imaginary rival

Looking at the familiar furnishings of Yan An's house, Jiang Shiyu had the illusion of returning to his own home.

I have been here too many times, looking at the sofa, coffee table, floor tiles and walls, I have the urge to say hello to them.

Hello there.

Hello brothers and sisters.

It's me, I'm here to eat again.

"Did you call me?" Yan An took out his phone and looked at it.

"Ah." Jiang Shiyu looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Yan An asked.

"...I'm free." Jiang Shiyu said.

"It's salty and I'll eat something lighter later," Xie Lanlan pinched her mobile phone to order hot pot takeaway, "Eat shrimp slippery?"

Jiang Shiyu and Yan An responded to her at the same time: "Eat."

Yan An's parents didn't come back for dinner this afternoon. The three of them happened to be cooking hot pot at home, and they ordered a lot of dishes. Xie Lanlan estimated the amount of food for the two of them, and ordered dishes for five people. Anyway, if you can't finish eating, you can put them away refrigerator.

"What to drink?" Xie Lanlan asked, "I drink orange juice, how about you?"

"There are still two bottles of coconut milk at home," Yan An looked at Jiang Shiyu, "Do you want to drink?"

"I don't drink milk." Jiang Shiyu said.

"Coconut milk is not milk." Yan An said.

"I don't drink anything with the word milk." Jiang Shiyu continued.

"...All right." Yan An replied.

In the end, I ordered a bottle of plum juice for Jiang Shiyu. When it was delivered, it was almost dark, and the whole world seemed to be covered in fog. The sky was faintly red, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

Yan An has nothing to choose from when eating, he always eats with his head down, and used to tease with Xie Lanlan, but today he didn't, as if he was hungry for more than 800 years and ate meat for the first time with his head down.

According to the way they eat hot pot here, the dipping plate should be put coriander, garlic or even Houttuynia cordata, plus a spoonful of chili powder and sesame oil, but Xie Lanlan is very good at taking care of others, so she specially ordered a sesame sauce for Jiang Shiyu, without the fishy smell Grass.

Jiang Shiyu basically picked the seasoning by himself. When he went to the kitchen and came back, Yan An and Xie Lanlan were sitting around the pot, both of them were very silent.

The silence was unusual.

But can't tell what's wrong.

Jiang Shiyu sat down in a little confusion, and began to cook meat in the pot, and when he turned his head, Xie Lanlan also looked a little confused.

But this confusion was well hidden by her, and quickly disappeared as the heat dissipated, and when she raised her eyes to meet Jiang Shiyu's gaze, she smiled: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Shiyu picked up a piece of mutton.

I'm a little upset.

The feeling that it was obvious that something was wrong, but that he didn't know it, made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Just like mom.

Something happened, as long as she knew it, she had nothing to say to him, and he wouldn't understand anyway.

The same is true for Xie Lanlan and Yan An.

Something happened, as long as they knew it, there was nothing to say to him... He was two childhood sweethearts, with a tacit understanding in one look, he came in halfway, looked familiar, but not to the point where we had to chat about everything .

It can't compare to other people's feelings for so many years.

He was an outsider after all.

He himself didn't tell Yan An everything, why should Yan An tell him everything.

I understand the truth, but I just feel a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Shiyu stared at the onions in the bowl and sighed.

There were still too many dishes to order, so Yan An tidied up and put all that could fit in the refrigerator, wrung out the rag to wipe the table, and put a few bowls and pots in for washing.

His house is an old house, and the hot water took a while to come out, and the water splashed to the edge of the table. He reached out to test the water temperature and turned off the tap.

I'm ready.

It's good here, the doctors are good, the nurses are good, the medicine is good.

I'm ready.

I don't like men anymore.

When can I go out?

Yan An stared at the pool, hearing Ran Hang's voice.

Maybe you shouldn't stay alone, but it doesn't make sense to ask for a companion while washing the dishes, and it's not that you can't take care of yourself.

He should finish washing quickly, walk out of the kitchen, and continue to enjoy the night of casual chatting with Xie Lanlan and Jiang Shiyu.

But the hands don't listen.

Except for the two fingers that were used to test the water temperature, the rest of the fingers didn't really want to wash the dishes.

Yan An looked at the little red oil stars soaked in water in the pot, his mind was empty, he thought a lot, maybe he didn't think about anything.

Homosexuality is the moon in the lake, people know it, ridicule it, don't take it seriously, but if there is a moon in the lake, how afraid will people be?

There is only one moon in the sky.

Will the moon in the lake hear me?

Could the moon in the lake be the one in the sky, the back side that can never be peeped?

Don't know, don't understand, don't know.

confused.

"If you don't want to wash the dishes, go out." Jiang Shiyu frowned and pushed him aside, "Are you changing form here?"

"Huh? No, I'm washing," Yan An glanced at him, "I'll do it."

"...Let me come," Jiang Shiyu said, "you can go out without wiping your hands."

What kind of dishes do you wash?

Those who didn't know thought they were communicating with the brainwaves of the things in the pool.

Jiang Shiyu added some hot water and washed the dishes. Turning his head, Yan An was still standing beside him. After thinking for a while, he handed the bowl to him: "Wipe dry."

