single sickness

Tonight's "movement" started early and ended early.

When the two fought from Du Chi's bedroom to the bathroom, and then from the bathroom to Xiang Mo's bedroom, it was only twelve o'clock at night.

The street outside the window has been shrouded in silence, only the street lamps exude a quiet light.This time is just right for people to leave. Xiang Mo lay exhausted on the bed, lazily swiping his phone, and asked Du Chi behind him who was still gnawing on his shoulder: "Why don't you leave?"

Du Chi paused, raised his brows in dissatisfaction: "This was originally my bed."

"It used to be." Xiang Mo turned over and continued to swipe his phone, "You go to sleep upstairs, I don't like sleeping with people."

In fact, the two of them slept together in the same bed last night, but that was because it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night when it ended, and Xiang Mo couldn't drive people away out of reason, and he was really tired and sleepy, so he didn't have the extra energy to talk. So he asked Du Chi to stay with him overnight.

But aside from last night's accident, Xiang Mo really didn't like someone sleeping next to him.

When sleeping alone, you can let yourself go in bed as much as you want. Once there are other people around you, you have to be careful not to disturb the other party, and you will become uncomfortable when you are disturbed by the other party.

After all, sleeping alone is the most comfortable.

Du Chi still didn't move, and glanced at Xiangmo's phone screen: "Are you booking tickets for the art exhibition?"

"Yeah." Xiang Mo finally shifted his gaze to Du Chi, "Is it okay to be late on Saturday afternoon?"

In the middle of speaking, Xiang Mo forgot the next sentence. He wanted to explain that he had to attend class before three o'clock in the afternoon, but when he saw Du Chi's lips, his thoughts diverted uncontrollably to other places.

He was too involved in the orgasm just now, and accidentally bit Du Chi's lower lip, which gave the stinky dog ​​another reason to tease him.

"Are you sure you don't like kissing?" Du Chi touched his lips, and looked at Xiang Mo with a smile, "Are all the kittens like you?"

Xiang Mo was obviously older than Du Chi, and he also told Du Chi about this, but Du Chi still wanted to call him a kitten, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Yes." Du Chi's voice pulled back Xiang Mo's thoughts, "I know you have to go to class before three o'clock."

Sure enough, it is superfluous to discuss and explain things with Du Chi.

Xiang Mo selected the time slot and clicked on the payment interface, but at this moment Du Chi suddenly took his phone away: "No need to buy tickets, I can get internal tickets."

A strange feeling flashed in his heart again, and Xiang Mo thought of a reasonable reason: "Do you have acquaintances?"

"En." Du Chi didn't say much.

That's fine too.Xiang Mo took back his mobile phone from Du Chi, put it on the bedside table, looked at Du Chi and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Du Chi put his arms around Xiang Mo motionlessly: "Now I am the one who invites you to see the art exhibition, are you willing to let me go?"

Xiang Mo thought about it, but it was true.

It's not a matter of money, the reason why he invited Du Chi to see the art exhibition is to make up for what made him angry.As a result, Du Chi invited him now, which means that the previous debt has not been paid off.

It makes sense, but I don't know how to refute it.

Before Xiang Mo could answer, Du Chi squeezed his ear, closed his eyes and said, "I fell asleep."

Looking at the large, rogue dog beside him, Xiang Mo slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and without saying anything else, he fell asleep leaning on Du Chi's forehead.

The knife-sliced ​​noodle shop next door has resumed business, but Master Zhao has not returned from his hometown, and only Sister Zhao is busy in the shop.

Many neighbors who missed the knife-shaved noodles came to patronize the business. The shop was very lively during the morning, noon and evening meals. It was not until after the sun went down that Sister Zhao found time to relax.

There is still a long queue at the Bajin restaurant opposite, and the number of diners in line will not decrease until eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

In front of the flower shop next door, the roses bloom more and more brilliantly, forming a romantic and unique scenery in this historic street.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi came back from a walk in Sanmao, and sat leisurely on the balcony on the third floor to enjoy the breeze.

The high-rise buildings in the distance highlight the busyness and prosperity of the city, making this small garden-like space even more comfortable.

Sanmao squatted next to Xiang Mo's feet, and Sanmei nestled in Du Chi's arms. The two of them, a cat and a dog, were like a family of four, enjoying the leisure time after dinner.

After an unknown amount of time, someone rang the doorbell downstairs, accompanied by Zhao Xiaoqiao's shout: "Brother Xiang, are you there?"

It turned out that "Ultraman" from the sliced ​​noodle shop next door suddenly went berserk. He should have been shaving the noodles into the pot properly, but the frequency and direction were no longer under control, and the noodle slices were all over the shop.

Sister Zhao didn't know how to solve it, maybe she thought that men are good at machines, so she asked Zhao Xiaoqiao to come over and call Xiang Mo and Du Chi to help.

Ultraman, who is in charge of cutting noodles, has cut off the power, and the dough has been removed from his head. He is wearing a flat chef hat, holding two boards for cutting noodles, and the two "salted eggs" on his face are one tall and the other short. , I haven't paid much attention to it at ordinary times, but now it looks quite funny.

"Xiao Xiang, Xiao Du, please take a look, what's going on?" Sister Zhao asked anxiously.

Xiang Mo knows nothing about machines, but Du Chi usually does maintenance for motorcycles, and some basic principles are still clear.

He opened Ultraman's back panel and took a look, and soon found the crux of the matter: "The gears here are a bit misaligned."

After putting on the sackcloth gloves and reaching in to adjust it, Ultraman's frequency finally returned to normal.But the angle of the sliced ​​noodles had to be adjusted, so Ms. Zhao put the dough on top of Altman's head and turned on the switch.

