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Ask him again when he wakes up, Ye Qian straightened up, but once again bumped into the pair of dark eyes that made his heart flutter, this scene seemed to overlap with that night, but it was much more embarrassing, after all, he just The movement, head down, facing the other person's pants/crotch... guilty conscience.

"Why didn't you make a sound when you woke up?" He asked anxiously to cover up the embarrassment in his heart.

"I...cough," Yin Moxiang said in a hoarse voice, he coughed twice before continuing, "I want to see what you are doing here."

"What can I do, I, I just want to see if your leg injury is healed!" Ye Qian explained anxiously.

"Oh," Yin Moxiang glanced at him, took his hand from the back of his head and shook his pants twice, "Look, it's almost ready, and you can go to the hospital to remove the stitches tomorrow."

No more gauze wrapped, a hideous scar stretched across the white and strong thigh, Ye Qian glanced at it and turned his head and muttered softly, "I did it by myself."

The woman who accompanied Yin Moxiang to the hospital the next day that night suddenly popped into his mind, should I ask?But now that his sexual orientation has been determined, that woman is not important, wait... What if the person is bisexual...

Yin Moxiang put down his pants, chuckled lightly, "Do it yourself, let it be bloody again."

"Aren't you very capable?" Ye Qian recalled his calm appearance when he treated the wound that day.

"If this is a compliment, I'll accept it." Yin Moxiang stomped his feet to adjust his sitting posture, put on his seat belt and checked the time before starting the car, "Have you had dinner? If you haven't, I'll take you to eat. "

In fact, Ye Qian went to the cafeteria to have a meal after class at school. He ate grilled pork chops, grilled chicken wings and a big bowl of braised pork rice. He was not very hungry, but he still nodded, "Well, OK."

Yin Moxiang drove the car to a food street, slowed down, and let him choose which one to eat.

"That's it," Ye Qian pointed to a small noodle restaurant between the two big barbecue restaurants and looked back at him. It happened to be a bit greasy after eating at night, and he wanted to eat something light to adjust.

Yin Moxiang glanced at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, "You want me to treat you to noodles?"

"Ah, can't it?" Ye Qian looked at him and blinked.

"No." Yin Moxiang found a place to park the car, and the two of them walked to the small noodle restaurant. After looking at the menu, there were fans. Ye Qian ordered a bowl of offal noodles, and Yin Moxiang ordered beef noodles.

The shop is small, but the layout inside is extremely delicate. On the walls are hand-painted drawings of the scene below. Each table and chair is also painted in style, echoing the wall. There are only six tables, which are placed on the left and right sides, staggered and separated from each other. It's quite open, and it doesn't look like the messy feeling in ordinary small noodle restaurants.

There was a couple and a few students in blue school uniforms eating in the store. It was probably because it was rare to go out in sweaters and shorts in this weather. A few students looked at Yin Moxiang and muttered something in a low voice.

The two found a table on the left near the door and sat opposite each other. When there was a good time, Ye Qian thought in his mind whether he should take the opportunity to ask the woman he saw. Just as he was thinking, Yin Moxiang first He opened his mouth, "Student Ye Qian, why are you outside my house this afternoon?"

Ye Qian was startled by this question and almost choked on his own saliva. He quickly took a sip of the tea at hand, but he didn't realize that the tea was just brewed, and it made the tip of his tongue numb.

"Hiss, huh..." He spit out the tea, stuck out his tongue and slapped it violently with his hands, "Ha... ha... huh..."

"Tsk, silly or not, didn't you see that the boss was steaming when he poured it just now?" Yin Moxiang smiled, took the tea in his hand and poured it out to make a new cup.

Ye Qian rolled his tongue back to him, "Oh, oh, show it to me..."

"Oh, oh, why didn't you tell me, well, my throat feels better today, and my tongue has changed again." Yin Moxiang teased him, but fortunately he didn't continue to ask the question just now, otherwise he would still I really don't know how to explain it, it's too reluctant to say passing by.

While talking, his noodles were served first. The bone soup combined with the unique aroma of beef immediately whetted his appetite. Ye Qian picked up the chopsticks and poked them into his mouth without thinking.

He took a bite and was burned so badly that he wanted to vomit, but thinking of someone watching from the opposite side, he forcibly endured it and swallowed the powder casually.The powder itself was not hot, but the place in his mouth that had just been scalded by the tea immediately became extremely hot when it came into contact with the heat of the powder, and his whole mouth was burning hot.

He put down the chopsticks, Yin Moxiang seemed to see his predicament and asked: "Too hot?"

"En." Ye Qian answered with a voice.

"Then don't eat it, give it to me," Yin Moxiang scooped up the bowl, and called the proprietress who was collecting money at the young couple's table, "Please have another bowl of Liangpi, boil it softer, and don't add spicy." He paused and continued: "No meat, thank you."

After ordering, he turned his head to look at Ye Qian who was protesting and explained, "It's not easy to get angry from eating meat."

Whatever you say, it's your treat anyway, Ye Qian pouted secretly, but the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw Yin Moxiang put a chopstick of powder into his mouth.

Didn't the chopsticks hold the half that he bit into?Still stained with his saliva!

Is this an indirect kiss?Counting the previous moment, wouldn't it be a change from lips touching lips to a kiss with saliva... a kiss of communication... a kiss... a change...

But Yin Moxiang didn't seem to notice it, and he was still eating deliciously... What's the matter with the sudden rapid heartbeat?What's the matter with some heat behind the ears?Ye Qian squeezed his hands and throat tight, his eyes fixed on the chopsticks in his hands and his mouth.

