How about being each other's scumbags?

From the day he was discharged from the hospital, Xie Zhiwei seemed to have really figured it out, no longer tossing about, and was extremely peaceful.

Xie Jiao was noncommittal about Xie Zhiwei's cleverness - he would never forget that the scars brought to him by Xie Zhiwei's cleverness last time have not faded yet.

Once December is over, it's New Years again.This is the third New Year that Xie Zhiwei came to this world, and also the first year that Xie Jiao spent together.

Years ago, Xie Jiao took Xie Zhiwei to the supermarket and bought a lot of New Year's goods. Although there is no shortage of these things, it is the first New Year's Eve with Xie Zhiwei, so Xie Jiao still pays more attention to it. of.

That night, Xie Jiao made dumplings and Yuanxiao again.In City A where Xie Zhiwei was born, Lantern Festival is usually eaten on New Year's Eve, while in City B, dumplings are used to eating.

Xie Zhiwei's mouth was still picky as always. After his legs healed, he still couldn't stand for long, so he moved a stool and sat beside Xie Jiao, watching him knead the noodles, chop the stuffing, and then make round ones. dumpling.

It's strange to say that for a person like Xie Jiao, his fingers should never touch the sun, but his cooking skills are not good. Xie Zhiwei sat watching Xie Jiao wrap the dumplings and put them in the pot, and he didn't feel bored.

The Spring Festival Gala is about to be watched every year. Xie Zhiwei has been sick for several times, and his body is a lot weaker. He is wrapped in a blanket and leans beside Xie Jiao. The heating in the room is fully turned on, making people feel dizzy Sleepy smell.

The two didn't talk, although there was only the sound from the TV in the house, it didn't seem silent. Occasionally, Xie Zhiwei would turn his head slightly to look at Xie Jiao's silent and quiet side face.

Unlike Xie Jiao, Xie Zhiwei doesn't like to celebrate the New Year, he feels that the New Year is too troublesome, but there are too few things that can be brought to him.

"I'll cook the dumplings." In the middle of the Spring Festival Gala, Xie Jiao said to Xie Zhiwei, then stood up and walked to the kitchen.

After taking out the prayer beads from the flames, his hand was severely burned, leaving a hideous scar like his leg, and the bandage on his hand was only recently removed, when he dropped his hand from Xie Zhiwei's side As he walked by, Xie Zhiwei's gaze involuntarily moved to Xie Jiao's injured hand. This wound must be very painful at first sight.

The dumplings are lotus root dumplings, which is Xie Zhiwei's favorite kind of dumplings. The dumplings are boiled together with Yuanxiao dumplings, sesame dumplings, and very little sugar.

Xie Zhiwei picked up a dumpling, blew it cold and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing for a while, a strange expression appeared on his face, and he turned to look at Xie Jiao.

Xie Jiao was also eating dumplings, he moved very slowly, and now he picked up the chopsticks with his left hand—because of being burned, his right hand became extremely inflexible, and he had to use his left hand instead for many things.

"Who taught you how to make these dumplings?" Xie Zhiwei had always felt that the food cooked by Xie Jiao was very familiar to him, but at this moment, he was finally sure why the taste was familiar—this was basically the same as Xu Zhishan's. The dishes that came out tasted exactly the same!

"What's wrong?" Xie Jiao said, "It doesn't suit your taste?"

"No." Xie Zhiwei looked at Xie Jiao suspiciously: "You... have a good relationship with Xu Zhishan, right?"

When Xie Jiao heard Xie Zhiwei mention Xu Zhishan, his face turned dark: "Why, you still think about him when it's New Year's Eve?"

Xie Zhiwei made fun of himself, seeing that Xie Jiao didn't intend to answer his question, he had no choice but to continue eating dumplings obediently.

The programs of the Spring Festival Gala were quite boring to Xie Zhiwei. The sketch comics couldn’t make him laugh, and the cultural programs were too procrastinated, so he started to doze off while watching.

"Go get your toothbrush." ​​Xie Jiao is almost like Xie Zhiwei's old mother, when he argues with Xie Zhiwei, he can almost be regarded as a perfect nanny.

"I don't want to move." Xie Zhiwei lay lazily on the sofa, as if he had no bones.

Xie Jiao pursed his lips, stood up and hugged Xie Zhiwei. When he was sick, Xie Zhiwei became lighter. The boy who was only 1.7 meters tall was able to be hugged by Xie Jiao effortlessly. He carried it directly into the toilet, and put it on the stool specially prepared for Xie Zhiwei in the toilet.

Xie Jiao squeezed toothpaste and water for Xie Zhiwei, and handed it to him.

Xie Zhiwei didn't feel anything wrong, and began to brush his teeth slowly.

"Why did you take off your socks again?" After getting out of the blanket, Xie Jiao noticed that Xie Zhiwei's feet were bare. icy."

Xie Zhiwei's feet are beautiful. He has never suffered much, let alone seen any physical labor. His nails are round like small pink shells, and blue blood vessels can be faintly seen under his fair skin.

"I don't want to wear socks." This is one of Xie Zhiwei's bad habits. He always takes off his socks when he goes to bed, but because of his injury, his feet are usually not warm. If he doesn't pay attention to keeping warm, he will catch cold more easily. .

"Are you sure?" Xie Jiao raised his head and glared at Xie Zhiwei.

