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Taking advantage of Jiang Yan's unpreparedness, Xi Zhikong neatly tied his hands with a rope, "Two days, just two days, I will serve you with delicious food and drink."

Jiang Yan looked at the ropes around his wrists and couldn't laugh or cry. His hair was still wet and dripping, and a small piece of it was wet on his shoulders when he rolled in along the collar. He asked, "How do you serve me with delicious food?"

"It's the traditional sense of serving delicious food and drink. I'll buy you what you want to eat, and I'll help you make anything that needs your hands." Xi Zhikong said sincerely.

Jiang Yan thought for a while, then said: "Then you blow dry my hair first."

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Xi Zhikong who was stunned in place, and said again: "Why are you standing there, hurry up."

"You just... just agreed?"

Of course I agreed, why didn't I agree to such a wishful thing, Jiang Yan thought.

But he still came up with a condition, so that Xi Zhikong couldn't feel that things were going too smoothly, "I agree, but there is a condition."

"You said, as long as I can do it, I will do it!"

Jiang Yan laughed at him: "I really haven't seen you write like this, if I told you to go out and run naked twice—"

"That doesn't belong to the category I can do." Xi Zhikong glared at him, turned on the hair dryer in his hand, and immediately the whistling wind overwhelmed Jiang Yan's voice.

"You...this week...volume..."

He couldn't hear clearly, and got closer to him.

"What did you say? Say it again, I didn't catch it."

Jiang Yan then raised his voice and said, "I said, let you do two math test papers this weekend."

Xi Zhikong paused for a while, then randomly grabbed two hands on his head, turned off the hair dryer, thought for a moment and said, "It's okay."

In this way, he happily started his plan to "imprison" Jiang Yan for two days.

It's not like they never slept in the same bed when they were young. At night, Jiang Yan's hands were bound and Xi Zhikong was lying on the same bed. The two of them were close to each other in his bed, and his even breathing sound could be heard next to their ears.

Xi Zhikong was asleep, Jiang Yan was completely sleepless.

He looked sideways at Xi Zhikong, who was almost close at hand, and some secret emotions that were ready to come out seemed to break through the restraint from his bound wrists and completely surround the person in front of him.His breath caught his ear, and the man moved uncomfortably and turned his back on him.

Jiang Yan suddenly felt that he had received a kind of warm feedback, and his heart was greatly satisfied.

I don't know how long he stared at Xi Zhikong like this, he even forgot how he fell asleep, and fell asleep without a dream until the next morning.

He woke up, and Xi Zhikong was sleeping soundly.

They are all in the body of a teenager, and in front of him early in the morning is the person he likes. Jiang Yan feels that he has never been so upright in 16 years-he is embarrassed to find that there is a little abnormality below.

So he sounded the alarm for himself, turned around, and looked down with a wry smile to himself.

He lifted the quilt lightly and got out of bed to go to the toilet. His wrist was not convenient. When he opened the toilet door, he struggled a lot and made a bang bang sound. After entering the toilet, he turned on the shower, but the movement did not disturb the toilet. Zhikong woke up, and when he finished solving himself and opened the door to go out, the man was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

Jiang Yan thought, if he hadn't gotten up just now, Xi Zhikong's hands and feet might have been on his body.He suddenly had a trace of remorse, and felt that he shouldn't have gotten up so early, maybe he could take advantage of the man's daze, such as kissing the slightly parted thin lips.

His hands were tied and it was still uncomfortable. He stood in front of the toilet mirror to wash his hands. After receiving the water, he forgot that his hands were still inseparable. It was also wet.

He glanced back, and it seemed that Xi Zhikong had finally been woken up.

Sure enough, as Xi Zhikong said, he really served Jiang Yan with delicious food and drink, completely forgetting his original intention.

Jiang Yan wanted to eat fried buns for breakfast, so he stepped on flip flops and went downstairs to buy them. After a while, Jiang Yan wanted to drink milk, but he didn't have it at home, so he bought a few bottles at the small supermarket in the vegetable market out of his own pocket.Later, for lunch, he said he wanted to eat braised chicken and rice. When Xi Zhikong paid the store 25 yuan, he finally felt something was wrong.

He returned home with a meal, and Jiang Yan was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, feeling extremely comfortable.

