full of love for you

Li Xiwei had wounds on his face. Xiaoman first took out some disinfectant alcohol cotton balls and trauma ointment from the medicine box. He wanted Li Xiwei to treat the wound, but when he heard that he was hungry, he put the medicine on the bedside , walked to the stove, took out a tube of dried noodles and two eggs from the cabinet above, and shook them in front of his eyes.

Li Xiwei looked at the Band-Aid on Xiaoman's finger holding the egg, and said, "There are only dried noodles and eggs, so this meal is not worth thirty, at most two yuan, you can give it to me, I will cook it, and the labor cost is not high." It's yours."

Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, but didn't move.

Li Xiwei looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "Two yuan, okay?"

Xiao Man quickly shook his head. What he was hesitant about was not how much a meal cost, but because he didn't quite believe that Li Xiwei could cook noodles. It seemed to him that he needed someone to wait on him at home, but Li Xiwei insisted on cooking the noodles. Xiaoman still gave him the noodle cylinder and the eggs, but he still didn't move, standing by his side, just in case something happened.

In fact, Li Xiwei only knows how to cook noodles. If Xiaoman brought out others, he would not be able to cook them. He used to like to eat noodles cooked by his mother, but later he didn't like anyone who cooked them. When he wanted to eat noodles, he would cook them himself. In the end, I got it in the end. I thought I cooked it well, because he was more picky than anyone else.

There were no other ingredients, so they could only cook the simplest noodles in clear soup. Li Xiwei put half a pot of water in the pot, and finally stood in front of the stove and touched it here and there. It's different, he thought it was the same as his own home, just turn on the button of the metal stove above, but turned half a turn counterclockwise, only heard a "da" sound, and the fire didn't turn on.

"Is this broken?" Li Xiwei was about to twist it again.

Xiaoman bent down to open the valve of the gas tank below, and Li Xiwei lit the fire, but his mouth was still stiff, "I've never used this kind of one, it's quite complicated, and I have to turn on two..."

Xiao Man: "..." It seems that he was right to stand aside.

Afterwards, everything went smoothly. After the water boiled, Li Xiwei took out a handful of noodles and sprinkled them in the pot, "Do you want to eat?"

Xiaoman nodded.

Holding an egg in each of Li Xiwei's left and right hands, he knocked on the edge of the pot. With a movement of his palm and fingers, the egg shell separated from the middle, and the whole egg fell into the pot, and another spoonful of salt was added.

Xiaoman was surprised. He could beat eggs with one hand, and he was very skilled. He had never done it with one hand. Analyzing in his heart, it might be because his hands were not as long as Li Xiwei's.

When Li Xiwei was about to cover the pot, Xiao Man took out a handful of noodles from the noodle cylinder and sprinkled them in the pot.

"I've cooked so much, are you done eating? I just ordered a double serving, so it should be enough for us." Li Xiwei looked at the noodles in the pot, thought of a possibility, and asked with a dark face, "You won't You don't live alone, do you have a partner? Will he come back later?"

Xiaoman licked the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and watched the eggs take shape, then stirred the noodles with chopsticks.

Li Xiwei said at first that he would cook the noodles, but now he stopped cooking at all. He crossed his arms and stared at Xiaoman who stirred the noodles from time to time, without asking any more questions.

The two of them stood by the pot like this, waiting quietly, the water in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, in the same rhythm as the raindrops outside, and the smell of noodles quickly spread throughout the room.

Ten minutes later, Xiaoman turned off the fire, poured a few drops of sesame oil into the pot, took out two bowls and chopsticks, and rinsed them under the tap again.

Li Xiwei didn't hold back, took the bowl, to be exact, it was a big soup bowl, the small bowl was of normal size, but he didn't ask too much, took the big soup bowl, and poured all the noodles into the big soup bowl Li, and then put it on the table aside.

Xiaoman took a bottle of soy sauce and put it on the table, took out a bowl of noodles from the soup bowl, placed it in front of Li Xiwei, and moved him a chair.

