[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

The air is filled with the aroma of pasta, the aroma of stirring vegetables, mixed with the sound of hot water boiling.

Even without opening my eyes, I can still imagine the boiling water in the cooking pot in the kitchen, the white mist spiraling up into the range hood to be sucked away, and the bubbles bulging up one by one, glowing with a transparent luster.

The glass sliding door of the kitchen was opened, and the rollers were rubbing against the ground, and then someone came out from inside, with light and slow footsteps, gradually approaching.

"clang--"

The coffee table is made of marble, so every time something is put on it it makes that sound.Immediately, strong hot air rushed over and inhaled into his nose.I pulled the quilt tightly, covered my head, and lazily complained: "What time is it...I fell asleep at three o'clock because of the noise of firecrackers yesterday..."

"It's already eleven o'clock."

"It's only eleven o'clock..." I muttered to myself, I turned over and yawned hugely.

"Get up, breakfast is going to be cold."

"……breakfast?"

"Dumplings."

"What kind of water do you want..." Lying on the sofa, I gradually woke up, recalling the fact that I was lying on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala last night, and finally fell asleep directly in the living room.

The brain turned from initial chaos to doubt, and then started to run rapidly, and the original half-dream and half-awake state was over.

"Zimu?"

I rubbed my eyes and began to doubt life.

Isn’t the pink-haired boy sitting on the other side of the sofa eating coffee jelly on the table the one who watched the fire with me last night? He glanced towards this side with a blank expression, and dropped the plastic case in his hand , without the slightest fluctuation in tone: "Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face."

"Oh."

I didn't realize it until I walked into the bathroom and started to squeeze toothpaste. I scratched my head in a daze and muttered, "No, why did I get up? When did he come? What's the situation? Is this my house?"

Three consecutive daily questions.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, and I almost swallowed the toothpaste when I finally heard the voice in my head——

[I came over after breakfast, saw you sleeping like a dead pig, and then went to boil water]

... After hearing this metaphor, I don't want to thank you at all, Dad Qi Mu.

When I returned to the living room and sat on the sofa again to pick up the dumplings made by someone myself, I first glanced at him furtively, then looked away at the bottom of the bowl, and then turned my head to look at him.

"Huh?" The boy squeezed out a helpless question from his nasal cavity.

I quickly shook my head, took a tentative sip of the noodle soup, and found that the taste was normal, and then I ate it with confidence.

"By the way, Saiki, thank you and happy new year!"

"Ah."

The young man nodded without shame, leaning on the sofa with a paralyzed face, holding a square pillow in his arms, looking relaxed as if he was in his own home.

I twitched my eyes, pretending I didn't see it.

The replay of yesterday's Spring Festival Gala is still playing on the TV, Saiki Kusuo is holding the remote control and changed a few channels a little bored, and turned up the volume.After eating the dumplings, I also slumped on the sofa in a daze, with my legs crossed in an imageless manner, my head of unkempt black hair, and my eyes were dull.

"Hey."

"what?"

"What do you usually do at home?"

"Eat, sleep, etc."

"Pig?"

"Occasionally, some anti-social and anti-human guys come to do things."

"..." Are you alluding to something?

The pink-haired boy took a deep breath, and asked another way: "What about your hobbies?"

"none."

"……"Hopeless.

I suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised my head and patted my thigh: "By the way, when is your birthday, Qi Mu!"

"August sixteenth."

"Okay, I will definitely keep it in my heart." He patted his chest vigorously and assured him.

The rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala ended. I took a glass of juice from the table and handed it to Qi Mu. I also picked up a can of soda, opened the pull tab, and silently complained: "Suddenly I feel so boring, there is nothing more interesting. Channel? Why don’t you continue to watch Jingzi on Station B.”

The boy took the juice, unscrewed the bottle calmly and handed it over: "Here you are."

He and I looked at each other, with dead fish eyes on the face, and I held my forehead: "It's not that I can't open the drink bottle, hey-this is for you to drink, young man?"

Qi Mu put the juice bottle on the tea table, turned his face sideways: "Baili, my mother asked you to come to our house for dinner at night."

"..."

I suspected that I had heard it wrong, so I subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Go to my house for dinner tonight, do you have any opinions?"

"No...but why?"

A person with superpowers peeled off the orange on the coffee table, threw away the skin, and naturally broke half of it and stuffed it into my hand: "This way you don't have to order takeaway, isn't it good?"