"I bought your meal." He put the meal on the table and sat on a chair to blow the fan.

Jiang Yan glanced at the table and said, "Why don't you eat just one?"

He pointed under the desk and said, "I eat instant noodles."

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "Suddenly I don't want to eat braised chicken and rice, you can buy me a rice bowl with fish-flavored shredded pork."

"..."

When going down the stairs, Xi Zhikong thought about it and felt that he was the one imprisoned.If things go on like this, the impression Jiang Yan can give him about being imprisoned may only be "very comfortable", and it can't provide him with any material in essence.

He thought, let Jiang Yan go home, he can't use tools or anything, Jiang Yan can't understand what it feels like to be imprisoned at all - using tools, it's too hard on him and himself, he can't Do not do it.

As soon as he walked into the small restaurant, Jiang Yan sent him a message saying that he would bring two glasses of Coke along the way, and his idea of ​​sending him home immediately became more determined.

Gritting his teeth, Xi Zhikong looked at the balance when he paid with the bank card, and felt that he was a bit miserable.

My uncle's child is sick, and the monthly living allowance of 500 yuan has been cut off since the start of high school two months ago.My aunt's monthly living expenses of [-] have also been reduced to [-].His mother's car accident compensation has been frugal until now, with less than [-] yuan left, and his father's sentence is still four years away, and he doesn't even know where to find college tuition.

If it weren't for the compelling situation, he wouldn't try his best to make money.

Last month, he seriously considered taking a break from school to work, but Jiang Yan immediately took "forced measures" after finding out that something was wrong with him.He was too close to Jiang Yan, and he couldn't hide anything from him, and he was always easily persuaded by Jiang Yan. This kind of idea couldn't last long before being dismissed.

After returning home, Jiang Yan had already had dinner.He stood at the door with a rice bowl with fish-flavored shredded pork, and asked him in a daze for a while, "Didn't you say you don't want to eat it?"

Jiang Yan swallowed a piece of chicken and said, "Suddenly I want to eat again, where is my Coke?"

Xi Zhikong stared at him as he walked to the table and sat down, took out a bottle of iced Coke and pushed it in front of him angrily, "You're the only one who has too many things to do! Get out of here after dinner!"

"Hey? Why did you let me go home again?" Jiang Yan pulled the Coke tab and took a sip, then said, "I'm not imprisoned anymore?"

"No! So hurry up and go home after eating!" Xi Zhikong wiped off the sweat on his forehead with two tissue papers, got up and poured a glass of cold water and drank half of it in one go.

Jiang Yan felt a little pity. He put down his chopsticks, put his hands on the table and looked at Xi Zhikong, "Don't you still want to interview me? It's only been this morning, and I don't think it's going to work."

"Effect? ​​Do you still want the effect?" Xi Zhikong returned to his seat and opened the fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl in front of him. "I wanted you to imagine that I am a stranger, but we have known each other since we were born." , this is too difficult for you."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips noncommittally, stood up and stretched, sat in front of the desk and opened his schoolbag.

Xi Zhikong took a bite of his meal and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Recite words."

"You go home and carry it!" He carried the lunch box to Jiang Yan's back, kicked the stool with his feet, and said, "Remember to transfer the meal money to me."

Jiang Yan turned around: "Why are you so short of money recently? Last time you just told me that your living allowance is not enough, why do I feel that it is not a problem of not enough?"

Xi Zhikong immediately turned around guiltily, and said vaguely, "I've spent my time elsewhere."

"Then I didn't see you buying two clothes."

"I didn't say I bought clothes, but I recharged the game card, okay?"

He always turned his back to Jiang Yan, feeling uneasy, and the fish-flavored shredded pork had no taste in his mouth.

Jiang Yan walked behind him and folded his arms and asked again: "Are you really short of money?"

Xi Zhikong, he understands it too well, he has survived such a big change in his family back then, never opened his mouth to others easily, and never bowed his head to show weakness - except for the situation last night that he himself could not control Scared, other times it always takes a little effort to get him to tell the truth.

"No, I'm just—"

"Did you have a nightmare last night?" Jiang Yan asked.

Xi Zhikong was stunned.

