Two pots of water

After hanging up the phone, Qin Zui nestled on the sofa for a long time.

I didn't do anything, I just lay there, smoked, and then my mind was stuck replaying Kancher's tongue twister.

Just like when he drove back in the afternoon, he didn't feel how much time had passed, nor did he feel that he had smoked a few.

Until the sound of knocking on the door came, Tan Zui looked up, and the sky outside the balcony had already darkened.

He frowned, and when he got up, he dumped the cigarette butts in the ashtray into the trash can, and went to turn on the light and open the door.

Jiang Chu was holding his mobile phone outside the door to make a call, when he saw the door opened, he locked the screen again.

"I saw that the window was dark, so I thought you really went out to have dinner with your classmates." He handed the two bags of cold dishes in his hand to Tan Zui.

"No, you won't be able to come in after I go out." Tan Zui took the food and made way for the entrance.

"Yeah, I don't have a key." Jiang Chu changed his shoes, rubbed Tan Zui's back, "What are you doing at home?"

"Sleep." Tan Zui also rubbed him, and went to the kitchen to serve cold dishes.

The smell of cigarettes in the living room was heavier than usual when they smoked together at home.

Jiang Chu glanced at Tan Zui's back, and went to the bedroom to change clothes.

He turned on the light and looked at the bed. Just like before he was dragged by Tan Zui to get an injection in the afternoon, the quilt was still hanging on the edge of the bed by a corner, and there was no sign of lying down.

"Where did you sleep?" Jiang Chu asked, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Sofa." Tan Zui brought out the plate, "It's all mine? Do you want to eat?"

"You eat, I'll sit with you for a while." Jiang Chu knocked on the cigarette case on the coffee table.

I just opened a package last night, and now there is only one left.

Jiang Chu didn't bite, and went to sit next to Tan Zui.

"Auntie, did you say anything?" Tan Zui looked up at him and picked up a piece of sausage.

As soon as he stuffed it into his mouth, he remembered that Jiang Chu's temperature hadn't been taken in the afternoon, so he put down his chopsticks and went to the bedroom to get the thermometer.

"I didn't say anything." Jiang Chu glanced at the scale, and shook it under his arm.

"Then what are you talking about?" Tan Zui sat down and continued to look at him.

Jiang Chu almost opened his mouth and said "nothing to talk about".

Looking into Tan Zui's eyes, he sighed softly, knocked off the cigarette butt in his mouth, and hung the arm without the thermometer on the back of the chair: "Even the master is long and the west is short."

"From my cousin's marriage to Da Ben's daughter-in-law, I still think about the day when Lao Du will get married." Jiang Chu raised his neck and closed his eyes, looking tired, "That's all every day."

"I'm urging you." Tan Zui raised his leg and stepped on the edge of the chair, staring at the two small blisters that emerged from the corners of Jiang Chu's mouth.

Jiang Chu turned his head and opened his eyes to look at him.

"Puppy," he called out.

"Huh?" Tan Zui raised his eyelids to meet his gaze.

"Eat." Jiang Chu said.

Tan Zui lifted the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Jiang Chu: "Eat."

This night, until bedtime, seemed to be no different from any other night.

The relationship between the two is the same as before, how to talk and how to talk, how to joke and how to joke.

Jiang Chu went to turn on the TV, and the house seemed very lively. The two of them listened to the TV and made a reservation for tomorrow's injection and what they wanted to eat.

When Qin Zui finished his meal and went to wash the dishes, Jiang Chu slapped his finger with dishwashing liquid and wiped it on his waist, then leaned on his shoulder and smiled to show him the electronic invitation that Old Du had posted in the group.

Qixi Festival is approaching, Jiang Chu rushes to their group, the biggest thing in the near future is to help prepare for Lao Du and Song Jiao's wedding.

However, the place that should be different is also silently fermenting.

During the interval of not speaking, Jiang Chu and Tan Zui had something on their minds, but neither of them said anything.

Jiang Chu was thinking about his mother.

Mom really didn't say anything to him during the meal, and she was still the same as usual, urging him to talk about a girlfriend, get married and start a family.

Jiang Chu also skillfully perfunctory.

It wasn't until the meal was almost finished that my mother asked, "How's your dad and Tan Shuman's house going? Which real estate?"

"I don't know." Jiang Chu didn't know what mood he was in at the time.

"Here it is again" and "The point of this meal is finally here", two thoughts came out at the same time, twisted together tiredly and upset, from his head to his stomach.

Mom looked up at him.

At that moment, Jiang Chu suddenly thought—if at this moment, he told his mother about him and Tan Zui, what would his mother's reaction be?

In fact, it's just a matter of lip service.

Tear everything apart, maybe at least it will be much happier than it is now, playing scheming with my own mother every day.

This impulsive thought almost flooded his throat, and my mother picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of something on his plate.

"Eat more of this." My mother said, and took Jiang Chu's bowl and scooped him two spoonfuls of soup, "I ordered it specially for you. This restaurant's signature is medicinal food, and I have seen the recipes in Chinese medicine."

"Just follow me." She sat back, took out a napkin to wipe her hands, and sighed with a smile, "I don't bother to ask about the general affairs, anyway, as long as I know what I know."

Jiang Chu looked at the soup bowl and smiled.

He picked up the piece and ate it without tasting anything.

These words can't be said to Tan Zui.

Can't say a word.

Not only was it useless, but it was extremely annoying.

Tan knew best that Jiang Chu didn't want to tell him, so he didn't ask.

He stringed together the circumstances of the last few days.

Jiang Chu asked him to transfer a spinach that day, and then called to say that the company had something to do and couldn't leave. In fact, he went to his mother's place.

