Low-end double

Recently, Wang Dayong felt that something was wrong with Xiao Jue, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was. Anyway, it's been almost a month since Xiao Jue got injured that time. Wang Dayong asked him if he felt uncomfortable, and Xiao Jue shook his head and said no.

To specifically say what was wrong, Wang Dayong felt that he had to take Xiao Jue to the supermarket that day.

Xiao Jue had a good life before, and the food he ate was also high-end, even the snacks were different, and a box of casually cost a few hundred dollars. Wang Dayong's heartache is heartache, but he can't treat his wife badly no matter how much he hurts.

But the strange thing was that Wang Dayong had just thrown the precious things in that day, but Xiao Jue threw the things back when he turned around, and then took a dozen pieces of candy and threw them into the shopping cart.

Wang Dayong asked him why, and Xiao Jue said that there are many colors.

Wang Dayong nodded half-understood, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.

To say that before Wang Dayong left Xiao Jue at home alone, he was a little worried, wishing to look at him every day, so that he would not cry at home alone, but now that Wang Dayong came back, instead of looking at him pitifully, Xiao Jue looked at him pitifully. I have prepared all the food, and why does the food taste exactly the same as the small restaurant downstairs?

It's not that Wang Dayong never thought that Xiao Jue might get better, but if Xiao Jue gets better, why didn't he tell himself, is it fun to pretend to be a fool every day?

On this day, Wang Dayong finally couldn't bear it any longer. He came home an hour early and didn't go in, so he parked the car in a corner, sat in the car and looked outside quietly.

After waiting for a while, Wang Dayong watched Xiao Jue come out, dressed decently, not at all the same person who pulled him to act like a coquettish fool yesterday.

Wang Dayong looked at the small restaurant downstairs where Xiao Jue walked familiarly. First, he chatted with the proprietress for a while, looking very familiar, and then seeing that it was almost time, he called out and the waiter brought the packed meals Give it to him, Xiao Jue went back leisurely with it in his hand.

Wang Dayong's eyeballs were about to pop out when he saw it, and I said, why does the food I eat every day taste the same as the small restaurant downstairs?Feelings are what people pack and take back.

Wang Dayong watched Xiao Jue go back, then followed him upstairs, knocked on the door, and heard Xiao Jue running over to open the door.

"You're back!" Xiao Jue maintained his usual innocent and surprised expression.

Wang Dayong watched Xiao Jue turn around with a complicated expression, and said in a rather innocent tone, "You wanted eggplant yesterday, so I made it for you today."

Wang Dayong looked at Xiao Jue who was asking for credit, and then looked at the braised eggplant that was exactly the same as the small restaurant downstairs, silently.

After dinner, Wang Dayong went to Xiao Jue to wash the dishes, but Wang Dayong suddenly stopped him, "Xiao Jue, don't go downstairs to buy in the future."

Xiao Jue froze all of a sudden.

Wang Dayong rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I came back early today, um... are you alright?"

Xiao Jue didn't speak for a long time, turned around after a while, and replied lightly, "Yes."

Wang Dayong looked at him strangely, "Well, when will you be well?"

"It's been a while." Xiao Jue said vaguely.

Wang Dayong continued to ask, "Then why don't you say it?"

Xiao Jue was silent for a moment, then raised his head to look at Wang Dayong after a while, and murmured softly, "If I get better, do you still want me?"

"Yes, why don't you, you're all right, isn't this a good thing?" Wang Dayong looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Jue looked at Wang Dayong in astonishment, and after a while, he burst out laughing. Looking at Wang Dayong, his eyes were a little red, and he said softly, "You fool."

The author has something to say:

Finished writing...I want to make up a side story...but I don't know when I can post it

Xiao Jue suffered a lot of injuries, but this is not the reason for others to feel sorry for him. If you really want to talk about it, you may feel that it is unfair to Wang Dayong, but the matter between the two does not need to be so fair, because the emotional matter It doesn't make much sense who owes whom, who owes more than whom.

In the end, what I actually want to write is a sweet little white article, why should I embarrass myself T_T