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The sizzling sound of fried rice came from the small kitchen, He Yu and Xie Xue were sitting at the small greasy dining table.

Xie Xue swept away the haze and smiled relaxedly while waiting for her elder brother to finish the meal.

He Yu also smiled perfunctorily, but rolled his eyes.

The sliding door of the kitchen with the posters was opened, and the familiar smell of rice came out first, then Xie Qingcheng came out, took off his apron, still his shirt was waisted, and his trousers were straight. Although he has a cold temperament, he is a good big brother. Because his parents died early, he is the head of the family and takes care of the younger generation since he was a child, so his cooking skills are very good.

Xie Xue saw her brother rolled up half of his sleeves, carried a tray, and placed it on the small table. tableware.

"It's so fragrant. Brother, you are so handsome! You are so handsome! I love you so much, so fast! I'm starving to death!"

He said to He Yu, "You too."

He Yu has not eaten such fried rice for a long time.

Xie Qingcheng's fried rice is fluffy and golden, with distinct grains of rice - He Yu once observed Xie Qingcheng's fried rice by the stove when he was a child, which is his sister's favorite staple food, and knows that good fried rice needs to be used Overnight rice, neither too wet nor too dry. Before placing the rice in the pot, stir in a large bowl with beaten egg so that each piece of rice is evenly coated with golden brown.

Wait for the hot oil to boil, quickly place two fresh eggs in the pot, break and stir, and quickly pick up. Then add the lard, pour the rice covered with egg liquid into the frying pan and stir fry over high heat.

But this is actually not authentic Yangzhou fried rice. Xie Qingcheng adjusted it according to Xie Xue's taste and never put green beans, but this did not hinder its deliciousness. It is golden-brown, oily and glowing under the lamp, with ham cut into small pieces, as well as tender shrimp, and tender green onions sprinkled on top. The color and taste are very attractive.

He Yu was eating, but he was thinking about it.

He chatted comfortably together, but because he hadn't gotten along with these two people for too long, he was a little bit at a loss, and it became a background board for them to chat without any sense of existence.

The background board was very unhappy, he had to think of a way to present Xie Qing to Zhi.

"Do you want more?"

Wandering around, the fragrant fried rice has been eaten silently to the end, He Yu recovered, and politely said to Xie Qing who was looking at him: "No need."

"Brother, I want more, you can add more to me!"

Xie Qingcheng took Xie Xue's plate, Xie Xue bit his chopsticks and said to He Yu: "My brother's cooking is much better than yours, it's very delicious, you don't have to come here. bowl?"

"Hey! How can you be like this! You hate me!"

"It was you who thought I didn't make it as good as his—"

The two were arguing when Xie Qingcheng's voice came from the kitchen: "Xie Xue, why are you putting buckets of water here?"

"Oh." Xie Xue immediately stopped playing with He Yu, as if the person who was laughing with He Yu was not her, she sat up and said: "The school said that the dormitory will be closed tomorrow. Water, I filled a bucket of water and kept it, but the kitchen is too small, and it will get in the way of putting it elsewhere, so I can only put it on the chest of drawers first."

"What should I do if I push the door so high that it falls off?"

The fool said: "Oh, brother, you don't need to worry, it's fine."

The speaker is unintentional, the listener has a heart, and He Yu, who likes girls with braids, listens to the conversation between the two of them, and his beautiful and pure apricot eyes glanced at the kitchen, and suddenly there was a feeling in his heart. A very bad move...

The three of them had dinner, Xie Qingcheng didn't like cleaning, so He Yu, as a gentle, reliable and excellent boy on the surface, naturally took the initiative to take on the work of washing dishes and pots.

"Want to help?" Xie Xue asked.

"I'll call you later." He Yu smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen, and closed the door.

His smile disappeared as soon as the door closed.

He Yu began to carefully observe the angle. He first moved the bucket of water on the chest of drawers to a position where the door would just knock over.

“Wow—”

The high-end hair dryer that Xie Xuetun bought for half a month's salary was turned into a pile of trash by her unsuspecting Young Master He.

Very good.

He Yu calmly dried the hair dryer and put it back in the cabinet.

