person oxidized by love

The house was too small, Zhou Keyun was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Ji Xinghui could hear it clearly from outside.

Just now he rummaged through the boxes and found the towels distributed in the previous trip, as well as the disposable underwear distributed on a business trip, and found the loosest T-shirt, which was barely enough for Zhou Keyun to take a bath.

There is no shortage of toothbrushes at home, and they are stocked up during the big sale in the supermarket.But there is really no extra toothbrush cup, so I have to let the drinking cup work part-time.

Ji Xing sat outside, always feeling that the heat on his face hadn't subsided.

It's all because Zhou Keyun said strange things to him suddenly, so gentle, it doesn't look like him at all.At that moment, Ji Xinghui's chest was slightly sweet, but mixed with pain.

Sweet torture turns out to be addictive.

Ji Xing pressed his chest back, and then kissed the fingertips that Zhou Keyun had just clenched with his lips.

He was almost obsessed with the pain in his heart.

The sound of water stopped, Ji Xing came back to his senses, and remembered that he needed to get the household registration book.

When graduating from high school, grandma went to change her household registration book once, because she herself only had an elementary school education level, and felt that it was a special thing for Xiaoxing to be admitted to a good university after graduating from high school.

The notification letter from the university hadn't arrived yet, so grandma went to get a new one first. After getting the new one, grandma stared at the column of academic qualifications for a long time.

Later, when grandma passed away, Ji Xing went back to the Public Security Bureau to help grandma cancel her household registration, and then moved her own household registration to Xiting.But he always kept a copy of the page of his grandma's household registration book, and stuffed it back after he got the new one, so that his grandma could always be by his side.

Ji Xing squatted back in front of the cabinet, staring at the account book in a daze, and slowly pulled out the grandma's page.

Zhou Keyun came out: "Where is the hair dryer?"

Ji Xinghui was taken aback, and frantically tried to put the things back into the drawer, but the drawer was old and stuck in the middle, and couldn't be moved no matter what.

Ji Xinghui pretended to be calm and said, "It's in the cabinet under the sink."

Zhou Keyun walked over, his right knee touched the ground, and he squatted down next to Ji Xinghui.

"Ji Xinghui, are you crying?" Zhou Keyun's voice sounded cautious.

Ji Xing shook his head and forced a smile: "How... is it possible?"

But Zhou Keyun stretched out his hands, held his face, and wiped away the tears on his face with his fingertips so earnestly.

Ji Xinghui didn't even know that he was crying, he froze there in a daze, not knowing how to look directly into Zhou Keyun's beautiful and affectionate eyes.

Zhou Keyun just saw the account page with grandma's name on it, and he said softly, "Don't cry."

Ji Xinghui realized that people cannot be comforted when they are sad, and the tears could not be controlled at all, so they just rolled down and wet Zhou Keyun's fingertips.

He felt that he was too weak, but Zhou Keyun was so gentle to him, Ji Xinghui closed his eyes, tears rolled down his face.

Zhou Keyun came over and kissed his eyes quietly, and he said in a deep voice, "Ji Xinghui, I will treat you very well."

Ji Xinghui's eyelashes trembled like butterflies wet by the rain.

Zhou Keyun pressed the back of his neck, hugged him into his arms, and patted his back carefully.

In fact, when grandma passed away, Ji Xinghui didn't cry at all. He had so many things to do and didn't have time to be sad.Zhou Keyun's embrace became a safe haven, and Ji Xinghui shed tears silently. The sadness slowly surfaced after many years, almost swallowing him.

He thought of the long and cold hospital corridors, he walked from one end to the other alone, the memories were black and white silent movies, the doctor opened his mouth, he couldn't hear the sound but knew what he was talking about, Ji Xinghui couldn't breathe Shangqi, he was like a helpless child, accepting a flimsy judgment.

