Out of place

Cheng Boyan glanced at him, turned around and went into the kitchen without saying a word.

Xiang Xi has a special temperament, that is, even if you know exactly what kind of person he is, know the shitty things he did in all kinds of gangster states, and remember his inadvertent ruffian... But he changed his expression When speaking with the tone, it still makes people soft.

Cheng Boyan didn't know whether it was Xiang Xi's high skill or his own weakness. In short, because of Xiang Xi's words just now, he now showed all his cooking skills to a pile of ingredients.

Of course, all his cooking skills are to wash and cut and throw them into the pot together.

Lean meat porridge is best. There is ready-made lean minced meat in the refrigerator. After washing the rice, throw it in the pot, put water in it, and press the porridge button, and the job is over.

When he had a fever, he couldn't eat much, only a bowl of porridge, but it seemed that Xiang Xi's illness didn't affect his stomach capacity, so Cheng Boyan made egg drop soup again, and finally stewed a pot of lean meat Chinese cabbage hearts.

He himself had never cooked so many dishes at one time, and the porridge was ready when he finished his work. There should be a qualitative leap in taste.

He took a bite.

Sighed.

Probably will never be able to find the reason why my own cooking is so unpalatable.

"Eat as much as you want, anyway, what you eat is mainly the content, you have to eat these things," Cheng Boyan called Xiang Xi up from the bed, sat at the table and looked at him, "It's enough to be nourished."

"Brother, thank you for your hard work." Xiang Xi smiled and rubbed his hands, "I just broke out in a sweat, and I feel much better... You actually look beautiful when you cook."

"Eat it," Cheng Boyan put a bowl of porridge in front of him, "I think so too, it's pretty, just imagine it should be delicious when you eat it."

Xiang Xi smiled for a long time: "Brother, it's fun when you're not so serious."

Xiang Xi ate quickly, he finished a bowl of very hot porridge in a few mouthfuls, and then gave Cheng Boyan a thumbs up: "This porridge is really good, brother, I'm not trying to comfort you, this porridge is really good."

"Well, because the porridge doesn't need me to intervene," Cheng Boyan smiled, "so I usually eat mixed bean porridge in the morning."

"These two dishes are also very good." Xiang Xi poured himself another bowl of porridge, "The main reason is that you can taste the salt. According to Director Xu's standard, the amount of salt in this meal alone today Is it too high?"

"It's already unpalatable, but it doesn't taste salty anymore, it's too cruel to the patient," Cheng Boyan looked at him, "You drink the porridge slowly and let it cool down."

"Why?" Xiang Xi held the bowl, "You have to drink the porridge warm."

"It's easy to burn the esophagus," Cheng Boyan said, "and it doesn't sound good."

Xiang Xi held the bowl and blew, then sighed again: "You mainly don't want to hear the movement, right?"

"It's mainly because it's bad for your health." Cheng Boyan emphasized, and went into the kitchen to give him a spoon.

"Then I'll take it easy." Xiang Xi took a mouthful of the porridge with a spoon, and was very careful not to make a sound, "I'm the kind of person who eats... I don't have the rules. Sometimes I even squat in the alley with a bowl in my mouth. to eat."

"What kind of person?" Cheng Boyan frowned.

"People who are vulgar, gangsters, hooligans, people who grew up in Zhaojiayao." Xiang Xi smiled, "If you don't tell me, I usually don't notice these things."

"You don't want to be 'this kind of person'?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Who wants it? You don't know how much I am... Anyway, if I want to, I won't let Uncle Ping..." Xiang Xi closed his mouth in the middle of speaking, buried his head in two mouthfuls of porridge, and didn't make a sound, "It's just that there are some things Well, it's been ten years, and the flesh and blood of the husband and wife are connected."

"Just do it, it's useless to just think and talk, do what you can do, change what you can change," Cheng Boyan picked up a chopstick of cabbage, and chewed slowly, "Even if it's just a little bit, if you move it, it won't stay in place Now, there is nothing to be discouraged, you have not touched porcelain."

"I just wanted to touch porcelain by the way," Xiang Xi laughed, smiled for a while and then stopped smiling, "but I didn't do anything else, really."

"Isn't that good?" Cheng Boyan smiled, "Eat, and go to sleep after eating."

Xiang Xi finished his meal seriously, and when Cheng Boyan cleaned up the dishes to wash, he sat by the table without moving.

It was the first time someone said such words to him, and it was the first time someone affirmed his little efforts and changes and told him "very good". This feeling is amazing.