I took it subconsciously, and stuffed the orange into my mouth: "It's true... Wait, it's still wrong, why does your mother know me, what kind of **** trend is this?"

The boy looked a little helpless, he ate his share of oranges, picked up a Ferrero on the table, and peeled off the tin foil: "Last time you... sent me home, she saw it."

Oh.

It was the time when Qi Mu's father was carried home by me all the way as if he had a kidney deficiency.

I watched blankly as the pink-haired boy devoured one Ferrero and then peeled off the tinfoil of a second one.

With puffed cheeks, he solemnly picked up the fruit knife on the table to peel the apple. Of course, this guy didn't do the knife himself, but he used superpowers to make the whole apple float, and the knife automatically rotated around it, and the apple peel circled like a circle Spiral down.

I was dumbfounded and clapped my hands involuntarily: "Wow, that's amazing." This kind of mentally handicapped behavior was exchanged for someone's understatement: "So my family said that I want to thank you and call you to eat at home."

I nodded with a vague understanding.

In fact, it’s just a trivial matter, so there’s no need to thank everyone for it. I always feel that there are other reasons that I didn’t mention.

"Clap."

The apple peel finally fell into the trash can intact. The boy controlled the fruit in midair, moved his fingers slightly, and sent it to the right.Seeing that I didn't respond for a long time, I raised my hand to signal, and stared at the marble carvings on the table with a cold expression: "Take it."

"Oh."

I responded and then caught the apple floating in the air, grabbed it in my hand and took a bite: "Thank you."

"No thanks."

The only sound left in the whole space was the sound of me gnawing on an apple. After a short silence, Qi Mu suddenly asked me: "When did you eat the matcha cake last time?"

"What cake?"

"The one in the fridge."

"Ah, I saw the note you left, so I planned to eat it in a few days, but I forgot it after too long, and then threw it away after the expiration date."

Qi Mu's father looked silent, he held his forehead, opened his mouth and didn't speak, and finally heaved a long sigh, like an overworked father seeing his naughty and ignorant silly son.

"I just put the new one in the refrigerator. Before you eat it next time, remember to take it out and put it at room temperature for a while, otherwise it will be too cold."

I nodded blankly, threw away the apple core in my hand, was stunned for a while and suddenly remembered something: "Ah, that's right, Qi Mu!"

Seeing him looking over, I got up and pointed to the TV cabinet: "Playing games?"

……

In the next few hours, Mr. Qi Mu and I played all the controller game discs at home.

"Wow, Qi Mu, you can even play this."

"...Don't take my life while sighing, okay?"

Looking at the characters of clearing the level displayed on the screen, I dropped the controller and slumped on the sofa with a smirk: "Hahaha, I didn't expect to pass the level. I'm someone who can't even play the second level of Super Mario."

"I can tell."

"..."

"Come on, let's go out. Take the keys, turn off the lights, and take your mobile phone."

"Okay! Do you want headphones?"

"...Are you going to my house to listen to music?"

"Eh... well."

After locking the door, I obediently followed Qi Mu's father on the journey. The snow had already melted and the weather was not too cold, but there were still few people on the road. The doors of the shops on both sides were closed tightly, and there were couplets pasted on the rolling doors.

I walked through several streets in a row like this, and occasionally met a few people carrying big bags and small bags of specialties, wearing bright red clothes, smiling beamingly, and preparing to go to other people's homes to pay New Year's greetings.

I suddenly realized that I clenched my fist with my left hand and beat the palm of my right hand: "Ah!"

gift!

When you go to someone's house as a guest, you must at least bring something with you, so what's the point of bringing someone alone!

In front of Qi Mu, he bought a box of hardcover cherries from an unclosed fruit stand on the side of the road and held it in his hand. He didn't say anything, and he acquiesced in my behavior.

"Do you like cherries?"

The boy looked at me unexpectedly: "It's okay."

"That's fine."

When I walked to the door of Qi Mu's house and rang the doorbell, I was a little nervous, and I squeezed my palms and found that they were all sweaty.The door opened very quickly, and the young aunt I saw last time hugged her son: "Xiao Nan is back, how are you doing?"

Qi Mu Kusuo let his mother hug him with a slumped face. The short-haired mother accidentally caught a glimpse of me next to me, with joy and surprise on her face: "Is this Xiao Xi?"

I quickly handed over a large box of cherries: "Hello, Auntie! Happy New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai and everything goes well. A small gift is not a respect."

