I quietly watch you play

Jiang Xiaoqi lives on the second top floor, which is the most popular golden floor in Danyang City's common commercial housing complex with the possibility of roof leakage. Although the building area is only [-] square meters, it is a jump and not too small.

Standing in the entrance, Zhou Wei glanced at the gray and white tone of the ascetic style and shivered, and silently complained that when communicating with the designer, the homeowner probably picked up the one that was pleasing to the eye and randomly clicked on the album, and then the designer devoted himself to his duty. Pretend a model room for a single straight man for him.

Zhou Wei had no interest in going to the temple to practice Zen, so he made a perfunctory comment, thinking how to get away.

Jiang Xiaoqi bent down and took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet. They were dark gray and light gray again. Seeing Zhou Wei standing still, he thought it was inconvenient for him to bend because of the pain in his legs, so he pulled up his trousers and knelt down on one knee to untie Zhou Wei's riding boots the hasp.

Zhou Wei was taken aback by him, and took two steps back in a blunt manner, and sat down on the shoe-changing stool unsteadily: "Don't... I take it off by myself."

Jiang Xiaoqi has already untied his right boot neatly, put it on the shoe rack and put it away, his left leg is fine, so you can take it off by yourself.

Zhou Wei's mind was dull, he was used to stretching out his hands to eat and open his mouth since he was a child. It should not be such a big reaction. Maybe Jiang Xiaoqi is an elder after all, and he is not very familiar. If it were Pei Qin, he could take it with him The stinky socks were also thrown in each other's faces.

The boots were taken off, taking off his thoughts of turning around and leaving.

Zhou Wei has a lot of stink problems that the rich and dandies have, such as not doing business properly, not seeking to make progress, being indulgent and self-willed, doing things in his own way... But it's not that he doesn't know how to be good.

Uncle Jiang knelt down and took off his boots. Although Jiang Xiaoqi never said a word of thanks to him from the beginning to the end, every action he made was expressing his guilt to Zhou Wei, because he felt guilty for hurting Zhou Wei.

If he carried it away at this moment, this person's guilt would be lost, and he refused to say anything, it would be bad if he suffocated.

"Go and sit on the sofa." Jiang Xiaoqi picked him up from the shoe stool and threw him onto the sofa.

The sofa is made of black leather, the leather surface feels cool to the touch, Zhou Wei doesn't like cold materials, he prefers the kind of fabric that is warm and soft to lie on.

Jiang Xiaoqi spread the plastic bag printed with the words "Dan University Doctor" on the coffee table, took out a bottle of medicinal oil from inside, opened the lid and poured it into the palm of his hand: "Take the medicine after taking it, wipe this first."

Zhou Wei pressed his trouser legs to hide: "What's the smell? It stinks——"

Jiang Xiaoqi once again resorted to the posture of squatting on one knee: "Roll up your trousers."

Mud!Zhou Wei obediently lifted up her trousers.

"It hurts?" Jiang Xiaoqi raised his eyes to look at him, handsome and young, giving people the illusion that he is a princess.

Zhou Wei sniffled and endured: "Smelly!"

"Hey, take it easy—"

Jiang Xiaoqi thought to himself, it still hurts.

The pressure on his hands slowed down. This kind of medicated oil can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. If you push and rub it into the skin with a little force, it is impossible not to hurt.

Zhou Wei didn't want to whimper like a girl, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. After a while, he almost suspected that Jiang Xiaoqi was seeking revenge.

But it has to be admitted that his technique seems to be quite professional, he rubbed the entire knee, and the point of application of force avoided the serious ulcerated wound, and the scattered pain was a little bit refreshing.

It's like getting a pedicure, he just got used to the rhythm on one side, but he's done pinching on the other side.

Jiang Xiaoqi packed the medicine bag, went into the kitchen to wash his hands, brought out a strange container, looked at Zhou Wei carefully, and wanted to laugh, it was a glass of milk, the glass was heated in a stainless steel noodle bowl filled with boiling water.

