Mr. Ji didn't chase him back today.

After a while, Ding Xuning let out a self-deprecating laugh: "I see, you still like Ji Huai, no matter what I do, I can't compare to him."

"Xiao Ding, you are too obsessed with the side you met with me." Deng Yuxuan felt helpless, "Frankly speaking, I am not as good as you think."

Ding Xuning was a little stubborn: "No, when we meet later, you and I think exactly the same."

Deng Yuxuan shook his head, "You said it all, you never saw me again until the sophomore year. So you will keep beautifying that meeting in your mind until you turn me into a perfect dream lover, Then let obsession pull you deeper and deeper."

"People often say, never rob a dead person, because you will never be as good as a dead person, and this is the same reason. It is precisely because there is no follow-up that you will rely on imagination to maintain the heartbeat at that moment."

Ding Xuning choked for a moment, still stubborn, "I didn't."

Deng Yuxuan chuckled, and gave an example that day I was not good-looking, I had a very red and swollen pimple on the corner of my mouth, do you remember it now? "Ding Xuning was taken aback, he really didn't remember.

In his impression, Deng Yuxuan was particularly good-looking that day, with a perfect image, and even the easily wrinkled shirt had a very good drape.

Deng Yuxuan had a foreknowledge, and said, "You don't remember, do you? This is what I call beautification."

Hearing this, Ding Xuning was a little flustered, he clenched his teeth on the soft flesh in his mouth, and suddenly he was shaken.

After so many years of love, how could there be such a result.

Deng Yuxuan is still persuading, Xiao Ding, put down your self-imagining, think about that day carefully, do you still feel your heartbeat? "It was a beeping voice that answered him.

For the first time, Ding Xuning took the initiative to hang up his phone.

Deng Yuxuan looked at the phone and shrugged.

He has done his best, and the next step will depend on Ding Xuning's own fortune.

It's best if he can figure it out, if he can't figure it out, Cui Yanan will suffer.

Here, Ding Xuning hung up the phone in a panic, and threw the phone on the bed not far away, very upset.

Deng Yuxuan's persuasion was very methodical, causing him to be confused now.

His joy when he saw Deng Yuxuan was true, but what Deng Yuxuan said about constant beautification was even more true.

Ding Xuning rubbed his hair irritably, without thinking at all.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

He walked over to open the door, and there was Cui Yanan holding a plate of strawberries at the door.

"Do you want to eat strawberries?" Cui Yanan showed a smiling face, full of milky air.

Ding Xuning's heart strangely settled down, and he let Cui Yanan into the room.

Deng Yuxuan put his phone on the table, and planned to go to the kitchen to check on Ji Huai's battle.

Ji Huai was full of curiosity about Deng Yuxuan's phone call just now, and wished he could rush out to answer the phone now and listen to what was being said there.He was distracted, he didn't even know the oil under his hands was hot.

Deng Yuxuan walked into the kitchen, and when he saw the hot oil, he walked past Ji Huai in fright, and turned off the gas.

Ji Huai snapped back to his senses, and put the shovel behind him at a loss.

Deng Yuxuan laughed angrily, are you planning to drag me to death? "

Ji Huai touched his nose in embarrassment, "No, I accidentally lost my mind just now."

Deng Yuxuan stretched out his hand and poked Ji Huai's shoulder with a finger, and taught him a lesson: "You are still distracted while cooking? Is this what my mother taught you?"

Ji Huai wrapped his hands with his hands, "No, Auntie taught you very well."

Deng Yuxuan pulled out his hand, "Then why don't you hurry up and order? Is the rice steamed?"

It was only then that Ji Huai remembered that the rice was not steamed, "Steam it now."

As he spoke, he brushed past Deng Yuxuan, opened the cupboard to find a bag of rice.

Deng Yuxuan sighed heavily.

He suspected that he would not be able to eat today.

Ji Huai steamed the rice, turned his head and pushed his shoulder to send it out, "You go out first, I'll be ready soon."

Deng Yuxuan obediently left the kitchen, mentally prepared that he would not be able to eat today.

However, an hour later, Ji Huai brought the prepared meal to the table and shouted in the direction of the living room: "Xuanxuan, it's time to eat."

Deng Yuxuan put down the Xiaoxiaole in his hand, and walked towards the dining table with a skeptical attitude.

The moment he saw the food, he was really shocked.

Deng Yuxuan looked at the plates while pulling the stool.

There are three dishes and one soup on the table, and the rice is plump and full of water, which is an experienced level.

The three dishes are also big dishes, boiled pork, braised pork ribs and shredded pork with pepper.

The soup is ordinary tomato and egg soup, and Ji Huai didn't know how many eggs were put in. At a glance, he couldn't even see the shadow of tomatoes.

Ji Huai put the chopsticks in his hand, "Eat quickly."

Deng Yuxuan picked up the chopsticks and just separated the two chopsticks when he suddenly wanted to drink carbonated soda, so he asked, "Do you have any?"

Ji Huai paused, saying that there were only a few bottles of fruit.

Deng Yuxuan waved his little hand, "That's fine, take it here."

Ji Huai turned around and went back to the kitchen, took out two bottles of fruit from the refrigerator and opened them, one for each person.

Deng Yuxuan took a sip directly, "Pineapple flavor?"

