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"Zi-"

The broken street lamp in the corridor was completely scrapped after Xuan Zhao snapped the switch, and a wisp of arrogant white smoke floated out from the charred bulb.

"Cough cough," Xuan Zhao covered his mouth and coughed dryly twice, "Accident, pure accident."

"It's pretty good," Cen Baiyan snorted, and commented, "The living environment is very primitive, back to basics."

Xuan Zhao touched the tip of his nose, this guy really didn't miss any chance to embarrass him: "You turn on the light in the toilet, it can be brighter."

The shared toilets on each floor are in the corridor, and Cen Baiyan can turn on the lights by reaching out and pushing the door open.

"No," Cen Baiyan said with disgust when he thought of the dirty toilet, "It stinks."

Xuan Zhao knew the expression on his face without looking, and said with a chuckle, "Okay, young master."

The corridor was pitch black, Xuan Zhao took out the key from his trousers pocket, but failed to align it with the keyhole after inserting it several times.

"What are you moaning about?"

Cen Baiyan covered his nose, the smell of the toilet next to him could not be covered with the door closed, it was quite suffocating.

"Hmm. I can't see clearly."

Xuan Zhao bent down, leaned the crutch against the door, groped with one hand on the door lock, found the position of the hole with his fingertips, and inserted the key in, but still couldn't get in.

"Huh?" Xuan Zhao muttered, "What's going on?"

"You can't even open a lock. You're stupid. Let me see." Cen Baiyan turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, stood behind Xuanzhao, bent slightly, and took a picture at the keyhole. There was a thick layer of rust inside, and I don't know how long the lock has been used. "It's very rusty, so I have to open it easily."

"It's fine if it's not broken, I'll apply some oil later."

Xuanzhao rubbed his fingers on the key, and by the light of the phone's flashlight, he spotted the location and slowly inserted the key.

"Okay."

Xuan Zhao maintained that bent posture, tilted his head slightly, and suddenly met Cen Baiyan's face. The two noses were facing each other, and their breaths were tightly entwined.

Cen Baiyan leaned sideways behind him, his tall body covered Xuan Zhao's whole body, and the powerful aura belonging to Cen Baiyan made Xuan Zhao's breathing stagnate.

The not too bright white light of the cell phone flashlight shone on Xuan Zhao's face from bottom to top, reflecting clearly every tiny hair on his cheeks.

They just looked at each other one after the other, one high and the other low. In the darkness, Cen Baiyan's eyes looked darker than usual, and his eyes reflected Xuan Zhao's appearance at this time—pale skin, flustered eyes, and crow feathers. The same black lashes cast clear shadows under the lids.

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Xuan Zhao moved his throat, lowered his head to avoid Cen Baiyan's scorching breath, and twisted his wrist——

With a "click", the door opened.

Cen Baiyan stood up straight, and the powerful aura that tightly wrapped him faded away. Xuan Zhao lowered his eyelashes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuanzhao opened the door, turned on the light in the room, inserted the latch inside the door with his backhand, took a pair of cotton slippers for Cen Baiyan from the simple shoe rack by the door, and greeted him, "You can sit wherever you want, you are welcome."

He put the key on the top of the refrigerator, and when he looked back, Cen Baiyan was really not polite to him. He folded his hands on his chest, walked back and forth in the room twice, and critically sized up Xuanzhao's rental house.

——What the hell is this broken place, can people live in this kind of house?

——Normal people will get sick if they stay here for a long time. It's no wonder that this cripple is in good health!

Cen Baiyan looked at the room horizontally and vertically. No matter how you look at it, it is not pleasing to the eye. He said coldly: "There is no air conditioner. It is cold in winter and hot in summer. It is a good place. Living here is almost the same as living under a bridge hole, close to nature."

Xuan Zhao smiled, and said warmly, "It's good to get used to it. In summer, there is an electric fan, and in winter there is a small sun."

"Little Sun?" The name of the electrical appliance sounds quite high-end, it must be some kind of hot new thing, Cen Baiyan raised his chin, "What is it?"

"Is there anything that Young Master Bo Yan doesn't know? I'll show you what to see."

Xuan Zhao said with a smile that he didn't have a crutch at home, so he limped to the closet, bent down and dragged out something that looked like an electric fan.

"Here," Xuan Zhao plugged in the power, patted the top cover, and said to Cen Baiyan with a smile, "This is the little sun."

He pressed the switch, and the electric heater came on with a bang, and the warm orange light illuminated most of the room.

It was rare that there was a new gadget that Cen Baiyan had never seen before. Xuan Zhao rolled his eyes and showed it to Cen Baiyan with a little show off: "Don't look at it as small, it's actually very useful, not worse than an air conditioner at all."

It's just a simple small electric heater. Is this cripple still a baby?

Cen Baiyan snorted softly, caught a glimpse of the open wooden wardrobe door out of the corner of his eye, immediately felt something was wrong, and pointed it out sharply: "You put it in the wardrobe, don't you use it often?"

Xuanzhao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that Cen Baiyan, who was fooling around, would notice this detail.