The life photographer also chatted with him about the life of "this kind of person", but he just explored and recorded, and sighed by the way. Unlike Cheng Boyan, Cheng Boyan was not interested in his past life, and he didn't even ask a word, but When he was confused, he gave him the first sentence of affirmation in more than ten years.

Even just a little.

Nothing to be discouraged about.

pretty good.

"Go and lie down," Cheng Boyan said after washing the dishes and seeing him still sitting, "It will be troublesome if you catch a cold later."

"I've just been lying in the hospital for several months, now I don't want to stay in bed anymore," Xiang Xi scratched his head, "Can I put on some more clothes and sit on the sofa?"

Cheng Boyan glanced at him and sighed: "Okay, I'll get you a thick dress, don't wear the clothes you wear when you go out."

"I still have clean ones," Xiang Xi laughed, "You really..."

Cheng Boyan went into the room and took a piece of clothing out and threw it to him. Xiang Xi was stunned when he shook it off: "What is this?"

"I wear it to watch TV in winter," Cheng Boyan said, "I bought it for playing, and I don't need it even if there is heating. Now you wear it just right."

"No, I mean...this is clothes?" Xiang Xi looked at the sleeping bag-like thing in his hand, "Isn't this a tube, how do I get in?"

"There's a zipper at the back, just open it and get in. Put your head on one side of the hole, and put your legs on the other side of the two holes." Cheng Boyan came over to help him unzip the zipper, and then pulled it open, "Drill in."

"Let me tell you first, brother, I've been sweating all the time, and I covered my whole body with sweat after I went in. Your clothes probably need to be washed with sulfuric acid." Xiang Xi hesitated, "If you can't take it anymore, throw it away, what a waste. "

"Go in," Cheng Boyan shook his clothes, "I'm not exaggerating, I'll send you off at worst."

Xiang Xi got into the cotton tube, which was very long. After poking his legs and head out of the hole, he found that the tube covered all the way to his calves.

"Not bad, suitable." Cheng Boyan zipped him up behind him.

There was an obvious smile in Cheng Boyan's voice, Xiang Xi turned his head and glanced at him: "Is there a mirror? How am I now?"

"It's beautiful," Cheng Boyan laughed, and couldn't stop laughing without hiding it at all. He sat down on the sofa and pointed at him, "Come and take a few steps and let me see."

"Cheng Boyan!" Xiang Xi looked down at himself, feeling like a cotton-covered post box with floral patterns, "Did you make me wear this on purpose!"

"It's on purpose, isn't it because you're afraid you'll be cold?" Cheng Boyan propped his fingers on his forehead and looked at him with a smile, "I have a mirror in my room, go take a look at it."

"Let me take a look," Xiang Xi walked towards the bedroom, and stopped as soon as he took a step. He couldn't move. Come out?"

"If you stretch out your hand, it will destroy the overall sense." Cheng Boyan smiled for a long time before saying, "There are two slits on both sides, you can stretch your hand out, look for it."

Xiang Xi found the two slits, stretched out his hand, and jumped into the room vigorously: "Where is the mirror!"

"In the cabinet door." Cheng Boyan said in the living room.

Xiang Xi opened the cabinet door, saw the mirror behind the door, and saw himself in the mirror at the same time, he was stunned for a while before slowly moving back to the living room: "Brother, can you tell me your motivation for buying this thing in the first place?" what is it?"

"I think it's fun." Cheng Boyan said.

"Did you wear it?" Xiang Xi moved to stand in front of him, "Did you wear this thing?"

"No, I just bought it and tried it." Cheng Boyan waved his hand, "Sit and go."

Xiang Xi moved to the side and sat down. After sitting for a while, he felt more comfortable in a ball, so he took off his shoes, retracted his feet, and retracted his legs directly from the hole into the cotton tube. He was happy, and retracted his hands. On the other side of the sofa: "Brother, silkworm cocoon, does it look like it?"

Cheng Boyan glanced at him: "There is an extra head."

Xiang Xi struggled for a long time, and retracted his head into the cotton tube: "Does it look like this?"

Cheng Boyan looked at him without speaking, and he asked another question inside, but Cheng Boyan still remained silent.

"Does it look like it?" He continued to shrink back.

Cheng Bo still didn't speak.

Finally, Xiang Xi poked his head out again: "Why don't you speak?"

"See how long you can hold it." Cheng Boyan said, took a book from the side and opened it.

