Feng Xue

It was like the touch of a feather lightly brushing by. Chu Xue swallowed half of it in one mouthful and froze for a while before swallowing the second half as calmly as possible. But when he raised his head, Feng Yan ate it peacefully. eating his noodles, as if nothing had happened just now.

There is really nothing to say, but Chu Xue still couldn't help touching her nose, then continued to eat noodles with her head down, and picked up a piece of chicken by the way. Let it cool for 10 minutes, it is just right with his dipping sauce.

After Chu Xue lowered her head, Feng Yan raised it again, and gently raised the corners of her lips.

After the two of them ate the noodles, they emptied a plate of half-serving white-cut chicken. While Feng Yan was cleaning up the kitchen, Chu Xue received a call from the band.

Usually when receiving a call from the band, it is "Jianghu Emergency". Chu Xue hopped to the bedroom without thinking a few steps, and the phone was connected when the door was closed. The other party was also a drummer, and asked him if he was free on Saturday night. , asking him to play on his behalf.

It happened to be plaster removal on Saturday, so Chu Xue was of course free, so he answered, and after hanging up the phone, he suddenly realized that the phone call was too obvious to avoid Feng Yan, but he avoided it, and Chu Xue decided to be confident One point, he reunited with Feng Yan only a few days ago, even if Feng Yan takes care of his lunch and dinner in the past few days, he still can't control his part-time job, how can he take care of everything, and It's not his... Besides, even if it's his, there's no reason to stop it, and there are many things he doesn't want to say now, and this one is not bad.

After thinking this way, Chu Xue opened the bedroom door. Feng Yan was still washing the dishes, as if she hadn't noticed what happened just now. There was a blank space for a while.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yan wiped his hands clean, turned around and saw Chu Xue standing at the door of the bedroom, holding on to the door frame, he stepped forward and handed the crutch to someone, and asked, "Why are you so preoccupied?"

Chu Xue shook her head and said, "Actually, you don't have to work so hard. I'd better leave the dishes alone to wash."

"It's just a few bowls. Let's talk about it after you remove the plaster." Feng Yan remained calm, turned around to tidy up the lunch box and the soup pot for chicken soup, put them into the environmental protection bag, and said to Chu Xue: "I I'll go back first, and I'll contact you tomorrow." He no longer made an appointment with Chu Xue, and he always felt that Chu Xue would still prepare breakfast, and he wanted to say that Chu Xue didn't have to make special preparations, but he felt that maybe he was thinking too much, like It was clearly about ten o'clock today, but Chu Xue still took the time to make scones. Maybe this is related to Chu Xue's habit of getting up early, but is it really because of the habit of getting up early, or is there another reason?Like... poor sleep?

If Chu Xue doesn't talk about these things, Feng Yan doesn't ask, just like Chu Xue's phone call just now, he doesn't know who the caller is, but if he wants to avoid him and answer it in the bedroom, it must be something he doesn't want to know , Feng Yan is determined to boil the frog in warm water. If he wants to fully understand the five-year gap in a short time, even if he wants to, he can't force Chu Xue to tell him because of it, but he thinks that as long as he gets closer After a long time, Chu Xue's habits and the people or things around him will be gradually known to him.

Chu Xue sent Feng Yan to the door, Feng Yan shook the phone at him, smiled again and went downstairs without saying anything, but Chu Xue felt that there seemed to be something in his smile, hesitant to speak , I don’t know if he is careless, I always feel that after he went to the bedroom to answer the phone, Feng Yan didn’t ask anything, even before leaving, he didn’t even have any extra words, and the appearance of trying not to disturb him made him uncomfortable, as if he was in He seemed to be wronged for Feng Yan, but he didn't know why he was wronged, and why he was guilty.

Chu Xue closed the door, tried to calm herself down, and stopped thinking about things.

The drummer who contacted him quickly sent the music score, and Chu Xue opened it to read it. Not long after, Feng Yan's WeChat message came in, saying that he had arrived at his residence.

Chu Xue didn't know where Feng Yan lived, but judging by the driving time, it shouldn't be far away, probably near the east of the city, which is the area where he lives.

Until Saturday morning, Feng Yan was never absent, and took Chu Xue to the hospital to remove the plaster.

He grasped the distance to Chu Xue just right, not too close, at least if this person is not Feng Yan, then it will only be a friend who specially takes care of Chu Xue because of his inconvenient legs, but who is he? Feng Yan, so that even if he kept a good distance, Chu Xue still felt that it was too close. He really didn't want to get used to Feng Yan's frequent occurrences, but it was definitely not to the point where he had to confess and drive people away. , he can't go against his own heart, he and Feng Yan are not the kind of resentful couple who don't love or hate, of course, breaking up and being friends on the surface is definitely not an option he wants, but it is Feng Yan after all, it is him The person who fell in love at first sight and gave his heart to him, since he couldn't be cold-hearted towards Feng Yan, he couldn't stop Feng Yan from approaching him actively, so he could only passively accept it, and reminded himself that it was only for a short time, Feng Yan It will not always appear in his life.

He set aside his mind to think about the performance in the evening, the plaster can be removed in the morning, although the performance is at nine in the evening, he has to set aside time for rehearsal with the band, and he has to go out at least four in the afternoon, so he told Feng Yan that he would Feng Yan asked him if he wanted to help him prepare the ingredients for serving him tomorrow, but Chu Xue naturally said no.

Feng Yan didn't insist, only said to send him home after the plaster was removed, Chu Xue asked him if there was anything he wanted to eat in particular, Feng Yan said tiramisu again.

Chu Xue scratched her head helplessly, and answered "yes".

Feng Yan smiled, seeing that Chu Xue had messed up his hair, he raised his hand to smooth it out for him again.

Chu Xue blushed hopelessly, turned her head to look at the scrolling screen, and pretended to be very nonchalant: "It's my turn soon."

Feng Yan leaned over and looked at the screen as well, and the answer just fell on Chu Xue's ear: "There are two more numbers and it's your turn."

The distance was too close, Chu Xue froze instantly and couldn't move at all. He felt that his ears were probably red too, but after Feng Yan said this, he quickly backed away, as if he couldn't be more serious, just to answer, Not on purpose.

At this moment, Chu Xue was blushing and really didn't want to turn around, otherwise he could see Feng Yan staring at his red ears and pursing his lips and chuckling lightly. One after the other, they went to the consulting room.