Xueba, wake up

"Try tight." He Zhonghe cut off the bandage.

"It's just right." Yan Sheng clasped his palms together. He was so angry that he should use his left hand.

"Give me a hand." Yansheng put away the medicine box, got up and carried a bagful of ingredients into the kitchen.

"This disabled man." He Zhonghe followed with a sterile patch on his face.

Du Lanzhen seldom cooks, and He Zhonghe seldom enters the kitchen, but the pots and pans are still available, and Yan Sheng even dug out a very delicate casserole from the cabinet.

"My mother used to boil Chinese medicine for me before." He Zhonghe held it and looked at it, "After I vomited bitterly once, I didn't use it anymore, just wipe it clean."

Yan Sheng put on two layers of rubber gloves on his right hand, and stood beside the sink to handle fresh fish, while He Zhonghe brushed the pan with a steel wool ball.

He looked at the movement of Yan Sheng's hand, and was a little puzzled: "Why knock it?"

"You can only cut it when you are knocked out." Yan Sheng took an iron spoon, hesitated for a few seconds, and knocked on the fish's head. Seeing that the gills were still open and closed, he knocked again with more force.

"...What kind of cruel killing method is this to make it suffer more." He Zhonghe saw that his forehead ached.

"I don't know. When I was young, I went to restaurants and went to the back kitchen to watch people kill fish. The man said that killing fish in this way is more humane." He hit the fish's head again, "Dang", "But it was hit with a whetstone. "

"Give it a good time." He Zhonghe couldn't stand it any longer, and knocked the fish again, he was really concussed, "Let's put it aside and let it suffocate to death."

Yansheng laughed.

Seeing him laugh, He Zhonghe completely recovered from the vicious battle in the supermarket just now.

That was Yansheng's father.

It turned out that he was not an orphan.

But is that his own father? Those who don't know think it's his high|interested|loan creditor.

"Help me tie my apron." Yan Sheng touched him with his elbow, "One hand of water."

He Zhonghe put down the steel ball and pot, washed the handles, and tied an apron on him: "What else do you need me to do?"

"Try to know how to make pumpkins." Yan Sheng pointed to the four small pumpkins next to the sink with his chin, "cut them in half, then dig out the flesh and throw them away."

He Zhonghe washed the pumpkins, stacked them on the chopping board, hung them on the knife rest for a long time, and finally drew a fruit knife.

"...Use this." Yan Sheng stopped the work of mixing the marinade, walked over to the edge of the chopping board with his hands, walked around him, and pulled a kitchen knife from the knife holder.

"Oh." He Zhonghe almost missed the kitchen knife when he felt his breath and voice pause in his ears and then left quickly.

It felt good, the two of them squeezed into the kitchen and worked leisurely, Yan Sheng was beside him doing this and that very neatly, occasionally coming over to give guidance.

The pressure cooker was emitting air thinly, and the kitchen was filled with mist, and the aroma of home-cooked food was wafting.

It's really like living with a partner, very warm.

Especially considering that the two of them spent the holidays at home all night.

It feels good and relaxing to be alone with Yansheng.Even if you don't speak, just staying together like this gives you a sense of security and stability in your heart.

"It's cut!" He Zhonghe turned sideways for Yansheng to check.

Yan Sheng walked over and took a look: "You should stay outside."

The small pumpkin was cut crosswise from the middle. I don’t know how many times I stopped halfway through the cut. Maybe I felt that I couldn’t cut it. In the end, it was directly stuck on the cut and grinded. The cross-section was uneven, like a dog chewed.

Fortunately, only two of them were harmed, Yan Sheng picked up the knife and rolled up his sleeves: "Watch carefully."

The tip of the knife was pressed against the chopping board, and the wrist exerted a steady force. With a very smooth stroke, the pumpkin was cut open, the cut surface was smooth, and the flesh overflowed.

He Zhonghe was indeed watching intently, but he was not looking at Pumpkin, but at Yansheng.

A section of the forearm is exposed under the cuff, and the muscles are tense when it is cut off effortlessly, and the fingers rest on the back of the knife in a relaxed and natural posture, which looks very powerful.

It's a little sexy|sexy.

He Zhonghe whistled in his heart.

"One more," he said.

Yan Sheng did as he did, this time with a trick, and after cutting it, he sharpened a knife.

"You cut this too." He Zhonghe removed the chopping board, replaced it with raw food, and handed him the unpacked jellyfish.

Yan Sheng didn't say a word, and continued to do as he did.

He Zhonghe leaned against the kitchen door and watched, and even wanted to move a small bench over to sit and continue watching.

The range hood was on, and the water chestnuts in syrup boiled on the stove, bubbling wildly.