"...you, do you have any humanity in torturing patients!" Xiang Xi clicked his tongue.

"Didn't you have fun yourself?" Cheng Boyan took out the mp3 from under the coffee table and put on the earphones, "Go on and play the cocoon."

Cheng Boyan was reading with earphones on, and when he stopped watching him, Xiang Xi didn't want to play anymore. After all, the fever hadn't subsided, and he felt a little uncomfortable, so he curled up on the sofa and watched TV.

The TV was tuned to the news station by Cheng Boyan, and he thought it was boring, but the remote control was on the coffee table, and it was too much effort for him to get it wrapped in a cotton case, after twisting twice, he gave up and stared at the news.

After watching for a while, Cheng Boyan reached for the remote control and threw it on him.

"How do you know I need this?" Xiang Xi laughed, took the remote control and began to change channels.

Cheng Boyan ignored him and kept his head down to read, probably because he couldn't hear with the earphones plugged in.

"Brother," Xiang Xi changed several channels, but couldn't find a good program, so he stopped at the sports channel to watch snooker, "were you very good at studying before?"

Cheng Boyan didn't answer, but read the book very seriously.

"Can you still read books and listen to music?" Xiang Xi asked again.

Seeing that Cheng Boyan still ignored him, he tried to say again: "Can't you hear me? Brother? Doctor Cheng? Cheng Boyan?"

Cheng Boyan lowered his head and kept his eyes on the book.

"Deaf man," Xiang Xi whispered, "Can you hear me calling you a handwashing madman?"

Xiang Xi leaned his head back on the sofa: "Actually, I don't even know what you have to scold if I want to scold you. If I want to change someone, I can scold flowers and bloom a whole garden. You really have nothing wrong with you. You are a good person. And he is a very good kind of person...the best person I have ever met in my life. Before I met you, I never thought that there would be someone like you..."

"Well, and he's so handsome." Cheng Boyan said suddenly with his head down.

"Fuck me?" Xiang Xi was taken aback, sat upright and looked at Cheng Boyan, "Can you hear me!"

"Who's the fuck?" Cheng Boyan turned his face away.

"I," Xiang Xi said hastily, and sighed again in a drawn-out voice, embarrassed to say, "I said it smoothly again, but when I didn't pay attention, I... No, can you hear me? Are you listening to music? what?"

"I forgot to turn on the music." Cheng Boyan pulled off the headphones.

"... Then why did you ignore me when I talked to you before?" Xiang Xi was stunned.

"It's all nonsense, I'm too lazy to talk about it." Cheng Boyan took a notebook and pen from the side, and wrote something down in the notebook.

"Then why are you talking about it now!" Xiang Xi felt that Cheng Boyan was crazy.

"You praised me for being so active," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I just want to help add something."

"Brother," Xiang Xi glared at him, "not only are you the best person I've ever seen, you're also the person with the biggest face I've ever seen."

Cheng Boyan stood up with a smile, took out the thermometer from the drawer and handed it to him: "Measure."

"It seems that there is no need to measure it," Xiang Xi took the thermometer and clamped it, "I feel much better..."

"It should still be burning," Cheng Boyan sat down. "Some people are especially good at talking when they have a fever. I think you are. There are so many words that this tube can't fit."

"Really?" Xiang Xi smiled embarrassedly, "It seems to be, in fact, I usually don't talk much, and I don't have anything to say. I don't know why I always want to talk when I'm with you."

Cheng Boyan glanced at him: "Because..."

"Because you're handsome, right? I know," Xiang Xi said immediately, "You're definitely going to say that."

Cheng Boyan didn't continue talking, got up and filled a bottle of water with a small thermos, took his cup and put them on the coffee table together, went into the kitchen and washed a few apples out: "Drink water if you don't sleep, eat fruit."

"Oh." Xiang Xi nodded.

Cheng Boyan waited for a while and looked at the thermometer. The temperature had dropped to 38 degrees. He picked up his books and notebooks and went into the bedroom.

"Are you sleeping?" Xiang Xi asked.

"Reading, you are too noisy," Cheng Boyan said in the bedroom, "The parrot on the opposite side makes you so tender."

Cheng Boyan didn't close the bedroom door, Xiang Xi could see him put on the earphones, leaning on the beanbag sofa by the window, his legs stretched out.

You can see such a comfortable posture by reading a book.

Although he never went to school, Xiang Xi felt that Cheng Boyan must have been a special student when he was in school.

