If you don't act as a scumbag, you will die

Cheng Cheng didn't have dinner that day, and locked himself in the room alone. Uncle Liu knocked on the door a few times worried, but he always gave an excuse that he couldn't draw and needed to find inspiration in hunger.

In fact, this statement is not completely fabricated. It is false to find inspiration, but it is true if it cannot be drawn.

However, rather than saying that he couldn't really draw it, it would be better to say that he had a different emotion and suddenly lost his judgment.

There were dozens of sheets of paper scattered on the carpet, some of which were thrown away after hastily making a composition, and some whose outlines were about to become clear, but in the end they were completely discarded because of dissatisfaction with a few lines...

The paint trays are spread out randomly, looking lifeless.

He actually wanted to draw something else, but his brain and fingers couldn't control him.

The conclusion that he made in the afternoon is still lingering on his mind. In fact, he himself is not sure. He originally wanted to divert his attention and find something else to do, but every time he wanted to do something else, his thoughts were always pulled back. Come up here.

When I first met Xie Xun, didn't I think clearly?

Life-saving is the most important thing. After a year, you can run away without delaying a day. If you are lucky, you might still be able to be friends with him.

But Cheng Cheng also knew that from that day on, this idea might not come true.

There is such a description in the original book, the original owner doesn’t like things that are readily available, and his fascination with Xie Xun at the beginning is not fake, so he always wants to find an opportunity to post it, saying that the popular point is harassment—and Xie Xun is Those who hate this kind of touch have the judgment that physical contact is not a violation of human design.

But now Xie Xun seems not only not annoying, but also actively "touching".

He even cowardly thought, if he went back to that night again, if he opened his eyes the moment Xie Xun leaned over, would their relationship go back a bit.

At least the remaining half a year will not be too difficult.

Thinking of this, Cheng Cheng knocked himself on the head.

He didn't use much force, but his face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd—how could he have such an idea?

Cheng Cheng sighed, and glanced at the drawing papers that filled the room.

He bent down to pick up one of them, when there was a polite knock on the door, he thought it was Uncle Liu, and said to the door: "I really don't want to eat dinner! Thank you Uncle Liu! Go to bed early! "

The knock on the door stopped, but the person outside said, "It's me."

"..."

Cheng Cheng's waist hadn't straightened up yet, and he almost lost his mind.

"Wait a minute." Cheng Cheng hurriedly rushed over, losing one of his slippers.

He opened the door abruptly, and Xie Xun stood in front of him.

He was still wearing his afternoon clothes, but he seemed a little tired after a busy day, his two-button coat was unbuttoned, revealing the vest and shirt, and the tie was the one he had chosen for him first.

Compared with the meticulousness when he went out, the handsome Xie Xun now is more and more real.

Cheng Cheng looked at him silently and blinked: "..."

He himself didn't notice that his heart was beating wildly at this moment, but when he found that Xie Xun's eyes were looking behind him, he reacted instantly——

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Cheng Cheng closed the door again with great force.

As soon as it was closed, Cheng Cheng's face turned red.

The room is full of waste manuscripts, messy, but as long as you look carefully, you can find that the protagonist in the picture is the same person.

I don't know whether Xie Xun saw it or not.

"Wait a minute!" He yelled towards the door, trying to tidy up, so as not to be so obvious.

It's just that the face-to-face just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength, Cheng Cheng couldn't pull himself up all of a sudden, and his back was stuck against the door panel.

I wanted to pant violently, but I was afraid of being heard by the people across the door.

what happened?

What's going on here?

It's over, Cheng Cheng thought, it seems that he really has a little heart.

"Yeah." But Xie Xun's voice didn't change, he just explained outside the door, "I heard you didn't eat at night, come and have a look."

In fact, he came back on purpose. Xie Xun originally wanted to rest for an afternoon, but in the end he went out again, just to get rid of the current troubles as soon as possible.

