Xingyu Street

Mo Xiaoyu sobbed twice, looking tearfully at Duan Xuyan who suddenly appeared, "Xu, Xuyan..."

Duan Xuyan hummed, and wiped Mo Xiaoyu's tears with the back of his hand, "Xiaoyu is homesick, isn't she?"

Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Duan Xuyan's hand that wiped his tears, his chest heaved twice, "No, no, I'm not homesick..."

Duan Xuyan said softly: "Xiao Yu can be homesick, that is Xiao Yu's home."

Mo Xiaoyu still shook his head and refused to admit it, "No, Xiaoyu didn't think about it."

"Then Xiaoyu misses grandma?"

Mo Xiaoyu nodded twice, her voice still crying, "Well, I miss grandma..."

Duan Xuyan supported him by the shoulders to help him sit up, and showed him the photo frame of Grandma Mo Xiaoyu on his bedside.

Mo Xiaoyu took the photo frame with one hand and hugged it in his arms, but with the other hand he still held Duan Xuyan's wrist firmly. He seemed to be afraid that Duan Xuyan would not believe him, so he emphasized again, "Xiaoyu is not homesick."

Duan Xuyan nodded with a light smile, "Alright, Xiao Yu is not homesick."

Mo Xiaoyu stared at him quietly, because of crying just now, her long eyelashes were wet, and there were still wet tears in the corners of her eyes.

In fact, he is not a person who likes to cry. From the time Duan Xuyan knew him to the present, the number of times he saw him cry and this time was only twice, and both times when he cried, he must hold his hand tightly.

As long as Duan Xuyan tried to pull his hand back, Mo Xiaoyu would frown and hold it tighter angrily.

For example, now, as long as Duan Xuyan shakes his wrist a little, Mo Xiaoyu hums a little dissatisfied, first finds a place to put down grandma's photo frame, and then uses the other hand to hold Duan Xuyan tightly. Not saying a word, like having to hold on to it all the time.

Duan Xuyan saw that his eyes had started to straighten, and knew that he was sleepy after crying, so he said softly, "Xiao Yu, are you sleepy?"

Mo Xiaoyu shook her head, "Not sleepy."

"Xuyan is sleepy." After Duan Xuyan finished speaking, he lay down immediately.

Mo Xiaoyu looked sideways at the person lying on his bed, and still refused to let go of the hand holding Duan Xuyan's fingers, but seeing Duan Xuyan fell asleep, he wanted to follow him, so he put grandma's photo frame back on the bed, and then Lie down and sleep beside Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan lay on his side facing Mo Xiaoyu, looking at Mo Xiaoyu who was secretly crying all by himself until his eyes were red and swollen, he gently touched the red corners of his eyes with the back of his finger, "Why didn't Xiaoyu come to find Xuyan when she cried? "

Mo Xiaoyu pursed his lips, he was a little thirsty from crying and wanted to drink water but he didn't say anything, just said: "Xuyan is sleeping."

Duan Xuyan moved his finger down and touched his cool cheek, "Does Xiao Yu want to drink water?"

Duan Xuyan nodded after asking Mo Xiaoyu, "Yes."

"Then you say, you say Xuyan, Xiaoyu is thirsty and wants to drink water."

Mo Xiaoyu repeated it obediently.

Duan Xuyan pinched his face, sat up, and led Mo Xiaoyu out of bed.

There are two retro small wall lamps in the corridor outside the room, and Duan Xuyan can see the way down the stairs without using the flashlight of his mobile phone.

After entering the kitchen, he took a clean cup and took some cold water, put two spoonfuls of honey in it, and then poured some hot water into it. When the water temperature was right, he sent it to Mo Xiaoyu, "It's not hot, drink it directly."

Mo Xiaoyu drank from the cup, still staring at Duan Xuyan, and refused to let go of his hand even now.

Duan Xuyan watched him drink, and suddenly asked: "What would Xiao Yu want to eat tomorrow morning?"

Mo Xiaoyu thought for a while, then handed back the cup of honey water to Duan Xuyan, and said, "Shrimp?"

Duan Xuyan threw the cup into the sink and left it alone, leading Mo Xiaoyu back to the second floor, "Okay, tomorrow Xuyan will buy a lot of prawns for Xiaoyu."

Mo Xiaoyu slept in the second bedroom on the second floor, and Duan Xuyan slept in the master bedroom next to the second bedroom, separated by a wall.

Mo Xiaoyu thought he was going back to the room just now, but unexpectedly, Duan Xuyan led him past, opened another door, pushed the door open and turned on the switch on the wall.

Mo Xiaoyu followed Duan Xuyan into the door, looked around curiously, this room was much bigger than his, and so was the bed.

Duan Xuyan led Mo Xiaoyu towards the only big bed in the room, turned his head and asked Mo Xiaoyu, "Will Xiaoyu be with Xuyan tonight?"

Mo Xiaoyu's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and she nodded vigorously, "Okay."

Duan Xuyan allocated half of the bed to Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu was a little excited after sleeping on the bed, watching Duan Xuyan fall asleep next to him with bright eyes, and then turned off the lights in the room with the remote control, except for a small wall lamp with weak light in the corner.

Duan Xuyan turned his body sideways and looked at Mo Xiaoyu who had been looking at him with his eyes open all the time, "Okay, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Mo Xiaoyu closed her eyes obediently.

After a while, about a few minutes, Mo Xiaoyu's breathing became steady and long, and he fell asleep very fast, almost without brewing.

Duan Xuyan silently looked at his peaceful sleeping face, listened to his breathing, and unconsciously fell asleep herself.

Early the next morning.

When Mo Xiaoyu woke up, he was the only one in the room. He sat on the bed staring at the curtains in a daze. He didn't know whether he was stunned or not awake. He didn't speak, just sat motionless.

When Duan Xuyan pushed the door and came in, he didn't respond either.

Duan Xuyan walked to the bed lightly, put his knees on the bed, moved his face closer, and called him softly, "Xiaoyu."

Mo Xiaoyu: "...um."

Duan Xuyan reached out and pinched his earlobe, "Show Xuyan his eyes."

Mo Xiaoyu turned her face slowly, her dark pupils reflected Duan Xuyan's face.

Duan Xuyan took a closer look at his eyes, "Fortunately, it's not swollen... Do you want Xiaoyu to go back to sleep or get up?"

Mo Xiaoyu stroked her fully fluffed hair, and stared at Duan Xuyan without saying a word.

Duan Xuyan reached out and pinched his cheek, pinching Mo Xiaoyu's mouth so hard, "Xiaoyu?"

Mo Xiaoyu hummed, "I saw Xu Yan while I was sleeping."

Duan Xuyan thought for a while, "Did you dream of Xuyan?"

Mo Xiaoyu nodded.

Duan Xuyan took his hand and helped him down, "What did Xiaoyu dream about?"

"I dreamed of Xu Yan."

"Well, what did Xu Yan dream about?"

Mo Xiaoyu thought about it carefully, "Xuyan kisses Xiaoyu."

As he spoke, he took Duan Xuyan's hand, and pressed his soft lips against the back of Duan Xuyan's hand, "This is a kiss."