Not only did he not use this electric heater very often, in fact, he lived in a high-end apartment in the city center most of the time, and the second-hand appliances and old furniture here were bought by Uncle Gong for him in advance.

Xuanzhao's brain was working fast, and he was still thinking about how to explain this negligence. Before he could make up a suitable lie, Cen Baiyan said unhappily: "You don't think this damn thing consumes a lot of power and saves power, so you don't want to give it up." Use it?"

Cen Baiyan came up with an excellent excuse for him.

"." Xuanzhao reacted very quickly, with just the right amount of embarrassment on his face, his eyebrows drooping, "The power is also high, and I'm worried that the circuit will be overloaded."

"How much electricity this shit consumes, you're freezing like this—forget it."

Cen Baiyan was just about to scold the poor and crippled man, when he raised his eyes and saw the unobvious embarrassment in Xuan Zhao's eyes, he swallowed the swear words back.

"Global climate warming, winter is not so cold, not very cold."

Xuan Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, with his head down, his chin slightly retracted, and his palms gently rubbing his left knee, as if this would relieve some embarrassment.

As if a large glass of lemon juice had been spilled on the soft meat at the tip of Cen Baiyan's heart, his heart suddenly felt sour, and an idea popped up inexplicably:

——This cripple, how would he survive this winter without me?

Xuanzhao then raised his head and smiled at Cen Baiyan, "I don't use it at all, I usually take out the leg wipes to warm them up, and open them after taking a shower and changing clothes. In fact, it's winter, and the quilt should be thicker. "

"What kind of quilt are you covering?" Cen Baiyan walked to the side of the bed, picked up the corner of the quilt, and said with frowned eyebrows, "Why is it so thin?"

"Is it thin?" Xuan Zhao didn't think so, and said cheerfully, "I think it's quite warm. When the sun is out, I hug it out to bask in the sun. It's very comfortable."

"Warm ass," Cen Baiyan frowned, "If you're really warm, can you still freeze yourself out of a high fever?"

Xuan Zhao touched the tip of his nose: "Then I'll add another one tonight."

Cen Baiyan walked to the desk again, and kicked the old box of sauerkraut noodles on the ground with his toes: "What the hell is this?"

"Instant noodles." Xuan Zhao said.

Cen Baiyan kicked the box impatiently: "Throw it away."

Xuanzhao said in astonishment, "Throw it away?"

"Junk food is the same as garbage," Cen Baiyan said involuntarily, without feeling that he was dictating other people's lives, and said confidently, "Garbage is for throwing away."

Xuan Zhao argued in disapproval: "Junk food is also food, and food is for eating."

"Yo," Cen Baiyan raised his eyebrows, "I hear what you mean, if I asked you to eat less instant noodles, it would be harming you, wouldn't it?"

"...No," Xuan Zhao said sincerely, "You are doing it for my own good."

Cen Baiyan spread his hands and grinned: "That's terrible, throw it away quickly."

Xuan Zhao didn't understand why he let Cen Baiyan lead him into the ditch. He was still guilty here. Cen Baiyan glared at him, and suddenly said viciously: "Do you know?"

"Got it," Xuan Zhao blurted out, "Throw it away right away."

"Very good." Cen Baiyan was satisfied.

Seeing his complacent look, Xuanzhao suddenly felt soft-hearted, shook his head helplessly, and said with a light smile, "What a kid."

Cen Baiyan was picky about Xuanzhao's rental house. The chair was too low, it was too dark, the light was too dark, this and that, Xuanzhao responded to everything, no matter what Cen Boyan said, he would A look of infinite connivance: "Yes, yes, you are right."

It was not enough for Cen Baiyan to show weakness and make Cen Baiyan feel sorry for him, he also had to quietly lure Cen Baiyan to participate in his life, and then he would in turn, logically, gradually invade Cen Baiyan's territory.

Cen Baiyan walked to the refrigerator and saw a large pile of medicines in the woven frame on the top, and his throat was choked again.

A medicine jar like Xuanzhao, with a dignified face, actually has bad legs and feet, is sick all over, is poor, and has a mother in a nursing home. I don’t know how he grew up so big by himself. .

"You have so many medicines," Cen Baiyan picked up a medicine bottle, but couldn't understand the instructions on it, "what do you take?"

Xuan Zhao didn't listen to what Cen Baiyan said at all, thinking that Cen Baiyan was disliking something in this room again, and responded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you are right."

"What's wrong with you?" Cen Baiyan exhaled, "You cripple, you can't treat yourself better, can you have some snacks?"

He frowned and turned around, Xuanzhao was sitting on the edge of the bed, the little sun shone warmly on him, he bent his eyes and smiled very gently: "I don't feel bad, I'm doing well now .”

Cen Baiyan felt his fist hit the cotton, and smiled at Xuan Zhao, suddenly unable to say anything.

That's right, this is Xuanzhao's own room, and he lives his own life, so why should he be an outsider here.

His concern for Xuan Zhao seems to have really exceeded the boundary of "good friends".

"It's like this little sun," Xuan Zhao pointed to the electric heater with his toe, and said calmly, "For a person like me, using it occasionally is enough for heating. If you really live in a 24-hour room with the air conditioner on In the house, the ability to keep out the cold will be weakened.”

