I heard you asked me to take a bath

As soon as Lu Xian opened the door of his house, he saw the mess all over the house. He sighed, went in and picked up the sundries on the ground, and put them on the table one by one.Song Yang walked in and saw the empty window, "tsk tsk" twice: "What did I say, your shabby house can't withstand the seventeenth typhoon."

While tidying up the room, Lu Xian replied unconvinced: "Yes, your house is the strongest, the boss is awesome, give the boss a thumbs up!"

"I'm not showing off." Song Yang was about to say something, but Lu Xian kicked his leather shoes in disgust: "Don't get in the way."

Song Yang took a step aside and continued, "I mean, you might as well move in and live with me."

"Stop joking." Lu Xian stopped what he was doing. "I don't live with you."

"Why? What's good about living here? What's wrong with me?"

"..." Lu Xian was at a loss for words for a while, and couldn't give a reason for a long time. After a long time, he choked out a sentence, "It's not convenient."

Song Yang raised his eyebrows: "What's the inconvenience?" Then he looked him up and down, "Are you here for aunt or what?"

"Fuck you." Lu Xian turned around and ignored him.

Song Yang saw that he was a bit like a little daughter-in-law, so he couldn't help laughing "hehe", looked around the room, saw a wooden cabinet lying on the ground, and walked over: "How long do you have to tidy up? let me help you."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the cabinet, Lu Xian rushed over like a hen guarding its cubs, blocking the cabinet behind: "I will do it myself."

Song Yang was upset all of a sudden: "What's the matter with you, you don't live in my house, and you don't let me touch your things, do you really regard me as a friend?"

"..."

Sorry, not really.

Lu Xian said in his heart.

Song Yang rolled up his sleeves: "Get up."

Lu Xian stood firmly in front of the cabinet: "I can do it myself."

Song Yang lost his patience, and directly picked up Lu Xian and threw him on the bed beside him, then bent down to help the cabinet.

"Hey!" Lu Xian who was thrown on the bed was also stunned.

What Song Yang didn't expect was that the cabinet door screw was loose, and it opened with a slight touch. Before he had time to straighten it, the things inside fell out with a "bang".

"boom--"

A beautiful champagne hit the ground and shattered.

The wine was scattered all over the floor, and the aroma of the wine filled the whole room in an instant.

Song Yang didn't expect to do something bad with good intentions, he couldn't hold back his face, and coughed softly: "I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new bottle."

But when he turned his head to look at Lu Xian, the expression on Lu Xian's face was not the distress that should be caused by smashing a bottle of champagne, but - panic.

It was as if some secret had been discovered, and it was frightening.

Song Yang glanced at the champagne on the ground again, and frowned—isn't this the bottle he sent?

This kid hasn't had a drink yet, and he doesn't put it in the refrigerator, so what is he doing in the locked cabinet.

Moving his eyes up, he looked in through the half-open cabinet door, and saw the familiar objects placed inside.

Scarves, gloves, postcards, chocolates...

Song Yang's eyes swept over these items one by one, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

This chocolate looks like it's been around for a long time.

On the Christmas day of his senior year, Song Yang and Lu Xian had made an appointment to go to the movies together, but a beautiful girl in the department suddenly confessed to him, Song Yang hesitated for a moment between the beauty and his brother, then bowed his head to the beauty , released Luxian pigeons.

When he returned to the dormitory the next day, he saw Lu Xianwo playing with his mobile phone on the bed, so he walked over and asked guiltily, "What's inside, you didn't wait long last night, did you?"

Lu Xian's voice muffled from under the quilt: "Who's waiting for you? Last night I had something to do, so I didn't go to the cinema at all."

Song Yang felt relieved: "Oh, that's good."

Then he took out a box of chocolates from his pocket and threw them on the bed: "This is for you, although it's a bit late... Merry Christmas."

Lu Xian stretched out his hand from under the quilt, picked up the chocolate, looked at it, and lay back down again: "Tch, what kind of chocolate is given between men, it's disgusting."

"Hey, you kid, are you looking for smoke?" Song Yang pretended to climb to the upper bunk. He was tall and tall, and he could easily reach Lu Xian's bed by stepping on any ladder.He put his hand into Lu Xian's quilt, pinched his waist and cursed: "I was thinking of buying you a gift when I was dating, but you weren't moved? Come on, tell me Merry Christmas!"

While avoiding his cold hands, Lu Xian said, "Christmas is over!"