This ancient way of warming milk is really rare, but now even babies' milk warmers are heated by electricity.

"Blanch for 3 minutes before drinking, I'm going to cook." Jiang Xiaoqi put down the milk and turned back to the kitchen.

Zhou Wei poked the milk cup, almost spilled it, then turned to look around.

The living room is hollowed out upwards, there is a bedroom on the first floor, and the master bedroom and study room on the second floor, which counts as three bedrooms.

Although it is not big, it is more than enough for the mother and son to live.

The decoration is good, but the color is too dull, and there are basically no daily necessities that show signs of human activities in the room, which makes it look deserted and lonely.

No wonder Jiang Xiaoqi prefers to live in the school dormitory.

Zhou Wei likes to paint and draw, and he is more sensitive to color than ordinary people. When he is bored, he will occupationally think about what kind of small painting should be hung here, and what kind of decoration should be placed there, so he made Jiang Xiaoqi's monk temple full of flowers. .

The kitchen door was closed, only the sound of the range hood whistling.It was raining heavily outside, crackling against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sky has not yet faded, only the floor lamp is turned on in the living room, and the warm yellow soft light is as thin as mist.

Zhou Wei yawned, a pair of beautiful eyelashes slowly drooping in the white noise, the environment reached his comfort threshold for hypnosis.

So, Jiang Xiaoqi came out of the kitchen with soup in his hand, and this was what he saw.

The milk cup is still sitting in the water in the stainless steel basin, but the water and milk are both cold, and it looks like it has been drunk.

The handsome young man still wore his coat over his shoulders, and the inside was a red riding suit. He scavenged all the cushions on the sofa and brought them to his side. He rested one on his side, held another in his arms, and squeezed the rest into the sofa. In front of and behind him, another one was kicked onto the carpet.

Zhou Wei slept in the middle of a pile of cushions with contrasting gray and red checks, her body curled up quietly, like a little prince enchanted among blood-colored thorns, so delicate and so fragile.

His pale cheeks were warmed by the light, like beautiful jade polished by running water for thousands of years, and his hair was spread on the pillow like a cloud, as soft as silk.

The first time Jiang Xiaoqi saw him was his sleeping face, Zhou Wei's sleeping face seemed to have a kind of magical power, whoever looked at him for a long time would want to become the big devil who imprisoned him and take him as his own.

According to the book, this sleeping position curled up like a fetus indicates that the owner lacks a sense of security. He binds himself tightly like a cocoon. What is he afraid of?

Jiang Xiaoqi subconsciously raised his legs and stepped closer, standing on the edge of the sofa and looking down at him, he felt that the power of transforming into a big devil was urging his blood to flow quickly.

Jiang Xiaoqi turned around and sat down on the empty seat above Zhou Wei's head, his legs almost brushing his hair.

He thought of the day when they first met, Zhou Wei was pillowed on Pei Qin's lap, just like it is now, only a little bit short.

Jiang Xiaoqi felt that he was probably in a daze. Fortunately, no one knew about his secret emotions except himself, and things were not beyond his control. He was very good at controlling certain emotions that could only grow in the dark.

Like fear.

Jiang Xiaoqi leaned forward and pulled a blanket over, and gently unfolded it to cover Zhou Wei's body. He himself only wore a shirt and didn't feel cold, but he felt that Zhou Wei would be cold.

This person carried him on his back in the lonely mountain forest on a cold night, and rescued him on a frightened horse running wildly. He just felt warm suddenly after being frozen for a long time, and he couldn't help approaching him. This is nothing, it is human nature.

Jiang Xiaoqi can also take care of him, he is very good at taking care of people, enough to repay those kindnesses.

Zhou Wei added a blanket to his body, seemed very satisfied, tilted his head and arched his head, the cushion in his arms was pushed off, he picked up the one on which he was resting and continued to hug, but felt that his head was uncomfortable.

So, Zhou Wei continued to dig, and found a new and comfortable pillow to lie on, it was Jiang Xiaoqi's thigh.