Li Xiwei sat at the table without dripping soy sauce. Seeing that there was only one bowl on the table, he asked Xiao Man, "Didn't you just say you wanted to eat it? Why didn't you serve it for yourself?"

Xiaoman took out his notebook and wrote: "Is this bowl enough for you?"

"That's enough, the one you served for me is almost full." Li Xiwei said, picked up a chopstick of noodles, put them into his mouth, and ate them, "It's delicious, the noodles I cook are unrivaled in the world."

Xiaoman smiled, and sat opposite Li Xiwei, pulled the soup bowl on the table in front of him, poured a little soy sauce into the soup bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, and took small bites slowly because of the pain in his jaw .

Li Xiwei hadn't swallowed the noodles yet, looking at the bowl that was bigger than Xiaoman's head, biting the noodles, he was stunned, there was no one else, these were all eaten by the thin dumb guy opposite, He was so startled that he began to cough violently, "Cough, cough, you alone...have you eaten so much?"

When Xiaoman heard Li Xiwei's words, his face turned red in a second. The temperature may be higher than the steaming noodle soup. He eats a bit too much. Usually, he can't eat seriously all the time. If he eats normally, his appetite is larger than ordinary people .

"Your appetite is a bit too big." Li Xiwei didn't take another bite, watching Xiaoman take one bite at a time.

Xiaoman lowered his head deeply under his gaze, his appetite may not be a little bit bigger, it should be several points.

"Do you eat so much every meal? Eat so much and still be so thin?" Li Xiwei chattered endlessly. He was infected by Xiaoman's good-looking and appetizing eating appearance, his appetite increased greatly, and he quickly finished eating his own noodles.

There was still half of Xiaoman left, but he had no intention of stopping at all. Li Xiwei swallowed, stretched out his chopsticks, picked out a few noodles from Xiaoman's bowl, put them into his mouth, and said after eating: "The fragrant noodles in your bowl , I’ll try adding some soy sauce next time.”

Xiaoman pushed his bowl to the middle, and Li Xiwei took a few more mouthfuls, "I can't eat any more."

Xiaoman ate the remaining half bowl of noodles with his head buried in the bowl, his eyes were so hot that Xiaoman got up and put away the bowls and chopsticks without raising his head after eating.

When he was a child, he had a big appetite, and no matter how he ate, he would not gain weight. At that time, his mother always held him in her arms, and smiled in his ear, saying that we Xiaoman are always so good at eating, and my mother can hardly support you. up.

Reminiscing about the funny things when he was a child, Xiaoman's eyes are much more lively than usual.

But Li Xiwei still found it very strange, and followed Xiaoman around asking questions, "You eat so much, why don't you grow as tall as me?"

He walked up to Xiao Man's body and gestured with his hand, "It only reaches my chin, and it's so thin."

Xiaoman was wearing gloves and was washing the dishes. After listening to this, he turned his head and glared at him. Li Xiwei looked at his rosette-like eye corners pressed down because of his words, and laughed, "I'm just curious, no It means to discriminate against you, you have a big appetite, it’s good... Well, it’s raining too much outside, and your road is not easy to walk, don’t mind if I hide from the rain here.”

Li Xiwei was afraid that he would disagree, so he continued to count, "I was willing to take you to find someone last time. I even drove you down the mountain by bike. You also drank my water and owed me 28 yuan."

Xiao Man is the one who is most afraid of bothering others. He always feels that favors are endless, and he has indeed troubled Li Xiwei. Of course, he would not refuse such a small request to hide from the rain. He nodded to Li Xiwei and pointed at him. The medicine on the bedside, and pointed to his face.

Li Xiwei walked to the bedside, picked up the medicine and looked at it. They were all disinfected and blood-activating, and there were rubbed and edible ones. He took out the ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, squeezed it on his fingers, walked to Xiaoman's side, and applied it directly On Xiaoman's chin.

Xiaoman was taken aback by his sudden movement, and the pot he was brushing in his hand fell into the sink.

Li Xiwei's palms were facing up, and the white ointment was still on his fingers, "What are you afraid of, you just pointed at the medicine, and then pointed at your face, didn't you mean to ask me to rub the ointment on you?"

