What's the use of a good-looking assistant [e-sports]

Originally, he didn't plan to go back to the base, but Cheng Hao said that with Xie Ximian's drunken appearance, he probably had to scare the people in the base to the ground.

Everyone thinks that Xie Ximian is not drunk for a thousand cups, even Ou Xiaodian has never seen Xie Ximian drunk for so many years.

Cheng Hao supported him and patted his back. The thick and soft wool felt different from what he remembered, but he still felt that he had returned to the summer five years ago.

Back to the late night of the week before the college entrance examination.

Xie Ximian's father's funeral was over, and the relatives and friends who kept watch at night left one after another. Xie Ximian took his luggage and left the home where he had lived for 18 years. Since then, he cut off contact with his mother.

Sudden loss of his father, and almost only drinking water during the funeral, Xie Ximian lost weight very quickly, much thinner.

He was sitting on the side of the street with a case, and when Cheng Hao came to find him, there were three or four empty bottles of beer beside him, and Xie Ximian's head hung between his knees, like a decent tramp in the city.

"It's so funny..." Xie Ximian grabbed Cheng Hao's clothes and said inarticulately, "My father actually got into a car accident on the road to save my mother. How could this be so ridiculous... ...Why, why is it so unfair... The day before, he stayed up until dawn to comfort the pregnant woman who committed suicide, and this happened the next night... If my mother hadn't run away from home, if they hadn't quarreled, or... If he hadn't met my mother in the first place, would he have lived a good life to old age... would he have had a whole family of children and grandchildren..."

The night is like ink, and the first quarter moon coincides with the old time, spanning the growth of a teenager.

Cheng Hao raised his head and patted Xie Ximian on the back as he did five years ago: "Amian, I am not qualified to forgive anyone for you, I just hope you can be happier, so...forgive Auntie, treat it as for yourself."

Xie Qimian hated his mother, hated that she remarried less than half a year after his father passed away, hated her for having no remorse, hated how easy it was for her to forget, but five years later, why didn't he try to forgive.

Or forgiven.

Appearing in front of her dressed so neatly and brightly is to tell her that she is living a good life, don't worry about herself anymore, and don't affect her happy and happy family because of herself.

"Take me back..." Xie Qimian hooked Cheng Hao's shoulder, "I want to go back to the base."

Cheng Hao hesitated and said: "They are all asleep, no one will take care of you when you go back to the base..."

"Yes." Xie Ximian confirmed in a low voice, "Yes."

After driving from the bar to the base for half an hour, Xie Ximian blew the cold wind on the car window for half an hour, his mind was two parts clear and eight parts chaotic, subconscious reaction prevailed.

He refused Cheng Hao's support, and walked up from the garage with a clear sense of himself.

The moment he saw Jiang Ye in the training room, he felt exhausted, Xie Ximian decided to give up, love someone tonight, at worst, just lie in the training room and sleep until dawn.

Anyway, Jiang Ye was also sleeping on the gaming chair.

"Xie Ximian?" Jiang Ye was woken up by him, his legs were sealed when he opened his eyes, and he dared not move.

Xie Ximian was resting on his lap, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he was still muttering: "Why don't you get up... and take me... back to the room..."

Jiang Ye was at a loss and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"Well... drank it..." Xie Qimian replied, raising his hand with difficulty, pinching his thumb and index finger, "Some."

"What a fart." Jiang Ye said, "I'll help you go back and rest."

"Yeah." Xie Ximian agreed, but he didn't move. When Jiang Ye wanted to help him up, he fell down with gravity. Jiang Ye quickly stopped his standing up and put his hand on Xie Ximian's cheek so that he could continue to rest on the pillow. on his own lap.

"Xie Qimian..." Jiang Ye didn't know why he called his name, just like he didn't know why Xie Qimian's cheek was so soft in his hand.

Xie Ximian looked really tired. When his eyelids moved slightly, his long and dense eyelashes could not be lifted, as if he was pulling Xie Ximian to close his eyes and urging him to sleep.