The preparatory work is over.

He glanced calmly at the girl who was joking with Xie Qingcheng from the crack of the door, turned around and rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, quietly turned on the faucet, and began to wash Wash the tableware with the agent.

That posture is a good person! One of five good young people!

However, if you do too much bad things, you will always be punished.

Just as He Yu planned and prepared all these actions carefully, just tossed the water off his hands and was about to let the heroine come in to accept this "coincidence" encounter he planned, he suddenly heard Footsteps could be heard outside the kitchen. He Yu immediately turned around and saw a tall and straight man's figure reflected outside the frosted glass.

He Yu's eyes widened, and before he could stop him, he heard Xie Qingcheng say outside: "He Yu, I'll come in and wash my hands."

"Wait—"

As soon as she said half a word, she heard an earth-shattering noise. He Yu deliberately swayed the bucket on the edge of the chest of drawers, and then—

"Crash!"

smashed it down!

Fuck!

Not a **** drop wasted!

He Yu: "…"

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

Xie Xue, who was terrified, stopped in front of Xie Xue's slippers with satisfaction.

Xie Xue watched the whole process outside, and everyone trembled with fright.

Done...

Fuck it, **** it, **** it!

Xie Xue looked at her eldest brother soaked all over, and slowly turned his head to himself, his originally fair face became more jaded under the washing of a large bucket of sweet rain The white eyebrows were dark, and the wet hair was hanging down on his forehead, dripping with water droplets. Drops of water ran through his eyebrows and into his eyes widened in disbelief, and he squinted subconsciously, then came to his senses.

"Xie Xue!"

Xie Xue shuddered, shrinking herself in fear.

Xie Qingcheng shook off the dripping forehead and said angrily, "I said earlier, don't put the bucket on the chest of drawers!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Xie Xue ran in tremblingly, took the mop and the tissue, handed the tissue to her brother, and went to the chest of drawers to rummage through the hairdryer, "Brother, I too I didn't expect it to fall... It's alright to just go in and out... You blow your hair first, don't catch a cold."

He Yu blinked his gentle almond eyes in the back.

Xie Xue pulled Xie Qingcheng to the living room, unknowingly pulled out the scrapped hair dryer that He Yu had drenched with water, connected the electric board, and pressed the switch.

No movement.

"Huh?"

Press again.

Still nothing.

“…”

Press repeatedly.

"...Brother." Xie Xue looked at her brother's gloomy face, almost felt that she was about to die, and trembled, "Blow, the hair dryer seems to be broken..."

Xie Qingcheng glanced at the cold peach blossom eyes: "Is this the hair dryer you told me to buy for 4,000 yuan?"

Xie Xue almost knelt down.

How could she be so unlucky! !

Xie Qingcheng didn't understand why she bought a hair dryer that was more expensive than an ordinary TV, so she scolded her at the time, thanks to her repeated explanation of the machine How good it is and how well it can maintain the hair, the most important thing is that the quality is excellent, and it will not be damaged after 20 years of use.

"I swear, I will use this hair dryer within 20 years! Otherwise, you will cut off my head to offset the IQ tax!"

I don't know what to do, Xie Xue saw He Yu wipe her hands cleanly, and came out of the kitchen like a dog, she had an idea, like seeing the **** of life, she hurriedly greeted He Yu I ran over crying and shouted, "He Yu! Can you do me a favor? My hair dryer is broken! Who would have known such a bad luck! Do you have a change of clothes in your dormitory? Is there a hair dryer? Can you bring my brother over to change it? Thank you, teacher!"

“…”

Being so polite in front of her brother again.

He Yu smiled and cooperated very well: "Mr. Xie, you are too outspoken."

His eyes turned to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng was leaning back on the sofa, his sharp jaw was still dripping water, his casual gray shirt was completely wet, the fabric was close to the skin, and he could be seen faintly The outline of the exposed chest, and the thin waist - at this moment, he is turning his head sideways, squinting his eyes, pursing his thin lips slightly, staring at Xie Xue with a gloomy expression, as if he is preparing to destroy his relatives and destroy this prodigal sister. .

