater.Only then did he take his hand out of Zhao Wumian's palm and push the shopping cart.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and there are discounts everywhere in the supermarket. Xie Yan is discussing with Zhao Wumian what to buy for the New Year, while watching him choose the ingredients.The supermarket is very lively, the sound of music and human voices are mixed together, when someone patted his shoulder at first, he thought it was accidentally bumped into.

"Xie Yan." The visitor had a smiling face, turned his eyes around him and Zhao Wumian, and said with a smile, "Shopping for vegetables?"

"Chen Jing." Xie Yan was a little surprised, and after reacting, the man on her arm also nodded and said hello.

Chen Jing stared at Zhao Wumian for a few times, teasingly said: "Tsk, there is such a handsome guy hiding in the house, no wonder you specially enroll in a cooking class."

Xie Yan tried his best to wink at her, but Chen Jing didn't get it, or pretended not to get it, and said to Zhao Wumian: "The classmates will come together in two days."

Really cheating teammates? Assist? After Jing finished speaking, she walked away with her man on her arm. Xie Yan didn't look back, but she could feel that Zhao Wumian's eyes had been fixed on Zhang Jing since Zhang Jing said that he was enrolling in the cooking class.

Xie Yan was a little timid, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Wumian, he tried to change the subject: "Hey, this corn looks good, buy some and go back to make soup."

On weekdays, the incarnate demon king looked like a kitten with its paws closed. He couldn't help reaching out and touching Xie Yan's ear, and said with a light smile: "Are you cooking?"

"Ah...I..." Xie Yan suddenly felt that the corn in his hand was a little hot.At his current level, the soup almost boiled him.

Zhao Wumian took the corn he had picked and put it into the cart, then took the bag and went to the side to pick tomatoes.

"That was your classmate just now?" He knew about Xie Yan's class reunion in a few days, but Xie Yan didn't say whether to go or not, and his status was not suitable for him.

"Well, a high school classmate." Xie Yan whispered, "I opened a small restaurant, and the class reunion will be held in their restaurant."

"Oh?" Zhao Wumian glanced at him, "So you are learning how to cook with her?"

Xie Yan didn't expect that he would come back to the topic, and he was a little dazed. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then curled his lips and pretended to be calm: "I'm not the only one who learned from her."

Xie Yan began to smash the jars: "She runs a cooking class, and I'm taking care of the business of an old classmate."

Zhao Wumian didn't believe a word of the latter sentence, thinking that Xie Yan probably couldn't find another suitable one, so he enrolled in Zhang Jing's cooking class.

But he didn't expose Xie Yan either.

Zhao Wumian said: "Then are you going to the class reunion?"

"Well, let's see the weather." Xie Yan asked back, "Are you coming with me?"

"Don't always let the weather take the blame." Zhao Wumian tilted her head to talk to him, her lips just brushed against his exposed ears, "Obviously you go to the cooking class regardless of the weather."

Xie Yan adjusted his scarf uncomfortably, and also adjusted his disturbed mood: "The weather will be fine if you come with me."

Zhao Wumian smiled lightly, "So sure?"

"Every day when I'm with you is good weather." Xie Yan took his hand and clasped his fingers tightly, "You are my good weather."

"It's really nice weather when you smile." - Jian Jie

The author has something to say: The next episode is about the wedding!