[Comprehensive] Did Zhixi watch pretty boys today?

Zhi Xi did not leave with Katsuki Bakugo.

In fact, in her consciousness, she didn't have any idea of ​​"staying with someone". Perhaps it was all the past experiences that made her who she is now. In the few seconds since she woke up and went downstairs, Zhixi was already in the I roughly made a plan in my heart: today is too late, but tomorrow she will go out to find a job, integrate into the society seven years later as soon as possible, and then start planning her life again.

A life of her own, not controlled by anyone or anything.

But the words of Hong Jiaodong forced her to face up to this question: For him, what does it mean for him to exist like this?

Zhi Xi still deeply and clearly remembers her astonishment when the system prompts [mission completed]—it should be said that he was hiding it too well when he was still a teenager, or because he was too slow, at least when the prompt sounded Before, she had never considered the possibility that Hong Jiaodong's affection for her had already been at full value... so early, long before the system appeared.

And after that, there were too many things between each other, so she didn't have time to stop and ask more questions.Zhixi's life so far has been full of "too late", just like she didn't have time to tell Katsuki not to worry too much about that agreement, she didn't have time to see Akashi Seijuro wear a ring that symbolizes marriage for herself, and she didn't have time to run out of that area. Dark and obscure woods.

But now, just now.

[I also have times when I want to stop. ]

In the living room that exudes vitality everywhere, the hour hand of the wall clock on the wall pointed to "10" unknowingly. Just as she was about to close her clothes and lie down, the hunger from her stomach surged up in an instant.

Zhixi remembered that two hours ago, after Katsuki Bakugo left, because of some inexplicable emotion in her heart, she rushed to speak before Hong Jiaodong, saying that she was sleepy and went back to her room to rest first.

By the way, dinner was rejected.

...In the end, he sat upright on the bed in the guest room for two hours.

Will IQ decline after becoming a human?She mused.

Now that she has calmed down, Zhixi felt that her mood at that time should be "escape". She didn't know how to face his feelings, so she adopted the ostrich tactic.

This is not good, and it is not right, after all, even if Hong didn't have that kind of affection for her, they are still closer than most people - just for this point, Zhixi thinks that she should have a beginning and an end, At least you should speak clearly and express your attitude clearly.

The hunger in her stomach made her flustered, Zhi Xi quietly got out of the bed and moved to the door, her ears were attached to the door to listen to the movement outside, it was very quiet, the young man should have already fallen asleep by this time— —His schedule is always punctual.Zhi Xi felt relieved, put a little force on the hand on the doorknob, and slipped out with her back foot chasing her front foot.

Then he walked all the way to the kitchen in the dark.

Let’s talk about those things tomorrow, Zhi Xi thought, a tough guy with even less hair than her has a famous saying: leave tomorrow’s affairs to tomorrow’s me.

Fill up your belly now.She turned on the kitchen light, tiptoedly opened the refrigerator door—

Somehow, at this moment, she seemed to suddenly be able to understand the mood when Wu Jianning asked her what ingredients she had at home.

The refrigerator was empty, and there were only two bottles of water on the shelf behind the door. One day, if she was too poor (although it is not bad now), she could sell this refrigerator to exchange for a few days of food. After all, this is the new ninety-five.

Zhi Xi beat her chest and stomped her feet, then reached out to the cabinet without giving up.

In the past, whenever there was newly bought soba noodles at home, it would always be placed in the first cabinet from the left under the stove, so sometimes when no one was cooking at home, Hong would open the door of that cabinet with ease.

And now, Zhi Xi followed her memory and opened the door of the first cabinet from the left.

The entrance is a cabinet full of pink.

It's strawberry milk.

Still her favorite brand.

In the past seven years, it has changed its packaging several times, so there are three kinds of strawberry milk with different outer boxes in this cabinet.

Just below that, there was a bag of soba noodles lying alone in the corner.

She took out the package of fast food that hadn't been opened, her hands trembled a little, and the plastic packaging bag rattled—

Zhi Xi suddenly felt a little confused.

The house he lives in now looks very new in every way. It is conservatively estimated that it has not been more than two years since the renovation.

And the rows of strawberry milk, some of them, were exactly the same as the packaging she remembered.

So, at the age she couldn't see, Hong Jiaodong, what kind of mood did he have to buy these milk... Even after changing his residence, he still put away the milk that was almost expired for a long time into this cupboard?

If she never comes back... Will he stick to this thing, or this habit?

An unspeakable feeling welled up in her throat, causing Zhi Xi's eyes to burn. She hurriedly closed the cupboard door and stood up again, patted her face with cold water, and took out a pot to boil the noodles.

Who would have imagined that as soon as the pot was out of the pot, there was the sound of a key opening the door from the entrance.

Zhi Xi's whole body trembled.

She was in a hurry, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to turn off the stove and hide all the pots and pans. Fortunately, she realized that this was stupid in time. Before she hesitated, the footsteps had already passed behind her. When she turned her head, the young man was standing at the door of the kitchen. , looking at himself from a few steps away.

