boiled frog

After that time, the relationship between the two was quite normal, although there was inevitable embarrassment and silence when alone, Qi Yang still used to go to Wen Qing's house to make breakfast in the morning before starting his day's work.

In August of the summer vacation, he didn't miss a single day.

When school was about to start, one day at the end of August, Qi Yang went to Wen Qing's place in the morning as usual, but found that there was no food in the refrigerator.

He was about to go downstairs when he saw Wen Qing was washing up, dressed to go out.

"Do you want to buy something?" Qi Yang changed his shoes, "Don't come out, it's so hot outside, I'll bring you what to buy."

Wen Qing brushed her teeth, with a sleepy face, mumbled and didn't know what to say.

"...Then I'll go first."

"Oh! #%@&..." Wen Qing said with gestures, but Qi Yang still didn't understand what he wanted to express.

He sighed and sat back on the sofa, "I'll wait for you, let's go together."

Only then did Wen Qing give an "en" in satisfaction, and concentrated on brushing his teeth.

Boss Xiao didn't return all night yesterday, he was probably busy at the bar, and Wen Qing was the only one in the room.

After warming and washing for a while, I went out with Qi Yang.

"So, what on earth did you come downstairs for?"

"Buying food."

"Didn't I say I bought it?"

"...I just want to try what it's like to buy groceries."

Qi Yang silently lit a candle for himself.

Wen Qing and Xiao Jingzhou never cooked at home before, so they never bought groceries. It wasn't until Qi Yang came to make breakfast for them that their refrigerator looked like a refrigerator.

Qi Yang felt that he might be a jerk for hiding his attributes, and he came here every morning to serve these two masters, leaving Xiao Tao'er alone at home with great resentment.

So in this situation now, is the little nanny at home taking the owner to experience life!

Seeing Qi Yang's gloomy face and not speaking, Wen Qing thought he was upset because they didn't come out to buy food because there was no food in the refrigerator at home, so he hurriedly said: "From now on, we will replenish ingredients every day, and we will never let the refrigerator sit idle."

Qi Yang smiled, "No, there will be no ingredients in the future, let's buy together."

Wen Qing froze when she heard "we two", then nodded with a smile.

The air in the morning still carried the heat of summer, but it already had a bit of autumnal coolness. With the breeze blowing, Wen Qing couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the refreshing smell filled his nostrils.

Qi Yang looked at him with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

They entered the supermarket together, pushed a shopping cart at the door, Qi Yang pushed the cart and went straight to the grocery shopping place, Wen Qing looked left and right, with a curious and excited expression on his face.

"No," Qi Yang took a few steps back and walked back to Wen Qing who was still in the snack area, "...you haven't even been to the supermarket?"

Wen Qing looked back at him and nodded, there were little stars twinkling in his eyes.

"...Then how do you usually buy daily necessities?" Qi Yang couldn't accept it.

Wen Qing said, "Taobao."

Qi Yang: "..."

Qi Yang took this big kid in his 30s and moved slowly in the supermarket. He felt that if Wen Qing was not 1.8 meters big, he would definitely jump into the shopping cart cheerfully and let him push him around in circles.

Little Wen took Mama Qi by the side, went up to have a look at everything he saw, touched it, and liked to throw it into the shopping cart, and the shopping cart was full after a while.

Qi Yang has been pushing the shopping cart to the side and watching quietly, he thinks it's time to go back to the door to pick up another cart.

When Qi Yang was in a daze, Wen Qing piled a small bench into the tall shopping cart.

Qi Yang didn't care about what Wen Qing took just now, now he stretched his head to look into the car, and subconsciously rubbed his temples.

"...Wen Qing, what are you buying so much toilet paper for, are you opening the toilet?!"

"Buy more, it will take longer..."

"Also, what are you a big man doing with a tampon, leaving it for your future wife?!"

"No, actually..."

"It's not... Are you playing crossing lines? And get a professional trekking pole?!"

"I……"

"What is this... an electric iron? Are you going to set your house on fire, you unearthly thing?!"

"..."

"...When did you move in a folding wardrobe? Don't you have a wardrobe in your house?!"

"..."

Qi Yang was panting from scolding, while Wen Qing looked like a child who did something wrong, keeping his head down and not saying a word.

People coming and going next to them all looked at this strange pair standing in the middle of the supermarket with a giant shopping cart and didn't speak.