In the end, Uncle Liu told him that Cheng Cheng was a little weird today, so he rushed back without thinking too much.

Cheng Li's own family is already heavily in debt, and the previous incidents are unlikely to come out in a short time, so Cheng Yan has no choice but to clean up his mess. Although the stock price of Cheng's family has fallen again and again, Xie Xun knows that he is now It is still too difficult to pry the opponent's foundation. Originally, I wanted to wait, wait, and find a suitable opportunity before making a move.

And because of Cheng Li's accident, the companies related to his family were more or less involved. Although Xie Xun knew Cheng Cheng and his grandmother, he still wanted to throw back all the things Cheng Yan donated.

Only keep what you give.

After all, the chestnuts handed to his palm this afternoon were very sweet.

So Xie Xun pretended not to see the paintings in that room, and stood calmly outside the door waiting.

He thought he would hear the sound of papers being packed in a hurry, but he didn't expect that a few minutes later, when the door opened again, he found that the person inside had changed his original pajamas and stood in front of him in a daze, with wandering eyes. , said like an order: "Actually, I'm still hungry."

"Take me out for supper." Before Xie Xun could speak, Cheng Cheng continued, his tone a little tough, "You drive."

In fact, he said this tone many times before, and the two of them basically talked like this in the first month or two.

But I don't know why, but now I feel awkward no matter what I say.

He simply didn't look at Xie Xun, blocked the door himself to prevent Xie Xun from seeing what was going on inside, stretched out his hand and shoved him without temper: "Can't you go?"

"Row."

Xie Xun responded very simply, but he still glanced at Cheng Cheng: "Go and get another coat. It's cold outside today."

Cheng Cheng looked up at him, the knot on his brow was still untied, and he said slowly: "...Oh."

He just muttered softly when he turned around: "What a protagonist..."

Xie Xun didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Cheng Cheng immediately waved his hand firmly, then turned to look at Xie Xun, "Turn around, don't keep looking at my room!"

The person who heard this turned around politely: "Well, okay."

His attitude made Cheng Cheng feel more and more depressed.

How could a main character become like this!

It was still a bit rough before, but the more Cheng Cheng thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it, so he gathered his coat together, walked out and asked fiercely, "Why don't you speak idioms recently?"

"You don't like it, don't you?" Xie Xun said frankly.

Is it because you don't like it so you don't say it?

Cheng Cheng stammered after listening: "I, I am—"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Xun walked over naturally, buttoned up the open windbreaker for him, checked it carefully, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "If you like, I can say it too."

There was a trace of tiredness in his voice after he had been busy for a long time, but it was also because of this trace of tiredness that the original deep and sharp voice was wrapped in a layer of soft flannelette and became gentle.

Cheng Cheng felt like his heart was being kicked gently by a kitten with a soft pad, and he quickly lowered his head: "Yeah, no need."

When Xie Xun came over to button him, he always had the illusion that the other party was going to hug him in the next second.

But Xie Xun didn't make any further moves, Cheng Cheng felt half relieved, half a little inexplicably lost, watching him go to get the car keys.

"Let's go," he said.

Uncle Liu was surprised when he saw that they were going out in the middle of the night, but he didn't ask any questions.

Cheng Cheng mentioned the name of a night market in the old city center of the old city, and Xie Xun frowned slightly when he heard it: "Xiao Ling went there with her classmates before, and I heard it was unhygienic."

"But today I want to eat junk food." Cheng Cheng said, "Spicy, oily, sweet, unhealthy."

Xie Xun turned the steering wheel and didn't respond, but still drove towards the place Cheng Cheng said.

Halfway through the drive, Cheng Cheng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke again: "I want to open the hood."

It's just that Xie Xun didn't get used to him this time, he was still concentrating on driving, staring at the road conditions, and threw a sentence: "This won't work."

"Why do you care about me!" Cheng Cheng himself didn't know where the anger came from, but he just couldn't get angry, and there was a kind of depression that couldn't be vented, "I'm going to drive!"

