Yamakawa

The portion of porridge is not much, and after eating, Xie Qiujie's water is almost enough.

Xia Youqing gave him the sweet milk in the bag, "The temperature is about the same, it's ready to drink."

Xie Qiujie wanted to refuse, but Xia Youqing refused to give him a chance.

The sweet milk was no longer scalding when it was first taken out. The temperature at this time was just right. It may be due to the weakness of hypoglycemia. Xie Qiujie always felt that the air conditioner in the hospital was too low.

Sweet milk is warm and warm in the palm of your hand.

Xie Qiujie couldn't refuse.

After lifting the water, it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Cao Huiying asked the store manager for sick leave on Xie Qiujie's behalf, and Xie Qiujie had to go home.

On the way, Xie Qiujie asked, "When do you want me to take pictures?"

Xia Youqing said: "According to your time, as long as you have a gap in your work, I will tell you if you have special time requirements."

"it is good."

They got on the subway, and the subway at this point was crowded at peak hours. The two of them were standing. Xia Youqing had a deep face, handsome features, and slightly frowned, as if he was uncomfortable being crowded.

Xie Qiujie remembered that when he was handing him porridge in the hospital, his eyes were very calm, and his brown pupils reflected the cold white light in the hospital corridor, but when he looked at him, they were warm.

Xia Youqing will always leave, he thought.

He is like the wind.

Moreover, what is the relationship between them, they just knew each other for a few days.

"Where's your camera?" Xie Qiujie asked suddenly.

"What?" The train announcer sounded, the crowd dispersed and came in again, Xia Youqing didn't hear what Xie Qiujie said.

Xia Youqing lowered his head slightly, and his breath fell on Xie Qiujie's forehead when he spoke, and Xie Qiujie looked up into his eyes.

"Camera." Xie Qiujie said.

They are very close.

The sound of the train running was noisy, the crowd was noisy, but Xia Youqing's world suddenly became quiet, as if he saw Xie Qiujie for the first time on the top of the mountain.

Looking back on Xie Qiu Festival, the fair and translucent skin was pinkish in the sun, the eyes were clear and clean, the trees were green and the sky was blue.

The leaves swayed and the clouds floated, and he stood in the wind, as clean and clear as the clear spring water flowing slowly in the mountains.

The heartbeat seemed to slow down a beat.

It was just a very short second, and Xia Youqing had no time to think about it.

He replied slowly, "At home."

He didn't want to take pictures today, and he didn't want to run around the city. When he didn't have any inspiration, he just wanted to relax. He originally wanted to order a dessert and coffee and spend an afternoon quietly at Xie Qiujie's work place.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Send you home." Someone squeezed Xia Youqing in the shaking of the carriage, and he and Xie Qiujie got closer, shoulders touching shoulders.

Xie Qiujie shook his head, "No, thank you."

Xie Qiujie appraised and transferred a sum of money to Xia Youqing, and the medical expenses included meals.

Xia Youqing didn't speak, until they got off the car, he followed Xie Qiujie, Xie Qiujie didn't say much.

After a long time, Xie Qiujie was teased by Xia Youqing. He saw Xia Youqing and said, "Can I ask why?"

"Ok?"

"Why are you suddenly in a bad mood? If you're in a bad mood, you can tell me."

Emotions need to be expressed.

But no one has ever told Xie Qiujie before, if you are unhappy, just tell me.

Xie Qiujie was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Xia Youqing, you know I'm deaf, you can tell."

Xia Youqing hadn't had time to say anything.

Xie Qiujie pointed to his ears, and continued, "I'm acquired deafness. I used to wear hearing aids, but they didn't work anymore."

It's actually not that hard to say.

Xia Youqing looked at him quietly.

Xie Qiujie didn't see sympathy and pity in his eyes, he used to always see sympathy in other people's eyes, as if he was so pitiful.

Xia Youqing said: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I don't mean to force you."

Xie Qiujie shook his head and looked ahead.

I don't know why, maybe Xia Youqing was too gentle to him, making him feel that it's okay to talk to others.

"...my father was a domestic violence man. When I was a child, my ears were deafened by him." His eyes were quiet, "I really hated him before... Probably, after he died, I didn't feel much. gone."

In fact, when he grew up, he tried to think objectively about everything about Xie's father, except for domestic violence. Xie's father also treated him well when he was in a good mood. He bought snacks for him when he came home during the Chinese New Year, and went to the market behind his back to give him When buying hydrogen balloons, he will tell him with a silly smile to eat more to grow his body.

