The impure milk was left out.

Xie Qingcheng ordered two buns, one meat bun and one vegetable bun.

He Yu doesn't like meat buns, and thinks that the meat is too greasy, so give him vegetable buns, he also feels that the leaves of vegetables are not washed carefully, and that attitude is like the concubine of the old society. similar. With a cold face at the end, Big Brother Xie opened the refrigerator and finally pulled out a bag of wontons from the refrigerator.

Brother Xie asked Aunt He: "The last bag made by the neighbor next door is pure natural and pollution-free. That's all, do you want to eat it?"

Aunt He glanced at her eldest brother's eyes and identified that the patience of the man in charge had reached a critical point.

After all, he is here to relax, and it is not good for him to really annoy Xie Qingcheng.

Therefore, He Yu smiled, and the beautiful and handsome face looked a little restrained-although it was pretending.

"I'll trouble you then."

The next scene is a magical reality in the volunteer world.

Doctor Xie, the lonely and widowed old man who was being consoled, had a gloomy face, pursed his thin lips, and held a wooden spoon in front of the induction cooker to watch the water in the pot boil.

The college student volunteer who came to condolence, He Yu, consciously stood as far away from Xie Qing as possible in a straight line. The gentleman was far away from the kitchen, so he looked at the room calmly and calmly.

When He Yu was in junior high school, he followed Xie Xue several times. At that time, Li Rouqiu was still there, and there were wedding photos of Xie Qingcheng and her in the room.

The photo is now gone.

But it seems that it is not only the photos of Li Rouqiu, there are several places where the old photos have been removed obviously earlier, you can't see it if you don't look carefully, He Yu feels that these photos may have been taken when he came to junior high school Not anymore, but at that time his attention was all on Xie Xue, and he didn't pay too much attention.

"Do you want vinegar?" Xie Qingcheng asked him.

"Yes." He Yu said, "I will add it myself."

The house is very quiet, through the wall, I can hear the small movements of the neighbors living in Moyu Lane. People in the world are like cells in the body. The operating time is scattered, the metabolism cycle of cells is different, and people live in their own rhythms. When the owner was washing dishes and chopsticks, the sound of the fire on the stove in the West family had just sounded.

He Yu leaned against the window lattice and saw a chameleon climb over the window sill.

He stretched out his hand, and the chameleon was not afraid of him, so he touched its head.

But Xie Xue likes furry, warm-blooded pets the most, and what she fears most is worms, snakes and spiders.

If Xie Xue saw this chameleon, she would be horrified and scream and drive it away again and again.

He Yu touched the chameleon's head, and the chameleon narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

He Yu thought, maybe he and Xie Xue are so different in some ways that she doesn't like him, but likes Wei Dongheng.

Now he is standing here, standing in the place where Xie Xue spent her childhood and teenage years, the breath of life that could have comforted his mood and belonged to her has now become a lush thorn.

The roots penetrate deep into the soil, and the branches pierce the sky.

He Yu felt uncomfortable, so he whispered goodbye to Chameleon and walked away from Xie Xue's windowsill.

When Xie Qingcheng finished filling the wontons, when he turned around, he found that college student volunteer He Yu had been lying on the edge of his bed for some time, and covered his face with a pillow.

Xie Qingcheng: "...what are you doing. If you don't have a bath, just lie on my bed."

He Yu didn't speak, she still covered her face with a pillow, and hid herself like a chameleon.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Are you still silent?"

“…”

"If you don't move, I will treat you as suffocated and call the morgue to carry you."

After a few seconds of silence, probably to avoid the bad luck of entering the mortuary, He Yu finally raised his hand and pulled the pillow off a little, revealing half of his face, with almond eyes looking at Xie Qing from behind the pillow Cheng, with a disgusted expression: "The tobacco on your bed smells so bad."

Xie Qing put the bowl down: "Don't rely on the smell of smoke, get up to eat, go back early after eating, I want to rest."

"The last time I came to your house the smell of tobacco was not that strong."

"How long ago was that."

He Yuxiang.

Who, when Li Rouqiu was there, Xie Qingcheng didn't smoke.

He Yu was lying on Xie Qingcheng's bed, looking at Xie Qingcheng's indifferent profile, he couldn't help but get up When he first came to his house, Li Rouqiu smiled and helped him prepare snacks Tea, when he was sitting and waiting, he accidentally caught a glimpse of this large bed with a gauze curtain half-covered. At that time, he felt very strange, because he couldn't imagine Xie Qingcheng sleeping with a woman. .

