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Half an hour later, the delivery boy in a dark blue uniform knocked on the door of Xuanzhao's room and brought two big bags.

One bag contained hot oatmeal and steamed stuffed buns with various fillings, and the other bag contained medicine, including external application, internal use, anti-inflammatory and pain relief.

Xuanzhao didn't react immediately: "It's not my takeaway."

"Xuan is you, right?" the delivery boy said angrily.

Xuan Zhao paused: "My surname is Xuan, but I did not order takeaway."

"It's not yours or someone else's. Who still orders takeaway in this damn place? Your surname is Xuan, and this is yours." The little brother stuffed two bags into Xuanzhao's hands without any explanation, and then murmured and complained, "If you want It wasn't because of the [-] errand fee that I didn't accept the order."

Xuanzhao was holding a big bag in one hand, watching his little brother running down the stairs in a hurry, he was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it should be the takeaway that Cen Baiyan ordered for him.

This dilapidated house was self-built in violation of regulations, and the corners and corners didn’t even have a regular house number. Xuanzhao glanced at the takeaway list, and the address written by Cen Baiyan was “Walk all the way to the innermost side of the third alley of the University City, and see the most dilapidated house.” Building on the third floor, the first room on the left", and the name of the consignee is written as "Little Xuan".

Xuan, Xiao, Peng, Friends?

Xuan Zhao silently recited these four words one by one, and the half-length mirror on the shoe rack reflected the inconspicuous smile on his face.

So childish.

In fact, Xuan Zhao was not hungry, but he still took out a steamed stuffed bun from the bag and split it in the middle—it was stuffed with black bean paste.

Xuanzhao has not eaten sweets since the car accident at the age of seven. During the period when he was in a wheelchair, the doctor always coaxed him with fruit candy. With the sweet candy in his mouth, he felt more pain when recovering.After that, Xuanzhao understood the truth that once a person eats too much sweets, he can no longer eat bitterness, so he kept all sweets at a respectful distance.

But today, he accidentally wiped a little bean paste with his fingertips, lightly pressed it into his lips and tasted it, the long-lost sweet smell spread in his mouth, the brain cells were tempted, Xuan Zhao instinctively felt happiness, Instinct was quickly overcome, however.

The sweet smell made him reflexively think of that time-teeth biting his lips, sweat covering his forehead, unable to stand up no matter how hard he tried, falling down after taking two steps with a cane, and walking like a dead dog without dignity. He fell to the ground. Immediately there was a needle-like tingling sensation in his left knee, Xuanzhao’s face turned pale, and he immediately stuffed the bean paste bag back into the bag, and then threw it into the trash can in a panic, as if throwing it away in a panic. It's not a bag of buns, but a hot bomb.

After dealing with all this, Xuan Zhao leaned back on the back of the chair, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the physical pain made him extra sober.

He raised his hand and pressed his temple, thinking what am I doing?

I was actually eating such a sweet bean paste bun, I was eating such a sweet bean paste bun sent by Cen Baiyan.

He can't touch sweets, just like Cen Baiyan, he can't touch them either.

The ceramic water glass on the desk reflected his bloodless face at the moment, his pupils were extraordinarily dark, like a bottomless spring.

Xuan Zhao knew very well that he had lost his composure.

He took the photo on purpose, he just wanted to "inadvertently" let Cen Baiyan know that he was having a bad time, the bucket of instant noodles and cheap rheumatism ointment were all bait he released, to lure Cen Baiyan to get closer to him little by little , he nibbled away at Cen Baiyan bit by bit.

The line used to catch Cen Baiyan was in his hands and could only be manipulated by him, he would never allow his mind to be affected by Cen Baiyan in the slightest.

When the restless heartbeat gradually calmed down, Xuan Zhao's face was as calm as water, and he became that calm and strategizing boss again, as if the panicked one just now was another person.

He took out a diary from the desk drawer, turned to the latest page, picked up a pen and wrote a few lines, then turned on his phone and sent a message to Cen Baiyan.

"The red bean paste buns are very sweet. I supervised Xiaoxiao Xuan to eat all of them, and there was not a single one left."

Cen Baiyan smiled at this message, and unconsciously raised his hand to slowly stroke his Adam's apple.

—It seems that he likes sweets very much.

He originally thought that Xuanzhao ate too much instant noodles these two days, and eating some sweets would relieve his boredom, but he didn't expect that there were so many buns, and he didn't have any left. He looked so thin and had a big appetite.

His throat suddenly felt itchy. Cen Baiyan touched a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He stared at the screen of the phone with deep eyes, wanting to send a message to ask if the painkiller Xuan Xiaoxiao had taken it, whether his legs still hurt, and his fingers just After typing a word, think about it or forget it, I really can't let it go, I'm afraid Xuan Zhao will think that he is too attentive, what if there is a misunderstanding.

Most of the cigarettes have been smoked, and the news still hasn't been sent. Cen Baiyan, with the butt of the cigarette in his mouth, thinks why I'm being hypocritical. I just care about what's wrong with his legs. He and Xuan Zhao are ordinary friends. When an ordinary friend hurts his leg, he just sends a WeChat message to ask. If Chen Wei hurts his leg, he will definitely take care of it 24 hours a day.