I don't know if the change in weight caused the gears to misalign again, and Ultraman went crazy again, and the slices of dough flew around.

Xiang Mo was standing opposite Altman, and several pieces of face flew directly to his head and face. He couldn't dodge for a while, and his expression was a little dazed.

Sister Zhao quickly turned off the switch, and at the same time, Xiang Mo heard Du Chi's laughter.

"Artist, your look is really good."

Xiang Mo took the dough piece from the top of his head that was no longer suitable for cooking, and threw it at Du Chi who was laughing so hard: "Don't laugh at me."

The dough piece patted Du Chi's face like a seal, sealing his laughter back into his mouth.Looking at Du Chi's appearance, Xiang Mo couldn't help laughing: "Your look is also pretty good."

"Really?" Du Chi took off the mask sticking to his face, stepped forward and hugged Xiang Mo's shoulder, and pressed it on his face, "Then I'll get you another one."

"Du Chi, stop making trouble!"

"Who will trouble me first?"

Seeing that Du Chi's hand was about to press Xiang Mo's face, at this moment, Xiang Mo's cell phone rang suddenly.

Du Chi cooperatively stopped the fight, and let go of Xiang Mo's shoulder.

Xiang Mo took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it was Qian Kun's call, so he directly pressed the reject button.But when he looked up from the phone screen, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing outside the gate of the small courtyard.

Qian Kun slowly put away the phone from his ear, and looked at Xiang Mo with a complicated expression. He probably didn't meet anyone next door, and when he called Xiang Mo, he heard the movement here, so he came over to have a look.

"Do you want me to help?" Du Chi glanced at Qian Kun with a flat expression, and asked Xiang Mo.

"No need." Xiang Mo shook his head, "Let me solve it myself."

Qian Kun came to him again and again, but it seemed that it was impossible not to talk about it.

Du Chi stayed in the noodle shop to help adjust Ultraman, while Xiang Mo brought Qian Kun to his studio.

There were no other people in the studio, and it was not an open space like a small courtyard, so it should fit the conversation environment Qian Kun wanted.

"Do you want some water?" Xiang Mo asked casually, with his hands crossed over his chest, his hips leaning against the long table, and he didn't intend to go upstairs to pour water.

"No need." Qian Kun moved his lips, looked around the studio, and then fell into silence.

Xiang Mo could sense that Qian Kun's mood was not right, but he didn't want to delve into it, so he asked patiently, "Can you stop looking for me?"

After saying this, he added: "I don't want to move."

The words had already been said decisively, even threateningly, but maybe Qian Kun still couldn't listen.

Xiang Mo was ready for a protracted battle, but what he didn't expect was that Qian Kun just sighed and said, "Okay."

This caught Xiang Mo off guard and didn't know how to respond.

"I can see that you have a good relationship."

The topic jumped a bit, and Xiang Mo thought for a moment before realizing that Qian Kun was talking about him and Du Chi.

"When he left you and left, all your eyes were on him. You like him very much, don't you?"

Xiang Mo was slightly startled when he heard the words, is there any?

"You laughed so happily when you were with him just now." Qian Kun lowered his eyes, and his whole body was full of frustration, "Before, this side of you belonged to me only, but now you don't smile at me anymore. .”

Hearing this, Xiang Mo suddenly felt irritable, turned his face away, and didn't answer.

Qian Kun pierced some things that Xiang Mo didn't want to think about. His words were like a catalyst, allowing the seeds deeply buried in Xiang Mo's heart to take root and germinate, and there was no possibility of reversal.

Xiang Mo didn't want to admit that Du Chi was really special to him, so special that he obviously needed to put up a cordon, but he would rather be exposed to danger.

"I heard that you have been single, and I thought you were waiting for me. Even if you kept driving me away, I thought you were just still angry. I was wrong, Xiang Mo. You are right, I am in the past It's over, you've got someone new."

No, he wasn't waiting for anyone at all.He was just enjoying his single life, and Du Chi's appearance was a complete surprise to him.

Xiang Mo subconsciously wanted to deny it, with a guilty conscience that he didn't even realize.But reason told him that since he was misunderstood by Qian Kun, he could just push the boat along and solve this trouble.

"I haven't seen you for three years. It seems that many things have changed." Qian Kun's tone suddenly felt a little emotional, "Perhaps I really shouldn't have left."

Having said that, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "But it's useless to say these now."

After being silent for a long time, Xiang Mo finally answered, "It's good that you know."

"I won't come to you again." Qian Kun exhaled, looked at Xiang Mo again, "I wish you happiness."

After Qian Kun left, Xiang Mo stayed alone in the quiet studio in a daze.

Tiny mosquitoes flew in from outside the door, kept approaching the hot lights, and were constantly driven away by the high temperature, and so on.

It's okay to be misunderstood.Xiang Mo thought to himself.

Even though he himself didn't know whether Qian Kun's idea was a misunderstanding.

After an unknown amount of time, Du Chi walked into the studio from outside the door, and greeted Xiang Mo in an unscrupulous manner as usual: "Wife?"

Scattered thoughts suddenly came back at this moment, Xiang Mo left the long table and stood up straight, and said to Du Chi in a flat tone: "My ex-boyfriend will not come again."

"Well--"

"Du Chi." Xiang Mo called Du Chi's name, hiding the surging emotions in his heart, "You don't need to call me wife anymore."

The studio became quiet again, and silence passed between the two of them.

Du Chi looked at Xiang Mo, there was no wave in his deep eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he opened his lips: "OK."

"To the teacher."