Xie Qing frowned: "What are you thinking about?"

He Yu said: "I'm thinking about life."

“…”

"Brother Xie, you didn't go on a blind date anymore?"

"I have no plans to remarry."

"You're only in your thirties..." He Yu said slowly, "Aren't you alone?"

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him indifferently: "Your inquiry scope is really wide, Doctor Pacific."

He Yu smiled.

It is estimated that Xie Qingchen was cold.

"Wontons or not? I'll fall."

He Yu was hungry after all, so he finally got up and sat down at the small table as Xie Qingcheng said.

The chair that Xie Qing presented to him was the one that Xie Xue used when he was a child. It was small and short. He Yu's height of 189cm was very awkward to sit on. Xie Qingcheng threw him another bottle of vinegar, gave the child a spoon, and finally added coldly, "Would you like a bib?"

Bar?"

“…”

"Here." Then he handed the silver spoon back to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qing had a cold face: "Go and eat by yourself."

However, the wonton was a little hot. He Yu wanted to cool it down a little, so he picked up the phone and played it for a while.

Xie Qingcheng's fatherly nature can't be controlled: "You eat as soon as you eat, and play any game."

He Yu didn't lift his head, his fingers fluttered: "This is not a game."

Xie Qingcheng looked down at his screen, it was not a game, it seemed to be a bunch of fast-running codes.

"What."

"Practice your hands, hacker instructions."

"Don't you all use computers?"

"I set it up myself, and I can also operate it on my mobile phone on the computer." He Yu said lightly.

Xie Qingcheng is not very interested in this kind of thing, and he doesn't know much about it, but he probably knows He Yu's level, which should be a very powerful one. However, He Yu only regarded attacking other people's firewalls as a game that required concentration and concentration, and had never done anything messy.

"Two minutes."

He Yu finally clicked the confirmation button, the data was frozen on the breakthrough interface of a well-known website, he raised his hand and looked at the watch.

"The speed is okay this time, maybe I'm in a hurry to eat wontons." He smiled and closed the page again. He just wanted to play with the other party's firewall, and had no interest in the data inside Like a eccentric thief who only likes to open various high-level locks, but does not bother to steal after the lock is opened.

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

He Yu put down his phone, the temperature of the wonton was just right, he lowered his head and started to eat his wonton slowly.

Handmade wontons are hard to buy outside. He Yu quietly ate the whole bowl of water, feeling still unfinished, looking back at Xie Qingcheng.

"Look at me? I don't have a code on my face."

"Another bowl."

"You should open the lid and get a prize, and have another bowl. The neighbor next door packed it for me. You just ate the last bag.

"Will you do it?"

"..." Xie Qingcheng smoked a cigarette and took it, vaguely, "I won't cook it for you."

Speaking, he polished the lighter, bit the filter slightly sideways, and lit the cigarette.

He Yu frowned deeply: "Xie Qingcheng, when did you become addicted to smoking, so heavy. Can you stop smoking, in such a small room, you have made you smokey Yes, I can't breathe."

"This is your home and my home?" Xie Qingcheng took a breath, exhaled unceremoniously in the direction of He Yu, then looked at him in the light blue haze, "You eat I cooked ravioli, sat on my chair, lay on my bed, covered my pillow, and asked me from five or six people here. You can't breathe, go back, your villa is very green , the air must be fresh. The door is over there."

"..." He Yu had nothing to say.

Xie Qingcheng brushed off the ash: "Will you go?"

“…”

"Don't go, remember to wash the dishes. You are very polite at other people's houses, don't do any work at my place."

“…”

Wash and wash.

Young master is someone who has been abroad, and it is not that he cannot wash dishes.

With the sound of water flowing, Xie Qingcheng leaned against the window lattice and finished smoking a whole cigarette.

He looked at how He Yu was washing dishes and chopsticks in front of the sink. The young man did not have bangs, and his forehead was very refreshing. At this time, because he was washing dishes with his head down, there was a little broken hair hanging down on his forehead. The young man's skin was tight, and even if the light was so dim, the side face still seemed to emit a soft light.

People are smart.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him and thought.

If such a student does not have a mental illness, he should be victorious in every battle. He wants any girl, and he doesn't know what kind of girl it is, so he doesn't look down on him.

