Case File Compendium

Another week passed in the blink of an eye.

This weekend, Xie Qingcheng didn't live in the University of Medical Sciences - he wanted to go back to the old house in downtown Shanghai to take a look.

Since the brothers and sisters went to university, the old house was not often inhabited. After all, there was a difference between men and women. The small living space of less than forty square meters made Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue's life a bit embarrassing.

But because they have a good relationship with the neighbors in the neighborhood, Aunt Li loves them like their own mothers, so the two brothers and sisters will come back every now and then to have a meal with Aunt Li and stay for two days.

Recently, Xie Qingcheng has a lot of things on hand, and he hasn't been home for a long time. It happened to be free this week, so he called Xie Xue.

"Go to Aunt Li's house on weekends, and I'll pick you up by car."

Unexpectedly, Xie Xue said: "I passed by there the night before yesterday, and I have already visited her."

"...Why didn't you tell me?"

"I—" Xie Xue turned around, "I'm just hanging out."

"From Shanghai University to Moyu Lane, you have to transfer three subways, and there are no large shopping malls nearby. Where do you go by yourself?"

"Yes, yes."

"Xie Xue, don't lie to me here." Xie Qingcheng's tone was cold, "Have you been hiding something from me recently?"

Xie Xue groaned and groaned for a long time, unable to make up a word, and finally just let out a panicked "ah".

"Brother, my phone is out of battery."

"Thank you Xue!"

"It's really out of battery, I hung up, brother, you go by yourself, I have something to do on the weekend, remember to say hello to Aunt Li for me! Goodbye!"

Xie Qingcheng wanted to say something more, but the response was already a series of beeping busy tones from his mobile phone.

……

Xie Qingcheng cut off the call, threw the phone on the table with a cold face, walked to the balcony of the dormitory, and smoked the whole cigarette in a distracted manner.

If Xie Xue didn't go, he still had to go back.

Not only to see Aunt Li, but also to tidy up the house.Although not a permanent resident, it is his and Xie Xue's real home after all.

So after class on Friday night, Xie Qingcheng packed up some simple personal belongings, and took the subway back to Moyu Lane.

It is one of the few dilapidated alleys in the city that have not been demolished. It was built when it was a concession, with dark red bricks and pink and white sides. The government allocates funds every year to make the exterior as beautiful as possible, but it still cannot change the fate of the beauties.The criss-crossing clotheslines are like wrinkles that can’t be covered by makeup, and the peeling paint in the details is dull lip gloss. These small buildings lie between the bright and modern buildings, and it is easy to think of sitting in the middle of young people to take pictures. Grandma's grandparents are quite characteristic of the times.

Xie Qingcheng entered the alley, some aunts and uncles were collecting clothes, when they saw him, they greeted him——

"Professor Xie, are you back?"

"Did Dr. Xie eat it? Uncle has boiled some corn here and I can't eat it. I'll send it to you later."

Xie Qingcheng agreed with them, then turned sideways into the building full of broken bicycles, and entered the gate of his own courtyard.

The neighbors called him Xiaoxie at first, but when Xie Xue grew up, his mouth was much sweeter than him, and he communicated with others much more frequently than him, so the affectionate title of "Xiaoxie" was given to his younger sister, and he was mostly They politely called Professor Xie, Dr. Xie.

The only elder who does not have a professional name called Xie Qingcheng is Aunt Li.

Xie Qingcheng and her family were in the same hall, and as soon as he entered the house and put away the change of clothes he brought back, he knocked on the door of Aunt Li's house.

"Noisy, noisy, damn it, it's late at night—"

After knocking for a long time, Xiaohong of Aunt Li's house broke the door and didn't open it, but the grandfather who lived in the attic opened the window, barely tilting his head with sparse hair, but halfway through cursing, he found the person standing below , Grandpa restrained his saliva.

"Oh, it turns out that Dr. Xie is back."

"Uncle, where's Aunt Li?"

"Hey, hey, she met Xiao Xie a few days ago, and she thought that Nong would not come back so soon, so she went to her little sister's place today."

"Go to her friend's place?" Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly.

"Yeah, hey, it's not that Nong doesn't know about Aunt Nong Li, she's a crazy person, she's going to be crazy at a lot of age and want to do some cheongsam show with little sisters, have a good time. I don't think it will happen in two days Will be back."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

"Dr. Xie, have you eaten yet?" Grandpa finished chatting nonsense, and called Xie Qingcheng, "Have you not eaten yet, come up and eat with grandpa."

