The Boyfriend Return Policy

Zhou Jixing listened to Zhile: "Where did you watch it?"

Xu Du returned the original words: "online."

Zhou Jixing was still laughing. He reached out to hold Xu Du's hand, and squeezed his little finger. The bone in the middle of Xu Du's little finger was sunken. According to his own guess, it was because he wrote too much by hand when he was studying. The words were drawn with a pen.

Zhou Jixing gently rubbed that bone back and forth: "I won't say anything that I'm not sure about."

He looked at him with certainty: "Xu Du, you like me."

"Oh." After a moment of silence, Xu Du withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes, "You know again."

Zhou Jixing smiled: "Come here and give me a hug."

He was so persistent about this, Xu Du originally wanted to say a few words, but before he could say a word, he laughed out loud, dawdling past, Zhou Jixing hugged Xu Du into his arms.

The two hugged each other quietly.

There are still many things I can't figure out, but at least I feel at ease at the moment.

If life is a novel, this meeting should describe the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them in a few hundred words. If it is a slapstick novel, it should highlight the sliced ​​noodles, bah, the sliced ​​face, which is as deep as the sea of ​​stars, and then Write about Xiaoniaoyiren, and finally sigh-oh!This is love!

Unfortunately, life is not a novel.

There is no ambiguity that continues to heat up, and there is no home run. There are two living men who bow their heads to life, bend their waists to five buckets of rice, smelly socks after wearing them for a long time, and suddenly lose their temper when they are hungry.

Love, trivial matters, are all one thing.

"How many days a week?"

"Ok?"

"My legs are numb."

"..."

Forget it, what is romantic about being in love with a man in his thirties, Zhou Jixing sighed, stood up, and watched Xu Du carefully move his legs that had been coiled together for a long time.

Xu Du suddenly raised his eyes: "You sigh like I'm hopeless?"

Zhou Jixing bent down to help him straighten his legs, and sat on the side to rub his legs. Xu Du got cheap and acted like a good boy: "It hurts, hurts... Take it easy, Zhou Jixing, can you do it?"

Zhou Jixing stopped moving, looked at him, Xu Du pursed his lips, and shut up obediently.

Zhou Jixing: "Don't sit like this next time."

It wasn't the first time, every time Xu Du took off his shoes, he kept crossing his legs together, and his legs became numb after a while.

Xu Du tapped his hamstring, wondering: "I didn't know it before? I've always sat like this, and I could do the splits when I was young."

Zhou Jixing: "Doctor Xu, face up to your age."

Xu Du: "..."

I can't talk about it anymore, let's talk about a fart love!

Probably because of the extra layers of relationships, Zhou Jixing spoke a little more like a human being than before: "I mean, people have to face up to birth, old age, sickness and death, and they will grow old sooner or later."

"Hello." Xu Du touched him with his knee, squinting his eyes, "Do you count how many times you reminded me tonight that I'm old. Is it a false age? I don't count until after my birthday."

Day of the week: "Oh, when is your birthday?"

Xu Du tsk-tsk, thinking that the first time the two of us met was my birthday, okay?For Zhou Jixing, he certainly didn't pick the cake himself.

"Anyway, it's not two one four."

Zhou Jixing's birthday is on February [-]th, which happens to be Valentine's Day, and Xu Du has almost forgotten all the materials he memorized before, so that's all he remembers.

Zhou Jixing slapped him on the leg: "Look at your energy, doesn't it hurt?"

Xu Du shook his head embarrassingly: "It's okay, the blood circulation of our young people is so fast."

Zhou Jixing: "Oh."

Take a look!

Is this the sneer that the person who just said I like you should send out?

Zhou Jixing pulled down his trousers, bent over by the way, picked up the coat that had been dropped on the floor before, and patted the ashes: "Cook some noodles for me."

"Go to hell." Xu Du got out of bed cursingly, leaned on the chair and looked for shoes again, "I want to beat you."

Hearing these words, Zhou Jixing said, "Find me a suit, and I'll take a shower."

Xu Du turned his head and swept his legs, and easily pressed Zhou Jixing on the closet. Zhou Jixing pressed his face closer, as Zhou Jixing often did, showing off because of his good-looking face.

Zhou Jixing was smiling with the corner of his mouth hooked, Xu Du was stunned for a moment, Zhou Jixing had already kissed him on the forehead: "Good boy."

Be good ass!

"What are you kissing blindly, are you a dog?" Xu Du raised his paw and wiped his forehead, "Did you kiss me?"

Xu Du blushed, half of his body was buried in the closet, the air inside was cooler than outside, Xu Du rummaged through for a long time to find out a set of clothes, and threw it into Zhou Jixing's arms without even looking at it: "Brother, what are you doing?" Speak normally, I'm afraid."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Zhou Jixing's response, and he was about to walk out. When he was grabbing the doorknob with his hands, he heard Zhou Jixing ask: "Xu Du, are we together?"

Xu Du squeezed the doorknob, bit his teeth, and blurted out: "Mmm, we're together, you're satisfied, you're happy."

.........

The bottom of the pot was baked by natural gas, the flames were jumping and trembling in the air, and the clear water was gradually bubbling. Xu Du propped his hands in front of the stove, his fingers bent into an arc, and his fingertips against the stove felt a slight coolness.

He admitted that he liked it...and then came to confess to him a few days ago?

And then they're together?

A ball of wool was tangled in Xu Du's mind, and he tried to think about it, all he could think of was the way he kicked his legs back and forth with Zhou Jixing in the Civil Affairs Office, childish and funny.

The water boiled completely, Xu Du reacted, opened the cabinet, thought and knew that it was impossible to find instant noodles at home, took out a bucket of dried noodles, weighed how much to put in, grabbed a handful, too much?Letting go again, grabbing again seems to be missing, Xu Du turned his head, and howled at the people inside: "Zhou-ji-ok-"

"Ok?"

"I go!"

Zhou Jixing suddenly appeared at the door, startling Xu Du: "Your uncle!"

Zhou Jixing put his hands in his pockets, and his palms were close to his belt. He leaned half against the door, and curled his mouth in a good mood: "Is this scary?"

"Scare your sister." Xu Du raised the hand holding the dried noodles, "How much do you want?"

"A bowl."

"Oh." Xu Du turned his head and looked at the bucket of dried noodles. He could tell how wide it was, "Well, how much is a bowl?"

The highest level of Xu Du's cooking skills is to add an extra egg to instant noodles, or cut a few slices of ham sausage, which can be achieved by elementary school students.

Zhou Jixing sighed, stepped over, and took the noodles from Xu Du: "I'll do it."

"That..." Xu Du touched his nose in embarrassment, "There are still a lot of dishes, why don't you heat them up?"

Zhou Jixing took out a handful of dried noodles, put them close to the surface of the water, and stirred the seasoning when the noodles were soft: "Well, you go."