He didn't say this on purpose to show weakness in front of Cen Baiyan, Xuan Zhao really thought so.

Even in a high-end apartment with underfloor heating, Xuanzhao hardly needs heating in winter.

Just as people who are greedy for sweets cannot endure hardship, people who are greedy for warmth cannot bear cold either.

What he said was straightforward, without any special tone, but Cen Baiyan could read a trace of inconspicuous fragility from his thin silhouette.Xuanzhao is like a feather, it looks so light, and it will run away when the wind blows, but it is unexpectedly tenacious.

The feather seemed to have landed in Cen Baiyan's chest, and it made his heart itch a little.

He tightened his five fingers on the side of his body, deliberately ignoring the messy feathers on his chest, and looked away: "You don't want to change clothes."

He wore this shirt all night, and he sweated so much in the hospital, he must be uncomfortable.

"Well," Xuan Zhao got up, took a piece of home clothes from the hanger, looked at Cen Baiyan, "I'll go to the toilet to change."

"No, you change it inside the house," Cen Baiyan said, "I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette."

Cen Boyan concealed the door and lit a cigarette in the dark.

What kind of person is Xuan Zhao?

Cen Baiyan looked at the light of fire between his fingers, frowned and thought.

Before he could come to any conclusion, footsteps came from under the stairs, accompanied by the conversation of two men.

Xuan Zhao seems to have said that the two on the same floor are Internet cafe network administrators, so it is not unusual for them to be off work.

One of them said: "I watched a movie yesterday, two men, they are so exciting."

Another replied: "What? I want to try it. I think the cripple on the same floor as us is pretty good. Fuck|fuck, the waist is really thin."

Cen Baiyan stopped smoking, his pupils suddenly constricted in the darkness, and there was a trace of hostility in his eyes.

"I tried his door, and it opened with a wire." A man said with a laugh.

Cen Baiyan's eyebrows twitched violently, no wonder the first thing Xuan Zhao did after entering the door was to insert the latch.

"Why are you so troublesome," another person joked | Cannon, "When he takes a shower in the toilet, we kicked the door."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, one of them saw the light coming from the crack of Xuanzhao's door, and whispered, "The cripple didn't close the door."

Another person also lowered his voice: "Look?"

They walked up to the third floor lightly, a rough and dark hand lightly placed on the doorknob, and gently twisted——

Another firmer hand grabbed his wrist violently.

The two men were shocked. They didn't expect that there was someone in the corridor. When they looked up, they met a handsome and resolute face.

Cen Baiyan smiled slightly: "Dude, what's the matter?"

His facial features were not very clear in the dark corridor, but his unbridled hostility was overwhelmingly suppressed.

The two looked at each other, and quickly said with a guilty conscience: "No, no, we are just joking. We are both law-abiding and good citizens. If we can't do that kind of outrageous thing, we just have a taste for it. Good brother, you Don't take it to heart."

Cen Baiyan's five fingers clasping the man's wrist slowly tightened, and the sound of bone dislocation was particularly clear. The man grinned in pain, his facial features distorted, and begged for mercy: "I'm really joking, brother, you, you, you, you, let go!" .”

Xuan Zhao heard the movement in the room: "Bo Yan?"

Cen Baiyan's expression turned serious, and he roared in a low voice, "Get lost."

The two men went back to their respective rooms, Xuanzhao pushed open the door and poked his head out: "Who are you talking to?"

"No, you didn't hear me right, there was a quarrel upstairs." Cen Baiyan threw the cigarette away, and crushed the cigarette end with his toes, "Go in."

After he entered the door, he deliberately kept an eye out, and saw that Xuan Zhao had inserted the latch carefully.

Judging by the degree of rust on the door lock, if the latch had been there when the previous resident was there, it must be rusty now.But this bolt looks very new, it should have been installed recently, Xuan Zhao must have noticed something wrong with the two men on the same floor.

Cen Baiyan suddenly became angry, thinking that the toilet outside was not safe, so he said, "You can buy a urinal."

"Ah?" Xuan Zhao was dumbfounded, thinking he had heard it wrong, "What?"

"It's the kind of basin that defecates and urinates in the house." Cen Boyan said, "If you get a bigger basin, you can wipe it in the house when you take a shower."

Xuan Zhao couldn't laugh or cry: "Although I'm lame, it's not to the point where I can't take care of myself."

"That's not what I mean, you can't."

——Can’t you live in another place?If I don't have money, I can lend you, at least I don't have to worry about it.

Cen Baiyan paused, and felt that he was not qualified to say this, so he waved his hands irritably: "The two in front of you are not like good people, you should be careful."

Xuan Zhao nodded, smiled and comforted Cen Baiyan: "Don't worry, I know it well."

He changed into an off-white knitted sweater, which made his whole body soft and warm. He had warmed up after drying in front of the little sun for a while, and his cheeks were no longer pale and bloodless.

Just now, Xuan Zhao went to open the door without finishing his clothes. One side of the sweater was tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Xuan Zhao pulled it, revealing a section of fair skin.

Cen Baiyan's throat tightened.

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Sweet love starts from the waist~