Xie Qingcheng and his neighbors have always been rude: "What do you eat?"

"Eat mangoes." Uncle stuck out an old hand like a bark from the narrow window, and held out a big yellow mango that had been peeled off.

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

Seeing his expression, the old urchin laughed loudly, and his sparse locks of hair trembled in the wind: "Look at you, look at you, serious, frowning, hahahahaha, dimpled."

Xie Qingcheng: "...Forget it, you can eat by yourself, I'm going home."

After that, he slammed the door and entered his room.

The house is divided into two halves, separated by a simple blue curtain. Xie Xue’s residence is where you can see the scenery outside by the window. rose flowers.The bed was the princess bed that Xie Qing presented to her when she was in junior high school. There were colorful dolls and pillows on it, and faded star posters were pasted on the wall next to the edge of the bed.

Xie Qingcheng threw his coat on his bed, inserted his slender fingers into the tie button, loosened it, and let out a breath.

His bed is placed next to the door, separated by a gauze curtain. He doesn’t live very carefully. An old-fashioned wooden bed has been used since his parents’ generation. The old furniture is strong, and he has worked hard for more than 30 years. Accompanying, it is still very solid and durable.

After a busy week, Xie Qingcheng was too tired, he poured some water, took some medicine, lay down on the bed and slept for a while, when he woke up, it was completely dark.

Aunt Li was not around, and he was too lazy to sit down and have a good meal, so he took out his phone and ordered a takeaway.

Before closing the page after clicking, a WeChat notification popped up.

He Yu: "Where are you?"

Xie Qingcheng was too lazy to return.

The second message popped up again: "I came to the University of Medical Sciences to look for you, but I didn't see you."

"..."

Xie Qingcheng was too tired to type, so he replied as little as he could: "Home."

He Yu seemed to want too many words and didn't want money: "Are you at home? Have you gone home? Is Xie Xue also with you?"

People who have been tense, once they return to the area of ​​peace of mind and completely relax, it is difficult to wind up immediately.

Xie Qingcheng was like this. He was lying flat on the old-fashioned wooden bed, his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt were loosened. He was so lazy and soft that he didn’t even bother to move his fingers. Tired and hoarse: "Are you annoying? You, she's not with me. It's the weekend. Why did she come to see me? There's no milk for you. I don't know how to order takeaway, do I still need someone to accompany me?"

He usually wouldn't be so choked up when talking to He Yu.

The main reason was that He Yu found out that he was cheating before, and he lost his dignity, and he didn't think about how to win the round, so he didn't find the kid for a whole week.

Now that He Yu took the initiative to play him, he also got angry, wanted to rest, and didn't want to worry about his mental illness.

Sure enough, the neuropathy was silent for a while.

Then came a text message.

"I'm a bit bored."

Xie Qingcheng continued to speak calmly: "Go and play with your classmates."

Text message: "I want to come to you."

"You don't understand what I say, He Yu? I have to rest on weekends, and I'm at my own home. You only came here a few times when you were young, and you don't remember the way." Xie Qingcheng rejected him irritably, but it might be because of the usual Lying on the edge of the bed, I am tired, so I can't help but have some soft nasal voice.

He Yu sent another text message: "Don't worry, I remember it very clearly."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

That's right, otherwise, how could he be a top student?

"Don't come, I don't have time to entertain you. Unless you're sick again. Are you sick?"

Text message: "No sick."

"Then don't come."

Then send a text message: "You lost to me last time, I haven't asked you yet, have I?"

Xie Qingcheng stared blankly at the ceiling, and the light from the phone screen illuminated his face blue and dull, and he became more and more lifeless: "...He Yu, what do you want?"

This time the other party didn't reply immediately, as if he was thinking about it.

Just when Xie Qingcheng lost his patience and was about to throw the phone aside and continue to sleep, He Yu sent another message, this time it was directly voice.The young man's voice is in good condition, warm and deep, and his words are reserved.

It's just shameless to say it.

"I'm not sick, but I'm not in a good mood. I'm tired of pretending to be in front of others, but I don't need it in front of you, so I came to you to relax."