"It's boiling." He Zhonghe reminded him.

"Yeah." Yan Sheng didn't move, still lowered his head and cut the jellyfish slowly.

He Zhonghe was a little puzzled, but he didn't continue to remind.

The bubbling sound became louder and louder, and when the lid of the pot was lifted, Yan Sheng suddenly called him: "He Zhonghe."

"Huh?" He Zhonghe stood up straight as if he had been called by the teacher, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

"Are you thinking that I'm handsome, can cook and use knives, I'll take care of what you can't handle, wow Brother Yansheng is so charming..." When Yansheng said this, his face was calm, completely displeased. With blush.

He Zhonghe really didn't expect him to say this, he should have pissed him off at ordinary times, but now he was stunned.

"I guessed it right." Yan Sheng put down the knife, lifted the lid of the pot and turned down the fire, then walked up to He Zhonghe, "Is it?"

When the lid of the pot was lifted, all the mist with the sweet smell of water chestnuts escaped. He Zhonghe looked at his smiling eyes in the mist, and felt a bit like a male ghost in the mist.

"Yes, what's the matter." He leaned back again, narrowing his eyes.

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you not to hold back what you mean, you can say it." Yan Sheng smiled unbearably, but his tone was very serious. After speaking, he moved closer and gently pressed He Zhonghe's face, " The sterile paste is warped."

He Zhonghe watched in a daze as he turned back to the stove to work again, and touched the place he had pressed just now with a blank expression.

It was smooth and nothing touched.

Because the wound was on the other side of the face.

He Zhonghe was a little dizzy now, his heart was beating abnormally fast, both sides of his face were burning, and the tips of his ears were hot.

He held back for a long time trying to say something offensive, searched his guts, but to no avail, his brain was disconnected.

Finally, he walked out of the kitchen dejectedly amidst Yan Sheng's happy humming, stood in the center of the living room and pestered for a while, then suddenly ran to the sofa, picked up Hu Hu from the flying dog, and rubbed the cat's back.

"What do you think he's flirting with?" After rubbing Shunmao and reversed Mao, the palms of his hands were numb, and then he released it under the puzzled eyes of Huhu and Feigou, "Fuck."

He Zhonghe used the cat fur in one hand, and pressed the back of his hand to his face, it was still hot.

I don't know if Yan Sheng is showing off his cooking skills or what mentality he has, but for dinner for two, he just cooked six dishes and two soups, and there are still two molds of mooncakes in the refrigerator.

He Zhonghe pretended nothing happened, and took a picture with his mobile phone: "Sure, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

"When I was young, I thought cooking was interesting, so I always thought about it half-way." Yan Sheng took out a beer from the shopping bag, took out a bottle and opened the lid, opened a can of Coke and put it on He Zhonghe's side.

"Hey, it's inappropriate, isn't it, you drink and I drink?" He Zhonghe looked at him.

"No smoking and alcohol, as long as I am healthy, I know it." Yan Sheng said.

"Just this time, I can take the medicine later." He Zhonghe slapped him, "Save the child, the child is addicted to alcohol, and hasn't touched it for half a year..."

"No." Yan Sheng was very determined, and hid to the side for a while.

"It's only half a bottle. It's really impossible to lose half a bottle. Can beer be considered wine... And on this beautiful reunion night, isn't it cruel that such a small wish can't be fulfilled..."

Yan Sheng sighed, took a [-]ml glass and poured it for him: "Just one glass."

"After the foam disappears, there is only half a cup left..." He Zhonghe sat down, tapped the wall of the cup with his finger, curled his lips.

"It's cheap to be good, right?" Yan Sheng stretched out his hand to grab it.

"No, no, no!" He Zhonghe hurriedly defended, "It's hard to think about it."

CCTV Satellite TV’s Mid-Autumn Festival Gala has the same style of painting, prosperous and peaceful, just click on a station, the sound of the TV will fill the room and there will be an atmosphere.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Sheng raised his glass.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." He Zhonghe touched him, "This is the first time I've ever been with a friend."

"Me too." Yan Sheng took a sip of beer, "When Auntie is busy, do you live by yourself?"

"I can't count myself. Eating takeout, playing games and watching movies are very ordinary nights." He Zhonghe said, "Sometimes a friend calls me to his house, but I am embarrassed to go. After all, we have a family reunion dinner. Why are outsiders joining in the fun?"

"Then what's the matter with me, why am I sitting here." Yan Sheng smiled.

"I understand you, right?" He Zhonghe wiped his mouth, took out his cell phone, and made a video call to Du Lanzhen.

"Mom!" The call was through, and he held up the phone, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, it's still morning here... Yansheng?" Du Lanzhen was a little surprised and waved.