If Uncle Ping could let him go to school, he might not be able to read well. Uncle Ping would definitely be carried to school by the teacher every day. If he could not carry him three times, he would probably become a child out of school.

TV was boring, Cheng Boyan was too lazy to listen to himself, and didn't want to lie down, so Xiang Xituan stared at Cheng Boyan who was reading in the room on the sofa in a daze.

Speaking of which, Cheng Boyan is indeed quite handsome. When Xiang Xi saw his ID card for the first time, he thought he was handsome. Xiang Xi looked at his profile, but when he was not talking or smiling, he looked a little cold, no When they are familiar, they always give people a sense of distance that is not very close.

Actually quite a funny man.

But it's a pity that he actually likes men, Xiang Xi clicked his tongue, such a good gene was wasted like this... It seems that he was thinking a little too far.

Xiang Xi fumbled for the cell phone in his pocket, he kept it on all the time, afraid that someone would call him to go to work and he would not be able to answer the call, but the cell phone never rang.

Xiang Xi took out his mobile phone to check, there was power and signal.

As long as he started to move, he was moving, and he was very active, but the change was a little small. He didn't know when he would really get on the right track. He was hopeless like Cheng Boyan, but like those on the street who He will also satisfy the lowest-level people whose lives are running around.

For example, in the fruit shop at night, it is a good step to show people what the store is.

pretty good.

Cheng Boyan feels that reading professional books is not fun for him, but he has been self-disciplined since he was a child, and he has made reading and learning a habit.

Boring professional materials can also be read without moving for two or three hours. When the music on the machine was played in order, he closed the book, raised his head and stretched his neck, stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

It was already 11 o'clock, Xiang Xi held the remote control in his hand, curled up in a cotton tube and fell asleep.

His face was not as red as before, and he was basically normal. He reached out and touched Xiang Xi's forehead, and the temperature had dropped.

He ate three of the apple items on the coffee table, probably because he didn't want to move them, so he didn't throw the apple cores into the trash can, but they didn't put them on the coffee table, but put them in a cup.

Cheng Boyan dumped the fruit core into the trash can, washed the cup again, returned to the sofa and patted Xiang Xi's face: "Go into the room and go to sleep."

"...Huh?" Xiang Xi opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at him, and closed them again.

"Go into the room and sleep again. You will definitely have a back pain tomorrow after sleeping on the sofa." Cheng Boyan patted his face again.

Xiang Xi frowned and tilted his head, this time he didn't even open his eyes.

"Hey, wake up first," Cheng Boyan flicked his face with his finger, "get up."

Xiang Xi opened his eyes and muttered vaguely: "Don't make noise... I'm a patient..."

"Now you say you are a patient?" Cheng Boyan said, seeing that Xiang Xi fell asleep again, he stretched out and tore off the band-aid in the corner of his eye, "Wake up."

Xiang Xi's hand stretched out from the hole in the cotton tube under his neck, scratched his face, but didn't move again.

Cheng Boyan stood beside the sofa for a while, then bent down and put a pocket on Xiang Xi's body, and picked him up.

He wasn't very kind and considerate, but if Xiang Xi just slept on the sofa all night, and his illness got worse, he felt that he would not have enough energy, and just making a sick meal would exhaust him enough.

Probably due to his body flying into the air suddenly, Xiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes, stared for two seconds and then shouted: "Ah!"

Then he struggled in the cotton tube to rush to the ground.

"Hey, don't move around!" Cheng Boyan hurriedly roared, walked into the study quickly, and threw Xiang Xi onto the sofa bed, "If you break a bone, I can pick it up for you, but if you break your brain, I have to find a doctor for you." !"

"Scared me, I just dreamed of standing on the top of the building, and then flew into the air!" Xiang Xi stretched out his hand from the slit of the cotton tube and waved a few times, "Scared me to death! Why didn't you wake me up I can come in by myself."

"Do you think I didn't call?" Cheng Boyan pulled the quilt over him, "Okay, let's go back to the roof."

"I can sleep on the sofa," Xiang Xi whispered, "What if you lose your waist?"

"Only you can flash anyone's waist with these three or two weights." Cheng Boyan turned off the light and walked out.

"Hey brother," Xiang Xi adjusted his sleeping position in the cotton tube, "I was thinking about something just now, and fell asleep after thinking about it."

Cheng Boyan looked at him and said nothing.

"That's right, you said before that there is a reason why you help me so much," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose, "You are so kind to me...why?"