Ji Xinghui was very glad that he listened to his grandma and didn't let her die in the West Court.Grandma said she wanted Ye Luo to return to her roots, so Tang Cheng came here on purpose and drove her back to Xinggang.

In the last month, Ji Xinghui started to run in two places. He returned to Xinggang after get off work on Friday, and returned to Xiting on Sunday night. He also thought about whether to change jobs altogether, but every month he waited for his debts to let him go. There is no way to accept the possible gaps between changing jobs.

Miracles and magic medicines do not exist in the world, so grandma finally left.

The funeral was helped by the neighbors in the neighborhood. That day at the entrance of Bailan Lane, there was a long-lasting mourning and joy, which could easily overshadow the laughter that had happened here.

Xinggang is always raining, that day Ji Xinghui squatted at the door of his house, watching the rain all night, the uninterrupted fine rain, as if someone was crying.

The next day when the alarm clock rang, Ji Xinghui touched his phone with his eyes closed, but when he moved, the hands around his waist tightened, and he opened his eyes in fright, only to remember that Zhou Keyun was at his home.

I don't remember when I fell asleep yesterday, I just remember that I hugged Zhou Keyun and didn't let go, like a crazy person.Ji Xing frowned, wishing he could disappear on the spot.

Didn't he drink alcohol yesterday?

Zhou Keyun was still sleeping, treating Ji Xinghui as a big pillow, his body was very warm, and so were his palms.

Ji Xing shrank back into Zhou Keyun's arms, scolding himself for being worthless while wishing that time would pass more slowly.

Ji Xinghui is used to turning on a row of alarm clocks and getting up when the third alarm clock rings, but today he doesn't feel sleepy at all, he clearly swallows the warmth and sweetness of the moment.

This was the first time that he and Zhou Keyun lay on the same bed together, but did not go to bed.

Ji Xing thanked him that he only had a small bed of 1.5 meters, so they could be so close as a matter of course.

After lying down like this for another 10 minutes, Ji Xinghui slowly got up. He was very careful not to disturb Zhou Keyun.

Ji Xinghui first went to the bathroom to take a shower. The bathroom was only two square meters, and the shower area was separated by a shower curtain. When he was taking a shower, he thought, Zhou Keyun, a big man like him, must have felt aggrieved taking a shower yesterday.

Ji Xing squeezed the shampoo back twice, the bottle was about to bottom out, it was a bit difficult to squeeze out, but it could still be used for a while.

Ji Xing washed back quickly. Although Zhou Keyun would send him to work later, he didn't want to waste too much time.Ji Xinghui opened the shower curtain and walked out, still dripping water, he reached for the towel on the shelf.

The next second, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Zhou Keyun walked in with his eyes narrowed.

There is really no place to hide in the two-square-meter bathroom. Ji Xinghui was forced to meet Zhou Keyun's eyes, and it was strange to deliberately cover up. Ji Xinghui had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Good morning."

Zhou Keyun seemed to be awake at this moment, he was startled, and immediately turned his eyes away.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Keyun said, and immediately backed out.

Ji Xing froze for two seconds before quickly drying his body while blushing.

When Ji Xing went back out, Zhou Keyun had returned to his usual calm and self-sufficient appearance, but his ears were still a little red, which made Ji Xinghui suspect that it was his own illusion.

"Do you want to use the bathroom?" Ji Xing returned with a hairdryer in his hand and a towel draped over his shoulders.

Zhou Keyun nodded, turned around and went in.

Ji Xinghui turned the hot air to the highest setting, blew it casually, and then opened the refrigerator with his messy hair. On weekdays when he was in a rush for work, he bought buns from the breakfast shop downstairs and wiped them out on the way to the subway station.

It was too late to cook porridge, Ji Xinghui was troubled for a while, and decided to cook noodles.

So when Zhou Keyun came out of the bathroom, he saw Ji Xinghui busy in the kitchen. He lowered his head and sent a message to Chen Ran, telling him not to buy breakfast and bring it here.