Yan An came back to his senses, nodded, wiped the bowl dry and put it on the bowl rack.

Jiang Shiyu glanced at him, dried his hands, and asked tentatively, "Are you... all right?"

"Huh? I'm fine," Yan An continued to wipe the bowl, "What's the matter?"

"...Is that so?" Jiang Shiyu finished answering this sentence, but still felt wrong, and moved his lips several times, "If you have something..."

Before he finished speaking, the bowl in Yan An's hand suddenly slammed on the sink, making a loud noise, as if the bowl was about to be smashed, Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry .”

"No," Yan An came back to his senses, and quickly explained, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Well," Jiang Shiyu nodded, without saying anything, "Wipe this too."

Yan An nodded, looked at Jiang Shiyu's expression twice, felt that nothing was wrong, so he was a little relieved, and left the kitchen with him after everything was done.

Yan's mother has come back, chatting with Xie Lanlan, Xiao Binghai was held in Xie Lanlan's arms and rubbed her back, when she saw Yan An came out, she jumped to Yan An's feet and rubbed against him, only now did she remember that she was still there when she came back today. Didn't play much with Little Hail.

"I'll sleep here tonight," Yan's mother said to Jiang Shiyu, "it's getting late, it's such a trouble to go back and forth."

"Okay," Yan An responded first, "I'll go and tidy up my room..."

"Isn't there a guest room?" Jiang Shiyu asked.

"...Yes," Yan An suddenly remembered, and turned to look at Jiang Shiyu, "Why didn't you say that last time?"

Jiang Shiyu turned his head to look at him for a while before looking away, and said in a low voice, "Forgot."

"Why don't you tell others about your guest room," Xie Lanlan complained next to her, "What a face."

Yan An pursed his lips and looked at Jiang Shiyu again.

In the evening, Jiang Shiyu slept here again, and Yan's mother went to clean up his guest room, and the two of them sat in the living room, watching Xiao Binghai playing around with the cat by himself, seeming very happy.

Xie Lanlan arrived home, and sent a message in the group to report her safety, Yan An replied to her, and looked at Jiang Shiyu again.

Jiang Shiyu should have noticed the look in his eyes, but he didn't react, didn't look over and didn't say anything.

"I'll find you two pieces of clothes," Yan An got up, "I washed the clothes you put here last time you played golf, and you can take them back together tomorrow."

"En." Jiang Shiyu responded, and followed him back to his room to get his clothes.

Yan An rummaged in the closet for a while, thought about it and said: "Otherwise, don't take it back, put it here, anyway, you often come to sleep..."

"En." Jiang Shiyu replied again.

Yan An grabbed the cabinet door and looked back at him.

"I have no objection." Jiang Shiyu added.

"You have no objection." Yan An suddenly frowned, and turned to stare at his wardrobe, "You have no objection to anything."

Jiang Shiyu didn't speak.

"Are you angry?" Yan An bent down to find his clothes.

"No," Jiang Shiyu said, "Why am I angry?"

"I threw the bowl." Yan An said.

"You didn't mean it." Jiang Shiyu said.

Yan An found a new pair of underwear and opened the box: "What if I did it on purpose."

Jiang Shiyu was stunned for two seconds, and said, "That's my fault, I shouldn't ask so many questions..."

"Aren't you short-tempered?" Yan An turned to stare at Jiang Shiyu.

"...I think I have a bad temper." Jiang Shiyu frowned.

"No matter what others say to you, how to reject your request, you always say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Your first reaction is to say sorry when I throw the bowl. Why do you think you have a bad temper?" Yan An grabbed the underwear box , "Why?"

Jiang Shiyu pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What's wrong with bad temper, what's wrong with rejecting others?" Yan An glared at Jiang Shiyu and growled in a low voice, but Jiang Shiyu felt that he was talking about himself, "It's been so long, it has nothing to do with you, why? Going? Why do you want to take care of it?"

Jiang Shiyu looked at him without saying a word.

"You shouldn't go, but you know everything you need to know!" Yan An growled, "Why don't you refuse? Why don't you refuse what you don't want to do?"

"I don't know," Jiang Shiyu said, "Are you asking me?"

Yan An suddenly calmed down, took two steps back, looked up at Jiang Shiyu, his lips were slightly parted, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Jiang Shiyu walked over, took the underwear from his hand, and said, "You're not asking me, are you?"

Jiang Shiyu took the box in his hand again, folded the underwear, and put it back.

"I don't know what happened today, and I don't know what you went through." Jiang Shiyu's voice was very calm, "Is it interesting to use the topic to get angry at me?"

He handed over the panty box, and Yan An subconsciously reached out to take it.

"...No," Yan An came back to his senses and looked at Jiang Shiyu, "I'm sorry, I'm a little..."

"It's okay," Jiang Shiyu said, "I'll go back first."

"...Don't you sleep here?" Yan An asked dryly.

"No need, it's fine, I don't have to sleep together," Jiang Shiyu said, and even smiled, "I'll come back when you're in a better mood."

The author says:

Uh, is the emotional scene really slow...and I hope it doesn't surprise anyone (run away)