Ji Huai nodded naturally, "Yes, I remember you liked this flavor the most when you were in college."

Deng Yuxuan's Guoguobe stopped halfway, and finally put it down, silently giving Ji Huai a point in his heart.

It's rare to keep his preferences in mind and integrate them into life.

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Ji Huai took the initiative to attack, took a chopstick of meat and put it on Deng Yuxuan's rice, "Try the boiled meat quickly."

Deng Yuxuan let out a "hmm", picked up the meat and put it in his mouth, instantly, his eyes lit up.

If the appearance of this dish is an eight, then the taste is definitely a ten.

It has been a long time since Deng Yuxuan had such authentic spicy food.

Ji Huai's meat slices are cut just right, smooth and refreshing, with numbness in the spicy taste, and the taste of the sweet rice wrapped in it is indescribable.

"It's delicious!" Deng Yuxuan praised.

Ji Huai pursed his lips and smiled, "I asked a friend to get this chili from Sichuan and Chongqing. I can't eat spicy food, so this pot belongs to you."

Deng Yuxuan thanked him casually: "Thank you."

Ji Huai's smile froze on his face, he hesitated for a long time before carefully asking if you can not be so polite with me? "

Deng Yuxuan was obsessed with delicious food and couldn't extricate himself, while eating from the bowl while looking at the plate, he had no time to think about Ji Huai's words.

He nodded perfunctorily, "No problem."

Ji Huai paused, and finally calmed down his loss with self-comfort.

Deng Yuxuan picked up a piece of shredded pork with a thin mouth, and asked, "How did you make this fried shredded pork with sharp peppers? Why is the fat meat so dry?"

Ji Huaixin raised it in his throat, "Isn't it delicious?"

Deng Yuxuan rolled his eyes mercilessly, "I'll only ask if it's delicious."

"Oh." Ji Huai breathed a sigh of relief, "I fried it first before frying it."

Deng Yuxuan glanced at the brightly colored dishes on the plate, and praised Ji Huai again, "Then the second time the meat doesn't eat oil, and you control the amount of oil quite well."

Ji Huai also picked up a piece of shredded pork and put it in his mouth, but he coughed non-stop due to the hot pepper, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Deng Yuxuan brought the fruit to his mouth, "If you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it."

Ji Huai shook his head while squinting, "You like me to make it for you every day."

Deng Yuxuan smiled, "That's not necessary, I'll get tired of it."

Ji Huai froze for a moment, feeling that Deng Yuxuan was not just talking about this dish.

Deng Yuxuan pushed the plate of braised pork ribs in front of Ji Huai, "Eat the pork ribs, this one is not spicy, I won't compete with you."

Ji Huai refused, "No, just eat as long as you want, I'm not hungry."

Deng Yuxuan raised his eyebrows lightly, "That's fine."

For a meal, Deng Yuxuan drank three bottles of fruit juice. The Sichuan and Chongqing peppers are well-deserved, even if he likes spicy food, he can't handle it.

Satisfied with food and drink, Deng Yuxuan went back to the sofa to lay his body, and Ji Huai removed all the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

After wiping the table, Ji Huai sat next to Deng Yuxuan.

Deng Yuxuan covered his stomach with both hands, looked up at the simple lamp on the ceiling, feeling drunk, he actually wanted to cry.

Leaving home, breaking up, and late love are all grievances.

"Ji Huai, do you know?"

"The scene just now was beyond my imagination."

"During the time you went abroad, I was afraid every night. I was afraid that you would meet someone abroad who you really liked and would be willing to make soup for him."

"However, I just dare not think that that person will be myself."

Deng Yuxuan shook his head, turned to Ji Huai, and suddenly frowned and smiled: "Are you saying it's ridiculous?"

Ji Huai's chest felt as if someone had punched him hard, the inside was sore and swollen, and the pain was severe.

While Deng Yuxuan was speaking, he seemed to see a small dark room. In the room, Deng Yuxuan was curled up on the bed with tears in his eyes, thinking about how he loved others.

Ji Huai reached out and touched Deng Yuxuan's face with his fingers, his voice hoarse: "It's not ridiculous."

Deng Yuxuan avoided his hand, his eyes blurred, "How could it be? I think I am quite ridiculous."

Ji Huai's heart tightened, his throat itched unbearably, "I'm the one who's sorry for you."

Deng Yuxuan laughed mockingly: "You just don't love me, so why don't you feel sorry for me."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Huai couldn't wait to retort: ​​"I love you."

Deng Yuxuan got up, moved his upper body to the side of Ji Huai on the sofa, his eyes sparkled: "Then can you kiss me?"

Ji Huai couldn't describe how he felt at that time.

He felt that the fire that he had suppressed for a long time was suddenly stirred up, but what caught his attention more than the fire was the constant pain in his heart.

Ji Huai wanted to kill the man who refused Deng Yuxuan's kiss in the past, how could he be willing to love his little baby so much?

Under the warm yellow light, Ji Huai held Deng Yuxuan's face in one hand, his lips approached slowly, and the shadows of the two were kissing on the wall behind them.

The moment his lips touched, Ji Huai couldn't help wanting to ask for more, but was suppressed by his late reason.Deng Yuxuan's mouth was soft, the temperature he liked.

Neither of them went deep, they just kept touching each other, as if they were warming each other.

Deng Yuxuan thought, he was really drunk.