Ji Xinghui hadn't changed his clothes yet. He was wearing a baggy T and the same baggy shorts.

Since he was young, his body hair has not been exuberant, so his legs look white and clean, with beautiful legs and slender ankles, which Zhou Keyun can hold with one hand.

The noodles were cooked quickly, and Ji Xinghui also fried poached eggs. There were no green vegetables at home, so he had to use local materials. He picked a few pieces of lettuce from the window sill and washed them clean.

The noodle soup base is learned from grandma, half a spoonful of lard, two spoonfuls of light soy sauce, a little sugar and white pepper, and the green onions are also grown by myself.Pour a little noodle soup to dissolve the lard, top it with noodles and eggs, a bowl of hot and fragrant, Ji Xinghui swallowed first.

He brought out the noodles, and Zhou Keyun was sitting at the dining table with his eyes focused.

"Eat it while it's hot, or the noodles will become lumpy." Ji Xinghui used thin noodles, and the taste of thin noodles would deteriorate after soaking for a long time.

Ji Xinghui handed him the chopsticks and sat down himself.He cooks the lard himself. In the past, grandma always boiled lard. Sprinkle salt and chili noodles on the leftover lard residue, which is a delicious and crunchy snack, or dipped in sugar and soy sauce, and used to sandwich buns.

Zhou Keyun picked up chopsticks to eat noodles. He had a good look and never spoke when there was something in his mouth.

Although Zhou Keyun didn't comment, he ate very well.Ji Xing looked back at him, feeling better.

At this time, Zhou Keyun was wearing a cheap T-shirt with his hair down, looking like an ordinary handsome man.

Ji Xinghui looked at him with some fascination, feeling his heart itch, how much he wanted to keep Zhou Keyun at this moment.There was only a small table between them, Ji Xinghui could touch him as long as he stretched out his hand.

Ji Xinghui's trance was interrupted by a knock on the door, Zhou Keyun put down his chopsticks and got up: "I asked Chen Ran to come over."

Zhou Keyun had already finished his noodles, even the soup, leaving only a few scallions in the bowl.

Ji Xing was happy in his heart, so he lowered his head and hastily settled his face.

Chen Ran didn't enter the door, he handed the clothes still covered with dry cleaning bags to Zhou Keyun: "President Zhou, I'll wait for you in the car."

Zhou Keyun nodded. He temporarily put his clothes on Ji Xinghui's bed, took off his short sleeves, and put on his shirt.

Ji Xinghui took the bowl to the kitchen, washed it and turned around. Zhou Keyun had already changed his shirt and suit pants, and his tie was still hanging around his neck.

The two looked at each other again today, and Ji Xinghui swallowed unconsciously. He felt that Zhou Keyun was the kind of person who was born to wear formal clothes. He was tall and handsome, making people unable to look away.

Zhou Keyun looked at him and said, "Come here."

Ji Xinghui didn't know why, but he walked over obediently. Zhou Keyun looked down at him: "Ji Xinghui, help me tie my tie."

Ji Xing pursed his lips, and said bravely: "You don't know it yourself?"

Zhou Keyun smiled a little, looked at Ji Xinghui's hand, and said with a smile, "Isn't this what you should do?"

Ji Xinghui felt his face was hot, he stretched out his hand, and his eyes fell on the tie: "I can't play well."

"It's okay." Zhou Keyun said.

Zhou Keyun always told him it didn't matter, Ji Xing recalled, could this be considered a preference?

Ji Xing returned very slowly. He was fast when he tied his tie, but once he put it on Zhou Keyun, he felt that something was wrong.

After finishing the typing with difficulty, Ji Xinghui carefully helped Zhou Keyun turn down the collar of his shirt, and tidied up his tie carefully.

Zhou Keyun leaned over, kissed Ji Xinghui's eyes like a reward, and said softly, "Thank you."