When he and Yin Moxiang came out of the noodle shop and walked for a while, Ye Qian burped his stomach. The vegetarian Liangpi was not very tasty, but he still ate up a big plate, so he could only keep going. Only by eating can he dispel his constant uncontrollable desire to see Yin Moxiang's mouth.

As soon as his belch fell, another belch sounded beside him, longer and louder than his, Yin Moxiang's.Ye Qian secretly glanced at his stomach, there was no change, but it is normal for a person who has eaten a bowl of noodles to burp, but why did he burp after he burped, probably because he was embarrassed before So I kept holding back... Ye Qian secretly smiled in his heart.

"Are you going back now? I'll see you off." Yin Moxiang asked him calmly, unaffected by the hiccup incident.

Ye Qian thought for a while, the old woman would probably scold him for returning so late, so it was better not to let Yin Moxiang bump into that scene, so he said: "No need, my house can be reached by the bus at the intersection in front, I can just go back by myself .”

"Oh," Yin Moxiang nodded, "I just want to go back and look at Qianqian quickly, so you can go back by yourself."

Ye Qian: "..." Are you sure you won't be polite to me?

The car was parked outside a shopping mall at the corner, and it was still a few steps away. Ye Qian had to go straight to take the bus at the intersection ahead, and Yin Moxiang wanted to turn the corner to get the car, so he slowed down and told him to stand beside him. Yin Moxiang who left said in a very casual tone: "Hey, can I leave your phone number?"

"Huh?" Yin Moxiang turned his head to look at him, as if he didn't hear what he said clearly, "What?"

Ye Qian silently slapped his buddies who whizzed past them while honking the car horn at the same time as he spoke, and repeated the words after the slap, "I said, can you give me the phone? "

"Yes." Yin Moxiang agreed, took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

Ye Qian: "..." I said the phone number.

Forget it, he took the phone, swiped it open and dialed his number directly, and when he felt the vibration on his thigh, he immediately hung up and returned it to him.

"Didn't get through?" Yin Moxiang took it and asked suspiciously.

"Well, I didn't get through," Ye Qian happily waved at him, "I'm going over there, bye!"

"Bye." Yin Moxiang smiled and waved to him.

Standing under the street lamp and smiling is so good-looking...Ye Qian thought infatuatedly, one of them didn't notice that his foot was in the air, and he took a few steps forward. He stabilized his figure and looked back for the first time...Yin Moxiang left already.

Fortunately, I didn't watch him off... Why did they watch you off?

He touched his nose and turned back to continue walking. When he reached the next streetlight, he took out his mobile phone and took a selfie.

Hold!How ugly!

The shit yellow light hit the face from the top of the head, and there were inexplicable light spots on the left, right, forehead, and chin. The effect was like a ghost. This was definitely the ugliest selfie he had ever taken in his life.

The old woman was not there when he got home, and he probably went to the square to watch other people dance at this time.

Square dancing is a popular recreational activity in their area in the past two years. The old woman often goes for a walk in the square after dinner to watch other people dance, but she never dances herself. Ye Qian has seen her several times. Wandering around or sitting quietly on the sidelines, as for why the old woman didn't dance, he guessed it was probably because she couldn't bear to pay the annual dance fee or didn't have a partner.

He still learned about the word annual fee from the Chinese paper for the college entrance examination. Before that, he always thought that he could go if he wanted to.

He went back to the room to rest for a while, and when he saw the person in the toilet coming out, he took his clothes and went to take a shower.They all have only one toilet on the first floor, which is shared by several families, and it is at the other end of the corridor farthest from his room. Before he went to junior high school, his bathing activities were usually carried out in the corridor directly with water. Thinking about it now ...and a little embarrassing.

After taking a shower, the old woman just came back, so he brought her the sleeping pills he bought.

"Why didn't you come back for dinner tonight?" the old woman sat on the edge of the bed and asked him suspiciously.

"I ate with my classmates at school." Ye Qian replied.

"I made yours, poured it all, and fed it to the big black outside." The old woman said.

"Oh." Ye Qian responded casually. Dahei is a mangy dog ​​who often hangs around in their area. It started last winter, and he doesn't know where he came from. How long has it been and he is still alive.

He was pouring the medicine into a small bottle that the old woman usually used to hold sleeping pills, when his hand was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and the old woman snatched the bottle and threw it out of the window, "I won't take the medicine you gave me, you want to poison me?" kill me!"

"This is sleeping pills, why are you crazy!" Ye Qian yelled back.

"Why are you yelling! You know how to bully my old woman at home, and dare to do anything when your wings are stiff, just like your bastard father, you heartless brat, don't even think about who is shitting and peeing You pull big!"

The old woman crossed her hips and opened her eyes wide, "You think I don't know that you use dirty medicine to fool my old woman all day long! After I die, you can just go find your bastard bastard bastard! If you don't come back, you will die forever. Don't come back, even if my old woman is going to die, you don't need to worry about it..."

Ye Qian clenched his fists and turned to go out. When he reached the door, something hit his back hard. He strode back to his room without stopping, and slammed the door hard.

Leaning against the door, he took several deep breaths before suppressing the surging anger.

Facing the old woman, he was always easily irritated, and he couldn't control it.

20 years, he actually lived 20 years like this.

Sometimes when I think about it, I really admire myself.

How resistant to setbacks, what kind of psychological endurance test is organized by the school these days, is his ability to resist pressure and blows still needed to be tested?For other people, living in such a home, they would have gone crazy for a hundred and eighty times.

The author has something to say:

Yin Moxiang: Did you secretly save my phone number?

Ye Qian: No.

Yin Moxiang: Huh?

Ye Qian: I saved it openly.