There are also several plastic bags in my hand.

He seems to have grown a lot taller, him.

In the chaos, Zhixi's brain still took time to think about this question.

"..."

"..."

Hong Jiaodong was a little dazed.

After a while, he coughed lightly, pretending to be calm and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhi Xi's fingers moved, and the corners of her lips twitched, revealing a blunt smile: "I'm trying this stove in your house...how about the speed of boiling water?"

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

Hong Jiaodong: "Then have you tried it?"

"...I'm just kidding, I'm cooking noodles." Zhi Xi silently moved half a step aside, revealing the steaming pot behind her, "Would you like to eat... burnt?"

His tone was full of the guilty conscience that would only be felt after being caught stealing food.

She said that on purpose, Hong knew it.

Since the reunion, the two of them haven't talked face to face like they are now. She seems to have been nervous about something, but even so, she tried her best to liven up the atmosphere, and said a few words to him without any harm. joke.

Just like they used to be.

The corner of the young man's lips raised slightly at a very slight angle, and then quickly pressed down. He intended to cooperate, so he took a few steps forward with the plastic bag in hand, sorting the contents of the bag into the refrigerator or cabinet, " good."

He shook the things in his hand again, "Remember to add this."

"Okay."

Zhixi's eyes lit up unconsciously, what she held in her hand was her favorite hoisin sauce when eating soba noodles in the past.The faint fragrance of the noodles lingered in her nostrils, she took them out and put them in a bowl to cool—she still remembered that he had some cat tongues and was most afraid of being scalded.

……

The young man stood behind her, and when she didn't look over, his eyes softened inch by inch.

How long has it been.

If in the past years, we could foresee this moment, wouldn't those days be so gloomy.

After moving out of the house, he never had the experience of seeing bright lights when he came home at night, and a certain kind of soft and fragile emotion like silk enveloped his heart.In terms of appearance, the person in front of him was still a little strange to him, but the soul wrapped in this body was like a harbor.

In the past, he firmly believed that girls with long coffee-colored hair looked the best.

But now I feel that black is also very good, long and straight, like a piece of silk satin when it hangs behind, loosely tied into a bun.

When she looked back just now, her brows were still filled with heat.

But it made him feel as if there had never been so many years between them.

He has already passed the age when he was vigorous and aggressive when he was a teenager, and he will no longer be bloody because of vows to each other—or rather, Hong Jiaodong has never had such feelings for anyone else since he lived until now.He lowered his head slightly, and his slightly longer bangs covered his eyes.

Something shiny was dripping.

When he restrained and closed his eyes tightly, all he could think of at this moment was: she is his "home".

Where she is, is where he lives.

Zhi Xi reckoned that the noodles should have been almost dry, so she squeezed out the seafood sauce and stirred it evenly.

She hadn't cooked for a long time, and she didn't have much talent in this area. She didn't have much confidence in her hand feeling. After thinking about it, she took out a pair of chopsticks from the shelf, picked out a little noodle and tasted it.

"Not bad." She raised her eyebrows, and turned her head with the bowl in her hand, "Jiao Dong, do you want to try it?"

What responded to her was the movement of the young man leaning over. The thin man lowered his head and put his face in front of the bowl, "Yes."

Zhixi's hands trembled, her tongue was slightly tied,

"……beg me."

—Wait, she didn't mean to say that.

However, Hong followed the good advice: "Please."

Not so good.

At night, the moon hangs high, and the brilliance pours on the earth without hesitation. A few inches of moonlight drips on the window lattice, and is shut out of the window by the fireworks in the house, wanting to refuse and welcome.

Hong raised his face slightly, seven years had passed, his facial features had changed slightly, only his eyes were as clear as before.The right eye is dark gray, the left eye is blue, like the most exotic and precious gemstone; the end of the eye has more obvious and clear lines than when he was a teenager, and the eyelashes are long and slender, trembling with the slight movement of the eyeballs - as if it has been a long time , and as if it was just yesterday, Zhi Xi once again looked at this pair of special eyes without any hindrance.

Just like the past two years, every morning he looked at himself in the mirror.

Something "suddenly" appeared, and then disappeared in a flash, like fireworks in the night.Zhi Xi swallowed, suppressed the inexplicable tension in her heart, carefully picked up a few noodles with her right hand, and protruded her wrist forward, "You yourself..."

She wanted to say that you can try the taste with chopsticks yourself, if you don't dislike the pair of chopsticks she used just now.

But he closed his jaw, and grabbed the noodles with her hand.

The light shone down from the top of the head and landed on the top of the young man's skull, creating circles of soft halos.He half-closed his chin like this, raised his face slightly, turned his eyes occasionally, and the ripples spread - but he didn't know it, his lips were slightly parted after swallowing, and he was staring at her fixedly.

After a while, Zhi Xi finally came back to her senses,

"How do you..."

——Why, so cute?