It didn't seem like I had any nightmares last night.When they were young, their class organized to go to the playground. While the adults were not paying attention, some classmates dragged him into the haunted house. When Jiang Yan saw it and chased him in, he was already trembling with fright. After returning home, he did it for a whole month. Nightmare, bad sleep every night.

"No..." he said.

Only then did Jiang Yan ask him: "Then why did you go there last night, really looking for inspiration to write a horror novel?"

In fact, things are not too complicated.Last week, Xi Zhikong received an order from a girl who is a fan of horror literature.

Xi Zhikong is not easy to say that this is a custom-made "ghost love affair", the hero is a person who is afraid of ghosts since childhood, and then met a ghost and fell in love with him, and since then began a beautiful journey between humans and ghosts love.

He hasn't had that real and terrifying sense of fear for a long time, so he wanted to find the feeling.As a result, I really scared myself a lot, and the feeling couldn't be more real.

"Where did your so-called 'imprisonment' come from? Are you really looking for inspiration?" He didn't answer, and Jiang Yan continued to ask.

After Jiang Yan asked seriously, Xi Zhikong felt that he had done another ridiculous thing—he actually did an experiment on Jiang Yan?

He said angrily: "It's to find the feeling, you know—forget it, you don't know, we writers, if we have real feelings, the things we write are different, understand?"

Jiang Yan pretended to understand but nodded, and said again: "So you are writing how to serve someone now?"

"..."

Xi Zhikong took a sip of Coke and swallowed the food stuck in his throat, thinking that this "imprisonment" was really wrong.

"Tsk, I really don't understand your artistic creation. Why do you still have such a need? You are rushing to serve others—" Jiang Yan smiled and reached out to pat Xi Zhikong, but he happened to turn around and grabbed his wrist. He tripped over two stools and stepped back, and was pushed against the refrigerator door by him, and put his arm against his neck.

The last time when Xi Zhikong approached him and he felt nervous was when he confirmed that he liked him.From that day on, the tacit heartbeat frequency of the two people no longer coincided. When he watched Xi Zhikong, his heartbeat would always speed up, he would be elated, and he would also feel uneasy.

Every time Xi Zhikong looked at him seriously, he felt that this person was about to say what he wanted to say.

And this time—

"My captivity here is that I can't get your heart, but I want to get you. I will lock you up in my house, no sunlight and no fresh air, and I may tie your eyes with black silk— —”

"and then?"

"Then...cough, then I will use some...something you haven't seen before, to bully you!" Xi Zhikong said, feeling embarrassed, let go of his hand and poked his chest fiercely .

Jiang Yan said with a smile: "It's interesting what you said? The main reason is that I haven't been bullied by you before, and I want to experience it. Come on, continue to be 'imprisoned'." As he spoke, he put his hands in front of Xi Zhikong again.

Xi Zhikong's pretended viciousness just now was quickly defeated by the words that didn't seem like a joke, and some scenes of Jiang Yan being frightened by such and such scenes really appeared in his mind, which made him hit him immediately a shudder.

After a while, he stared at Jiang Yan and shook his head slowly: "You don't want to experience it..."

Jiang Yan smiled and asked again: "Then do you owe others money?"

"..."

"Please speak!"

Xi Zhikong also laughed and said: "The most I owe is 1000 yuan to you, and I can't pay it back in a short time."

"Then—then your father's 40——" As soon as he said that, the smile on the corner of Xi Zhikong's mouth gradually froze and disappeared, and then the two began to confront each other in silence for no reason.

After a while, Xi Zhikong finally lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to use that money."

Jiang Yan felt that he had said something wrong, touched the tip of his nose and coughed twice to change the subject: "Do your homework, I'll go back after I finish my homework."

The two huddled together on the same table to do their homework.Xi Zhikong frowned as he worked on the math test paper, and when he encountered a question he couldn't understand, he jumped over it. When Jiang Yan finished his English homework and looked at his paper, he still had half of the questions left.

"Can't do these?" Jiang Yan asked him.

Xi Zhikong said: "No, but I always feel that I know a little bit..."

"I'll teach you." Jiang Yan moved the stool next to him, and circled a few questions with a pen, "These questions are too difficult for you, let's look at the other ones first."

Xi Zhikong looked at Jiang Yan who was approaching suddenly, felt a little tingling in his heart, nodded and said dully: "Oh yes."