It's just that the pain is greater than the joy.

"After so many years, I'm actually getting used to it. I wore hearing aids for a while, but I couldn't hear completely because of something six years ago."

Xia Youqing didn't ask him what was the matter, but reached out and pinched Xie Qiujie's earlobe, which was soft.

Xie Qiujie was stunned, and when he realized it, he hid to the side, but Xia Youqing only squeezed it and withdrew his hand, with a calm and natural expression, as if he hadn't done anything.

"Xie Qiujie, do you want to get your ears pierced?"

Xie Qiujie looked at him quietly.

How can this person act nonchalantly when he touches others.

This needs to be changed, so Xie Qiujie beat him up.

"Do not want to."

"why?"

"ugly."

Xia Youqing smiled, "Other boys might be non-mainstream, but if you wear stud earrings, you can only wear one earring. It's actually pretty good-looking, and your ears are also good-looking."

The earrings with dark green agate texture and Xie Qiujie's light face are absolutely beautiful.

Xie Qiujie: "..."

Xie Qiujie did not expect that there are people who can boast that the shape of the ears is good-looking. In the photographer's eyes, is any human characteristic magnified?

Xia Youqing followed Xie Qiujie to the downstairs, Xia Youqing looked at him with a smile and raised his eyebrows: "Would you like me to sit up?"

Xie Qiujie's mood is not completely good, he can feel it.

Xia Youqing didn't know what he was thinking, but wanted to accompany him.

"Do you have something to do?" Xie Qiujie asked.

Anyway, Xia Youqing helped him.

And he was kind enough to buy porridge for him. Another person, Xie Qiujie, would definitely not let people come here with him. He didn't like other people coming into his house, anyway, he usually didn't have many friends to visit.

"No, I don't want to take pictures today."

"I... treat you to afternoon tea." Xie Qiujie said.

"Do you need to change your shoes?" Xia Youqing asked standing in the entrance.

"Need not."

Xie Qiujie found the remote control to turn on the air conditioner.

In the morning, the windows were opened to ventilate the room, and the hot sun came in from the balcony, and the small floor of the living room seemed to be scorching hot.

Xie Qiujie's house is clean and tidy, and there are not many things arranged. Xia Youqing can actually think of it.

Although Xia Youqing was invited to drink afternoon tea, there was actually nothing at home except the mochi made in the morning.

Xia Youqing asked, "Do you live alone?"

Xie Qiujie looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't see what he said.

Xia Youqing asked again.

"Shared rent." Xie Qiujie replied.

Yuan Yu's things haven't been moved yet, so it's true.

Then go to the kitchen to check your materials and see what else to cook.

Xia Youqing followed him into the kitchen, seeing him busy, "What are you going to do? You just finished lifting the water, don't get sick again, take a good rest, I'll drink a glass of water and go home."

Xie Qiujie: "I'm not tired of making afternoon tea."

Xie Qiujie likes to make desserts, and likes to study all kinds of drinks and cakes. He doesn't feel tired. He enjoys the process and everything he concentrates on in the kitchen. He also feels a sense of accomplishment when the finished product is finished.

After checking the remaining materials in the kitchen, washing his hands, he turned to Xia Youqing and asked, "Do you eat scones?"

Xia Youqing looked confused, "What is Sikang?"

bread?Cake, or toast?

"..."

Xie Qiujie explained in simple language, "quick bread."

Xia Youqing: "..."

He watched Xie Qiujie prepare the materials, "Anything is fine, I don't choose, as long as it's not too sweet."

"Don't like sweets?"

Xia Youqing smiled: "No, to be precise, the fact that the dessert is not sweet is the highest evaluation I have of it. I have eaten several desserts before, and they are too sweet, and my teeth are too sweet."

Xie Qiujie nodded to express his understanding. Many people don't like to eat too sweet desserts. The recipes in the store are biased towards the taste of the public. In fact, they are not that sweet.

It’s just that when Xie Qiujie makes it at home, he will put more sugar according to his sweet taste.

He likes sweet.

"There is a TV at home, you wait in the living room for a while." He said.

But Xia Youqing still didn't leave the kitchen, and Xie Qiujie didn't bother to chase him away.