The smell of Chinese medicine on his chin wafted from the tip of his nose, and Xiaoman moved his chin, which still hurt a little. He didn't point to his face this time, but reached out and touched the scratched place on the side of Li Xiwei's face.

Only then did Li Xiwei realize that he also had injuries on his face, Xiao Man didn't mention it, he almost forgot, raised his hand to touch his face, and said, "I'll apply the medicine later, the ointment on your chin is still there, no Paint it on."

Xiaoman took off his gloves and wiped it back and forth on his chin. Li Xiwei saw that the white ointment was still there, so he directly pressed Xiaoman's careless hand, squeezed out a little more from the medicine tube, and slowly rubbed it on his chin with his fingertips. Apply evenly on the red and swollen finger marks on the chin, "You just painted it all crookedly,"

Li Xiwei's fingers were so light that Xiaoman didn't even feel any pain. Looking down at his circling fingers, he caught a glimpse of the inside of Li Xiwei's wrist exposed from the cuff of his clothes. There was also a bruise there. I don't know if he has any.

After Li Xiwei finished painting him, Xiaoman took out a small notebook and wrote, "Are you also injured? Apart from fighting with people in the back alley of the bar, how did you get hurt?"

This matter is really complicated to explain. Li Xiwei was originally competing with Qin Jiaxu and the others. Usually riding a motorcycle on Longdong Street is fine, but halfway through the ride tonight, a police car chased him up. Later, Li Xiwei recognized that the person chasing him was not a policeman. It was Huang Mao's striker in the bar. The two had a fight, and the motorcycle couldn't be ridden, so it was thrown on the side of the road. He and Huang Mao had an enmity with Su Yu. Huang Mao saw Su Yu in the bar. After that, he kept chasing him, but Su Yu didn't respond to him. He felt that it was because of him that Su Yu ignored him. Since then, every time the two met, they would fight or fight.

This kind of cause and effect, no matter how you modify it, it seems that it will always be regarded as a contest between rivals in love. Li Xiwei didn't want Xiaoman to know, and said vaguely: "It's nothing, it's the person who made a grudge before, that, I There is also a wound on the waist."

"Can I help you?" Xiao Man wrote.

"Okay, help me, lean back a little at the waist, I can't reach it."

Xiao Man originally wanted to write that you lift up your clothes, but Li Xiwei has already taken off his shirt frankly, sitting on a chair with his back to Xiao Man.

Xiaoman looked at the broad shoulders in front of him, the muscle lines were like the water flow after the iceberg had just melted, the lines were outlined in the eyes, his eyes moved down hurriedly, and looked at his lower back, knowing that all the information was wrong, but he still popped out. I had a thought that I couldn't make myself understand.

Will there be a scar on Li Xiwei's back waist, but after seeing it clearly, there is no scar, but a tattoo of a bouquet of roses, the petals are fiery red, the flower branches start from the back waist, extend into the pants, and around the tattoo A bruise.

The red is very red, and the blue is very green.

Li Xiwei waited for a long time, but the people behind did not move. He turned his head and urged, "Why don't you paint it!"

Only then did Xiaoman come back to his senses and apply medicine to him.

Li Xiwei continued: "Are you looking at my tattoo? My mother used to like roses. My back garden was originally full of roses."

Xiaoman stopped thinking about it and concentrated on taking the medicine.

The room was very quiet. Li Xiwei felt cold and itchy when the sterilized cotton ball in Xiaoman's hand touched his skin.

The torrential rain outside had almost come to an end, and the sound of the rain hitting the window was getting slower and smaller. After the injury in his lower back was healed, Li Xiwei put on his clothes again, "The rain is about to stop. Take an umbrella."

Xiaoman found an umbrella for him.

"Aren't you going to work the night shift tomorrow?"

Xiao Man shook his head, he will transfer to the day shift tomorrow.

"Then I'll come to your place for dinner tomorrow night until it's over."

Xiao Man thought, I have to buy some food tomorrow.