"Come in, come in, it's fine if someone comes, I'm so sorry, and thank you for taking care of my Xiaonan last time."

"No, no, I am usually taken care of more."

"No, it's my little Nan."

"not me."

"Do not……"

The pink-haired boy wore two suppressors and green goggles, and said without showing emotion: "Can I go in?"

……

Qi Mu's father seems to have to work overtime, so he can only come back on the night of the first day of the new year.Although his house is not big, there are traces of the life of the three of them in every place. There is still unreplaced brown leather shoe polish in the shoe cabinet at the door, fresh peony flowers are placed in the living room, and Mr. Qi Mu is even pasted on the stairs. Quite a few private photos.

My aunt first served me a bowl of chicken soup, saying that it had been boiled for five hours.Facing the eyes of the two people, I drank it abruptly with sweat on my head, and gave a thumbs up: "Auntie's craftsmanship is awesome! Added five-finger peach and wolfberry lily, right?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily: "That's right, how did Xiaoxi know?"

I squeezed my chin and thought for a while: "Hmm... because I also burned it like this, so I can drink it?"

"so smart!"

The longer you stay in his house, the warmer the atmosphere becomes.A beautiful mother who looks the same on the outside, loves her son and husband wholeheartedly.Handmade scarves knitted for the family, knowing everyone's appetites, well-organized rooms, superb cooking skills and gentle smiles.

What a model family.

No wonder he raised such a warm son.

Now I am beginning to feel that the saying that the family environment affects children is true.

"Qimu, I have a question for you."

"Ah."

"Are your parents on good terms?"

"...you will know later."

In the beginning, I was really in the dark, with a dazed look on my face.But when his father came back at dinner time, I was lucky enough to see what it means to show affection and what it means to be gluey.

After the sumptuous dinner, I proposed to go home.

Although his parents looked very disappointed, they still nodded and agreed, and asked Mr. Qi Mu to see me off by the way.

It was completely dark outside.

The dim street lights matched the sound of fireworks and firecrackers one after another, and I walked behind Qi Mu boy, holding the milk candy wrapper that I ate at his house.

There was a cold wind blowing by, the long hair was blown to cover the eyes, and it flew wildly.I reached out to brush my hair, but accidentally knocked the candy wrapper away: "Ah..."

The white square oil paper floated several times in the air, and was finally caught by the boy in front, and handed it to me again without saying a word.

"Thank you."

I lowered my head to fiddle with the paper and began to fold it.Fold in half, unfold, flatten the hypotenuse, press corners, reverse pinch.And every time a street lamp passes by, the two black shadows one in front and one behind will radially enlarge along the direction of the light, and the shadows behind will cover the ones in front.

When I walked to the door of my house, the streetlight in front of the building happened to be broken, so this area was especially dark.

"Qimu, thank you today." I stood under the broken street lamp, rubbed my hands, and thanked earnestly.Then, under the eyes of the boy who couldn't understand, he smiled: "Your house is really great, I've never seen such a nice place..." I suddenly fell silent, and I realized that I was about to say something irreparable s things.

But the words in my throat kept jumping out, and I couldn't stop it: "...so I may not run to your house often in the future, otherwise it will make people constantly aware of their situation and never stop. keep reminding me-

[You don't have] such a fact. "

He was obviously invited to dinner at home with good intentions, but he said such a thing.

A wind passed by again, blowing the white sugar wrapper in his hand away.The messy hair covered my eyes and blocked my view, so I couldn't see what kind of face the boy had at this time.

"By the way, your chicken soup is really good. I dare say there is no salt added. This is a pure natural feeling. It makes people feel like they are in an original ecological chicken farm. You can see it when you close your eyes..."

"sorry."

But he bowed his head first.

Under my shocked gaze, Saiki Kusuo, a boy who had never changed his expression since the day we met, actually drooped the corners of his mouth, and his expressionless face was also stained with guilt.

"No, don't apologize! This will make you look like me, look like me..."

Before I had time to think about it, I panicked and took out the key to open the door, and rushed into the house as if fleeing.

Saiki Kusuo stood under the street lamp and looked at the lights in the window of the room in a daze. His eyes moved to the ground not far away, where a small white paper crane was staying there quietly.

He originally planned to use superpowers to make it fly over by himself, but he thought of the surveillance video of the community here, so he had no choice but to go over and squat down, and reached out to pick it up himself.

"...It's milk candy."