After a while, Qi Yang waved his hand, "...buy it, buy it, and make a good offering at home."

Only then did Wen Qing look up at him with a smile, "Thank you, Mom."

Qi Yang glared at him, then turned around and took another shopping basket in his hand, he couldn't let Wen Qing go shopping like this again.

When he came back, there were only shopping carts piled high in front of him, and Wen Qing was gone. He thought he might have seen something again, but suddenly he heard Wen Qing's voice.

"Qi Yang, I'm here."

Qi Yang bent down and looked between the legs of the chair on the top stool, Wen Qing was smiling brightly on the other side of the stool.

Qi Yang felt the veins popping up in his head, "...Wen Qing, push the cart, let's go buy some food and make breakfast at home..."

"En, good!" Wen Qing straightened up happily, turned to the back of the car to push the cart, saw that Qi Yang was carrying a basket, and went to the grocery shopping side together.

This will be more gentle and peaceful, probably the freshness has passed, and I honestly pushed the cart and followed Qi Yang, watching Qi Yang pick up vegetables in the basket from time to time, suddenly feeling in a trance.

It's like... couples come together to buy groceries and go home to cook.

"What are you in a daze for?" Qi Yang felt that there is no need to be too polite with Wen Qing today, this person is no different from a child at this time, an adult should discipline him carefully, "I was talking to you just now...Which one do you want to eat, zucchini or potato?"

"Ah, oh, zucchini, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Qi Yang nodded, picked a zucchini and put it in the basket, and continued to move forward.

Wen Qing pushed the cart and followed behind, watching Qi Yang picking up two Chinese cabbages as if he was comparing them, he felt a small sense of happiness, this kind of spontaneous feeling even Wen Qing didn't notice it, he just bent over Lying on the armrest of the car, through the gap between the four legs of his beloved stool, he looked at Qi Yang who was seriously picking up the vegetables in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

Because Little Wen bought a mess of big and small bags, it was already morning when they got home wheezing.

"We still have breakfast," Qi Yang wiped the sweat off his head, "let's make lunch directly."

"Skipping breakfast will lower your IQ." Wen Qing said seriously.

Qi Yang looked at him, "You definitely didn't eat breakfast when you were young."

Wen Qing was stunned, "...how do you know?"

Wen Qing was overjoyed to see Qi Yang by the side, and it took him a long time to realize that he was going to fight after chasing Qi Yang.

"Who are you saying has a low IQ!"

"Haha, obviously you said it would lower your IQ."

"I... I didn't say I won't eat breakfast!"

"Haha, low IQ, haha!"

"Hey--"

The two of them were fighting in the living room of this small apartment. Both of them are men in their twenties and thirties. At this time, no one noticed or cared about their childishness. The smile on their faces was like that of a child. sincere.

Qi Yang fell backwards and was chased by Wen Qing, one accidentally tripped over the sofa leg, and fell on the long sofa while lying down, Wen Qing was dragged down by Qi Yang who subconsciously stretched out his hand before Wen Qing was behind him.

With a cry of surprise, he pressed his knee on the armrest of the sofa and threw himself on Qi Yang who fell on the sofa just now.

Before the two of them had time to react to what happened in an instant, they both maintained their postures in a daze.

Wen Qing was lying in Qi Yang's arms, with Qi Yang's beating heartbeat on his head, and his breathing was a little short for a while.

Qi Yang's hand was still in the posture of gently hugging Wen Qing, Wen Qing's breath was transmitted to his chest through Xia Tian's cool short sleeves, he raised one hand, and gently placed it on top of Wen Qing's head.

Wen Qing raised his head subconsciously, Qi Yang slowly brushed up Wen Qing's messy hair on his forehead, stood up slightly, and lowered his head to kiss him on the head.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, and there were only two beating hearts tightly dependent on each other.

"Click." The sound of the key unlocking the lock suddenly sounded.

The two of them got up quickly when they heard the voice, Wen Qing pressed his hands on the soft sofa to no avail, and fell directly into Qi Yang's arms, who half sat and hugged him.

This is what Xiao Jingzhou saw when he came in.

The atmosphere suddenly got a little awkward.

Qi Yang didn't even look at Xiao Jingzhou, he helped Wen Qing get up first, and then sat up on the sofa.