"Ah! It's so uncomfortable to wear socks!" Xie Zhiwei was punished by Xie Jiao because he didn't wear socks last time. In the end, he even connected his pants and socks together. Then Xie Jiao directly explained - you don't wear them No socks, not even pants.

"You have to wear that too." Xie Jiao washed his hands, then handed the towel to Xie Zhiwei: "Wipe your face."

Xie Zhiwei began to take the towel handed over by Xie Jiao to wipe his face like a disabled person at level nine.

After wiping his face, he was carried back to the bedroom by Xie Jiao.

"You can go back to school next semester." While lying on the bed, Xie Jiao stroked Xie Zhiwei's hair.

"Huh?" Xie Zhiwei was taken aback.

Xie Jiao didn't explain anything, he was happy to let Xie Zhiwei stay at home all day long, but recently he found that something was wrong with Xie Zhiwei. It was found that there might be something wrong with his psychology.

"I don't want to go." Xie Zhiwei said, "Didn't you say you wanted to support me for the rest of your life, so you drove me out?"

"Aren't you going?" Xie Jiao looked at Xie Zhiwei with a half-smile, this way of trying to get him was too rough.

"No." Xie Zhiwei was actually serious, he said: "Is there anything else, I'm going to sleep." After finishing speaking, he shrunk down and closed his eyes.

"..." Xie Jiao silently stared at Xie Zhiwei who fell asleep after a while, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next day, New Year's Day.

At this point in time, there should have been many people visiting Xie Jiao, but not many people knew that he lived here, so it could be regarded as finding some peace.

Xie Zhiwei didn't move much for breakfast, but just drank some milk symbolically.

"Why don't you eat it?" Xie Jiao pointed to the specially made steamed buns on the table.

"...No appetite." Xie Zhiwei propped his face with his hands, with a spoon in his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Eat more." Xie Jiao's face was not very good-looking.

"Okay." Xie Zhiwei seldom had any conflicts with Xie Jiao. Ever since the Buddhist bead incident was brought into the hospital and then came out, he never confronted Xie Jiao about anything. It was all Xie Jiao said and how he did it. .

For example, now, he didn't want to eat at all, but Xie Jiao asked him to eat, and he really ate it.

There are meat stuffed buns and vegetarian ones. Xie Zhiwei chose a shiitake mushroom and started to eat slowly. He didn't have any expression on his face, but people could tell by looking at it—he really didn't want to eat it.

Xie Jiao looked at it for a while, and the anger in his heart slowly came up, but he didn't say anything, he just got up and left, leaving Xie Zhiwei alone to eat breakfast slowly.

As a result, at noon, Xie Zhiwei was forced to drink a bowl of white fungus soup.

Tremella and fungus, although they have different colors, are definitely the two most hated foods in Xie Zhiwei's recipes. In Xie Zhiwei's words - the taste of tremella is almost like phlegm.

Xie Zhiwei drank so much that he wanted to vomit, but he didn't spit it out in front of Xie Jiao. After Xie Jiao turned around and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, he leisurely slipped into the kitchen and vomited out the contents of his stomach. .

"You don't want to live anymore?" Waiting for Xie Zhiwei to spit it out, he turned around and saw Xie Jiao in an apron, his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were very unkind.

"I really can't eat it." Xie Zhiwei said, "I'm so afraid of death, how could I not want to live..." This sentence... is quite in line with Xie Zhiwei's state of mind.

"Can't eat?" Xie Jiao sneered: "Is it because I asked Xu Zhishan to cook it for you, so you can eat it?"

"..." Xie Zhiwei didn't refute, but just showed an innocent expression.

Xie Jiao dropped the bowl he was holding in his hand with a bang, untied his apron and threw it directly on the ground, turned and left expressionlessly, it seemed that he didn't want to listen to Xie Zhiwei's speech at all.

As a result, Xie Jiao didn't come back until the evening.

Xie Zhiwei casually cooked some leftover dumplings and ate them, then huddled under the blanket and continued to sleep—he already knew that Xie Jiao loved him, and at this time, he could see how much Xie Jiao really loved him up.

At around one o'clock in the evening, Xie Jiao came back reeking of alcohol.After drinking, he talked better than usual. If it wasn't for someone who knew him well, he wouldn't think he was drunk at all.

Xie Zhiwei didn't turn off the light in the living room, and the TV was turned on noisily.

Xie Jiao walked slowly from the living room to the bedroom, and sat beside Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei was already sound asleep at this time, his expression was so peaceful, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow, he looked like a harmless angel.

Xie Jiao watched, slowly lowered his head, and kissed Xie Zhiwei's soft lips.

The lips still smelled of grapefruit-flavored lipstick, which seemed more delicious. Xie Jiao's eyes seemed a little distracted, and he called out in a low voice: "Xieke..."

No one responded to him, just like what he had experienced... Xie Zhiwei would not respond to him.

Painful experiences will always make people gradually put on hard armor. Xie Jiao is like a strong fortress to the outside world. Only when facing Xie Zhiwei can he tear his chest with his hands to reveal the soft heart beating inside.

But the person he loves will only smile and insert the sharp sword heavily.

The author has something to say: Xie Jiao: Keke, the fortune teller said that I had a catastrophe when I was 130...

Xie Zhiwei: What's wrong?The grave was dug?