Qiuchi silent

Summary: With that expression, people would believe that the underworld came to collect debts

On the way back, the sky gradually darkened, and the dirty orange haze covered the sun. During rush hour, the road was full of the sound of wheels rolling over the asphalt road and wind, interspersed with the sound of sharp horns.

Mu Zhe glanced at Xie Qiuchi between the red lights. He tilted his head and his face was very close to the window. He didn't know whether he was looking at the street scene or lost in thought. The mottled light cast deep and shallow shadows on his face. Blinking, but he has been very quiet, even looking a little tired.

Xie Qiuchi was very lively when he was talking to him, but he had glimpsed Xie Qiuchi beyond this—even though it was only a little bit, he wanted to dig out more.

Mu Zhe twirled his fingers, wanting to smoke a bit, but he endured it.He has almost no craving for cigarettes, but he doesn't smoke in front of Xie Qiuchi, because Xie Qiuchi doesn't seem to like the smell of cigarettes very much.

He asked him, Xie Qiuchi didn't express any disgust, only said that he had smoked before.At that time, Mu Zhe stepped on his finger and crushed it casually, and asked why.

Xie Qiuchi probably hesitated between fooling him casually and telling the truth, and finally told the truth: "Actually, I don't like smoking very much. After a while... I don't get used to it, so I stopped smoking."

"Oh, so." Mu Zhe shook some cigarette ash on his back, he raised his hand high, but the falling temperature still made Xie Qiuchi shiver.

He smoked the last cigarette in front of Xie Qiuchi.

However, recently Mu Zhe has been smoking a little more often, to refresh himself and suppress his irritability.

The two were mostly silent all the way, and Mu Zhe was a little helpless about this. He originally thought that he could easily get back to the original normal way of getting along, but Xie Qiuchi was in a daze more and more often.

He could neither turn a blind eye nor interfere too much. After all, after asking this question last time, Xie Qiuchi deliberately covered it up and drew a line of silence for him very neatly.

So this feeling of powerlessness slowly transformed into an indescribable and hard-to-resolve anxiety, which set him on fire.

Mu Zhe tapped the steering wheel with his fingers involuntarily, frowning slightly.

"Is tomato fish and fried broccoli okay?"

Xie Qiuchi put the shoes back on the shoe rack with his mouth in his mouth, and nodded when he heard the words: "The dog will do it?"

"I don't want to do the dishes."

Mu Zhe yawned, and dragged his slippers to the kitchen with a sleepy expression. Xie Qiuchi followed behind him, trying to persuade: "Just wash the dog."

"So diligent?"

"That's what it should be." Xie Qiuchi smiled embarrassedly. He looked at Mu Zhe's little side face, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you tired today?"

"I was dragged to play golf by my dad, and I'm tired of thinking about it." Mu Zhe frowned, and said slowly, "I don't like to toss about that."

So Xie Qiuchi seemed to have found a basis: "So today you have to rest for a while."

Mu Zhe finally smiled, glanced at him, and turned to the side as if to make way for him: "Hurry up to get work? You have to follow the rules."

The so-called rules are naturally to make Mu Zhe happy. Xie Qiuchi took off his clothes at the kitchen door with red ears, put on the go and sleeves in a vacuum, revealing the whole undulating backside.

Mu Zhe leaned against the door and admired it for a while, and was about to take a shower first, when Xie Qiuchi's cell phone rang in his trouser pocket.

His hands were just wet, and when he heard the sound, he turned around and saw that Mu Zhe had already taken out his phone, looking at the caller ID with a surprised expression: "Teacher Li?"

Xie Qiuchi took a breath, and subconsciously grabbed the edge of the cooking table. The moment Mu Zhe asked the question, the air around him seemed to be drained. He nodded his head with difficulty, and tried to calm down and replied: "It's the one from last time, I told you, Weidiao."

"Wipe your hands." Mu Zhe came over holding the phone, intending to hand it to him, and when he approached, he smiled at him in a puzzled way, "Do you owe him millions? Why do you look so nervous?" ?”

Xie Qiuchi quickly wiped his hands dry on the apron, took the phone, and smiled along with him: "I don't usually keep in touch, and the dog didn't expect it."

"Go pick it up, I'll cut the tomato." Mu Zhe didn't say anything more, and took over the red tomato soaked in the water. He flicked the water waves that were also reddened by the tomato a few times, and looked back at the kitchen door.

The door seemed to be closed casually, Xie Qiuchi took a few steps to the side, and hid where he couldn't see, his voice was also very low, and he could hardly hear anything.

He threw the tomatoes onto the cutting board, watched them roll twice before holding them down with one hand, cut them into small messy pieces, then put the knife down a little sullenly, and waited for Xie Qiuchi to finish answering the phone.

Miniature sculpture?

With that expression, people would believe that the underworld came to collect debts.

Remarks: I reckon that I am not too far from the end, there are only a few plot points, the key is to see my keyboard intentions.To be honest, I have already thought of two extra episodes o_O