He Yu looked at him and felt a slight headache.

In his original plan, Xie Xue was the one who was drenched and desperate to go back to the dormitory with him to blow his hair.

How come Xie Qingcheng became Xie Qingcheng?

He is a straight man of steel and hates doctors, so Xie Qingcheng is not welcome to come to his bedroom at all.

But there is no way, the boat is done, Xie Qingcheng has been made into such a mess by him, Xie Xuedu has already asked for help, he can only sigh lightly, walk to Xie Qingcheng, To the doctor sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression:

"You're soaking wet, so don't stare, Doctor Xie, go back with me to change a suit? My dormitory is not far from here, only ten minutes away. Let's go."

The male dormitory of the School of Art, Huzhou University is a room for four people. When He Yu brought Xie Qingcheng back, it was dinner time. The roommates went out for food, and there was no one else in the house .

"Wear this set." He Yu took a clean set of underwear from the closet and handed it to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qing showed disgust: "Sports T-shirt?"

"What's wrong?"

What's the matter? This kind of clothes is only worn by boys when they were studying. He wore this kind of style more than ten years ago and twenty years ago. He even wore it before himself. I don't really remember what it looks like in this kind of clothes, and it doesn't suit him at all now.

"You give me a shirt."

"Tsk, I'm so sorry, Doctor Xie, you don't have to choose." He Yu smiled, but now that Xie Xue was gone, he stopped pretending.

His smile suddenly became perfunctory and frivolous like a piece of gauze, his eyes were dark and he didn't feel any sincerity, and his attitude towards Xie Qingcheng was no longer so polite: "I am here. Ah, this is the only one that fits your size, my shirt is too big for you."

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes, his eyes passed through the wet forehead that pierced in front of him, and fell on He Yu's face.

After He Yu wiped off the polite disguise, the joke on the corners of his lips became obvious, and when he met Xie Qingcheng's gaze, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't wear it? If you don't wear it, you have no choice but to went out naked."

“…”

Xie Qingcheng grabbed the change of clothes from his hand and went to the bathroom with a stern face.

He Yu stood outside the bathroom waiting for him to change his clothes, and suddenly felt this scene a little familiar...

Across the frosted glass door, he talked to the man inside: "By the way, Dr. Xie, I suddenly remembered something from the past."

"Do you remember the year I went to your university dormitory—"

"Don't remember, go away."

He Yu smiled. Before he finished speaking, Xie Qingcheng denied it directly. What is the difference between that and a firm admission?

Xie Qingcheng, like him, remembered the old grudge.

Injustice has a head and a debt, and even the clothes are his revenge for Xie Qingcheng after many years.

Thinking about it like this, I'm actually a little happy. After many years, I turned around, maybe this is the feeling?

"Then hurry up." Without Xie Xue, He Yu's tail could hardly be hidden in front of Xie Qingcheng, he smiled and leaned towards the bathroom door, With his arms folded, his voice almost revealed an uncontrollable arrogance, he bent his index finger and tapped on the frosted glass, "We'll go back to find your sister after the change."

A few minutes later, Xie Qingcheng aggressively pushed the door and came out, slammed into He Yu, and even nearly knocked him to the ground.

He Yu was caught off guard, groaned, and bowed to cover his nose.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes indifferently: "Why are you so close."

He Yu was in terrible pain and didn't want to pretend at all: "...Xie Qingcheng, are you unreasonable? You bumped into it yourself."

When his temper came up, he would still call Xie Qingcheng's full name in private.

Xie Qingcheng paused: "Go get an ice pack."

"Where am I going to find ice?" He Yu took his hand away from the red bridge of his nose, rubbed it, barely holding back his anger, but still couldn't help but contradict him, "I see you It's like ice, just put your hand on it and put it on me."

Xie Qingcheng imagined the scene and gave a succinct evaluation with a cold face: "Too gay. I am homophobic."

Said and pushed his chest away, detoured into the dormitory, and looked around.

He Yu was made speechless by him: "What did you say, I didn't mean that, you are more homophobic than you are..."

"Where's the hair dryer?" Xie Qingcheng didn't have to allow the boy to explain. He was too lazy to listen.