"Hello, Auntie, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Sheng also moved closer to the camera and waved.

"Two widowed and lonely old people celebrate the festival." He Zhonghe held up his mobile phone and hung it on the dining table to take a picture, "Du Yansheng made it, isn't it amazing?"

"Excellent." Du Lanzhen said with a smile, "Study more with others, you can see that you don't work hard and don't know the grain."

"Isn't there him?" He Zhonghe said, "It's dead, we are eating."

Seeing him put down his phone, Yan Sheng smiled: "It's good, my family will miss the holidays."

He Zhonghe paused for a moment without speaking. He ate a few mouthfuls of food and drank beer before looking up at him: "Well, your father..."

It seemed out of place to mention it in such a cozy atmosphere, but he'd been wanting to ask it since he was in the taxi.

Yan Sheng stretched out his glass, and He Zhonghe knocked him again, watching him drink the full glass of beer in one gulp.

"After drinking, he lit a cigarette and talked about the past..." Yan Sheng hooked the corners of his lips, flicked his fingers on the rim of the empty glass, looked at the glass, and tilted his head, "Do you remember what I told you before, It was torn."

He Zhonghe looked at his ear, the purple scar under the earring was still shocking.

"The story about it started when I was 16 years old." Yan Sheng leaned back on the chair, glanced at He Zhonghe, saw that he was nervous, and raised his chin, "Don't be cold, eat while listening."

He Zhonghe picked up his chopsticks and messed with the pumpkin rice a few times.

"One day that year, I did a big thing. I was very happy at the time. When I was excited, I went to get my ears pierced to celebrate my infinitely bright new life." Yan Sheng poured wine, clinked glasses with He Zhonghe, and took another breath Son.

"After I got home, I...Mom, I had just finished fighting with my dad. Seeing me enter the house in a particularly good mood, she came up and grabbed my earrings and tore them off." Yan Sheng lowered his eyes, still speaking in a storytelling tone "I was stunned at the time, and I didn't even try to hurt, it was numb. You have had a lot of piercings, and you should know that the freshly pierced ears are already a little hot. When I tore them off, my entire earlobe was split open, and it was scorching hot." The blood gushes out..."

"Wait," He Zhonghe frowned, "Fuck, I'll slowly..."

Yan Sheng smiled, and took another sip of beer: "Then Zhu... my mother was hysterical, pinching the earring that was torn off by her, scolding me all kinds of things, scolding me for not learning well, not a thing, man Slap this pervert, no matter how ugly it sounds. After the scolding, she slaps me. After the slap, she was tired, with blood on her hands and didn't wash it. She went back to the house and slammed the door to sleep with a big heart."

"After the sewing was done, I hit it again. The thing that symbolizes new life can't be said to be gone. Sometimes it's easy to get angry because of such insignificant things." Yan Sheng said, "The second time I was still beaten by her. Torn, she looked crazy when she saw me beating again. In fact, she usually doesn't care about me, she doesn't care if I go to beg for food or sleep in the bridge hole, this earring is completely in the way of her eyes, there is no other reason."

"The last time you met last semester. That time it was Yan Deqiang, my dad, who was looking for trouble when he drank too much. I usually don't fight with him, but that time I couldn't control it. As a result, I was beaten again in the scuffle. It was torn apart." Yan Sheng slowly dangled the cup, "You saw it today too, my dad is just that."

There was a long silence, and the festive and jubilant singing on the TV was incompatible with the current atmosphere, making it even more depressing.

"Are you scared?" Yan Sheng smiled, and touched He Zhonghe's hand that was tightly holding the cup, "Don't be afraid, I don't have their violent tendencies."

"What's that thing that made you so happy?" He Zhonghe asked with a deep voice.

"Financially independent." Yan Sheng said, "That's why I was able to slowly separate from the family, and now I live across from you."

"Fuck." He Zhonghe lowered his head.

"Fuck." He sighed again, took a deep breath, and felt that his chest was extremely tight, "I should have used that kitchen knife in the supermarket just now."

Yan Sheng struggled to remove the cup from his hand, and poured him a Coke: "I've flashed this idea [-] times in my mind since I can remember, but I seldom even fight him. Maybe I can be soft and use my strength, but he can't, he might stab me in the next second."

"I'm not yet twenty, I just left home now, and I'm going to go to university in another city next year. I can't ruin my life because of him."

When Yan Sheng said this, he had no expression on his face, but his brows were unconsciously frowned.

He Zhonghe looked up at him, his nose was sore, and his heart hurt like someone poked him with a stick.

"Come here." He Zhonghe pulled back his chair and stood up, opening his arms.