He got louder and lost his temper in the passenger seat.

After a while, he heard the person beside him sigh, and his voice slowed down a bit: "I'm still very busy in two days, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

Although it was a question sentence, Cheng Cheng still understood the rest of it.

Maybe it's saying "then I might not be able to come back in time to take care of you".

This made his heart even more blocked.

He originally asked Xie Xun to come out suddenly, just to give it a try.

Try to see if your thoughts are right.

From the moment he closed the door, he knew that he didn't hate Xie Xun's contact.

No, it's not that I don't hate it, I even can't help but want to get closer.

But he was still not sure, how bad he was to Xie Xun before, how could he like him?

However, from just now to the present, and recalling the previous days, the answer seems to be very obvious.

Xie Xun will respond to himself.

This realization terrified him.

When we arrived at the night market, it was an old town after all, Xie Xun walked around twice before finding a parking place, and it was already late at night when he got out of the car with Cheng Cheng.

The rustic and lively atmosphere of the market rushed towards him, and Xie Xun felt as if he had passed away for a certain moment.

He didn't know why Cheng Cheng suddenly wanted to eat these things, but Xie Xun stood a step away and looked at him, and he could also find that the other party seemed to be in a better mood.

Cheng Cheng put aside the things he couldn't figure out just now, the hunger in his stomach was awakened, and his voice finally became a little more excited. He looked back at Xie Xun, pointed to the stalls with flashing lights of various colors: "The ones I I want to give it a try!"

Just as he was about to move forward, his hand was suddenly held by the other party.

Xie Xun walked beside him, and generously met his startled eyes: "There are too many people here."

His hands were warm and dry, Cheng Cheng was still stiff, and he heard him say, "It's not easy to get lost this way."

It’s over.

Cheng Cheng looked at him, feeling that his lips were dry and his throat was thirsty.

It's over, he thought.

The kitten was kicking his heart again.

The raw materials of the night market are simple, but the seasoning is as good as the other.

The pungent and pungent smell, the sizzling sound of oil, and the steaming steamer.

Cheng Cheng saw that he wanted a little of everything, but when he bought a lot and found a place to sit with Xie Xun, he said anxiously, "I seem to have ordered too much."

Xie Xun bought two pomegranates from some fruit stall in the night market, and asked for a small paper bowl.

The two found a small table casually, Cheng Cheng was fine, he was dressed casually, but the other party appeared here in a suit and leather shoes, sitting on a dirty small wooden stool, and began to concentrate on Peeling a pomegranate will inevitably attract attention.

Cheng Cheng took a bite of the spicy grilled chicken skewers, his tongue was stimulated by the strong seasoning, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the person beside him breaking the pomegranate, picking half of it, and the pomegranate seeds dropped one by one. Following his movements, it fell into the paper bowl, making a not-so-clear but pleasant sound.

He stopped chewing, and the chili oil was still sticking to the corner of his mouth. Hearing the sound of the pomegranate, he felt that somewhere in his heart was being tapped.

Seeing him stop, Xie Xun looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Cheng almost choked on the spicy oil, took two sips of soda, subconsciously raised the oily skewers in his hand as if to cover up: "This is... pretty delicious."

Seeing Xie Xun smiled lightly, he said in a strange way, "Try it?"

It was only after finishing speaking that Xie Xun remembered that both of Xie Xun's hands were not idle.

"Okay."

While peeling the pomegranate for him, Xie Xun leaned over and took a bite of Cheng Cheng's hand.

"It's okay." He lowered his head and continued to peel, "It's just that there is too much barbecue sauce."

Cheng Cheng tried his best to restrain his heartbeat from being too obvious, while joking: "I didn't expect Mr. Xie to like to eat roadside stalls."