"Your bridle should be replaced, and the water outlet is too small."

Xie Qingcheng: "We don't come back now, so we're too lazy to change."

Young master doesn't think anything in this regard, he said, "Then next time I will ask Lao Zhao to find someone to replace it for you. And the lights in your room..."

"What's wrong with the lamp." Xie Qingcheng didn't have a good face.

"The lights are too dim, making it look like a haunted house. If it goes darker, you won't be able to see who is standing in the room."

He sneered: "It doesn't seem like your house."

"Besides, who can confuse people without eyes, it's you, He Yu."

“…”

As soon as he said this, He Yu couldn't catch up.

The fact that Xie Qingcheng was kissed as a woman in the Hangzhou hotel, and was kissed from the table to the bed, was indeed an unacceptable fact for He Yu.

He Yu lowered his voice: "Didn't you talk about this..."

Xie Qingcheng rolled his eyes: "You think I'm willing to mention it. I can't stop your mouth."

I was embarrassed when there was a knock on the door.

In order to get rid of this embarrassment, Aunt He cleared her throat too much, and at this moment, she was squeezed out of some arrogance: "I'll open the door."

"Hello, SF Express, is this Mr. Xie's house?"

He Yu opened the door.

A little brother wiped his sweat outside: "Well, Mr. Xie, right? You placed an appointment today, saying that you have something to send, and you want me to come pick it up."

He Yu turned around and said politely, "Mr. Xie, SF Express is here to pick up the package."

"..." Xie Qingcheng remembered, took a cardboard box from the things he brought with him and walked over, "Yes, I have something to send."

"For daily necessities, send them to Suzhou City. Please take a look at the reservation form."

"No problem!"

The courier confirmed that it was correct, and was about to cover it for outer packaging, when He Yu stood beside him with his arms crossed, and suddenly felt that something was not right.

"Wait a minute." He stopped the courier from sealing the box, took the carton, and took out the clothes inside to take a look.

It will be silent for a moment.

He Yu, who had a short mouth from his relatives just now, slowly turned around with his clothes in hand, with a gloomy aura: "Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qing's expression remained unchanged: "What?"

He Yu: "...You sold the T-shirt I borrowed from you and hung it with salted fish?"

"You said no, your clothes are second-hand and 5,000 yuan are robbed, I can only keep them as rags." Xie Qingcheng calmly admitted, "What's the problem."

"What's the problem. I have a mental cleanliness, don't you know? The things I've used are ruined and I don't want to give them to people I don't know."

Xie Qingcheng said indifferently: "You are a kind of concurrent mental illness. Exactly, get over it."

As he spoke, he grabbed the carton and put it into the hands of the overwhelmed courier: "Send it, the buyer said that it will be sent on delivery."

"Xie Qingcheng!"

The courier hesitated and looked left and right: "Then... Is this sending or not?"

Auntie: "No."

Master: "Send."

The courier wiped his sweat: "…Would you like to discuss it with the two of you?"

"There is no need to discuss." Xie Qingcheng's authoritarianism appeared again, "I will send it when I say it."

After he finished speaking, he glared at the courier: "Hurry up, my order."

Few people could catch Xie Qingcheng's eye knife, and the courier kept making promises, and quickly ran away after finishing the order.

Leave behind He Yu, who has a cloudy face because of the sale of his personal belongings, and Xie Qingcheng, who is in a better mood because he earned 5,000 yuan.

"Aren't you upset? Let's go, I'll treat you to supper."

He Yu stood for a while, unable to bear it any longer, with a stern face, he picked up the one-shoulder schoolbag that had been thrown on the bed, knocked Xie Qing away with his shoulders, and walked out without turning his head.

"You can eat it yourself!" He gritted his teeth, "Don't blink and eat up the five thousand dollars you made from selling my clothes. Save it! If you don't have enough, call me. Delivered to your door to feed you!"

Having left a few words, the young man left Xie Qingcheng's house with his schoolbag on his back.

The driver had been waiting outside the alley for a long time, and He Yu stepped into the car with his long legs and a short body, and asked the driver to close the window completely without looking at the lively world outside the window. .

Driver: "Master, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"No need." He Yu leaned back on the seat with a dark face, "I don't want to see anyone in a white coat today."

The phone vibrated, and the man in the white coat sent him a message:

"Come to my office next Monday."

He Shao pulled his face and turned off the phone.