The palms of his hands soon became hot and humid. Jiang Ye tried to put his other hand on Xie Qimian's shoulder, but retracted it when it touched the fabric.

"Jiang...what are you doing?" Xie Qimian scratched his leg, "It's so hot..."

He was hot from the heat of the floor, his cheeks and forehead were flushed red, the dizziness made him lean on Jiang Ye, turned his face away, and hid his forehead in Jiang Ye's palm: "My head is about to fall... ..."

When he spoke, he breathed on the arteries of Jiangye's wrist, which was itchy and hot, and Jiangye's Adam's apple twitched violently.

"Xie Ximian, get up, I'll help you back to your room." Jiang Ye patted him on the back, "Get up."

Xie Qimian rubbed against his palm and muttered softly: "I can't get up..."

Jiang Ye's heart trembled again and again, like a string plucked by Xie Ximian.

"Then what should I do?" Jiang Ye sat with him for a while, made up his mind, squeezed his fists, quickly grabbed Xie Qimian's shoulders, and pulled him up from the ground. He caught Xie Ximian with his chest.

Xie Qimian put all his weight on him, Jiang Ye was afraid that he would slip, so he put his arms around his waist.

Finished with a hug that didn't feel like a hug.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol spread all over Xie Qimian's body, his consciousness was not clear enough, and he lay on Jiang Ye's chest in a daze: "I want to drink water..."

Jiang Ye's voice was almost hoarse: "How could he make you drink so much?" Many depressions and unhappiness burst out in his chest at the same time, he hugged Xie Qimian, kicked open the door a little, and walked upstairs.

The second floor to the fourth floor was bumpy after all. Although Jiang Ye tried his best to hold Xie Ximian steady, he still couldn't avoid the shaking, especially since Xie Qimian had no fulcrum in his arms, as if he would fall at any time.

"Slow...slow down," Xie Qimian tugged on his clothes, "dizziness..."

"Hold on for a while, we'll be there."

Since Xie Ximian moved to the dormitory, it was the first time for Jiang Ye to enter Xie Ximian's room.

It was almost the same as when they lived together before, but this room seemed a bit deserted because there was only Xie Ximian alone.

Jiang Ye put him on the bed, glanced at his shoes, and consciously sat at the end of the bed to take them off for him.After stuffing Xie Qimian's feet into the quilt, he turned his head to look at Xie Qimian who was curled up.

"What are you staring at me for?" Jiang Ye asked.

Xie Ximian blinked, the most innocent person in the world said, "I want to drink water..."

Jiang Ye was helpless: "I'll go down." He stood up, his fingers were hooked by Xie Qimian, "It's hot... take off your clothes first..."

"You can be so manipulative as a drunkard." Jiang Ye leaned over, took off his glasses, stretched out one windbreaker, and found Xie Qimian's wrist from the sleeve.

Following the gourd painting, he stripped Xie Ximian out of the windbreaker, and only wore an off-white sweater underneath.He bowed and hid in his clothes, like a piece of snow jade in the chaos.

Jiang Ye moved his eyelashes, and covered Xie Qimian with the quilt: "Just sleep like this, and change the sheets and quilts tomorrow."

He got up and was about to go out when Xie Qimian grabbed his sleeve tightly, with attachment and grievance on his face: "...will you come back?"

"I'm just going to pour some water, and I'll be right back." Jiang Ye said, "If you haven't slept since I came up, just take a sip and go to bed." He walked out the door and asked again, "If you're hungry, I still have Yuanxiao... ...it's just a little blurry."

Jiang Ye stuffed half of Xie Ximian's face under the quilt, leaving only a pair of beautiful and intoxicated eyes.

He nodded half-understanding.

"Then lie down." Jiang Ye couldn't tell where the lightness in his heart came from, but this was indeed the happiest day in half a month.

He really wanted to thank Ximian.

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Ye: It’s a day to be happy, and it’s also a day to be unhappy, but today is the happiest day!