After some mental activities, Cen Baiyan was about to convince himself that Xuan Zhao was just an ordinary friend who couldn't be more ordinary, far worse than Chen Weilai. At this moment, Chen Wei's heart-piercing voice came from the room Wailing, "Fuck! Yang Shuo, why the fuck did you put your encyclopedia on the ground? I didn't notice that I kicked it, and my toe was broken!"

Yang Shuo hurriedly apologized, and Chen Wei yelled, "Where is Cen Baiyan! Nizi, daddy's leg is broken and you still don't come in to fulfill your filial piety!"

"Get out|Damn it," Cen Baiyan scolded without even thinking about it, "You have a broken leg, it's none of my business, get out!"

Snapped--

The cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground, and Cen Baiyan suddenly realized that he was double marking, his heart beat suddenly, and he stamped out the cigarette butt in a panic.

As soon as the phone turned on, Xuan Zhao sent him another message:

"I also supervised him to use the plaster, and it was very effective. He said thank you Brother Baiyan."

There was also a photo sent along with him. Xuan Zhao took a picture of his left leg, with the hem of his trousers rolled up to his thigh, and the imported plaster that Cen Baiyan bought for him was stuck on his left knee.

Cen Baiyan's thoughts that had been chaotic for a second immediately calmed down. He looked left and right at the knee for a while, and typed a reply in satisfaction:

--good.

Just as he was about to press the send button with his finger, Cen Baiyan rolled his Adam's apple, deleted the line, and sent the word "stupid|forceful" in the past.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the waiting posture of staring at the phone, and after waiting for a full ten minutes, Xuan Zhao didn't reply to him anymore.

Chen Wei poked his head out and took a look: "What are you doing? You've been outside all night. You've been dating online recently, haven't you? The weather is uncertain, you are exactly the same as falling in love."

Yang Shuo also sensed that something was wrong with Cen Baiyan, and turned his head to look this way.

"Go away," Cen Baiyan was startled, and sent them away with a nasty voice, "It's bothering you!"

fall in love?Who does he talk to?and the cripple?

It's just ridiculous!

Cen Baiyan sniffed, trying to get Xuan Zhao out of his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt how fucking weird it was!

It has only been less than two months since he and Xuan Zhao met, but his mood is always fluctuating because of this lame man.Obviously it was the cripple who said he fell in love with him at first sight, but now he doesn't reply to his message.

It's also love at first sight, Luo Xiaoxiao clings to him like nougat all day long, why is that cripple so unique, his walking posture is different from normal people, even falling in love at first sight is different from ordinary people!

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Cen Baiyan gritted his teeth viciously, and made up his mind not to talk to the cripple anymore. Just as he was about to enter the room, the phone vibrated again.

——In return, do you want me to accompany you to pick out pens tomorrow?I have a roommate who likes to collect pens, and I have learned a little bit about it.

This message was quickly withdrawn, because Xuanzhao found out that he had made a very low-level mistake. He told Cen Baiyan that he didn't live in the dormitory, and he didn't have much contact with his roommates, so how could he be "obsessed with it".

But Cen Baiyan, whose heart was beating like a drum, didn't notice this loophole. He only thought that Xuan Zhao had sent him an invitation, but he was suddenly shy, so he withdrew it.

He clenched his hand into a fist and put it against his lips, covering the raised corners of his lips. Last second, he had vowed that he would never listen to Xuan Zhao again, but this second he replied in a strange way: "Yes, tomorrow!" I will allow Aiqing to accompany you."

The next day it rained a lot, Cen Baiyan didn't bother to bring an umbrella, and went out as soon as he put his coat and hat on his head.

Xuan Zhao was waiting for him at the entrance of University City, wearing a light gray coat, with a walking stick in his left hand and an umbrella in his right hand.

Cen Baiyan saw Xuanzhao from a distance through a layer of rain and fog. In the damp mist, Xuanzhao was as thin as a piece of light feather, wearing a furry black scarf, half of his face was buried in it, which made his skin whiter .

Hold!It's like a fucking painting!

Cen Baiyan had such a thought in his mind for no reason, and walked towards Xuanzhao quickly.

"Why don't you hold an umbrella?" Xuan Zhao gave half of the umbrella to Cen Baiyan, frowned and said, "You're all wet."

"Not so delicate," Cen Baiyan lowered the brim of his hat, "Drizzle, I'm too lazy to wear it."

Xuan Zhao sighed helplessly: "You. Fortunately, I took you with you."

He was shorter than Cen Baiyan, and it was a bit difficult to hold the umbrella, so Cen Baiyan took the umbrella from him naturally.

Xuan Zhao took out a stack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Cen Baiyan, then stood on tiptoe and lifted the hat that Cen Baiyan was wearing on his head.

"puff--"

When Cen Baiyan's face was completely exposed, Xuan Zhao suddenly laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Cen Baiyan asked.

"I was thinking that you are like a little daughter-in-law." Xuan Zhao bent his eyes and tilted his head under the umbrella, "Did I look like I was taking off the hijab just now?"