Xiao Jingzhou just nodded to Qi Yang, said "I'm sorry you are always here to cook", and went back to the house, took his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Qi Yang scratched his head and said to Wen Qing, "Why don't I bring you a lunch today to improve the food?"

Wen Qing came back to her senses, smiled and said yes.

Qi Yang was absent-minded about making lunch, his mind was full of Wen Qing's bright eyes when he raised his head to look at him, he raised his hand and touched his lips, as if there was still some touching touch on them.

Wen Qing was sorting out the "treasures" he had bought outside, and he couldn't put it down any of them. Suddenly he picked up a long bag, paused and walked behind Qi Yang who was cooking.

"Qi Yang," the cooker hood in the kitchen was turned on loudly, and Wen Qing called him again before Qi Yang heard it.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yang turned to look at him.

"This is for you, I just saw it when I was sorting things out."

Qi Yang stared blankly at the trekking pole in Wen Qing's hand, remembering that he seemed to be scolding others for buying this not long ago.

Wen Qing said with a smile: "I think you are good at climbing mountains. I think you are a person who often goes up mountains. It feels safer to have this."

Qi Yang put the cooking spoon into the pot casually, and took the trekking pole Wen Qing handed over with both hands, feeling that the oily smoke was a little too big, making his eyes smudged.

Seeing that Qi Yang frowned and looked at the trekking pole without saying a word for a while, Wen Qing thought he didn't like it, "...well, I don't know much about this, but it seems to have a lot of functions, so if you... ah……"

Qi Yang hugged him tightly.

"...Thank you, Wen Qing, thank you, I like it very much."

"... Cough, as long as you like it, as long as you like it." Wen Qing smiled unnaturally, and came out of Qi Yang's arms.

During lunch, Xiao Jingzhou came out of the room, washed up, sat down at the table, and thanked Qi Yang as usual.

"He has been like this recently, and he only sees it at mealtimes." Wen Qing took a bite of the zucchini he ordered, "En, it's delicious."

Qi Yang nodded, and suddenly asked Wen Qing, "Do you know how to draw?"

Wen Qing looked up at him in surprise, "...Yes, but I haven't drawn for a long time... How do you know?"

"You have a callus at the base of your palm, just now...you hit me."

Wen Qing recalled the scene just now, seeing that Xiao Jingzhou was also there, his face flushed slightly, and he bowed his head to pick up the rice with a busy "Oh".

Qi Yang looked at him, "When will you draw me a picture?"

"...Huh?" Wen Qing raised his head, with a grain of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth.

"...idiot," Qi Yang smiled, raised his hand to help him remove the grain of rice, and put it in his mouth as if nothing had happened, "Ah, what, I said draw a portrait of me."

Wen Qing froze for a moment, seeing that Qi Yang was still smiling, and his mouth was still moving slightly, chewing the grain of rice just beside his mouth.

His face, which had been slightly red just now, was now glowing red.

"Ah, yes..." Wen Qing agreed in a daze.

Xiao Jingzhou, who was eating quietly at the side, stuttered his chopsticks, looking at Wen Qing with complicated eyes and a dim and uncertain expression.

Qi Yang looked at Wen Qing and Xiao Jingzhou silently, his heart moved slightly.

He knew that Mingjin used to go to the park to see Wen Qing who was sketching portraits to earn some pocket money, and he also knew that since Mingjin banned Wen Qing from going to the park to sketch again, he never went there again.

When Ming Jin was alive, he was not allowed to go, and after death, there was something called the dead man restrained him. Over the years, Wen Qing never took a paintbrush again, and the calluses on his hands faded a lot.

Now, Qi Yang said that he wanted Wen Qing to draw a portrait, and Wen Qing agreed.

Xiao Jingzhou ate in silence, with flickering spots in his eyes.

Wen Qing used to be a person who liked to play drums and draw pictures. Since the catastrophe five years ago, everything has disappeared.

He stopped playing drums, painted pictures, and didn't do anything related to that person.

Xiao Jingzhou also persuaded him many times, his life was gray and cold, even Ming Jin didn't want to see him ruining himself like this, but Wen Qing's response was always a fruitless smile, neither resisting nor accepting.

Today, he agreed, agreed to pick up the paintbrush again, and paint a portrait of this man named Qi Yang.

Xiao Jingzhou looked at the flushed Wen Qing talking to Qi Yang with a smile on his face, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. He couldn't even explain this feeling, whether it was for Wen Qing or himself.