"...Am I a playground? You come here to relax when you have nothing to do?" Xie Qingcheng got angry at that pleasant voice, "He Yu, what kind of psychological barrier do you have? You used to hide from me faster than a dog, but in the end I gave you some sweetness this time, and you are still chasing after him now, why, are you still addicted?"

He Yu actually didn't know what was going on with him.

Maybe his eyes had been chasing Xie Xue before, and he always had a little expectation in his heart.

Now this kind of expectation is gone, and he doesn't want Xie Xue to see his eyes again, so he has no choice but to turn his eyes away.

In this bewilderment, he finally found that Xie Qingcheng was the best object for him to get rid of his knots - Xie Qingcheng knew him very well, and...

And Xie Qingcheng's eyes are at least similar to Xie Xue's.

He looked at it, even if he knew it was fake, he was somewhat relieved.What's more, it's really interesting for Xie Qingcheng to lose to him, which he didn't expect and never imagined before.

Xie Qingcheng may be right, he is a bit addicted.

However, what he didn't expect was that he was waiting for Xie Qingcheng to order him again, but he waited and waited, but nothing came.After a week passed, I couldn't help but feel a little bored, so I condescendingly sent him such a message tonight, and after Xie Qingcheng refused again and again, I couldn't help changing the text message to the voice message with a cold face, hoping that the other party could Hear the displeasure in his own voice.

"I'm coming over now."

Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he threw the phone directly against the wall, and He Yu's beating voice was still playing automatically in the cramped old house——

"You didn't look for me for a week, maybe you were afraid."

Xie Qingcheng sighed: "I'm so fucking afraid of you."

He Yu is a practical man, so he really came here. Xie Qingcheng originally pointed out that he had misremembered the location and found the wrong house, but when the old broken anti-theft door was knocked unhurriedly, Xie Qingcheng knew However, it is more realistic to expect He Yu's IQ to decline than to expect He Yu to fall into the manhole cover under construction while walking on the road.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"..." Xie Qingcheng, who was lying on the bed so tired that the power went out, moved his fingers, but still didn't want to get up.

He Yu gave full play to the excellent qualities of contemporary college students who respect the old, love the young, and be civilized and courteous. He didn't urge or leave. Xie Qingcheng didn't get up. He just bent his index finger and knocked a few times every once in a while. Door.

He wasn't even in a hurry.

He wasn't in a hurry, but the grandfather who had a good hearing upstairs was in a hurry. The grandfather pushed open the attic window and said, "Knock, knock, knock! It took me so long to ask if anyone is there! Yeah? What a young man!" Student, which one can you find? Come to participate in community charity, and condolences to the widowed and lonely elderly?"

……

What a fucking embarrassment.

Xie Qingcheng, a widowed and lonely old man lying on the bed pretending to be dead, was forced to get up, opened the anti-theft door, and shouted upstairs: "It's okay, grandpa, I know you."

While grabbing the collar of the young man standing outside, he suddenly dragged him into the house through the half-open door.

"Come in." The tattered anti-theft door slammed shut behind the two of them, and the word "Fu" pasted on the door trembled a few inches because of the force.

With a dark face, Xie Qing threw He Yu against the wall.

"What do you want to do?"

He Yu was standing against the wall, there was a faint fragrance of washing clothes on his body, and the scent of young boys who had been in the sun for a long time, a prosperous youthful smell.

This smell enters the room, and it is mixed with the tobacco smell of Xie Qingcheng's down-and-out and cold house.

He Yu raised his eyebrows, raised his finger and pointed upstairs: "Didn't everyone else say it? I'm here to condolences to the widowed old man."

As he spoke, he walked around Xie Qingcheng who was standing in front of him, and turned on the headlights in the house with a snap. This series of actions was smooth and flowing. The young man didn't have the reserve of a volunteer at all, and he didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.

The most exasperating thing is that after walking around the house, the volunteer comrade actually turned around and politely made a request to the "lonely old man" he was consoling.

"Brother Xie, I'm a little hungry, can I have something to eat?"

Xie Qingcheng was terribly annoyed, and raised his hand to grab his drooping forehead hair: "Go and drink milk."

"Do you have milk for me?"

"..." Xie Qingcheng angrily found a box of Shuhua milk from the cardboard box and threw it to him.

He Yu took a look: "This milk is not pure enough, I never drink this brand."

"..."

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were like blades, and his lips were as thin as frost: "Then what do you want to drink, young master? Do you want me to find someone to give you some?"