Xingyu Street

Duan Xuyan found a new toothbrush and towel for Mo Xiaoyu to use, and then found a T-shirt and jeans from the suitcase that he seldom wears, and asked Mo Xiaoyu to take a shower and change into it after washing.

Last night, Mo Xiaoyu kept grabbing his hand and refused to let go, so in the end both of them were so tired that they fell asleep without taking a shower, and they were still wearing last night's clothes.

Although the two of them didn't sweat much and they didn't smell bad, they still had to go downstairs to eat at grandma's at the hotel, so they couldn't just go without taking a shower.

Mo Xiaoyu's height is actually about the same as Duan Xuyan's. It stands to reason that Duan Xuyan's clothes can also be worn by Mo Xiaoyu. Mo Xiaoyu looks a little thinner, and the whole person looks thin, but in fact he is not tall. Short, taller than his peers.

While Mo Xiaoyu was taking a shower, Duan Xuyan checked the flights of the day. The flight from city S to city A happened to depart at [-] pm, and there were not many people booking tickets, so there were still many vacant seats.

Duan Xuyan thought about it, and it was too late.

After 10 minutes, the sound of water in the shower stopped.

Duan Xuyan stood outside the door and waited. After a while, the bathroom door was opened.

Mo Xiaoyu came out with wet hair, wearing a white T-shirt with a simple pattern printed on it, and light blue jeans as his trousers. He was dressed in simple clothes full of youthfulness and vitality, like a student who is still studying. College teenager.

Duan Xuyan held his wrist and looked carefully, except that the clothes were a little too big and the waist of his trousers was a little loose, everything else was fine.

Duan Xuyan was reluctantly satisfied, "I'll buy you some clothes when I get to City A."

Mo Xiaoyu was puzzled, "Xiaoyu has."

"I know." Duan Xuyan found another clean towel to wipe Mo Xiaoyu's hair, "Xuyan bought a lot of clothes for Xiaoyu, let's wear them differently, and don't repeat the same one every day."

Mo Xiaoyu still insisted, "Xiaoyu has."

In his opinion, a few pieces of clothes are enough to wear, and his clothes are all in good condition without any holes, so there is no need to buy new ones.

Duan Xuyan was the best at coaxing him, and while gently wiping off the water droplets on his hair, he said: "Yes, Xiaoyu has some, some are black, some are white, some are yellow..."

Mo Xiaoyu was also counting there himself, and he gave a little wow when he realized that Duan Xuyan was right about all the colors of his clothes.

Duan Xuyan just laughed, "Is Xuyan amazing?"

Mo Xiaoyu nodded, "Excellent."

"Little rain is also powerful."

After Duan Xuyan finished wiping Mo Xiaoyu's hair, he found Xiaoxiaole in his mobile phone and opened it for him. He asked him to sit on the bed to play, and went into the bathroom with his clothes.

Mo Xiaoyu can play match [-] games, and he is very good at it.

Duan Xuyan occasionally coaxes him with Xiaoxiaole, if you play with him for half an hour, Mo Xiaoyu will be very happy.

He is not obsessed with the entertainment of the game, but he likes to play the game of Xiaoxiaole, which has colorful screens and simple gameplay, and he is also very obedient. Don't need Duan Xuyan to say, he will obediently put his phone away when his eyes are tired after playing. lay down.

He was sitting on the big bed in the room, focusing on the color squares on the screen.

Suddenly, the game screen on the phone screen changed, and the caller ID rang along with the simplest ringtone.

And the phone rang briefly for less than a second before it was quickly connected.

Qiao Hengxin on the other end of the phone was shocked by the speed of the second answer, a little embarrassed, "...Hello?"

Mo Xiaoyu was silent for a moment and then also fed.

Qiao Hengxin was stunned, this voice was definitely not Duan Xuyan.

"……Who are you?"

"Xiao Yu." Mo Xiaoyu answered obediently, and then added, "Mo Xiaoyu."

"Mo Xiaoyu? Why is this name so familiar..." Qiao Hengxin thought about it carefully, and finally remembered, "Oh! You are Mo Xiaoyu!"

Mo Xiaoyu: "Huh?...Huh."

"Eh...then what, who, Duan, where is Duan Xuyan?"