"I have to talk about it! If you don't tell me, I don't feel consummated."

Lu Xian couldn't resist him, so he could only compromise and say in a low voice: "Merry Christmas..."

Song Yang pinched his face contentedly: "Good boy."

Lu Xian shrank into the quilt and ignored him.

Song Yang thought that this box of chocolates had been thrown away by Lu Xian a long time ago, but he still kept it.

Beside the chocolates, there is a stack of postcards neatly placed.

It was the summer after graduating from university. When Song Yang traveled to Paris with his family, he sent Lu Xian a total of seven.

The first one is the Eiffel Tower, next to it is written flamboyantly: to Xiaoxian, it's so cold here, and the French girls are so beautiful.

The second Seine River, with words: to Xiaoxian, I started to feel bored, I don't know why.

The third piece of Notre Dame, with the words: to Xiaoxian, you should write back to me!

The fourth Louvre, with the words: to Xiaoxian, I really can't get used to the food here, I miss your fried poached eggs.

The fifth Champs-Elysées, with words: to Xiaoxian, it’s very beautiful here, I don’t know why, I want to bring you here once.

The sixth Luxembourg, with words: to Xiaoxian, why don't you write me back, don't you miss me?

The seventh Arc de Triomphe, with the words: to Xiaoxian, you have the guts, but you really don't reply a single one. You will wait for me when you return to China tomorrow.

Song Yang thought that Lu Xian didn't care about these postcards at all, but he kept them neatly.

He turned his head to look at Lu Xian, opened his mouth, and just about to speak, Lu Xian walked over quickly, closed the cabinet door, and said, "Go, I don't need your help here."

Song Yang stood in front of him, his tall figure enveloped him, no one spoke for a while, and something seemed to flow in the air.

Lu Xian's heart was in his throat - please, don't ask...

I beg you.

Otherwise, I really can't even be friends...

In the end, Song Yang didn't ask anything, just said: "Okay, I'll go first, if you need anything, call me."

"Um……"

After Song Yang left, Lu Xian's shoulders drooped like a collapse, feeling powerless like the rest of his life.

He took a broom and swept the fragments of the champagne bottle into the trash can little by little, and then mopped them dry. The wine stains on the ground slowly evaporated and then disappeared.

Lu Xian stopped his movements and stood there with his hands on the mop. He suddenly felt that it was difficult to even breathe—it was so hard, it was really hard... Such a day... such a dreadful day, I really don't want to go through it... …

On the Christmas day of my senior year, there have been people performing confession scenes downstairs in the dormitory since Christmas Eve.It seems that it would be a waste not to do something with my sweetheart on this day.

Lu Xian and Song Yang came back from the classroom and passed by the girls' dormitory. They saw a group of people booing there. Looking through the gaps in the heads, a young couple was kissing passionately among a circle of heart-shaped candles.

"Another successful confession." When Song Yang spoke, a puff of white air floated in the air.

"Well, the word Christmas sounds romantic." After Lu Xian finished speaking, he couldn't help but sneezed.

"Are you cold? Come, come, I will warm you up." Song Yang grabbed Lu Xian's hand and put it in his thick coat pocket.

Lu Xian was startled, and hurriedly pulled out his hand: "Crazy."

Song Yang smiled and said nothing.

Their dormitory is on the fifth floor. The two of them climbed the stairs one after the other. Lu Xian followed behind him, looking at his shadow. For some reason, his brain twitched, and he blurted out and asked, "Do you have a date tomorrow?" ?”

Immediately after he finished speaking, he shut his mouth, his heart pounding.

"Tomorrow?" Song Yang thought for a while, "No."

"Then..." Lu Xian felt that he must be crazy, his hands clenched into fists and trembling slightly, "Do you want to go to the movies together?"

Song Yang stopped and looked back at him: "Are you with me?"

Lu Xian quickly turned his face to other places: "Because, because no one else is free..."

"Tomorrow..." Song Yang thought for five seconds. To Lu Xian, this short five seconds seemed as long as a century.

"Okay." Finally, Song Yang readily agreed, without any doubts.

Lu Xian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little excited in his heart.

But the next night, Song Yang didn't show up. He waited for two hours by himself at the entrance of the cinema, and when the movie was over, Song Yang didn't come either.

Looking at his lonely shadow under the light, he felt a little ridiculous.