The hands of the clock passed across the dial silently, the heavy rain made water marks on the glass windows, the elevator opened and closed vaguely in the corridor, and the vague footsteps gradually faded away...

It was so quiet that Jiang Xiaoqi could only hear his own heartbeat clearly, thud, thud, thud.

Countless urges made him jump up and flee to the kitchen, the bathroom, upstairs, but he sat there motionless, with his spine stiff against the back of the sofa.

Is this, is this how Pei Qin felt that day?If he changed his posture to fight the landlord, he might lose even his underpants.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoqi finally exhaled slowly, relaxed his tense spine, and leaned against the slightly cool back of the sofa.

The sky is completely dark, and only a few distant and blurred night lights of the city are left outside the rippled window by the rain. The world is narrowed into a halo of floor-to-ceiling lights, peaceful and quiet.

Jiang Xiaoqi's scalp went numb, his back went numb, his fingertips went numb, and he gradually realized that his legs were numb from Zhou Wei's pressure, but he didn't move, not even tense his muscles.

How can this thing sleep so well? The hour hand has already passed nine o'clock, and more than three hours have passed... How sleep-deprived he is.

Jiang Xiaoqi wanted to wake him up for dinner, and then he would not have to sleep at night if he went to sleep. Then he thought that he probably really didn't sleep at night, and had been to his "night life".

Jiang Xiaoqi doesn't understand nightlife, he only has evening self-study and night shift part-time jobs, so ambiguous three words can't think of any good things, he should add some sweat medicine to the soup so that he can't wake up all night.

In contrast, Zhou Wei is much more relaxed. He is surrounded by a pile of cushions, covered with clothes and blankets, the leather surface of the sofa is also warmed up, and the pillows also have a human body thermostat function... The more you sleep, the warmer you get. So comfortable that I don't even want to wake up.

Zhou Wei even had a calm dream. He dreamed that the snow-white dumpling named Xiaoguai somehow ran back and rubbed against his pillow.

Xiaoguai likes to rub his pillow very much, and often falls asleep with him beside his head. This is a great comfort to Zhou Wei, who has no mother's company and sleeps in a separate bedroom since he was very young.

Zhou Wei felt that it was by his side, but he couldn't catch it anyway, so he reached under the pillow to feel it, trying to pinch its round buttocks and drag it into his arms.

Sudden dizziness, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, Zhou Wei was squatting in the courtyard with dense rain, and the cold corpse of Xiaoguai was lying on the stone steps in front of him.

Its soft down was wet in strands, half of its body was stained with mud, and its mouth and nose were filled with muddy water.

Zhou Weidu woke up with a start, her curled body shook violently.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Xiaoqi, who was hugged on his thigh, stood up, causing Zhou Wei's head to sink heavily.

The two of them couldn't tell who had disturbed the dream.

"You, the pillow fell off—"

Jiang Xiaoqi leaned over and picked up the pillow that had been cold on the ground for a long time and put it back next to Zhou Wei's head, as if he had just knocked it off when he woke up.

Zhou Wei woke up in a daze with a nightmare, his eyes were so dark that no light could shine in, and he waited for a long time before he let out a cry.

"What time is it? I'm so hungry."

He looked up for the clock and was surprised to find that it was almost ten o'clock!

"Let's eat right away."

Jiang Xiaoqi took a step, his body staggered, his knee hit the coffee table with a bang, and the milk cup in the basin was overturned.His leg was too crazy to be his own.

Zhou Wei pulled the blanket to cover her raised lips, finally it was the uncle's turn to be deflated, is lameness contagious?

It seems to be very happy to kill one hundred enemies and lose eight thousand.

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Very comfortable pillow︿(￣︶￣)︿

插播一则广告，隔壁《时间》的番外五更新了，然后今天的momo也准时赴约，求奖励，求收藏！感谢在2019-11-2011:00:01~2019-11-2711:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 3 hand guards; 1 if you don’t ask me;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of yue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!