Xie Qiujie Put the low-gluten flour, baking powder, salt and sugar into a bowl and stir, cut the fine butter into small pieces and pour it into the flour.

Xie Qiujie will also have a very decompressive comfort when cutting butter.

Use a spatula to mix the butter and flour evenly, knead them into fine particles, and Xie Qiujie is ready to pour in the milk next to it.

From the corner of the eye, Xia Youqing was looking at him with the camera of his mobile phone, as if taking pictures of him.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Youqing: "When you make things, you are very serious, and you seem to enjoy it with a stretched expression."

"Shooting this too?" Xie Qiujie really didn't understand what Xia Youqing was thinking.

Although he promised to be a model for him, he didn't face the camera like this. Celebrities don't get this kind of treatment.

"Take photos casually." Xia Youqing put away his phone, "You know my photos will be posted online."

Xie Qiujie nodded. He knew that Xia Youqing would post the photos online, and he seemed to have a group of fans, so even though the salary was very attractive, he hesitated before.

Apart from feeling that he can't do well, he doesn't want to be followed by the Internet, he just wants to live a normal life.

The dough became a soft paste. Xie Qiujie simply kneaded it twice, and spread the dough into a rectangular cake with a thickness of two centimeters.

The simplicity of Scone lies in the fact that it does not require professional kneading techniques. It is simple and easy, and many novice bakers can try it.

He brought the Oreo biscuits over, separated the filling from the biscuit, mixed the filling with milk to make a paste, and mashed the Oreo biscuits.

Xia Youqing stopped him, "I'll come, you just finished the injection."

"No problem."

Xia Youqing snatched his bowl, "I just happen to be free, so I can help you."

Xie Qiujie had no choice but to let him go, "Crush it, it should be in powder form."

"no problem."

Xie Qiujie looked at him. Xia Youqing's fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints and smooth lines. He remembered that his palms were big and warm.

Compared with holding a camera, such a hand is actually more suitable for playing the piano. It may look good when playing the guitar and plucking the strings.

He also remembered that when Xia Youqing was holding the camera, it was actually very good-looking.

He asked inexplicably, "Xia Youqing, can you play the guitar?"

"No." Xia Youqing looked at him while smashing biscuits, "Why do you ask this suddenly? I look like you're playing music?"

Not like.

If you don't look at the face and only look at the hands, it may be okay.

Xia Youqing asked with a smile, his eyebrows curved, "Xie Qiujie, do you want to watch me play the guitar?"

Xie Qiujie put on a cold face, "I don't want to."

"Why did you ask suddenly, there must be a reason."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

"If you want to watch it, I too..." Xia Youqing gasped, "...I can't learn it, I'm tone deaf, and when I was in high school, my head teacher wanted me to play the guitar on stage for the school celebration, and I even hired the entertainment committee member to partner with me .”

"and after."

Xia Youqing said indifferently: "Later, I really couldn't learn it. In just one month, I was not interested in playing the guitar. The cultural and entertainment committee member cried to the class teacher and said that she worked hard but couldn't move it, so I changed it."

Xie Qiujie felt that his high school seemed quite interesting, so he added, "You had good grades back then."

"So-so, I loved to play back then, and I didn't worry about studying."

Xie Qiujie was silent for a few seconds, "...Where did you go to university?"

Xia Youqing didn't look like an ignorant person.

"N is big."

Xie Qiujie became even more silent.

Xia Youqing smiled: "Our school is the key point, with a high enrollment rate, but my grades are really not very good."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

In their county town, only one or two students can be admitted to N University every year, and only one person can be admitted to Qingbei University every ten years.

Xia Youqing gave the crushed Oreos to Xie Qiujie, "in powder form."

"Yeah." Xie Qiujie took it, sprinkled it layer by layer on the rectangular dough, folded it in half, and repeated it twice.

Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and refrigerate.

Xie Qiujie asked, "Would you like tea or lemonade?"

Xia Youqing went to wash his hands again, and thought: "Hot tea, don't drink iced tea, it's uncomfortable to the stomach."

Xie Qiujie took out the black tea he bought earlier and boiled water.

They sat on the sofa and waited for the water to boil. They had nothing to do, and there were only two big men in the room. Xie Qiujie seemed a little embarrassed and felt unnatural.

Seemingly feeling Xie Qiujie's discomfort, Xia Youqing took the initiative to ask, "Xie Qiujie, why do you want to make desserts?"