Back in the dormitory, I received a text message from Song Yang: My phone ran out of battery just now, so I didn't have time to tell you, Xin Xue asked me out, I can't come today, I will make it up to you next time.

After reading the text message, Lu Xian put the phone on the table and ignored it.

In the evening, when Song Yang didn't come back, Lu Xian wrapped himself in the quilt and thought - yes, the word Christmas seems to be inherently romantic, but how could this romance have anything to do with him?

Sure enough, he was too whimsical.

The next day, Song Yang came back and apologized sincerely to him.Lu Xian didn't want him to know that he had waited for two hours, so he lied to him that he didn't go either.

Song Yang threw him a box of chocolates and said "Merry Christmas."

Hearing these four words in Lu Xian's ears, his eyes almost warmed up.

How much he wanted to hear these four words on Christmas Day...

He hugged the box of chocolates and hid in the dark quilt, thinking: Secret love is really a very useless thing, it is obviously just a random gift from the other party, and it can make me happy for so long.

Lu Xian threw the last piece of broken glass into the trash can, thought for a while, turned around and opened the cabinet door, took out the box of chocolates, and threw them into the trash can together.

That's it, why make yourself so tired?

It's not going to work anyway, so what am I expecting?

After tidying up the whole room, it was already evening, Lu Xian was so tired that he slumped on the bed and didn't want to move, he didn't even have the strength to go downstairs to pack a takeaway.

"Ding——" Suddenly, a short message came from the phone, it was Song Yang, and the content was only three words: "Have you eaten yet?"

Lu Xian was a little surprised. He thought that Song Yang would not contact him again, at least in the short term.

Because the things in that cabinet are too obvious, as long as you think about it for a while, you can guess something.

Could it be that Song Yang was so nervous that he didn't think of anything?

Lu Xian turned over and replied, "Not yet."

"Oh, wait for me for a few minutes."

When Song Yang sent this sentence, there was no more text, and Lu Xian was also a little inexplicable-wait for him for a few minutes?what?

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and Lu Xian dragged his tired body to open the door.

I saw Song Yang holding a super large packing bag in his left hand, and a bottle of champagne in his right hand, and handed it over: "Here, I will pay you."

Lu Xian froze in place, twitching the corners of his mouth - God... I really don't know how to deal with it!

Song Yang walked in, put the packing bag on the table, took out a lot of food from it, then turned to Lu Xian who hadn't reacted yet and said, "What are you doing in a daze, aren't you hungry?"

Lu Xian: "..."

He fluctuated in his heart for a long time, and finally gave up struggling, and sat down at the dining table with a sad face.

Today Song Yang packed crayfish and beef rice on a sizzling plate. When he opened the lunch box, the aroma wafted out.

Lu Xian felt—as if he was really hungry.

"What shows have you watched recently?"

Song Yang opened the video page and browsed boredly.

Lu Xian said, "I don't know, just look at the leaderboard."

In the end, they randomly clicked on a program. This program was about the game of lying. The host had a Pinocchio prop in his hand. When Pinocchio’s nose stuck out, everything the guest said must be a lie. With this opportunity to ask spicy questions, some guests were overwhelmed, and the show was full of laughs.

Halfway through, Song Yang suddenly said, "Let's play this too."

Lu Xian glanced at him: "Are you childish?"

"Play with me for a while." Song Yang insisted.

"..." Lu Xian didn't know what was going on with him, so he nodded, "Just play for a while."

"Is there any action movie of Tibetan Island in Xiaoxian's computer?" Song Yang asked first.

"..." Lu Xian instinctively wanted to answer no, but realized that he should be ironic, so he changed his words and said, "Yes, there are many, a whole disk is full."

Song Yang raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect you to be so innocent."

"None of your business." Lu Xian bowed his head and took a bite of his rice, "It's my turn, how old were you the first time?"

Song Yang thought for a while: "Very late, very late, for a reserved person like me, it will definitely be in the future."

Lu Xian: "..." OK, as long as you are happy.

"It's my turn." Song Yang gradually lost his smile, looked at Lu Xian, and asked seriously: "Do you like me?"

do you like me?

These five words sounded like thunder in Lu Xian's ears.

It made his head dizzy.

He couldn't hear what the people in the video were saying, he just felt like his heart was about to burst.

He didn't answer, Song Yang just looked at him quietly.

That look made him break out in a cold sweat.

After a long time, Lu Xian swallowed his saliva and said, "I like it."