"Xu Yan takes a bath." Mo Xiaoyu seriously played with the person on the other end of the phone, asking and answering.

After Qiao Hengxin knew that the person who answered the phone was Mo Xiaoyu, he was inexplicably nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

How could he have imagined that Mo Xiaoyu's voice would be like this!It's as soft as a delicious soft soufflé, with the coolness of a teenager but also an indescribable cuteness.

Even though Qiao Hengxin had never met Mo Xiaoyu, he almost had a rough image in his mind just by hearing the voice at this time, and he also vaguely understood what Duan Xuyan meant when he said that he could not rest assured. It's a small cake!

I don't know if he was afraid of scaring this little cake, and then Qiao Hengxin unconsciously lowered his voice and tone when speaking.

"Xiao Yu~ Is the inkstone finished washing?"

Mo Xiaoyu looked up in the direction of the bathroom, the sound of the water hadn't stopped.

He shook his head first, then realized that the person on the phone could not see him, so he said, "No."

Qiao Hengxin let out a long cry, "Then let me talk to you first! How old are you this year? Are you 20 years old?"

"nineteen."

"Tsk... no wonder he is worried about you." Speaking of this, Qiao Hengxin suddenly asked, "Does Xiaoyu know that Xuyan is going home?"

Mo Xiaoyu hummed, a little happy, "Yes, Xiaoyu is together."

Qiao Hengxin: "...Huh? Together?!"

At some point, the sound of water in the shower room had stopped. Duan Xuyan opened the door of the bathroom and came out with a white towel on his head. He was stunned when he saw Mo Xiaoyu sticking his phone to his ear, "Xiaoyu, who are you talking to?" Call up?"

Mo Xiaoyu shook her head, "I don't know."

Duan Xuyan walked up to him and sat down, and took a look at the phone, "Heng Xin, what did you say to Xiao Yu?"

"Why? Can't I talk to him?"

Duan Xuyan turned to look at Mo Xiaoyu, and felt relieved when he saw that his expression was fine, "Of course we can talk..."

Duan Xuyan was talking to Qiao Hengxin, and when he said that he would book a plane ticket back in the afternoon, he suddenly felt the person sitting beside him move.

Before he could see clearly what Mo Xiaoyu was doing, the towel that was casually draped over his head was removed.

Mo Xiaoyu knelt on the soft bed, behind him, imitating Duan Xuyan's movement of wiping his hair, unfolding the towel and gently pressing it on the wet hair, rubbing it gently with strength.

Mo Xiaoyu was brushing his hair.

After realizing this fact, Duan Xuyan's heart seemed to flow into a warm current, full of vitality, and a hundred flowers bloomed to fill his heart.

There is a very special gentleness in Mo Xiaoyu, not strong, but absolutely powerful, because he knows how to cherish, and also knows how to repay, and he never hesitates to express it.

Duan Xuyan's sudden silence puzzled Qiao Hengxin on the other end of the phone.

"what happened?"

"...It's nothing, I'll call you when I get there."

After Duan Xuyan finished speaking, he turned off his phone and threw it aside, focusing on enjoying Mo Xiaoyu brushing his hair.

Mo Xiaoyu wiped his hair clumsily, but he did it lightly every time, as if he was afraid of hurting Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan could feel his cautiousness, he couldn't stop laughing, and said softly, "Why is Xiaoyu so powerful? She even wipes her hair."

Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled shyly. She felt that the moisture in Duan Xuyan's hair was gone. Although it was still cool to the touch, it was no longer wet. She took away the towel and said excitedly, "Okay!"

Duan Xuyan stood up, raised her hand and stroked her hair, "Wow, it's all done!"

The smile on Mo Xiaoyu's face grew bigger, "It's all done!"

Duan Xuyan teased him, "Are you Mo Xiaoyu, the best hair-wiping master on Xingyu Street?"

Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hands to cover his face and laid down on the bed, giggling. Duan Xuyan wanted to take his hands away to see his face, but he hid himself, lying on the bed and rolled around twice, but Duan Xuyan held him down.

"Catch it, don't move."

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoyu also grabbed his arm, imitating his speech, "Grab it and don't move."

Duan Xuyan pinched his fleshy earlobe, "I was the one who caught you first."

Mo Xiaoyu refused to admit defeat, "It was Xiaoyu first."