"When I was young, I lived in a similar place. Xie Ling liked it, so we got to know each other." Xie Xun said casually, "I secretly changed the age of my ID card when I was 15 years old, and I was able to work in a doll costume nearby when I was one year old. Now that I am familiar with the boss, I will feel more at ease when I pick her up at night."

He said it lightly, but Cheng Cheng was still stunned.

Yes, he almost forgot, this is the protagonist Long Aotian who had a miserable life experience in the early stage.

Cheng Cheng heard that his voice was a little dry: "Then what kind of doll were you... pretending to be?"

"Pikachu or a little raccoon?" Xie Xun didn't seem to care about this memory, "In short, it was picked by Xiao Ling, she said it was cute."

"……Oh."

Cheng Cheng took another sip of soda.

He couldn't help but look at the other person. He had no chance to see what the 15-year-old Xie Xun looked like. He shouldn't be this tall, and he should be thinner than he is now. His eyebrows and eyes are probably softer.

But it sure looks good too.

And the young boy who was still young back then, now wearing a neat suit, can't see the past suffering at all, and pushed the whole peeled paper bowl in front of Cheng Cheng: "Try it, is it sweet or not."

Cheng Cheng suddenly lowered his head, reached out and grabbed a handful of pomegranate whole and stuffed it into his mouth, splashing a mouth full of sweet juice.

He wiped his mouth without image: "Sweet."

The result of ordering too many things is that almost half is left. Although Cheng Cheng is greedy, his appetite is still not very good. He basically tastes half of everything and puts it aside. After trying one by one, he will be full.

The pomegranate was finished.

There were a few dishes that he really didn't like, so he simply pushed them in front of Xie Xun: "It's not that I wasted it, if you don't believe me, try it, it really won't work."

Then a patch was added: "I tried poisonous ones."

Then he looked at Xie Xun with funny eyes, but in the end he still tried to save face.

When he was about to leave, Cheng Cheng walked very slowly in order to digest food. He often didn't speak, and often lowered his head to see the shadows of the two of them stacked together.

"It's so cold." He said suddenly.

Summer seems to be very long, but autumn has no real feeling and passes quickly.

"I want to go diving." Cheng Cheng sighed, not sure if he was talking to himself or to Xie Xun.

I want to go diving, I want to touch the school of fish passing through my fingers, I want to create on the surface of the sea, I want to bury my whole body in the warm and soft sand.

"You can go now." Xie Xun suddenly said.

"The winter over there is not cold, you should like it."

But this time Cheng Cheng didn't speak, just walked in front of him, as if chuckling.

"Probably not right now."

Xie Xun didn't understand what he meant, just when he was about to ask, he saw Cheng Cheng suddenly speed up and ran towards the parking place without looking back: "Let's go!"

Cheng Cheng didn't let Uncle Liu wait for the door, and it was already late when the two arrived home.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Cheng Cheng asked casually.

"Same as usual."

Cheng Cheng glanced at the current time, feeling a little guilty.

Then he can sleep for a few hours.

"What's wrong?" Xie Xun asked him.

In fact, Cheng Cheng had a lot of things to say, but in the end none of them came up.

He thought, in fact, he was quite annoying tonight.

When I go out, I lose my temper and have to open the convertible, throw away the food I don’t like, and sigh on the way back.

What made him even more uneasy was Xie Xun's attitude.

"Ugh……"

He couldn't help but sighed again: "Nothing."

"I..." Cheng Cheng looked at Xie Xun and opened his mouth.

He actually wanted to say, what is their current relationship and how do you see me.

But now there is no one else on the first floor, if he had a better tone, he would probably hang up again.

But he didn't want to talk to Xie Xun so fiercely all the time.

"never mind."

Cheng Cheng whispered to himself.

Without taking off his windbreaker, he approached Xie Xun.

He leaned forward, pretending to stretch out his arms naturally, his eyes dodged and hooked the other's neck, and touched a little bit of warm skin.

Cheng Cheng gave Xie Xun a hug full of the smell of grilled skewers at a street stall, and said, "Good night."