“…on the stool.”

Xie Qingcheng plugged in the wiring board and went to blow his hair. He Yu was standing on the balcony, still a little unhappy. He stared at Xie Qingcheng who was blowing his hair from a distance, he really didn’t know Why is such a person Xie Xue's brother?

Xie Xue regarded her brother like a savior, and worshipped him extremely.

He didn't understand where Xie Qingcheng was worthy of worship.

It's just an old man.

But looking at it, He Yu was a little distracted.

He remembered that Xie Qingcheng was a childhood nightmare in his eyes. He was always afraid of him, had to see him, had to be embarrassed in front of him, and lost his manners. Xie Qingcheng had seen him go crazy, and he had been **** with restraints and struggled frantically, yelling at him like a crazy trapped beast. Xie Qingcheng looked at him calmly at that time, approached him under the shadowless lamp, he smelled the cold disinfectant smell, and then the needle pierced the skin...

At that time, he felt that Xie Qingcheng was very high.

It's cold again.

The strength is so strong that it cannot be denied, and a dark cloud looms over him. It seems that he will never be able to escape this nightmare.

He Yu looked down at him-

What happened.

Looking back now, he doesn't seem as scary as before.

Maybe it's because many people leave illusory impressions of things in childhood. Those impressions are formed by the precipitation of the brain over time, but they are not the original. For example, the TV series I watched when I was a child always felt extremely long, but when I looked back, it was only about 20 episodes. Another example is the shepherd dog I was afraid of when I was a child. But only to the knees of adults.

Maybe he has such a psychological difference towards Xie Qingcheng.

His eyes stopped for a long time until Xie Qing became aware of it.

Xie Qingcheng looked back and said coldly, "What are you looking at?"

He Yujing said for a while: "See if my clothes fit you."

“…”

"It's really big." He Yu said, "Xie Qingcheng, I remember you used to be very tall."

Xie Qingcheng said coldly: "I don't think I need to use my height and body shape to show off my strength."

Then he turned around and continued to blow his hair, but his face looked a little ugly before turning his head.

He Yu suddenly realized at this moment that his childhood nightmare was just an ordinary man, even a little thin, and his white T was too big on him, and his neckline was too big. Pale skin can be seen in the depression, like the water flowing from a snow-capped mountain, in the shadow of the clothes.

It's strange, how could I be so afraid of him at that time?

Unconsciously, Xie Qingcheng dried his hair, straight men don't know how to straighten himself. He Yu said: "I'll go first. Return your clothes to you tomorrow."

"No need to return it. I'm not used to wearing clothes that others have worn. Throw it away when you're done wearing it, it's old."

It was all said and done, Xie Qingcheng no longer insisted, and brushed the end of his hair that was still wet, and said, "Well, then I'll go first."

"Aren't you going to Xie Xue's place with me again?"

"I won't go." Xie Qing said, "There are other things at night."

"Write a paper?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't have the social habit of concealing his private affairs, or maybe he didn't care, so he put on his watch, fastened the buckle, and glanced at He Yu: "Blind date."

He Yu, who was just casually chatting with him, heard the words, but he didn't react at first, he was still absent-minded, and even secretly glad that Xie Qingcheng finally left wisely, but after a few seconds, the two The word finally ran out of his ears and completed the reflex arc that could go around the earth, and reached the end of his brain.

He Yu was slightly surprised, turned around suddenly, and widened her almond eyes.

Isn't Xie Qingcheng married?

Why do you still have a blind date?

Why didn't Xie Xue mention it to him?

Numerous thoughts came up, He Yu blinked, grasping a thread from the chaotic thoughts.

He looked at Xie Qingcheng whose half face was in the shadow of light and was indifferent, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Are you... divorced?"

The author has something to say:

Small Theater:

Xie Xue: He Yu, let's play a game, let's tell a lie. I'll come first, I don't like fried rice.

He Yu: I like men.

At this time, Dr. Xie passed by indifferently and heard He Yu's speech. He gave a very disgusted look and walked away.

He felt that He Yu's red lips and white teeth were quite gay, as expected.

Damn, straight men can't accept homosexuality.