So when she heard that Jiang Chu had a fever the next day, her first reaction was how much old ginseng was put in the soup.

At that time, Jiang Chu's mother was already suspicious, but Jiang Chu didn't tell him.

Having dinner at Jiang Liantian's house in the evening, what Jiang Chu and Jiang Liantian talked about in the study must not be just about buying a house.

Jiang Chu's fever in the middle of the night was not due to drinking those two cups of broken wine, it was caused by his inner anger.

Jiang Chu didn't tell him either.

A few days ago, he was in the kitchen listening to Jiang Chu's call back. Jiang Chu's mother probably wanted Jiang Chu to live with her.

Jiang Chu hung up the phone without saying a few words, the fever has not recovered after these days.

Still didn't tell him.

No matter how he thought about the two small bubbles at the corner of his mouth, Tan Zui felt that there were not any in the morning.

The wrong document could be sent to the client, and when I came back from an inexplicable meal with my mother, my face was so angry that I still didn't plan to say anything.

The body temperature finally dropped to 38 degrees, stuck at 37 degrees eight.

Eight eight eight.

Like the bewitched, there are endless eight that cannot be broken.

Tan Zui leaned on the wall with one arm, turned on the water to the maximum, and stood under the shower to pour his back after a long time.

Like a bewitched man, he was still thinking about what Kang Che said.

"Qin Zui?" Jiang Chu knocked outside the bathroom.

Tan Zui pressed the shower button, wiped the water off his face and opened the door.

"Are you swimming in it?" Jiang Chu looked into the bathroom, then stared into Tan Zui's eyes, "It's been half an hour since I took a bath."

"Do you want to use it?" Qin Zui made way for him.

Jiang Chu first touched the water on his shoulder to see if it was cold or hot, and then he said "ah", and tugged his belt in: "Hold your stomach to pee."

Qin Zui took off the bath towel and wiped it carelessly. After wiping, he threw it on the shelf and went straight back to the bedroom.

Jiang Chu tilted his head and stared at Tan's most drenched back as he disappeared outside the door, retracted his gaze and sighed silently.

He is not a pee, how can he urinate so much in a day.

After standing dryly in front of the toilet for a while, he pretended to press the flush button twice, followed by washing his hands and turning off the lights to return to the room.

Tan most didn't turn on the light in the bedroom, Jiang Chu went in in the dark and saw his back in a blur.

He went up and kissed Qin Zui's ear, and stroked his head: "Baby dog."

"What are you shouting for?" Tan Zui hugged the pillow, buried half of his face in it and smiled, "My back is numb."

"What's wrong." Jiang Chu stood still, his chin resting on the side of Tan Zui's neck, "Like it or hate it?"

"Is there something better?" Tan Zui didn't move, and asked in a low voice.

"Baby?" Jiang Chu called out again.

"Numb again," Tan Zui moved his shoulder blades, "Do you feel it?"

Jiang Chu laughed out of his nasal cavity.

After playing Jenga quietly for a while, Tan Zui turned over and brought Jiang Chu down, calling "Brother".

"Huh?" Jiang Chu opened his eyes.

"Talk for a while," Tan Zui said.

"Say." Jiang Chu covered the quilt and found a comfortable position to lie on his side.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Tan Zui looked at him.

Qin knew best that Jiang Chu understood what he was asking.

This is Jiang Chu, he spends time every day and can't get tired of staring at people. Tan doesn't need to analyze all his small pauses and transitions, as long as he looks at him, he can feel them.

But Jiang Chu still chose not to say anything to him.

"Pretending to be like a dog." He looked at Tan for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab that one, "I want to ask this one."

Qin Zui paused, took a long breath slowly, and continued to stare at Jiang Chu.

"Dog thing." Jiang Chu smiled and raised his finger to flick him.

Qin squinted his eyes hard.

Jiang Chu was trying to find a position that would save his arms, when Tan Zui pulled out his wrist and asked, "Tell me the truth, Jiang Chu, are you feeling bad?"

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Chu sighed weakly and said, "What do you want?"

He simply sat up with his pillow upright, and raised his chin towards himself: "Uncomfortable, are you thinking about how to arrange it?"

Qin Zui looked at him silently.

The two stared at each other for a while, Jiang Chu was about to pat him on the face to say sleep, when Tan Zuo threw him down with Xijia.

Jiang Chu was pushed forward so bald, the back of his head knocked off the bed with a "dong".

"Fuck." He cursed under his throat, pulled the pillow back up again, and then took another shallow breath.

Raising his hand to rub his head, Jiang Chu stared at the back of Qin Zui's head in front of him, and suddenly remembered the afternoon when he went to pick up someone at the train station a few years ago.

How was he feeling then?

Perfunctory, impatient, feeling time-consuming and troublesome, and also nauseated by the summer sun.

He still remembered the inexplicable intuition of "I found someone" when he turned around and saw Tan Zui's face when he was about to pull him away.

It's really inexplicable.

Standing between the pictures at that time and the present, Jiang Chu seemed to have opened up a third perspective in a trance.

Tan Zui, who was like a wild dog in front of the train station, looked at him with indifference and vigilance.

The two stood face to face, and no one could have imagined what kind of relationship would become in the future.

Jiang Chu stretched out his hand and rubbed Tan's shortest hair.

If time could be turned back, would he agree to pick up Qin Zui?

If he could know the follow-up in advance and know what kind of changes this puppy will bring to his life, he would still...

Jiang Chu's hypothesis was not finished.

He was still walking aimlessly, Tan Zui moved his head, looked up at him, and frowned.

"Huh?" Jiang Chu hurriedly recovered.

Tan Zui didn't speak, picked up a soft tape measure with two fingers, and shook it at him.