Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

What Zhao Wumian wanted to ask, Xie Yan's phone vibrated first, and the caller showed Shen Daxian'er, Xie Yan raised his left hand to get the phone, Zhao Wumian picked it up first, and pressed the speakerphone.

"Where are you?"

"Hospital." It was Zhao Wumian who answered, Xie Yan obediently kept silent, and let him play.

"Wumian?" Shen Xian was surprised when he heard Zhao Wumian's voice, "Why... is Xie Yan alright?"

"It's okay." Zhao Wumian glanced at the medicine slowly dripping down the infusion tube, and added, "He's infusion."

Shen Xian: "..." Is this all right?

"Cough... I can't die." Zhao Wumian's words were too worrying, Xie Yan couldn't hold back and opened his mouth, "After washing the stomach, I'm fine."

He asked again: "How are you handling it?"

"It's over." Shen Xian felt relieved after hearing Xie Yan's voice, "Let me tell you how you got into trouble with Song Xiao."

It's not a glorious thing either.

Xie Yan thought he was unlucky, and said slowly: "Last time I took a side road and ran into him fighting in the field."

"It's in the woods on the road behind the East Street." Xie Yan said in a hoarse voice, speaking in a slow and intermittent manner, "I hid until they were done, but Song Xiao's eyes were too poisonous, and he recognized me Out."

Shen Xian couldn't help complaining: "That's all?"

"He probably felt ashamed." Xie Yan glanced at Zhao Wumian, then lowered his tone, "I want to have sex with me."

"The result was given to you?"

"I'm not so fucking hungry." He also did this very wickedly, and he felt a little guilty, "I tied him up and locked him in the hotel, and gave away the room card. I don't know who locked him up later. gone."

Shen Xian: "..."

This beam is considered to be big...

After hanging up the phone, the atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward.Zhao Wumian didn't seem to notice his uneasiness, and sat beside him without saying a word, watching his infusion.

The temperature of the hot water bottle stuffed under his hands was just right, Xie Yan was a little sleepy, and fell asleep after squinting his eyes for a while.

He didn't sleep very well either, he woke up and fell asleep in a daze, and fell asleep and woke up again.He also woke up for a while when taking the needle. Zhao Wumian's movements were actually very light, but the cotton swab pressed on the back of his hand to stop the bleeding took a little force. He also checked the time. It was past two o'clock in the morning when he heard Zhao Wumian asking him Whether to go home or sleep in the hospital.

Of course it's home.

He answered vaguely, and couldn't remember what he said, and when he woke up, it was already past ten o'clock the next morning.Probably the aftereffect of a hangover, he had a headache so bad that he wanted to hit the wall, his memory after the stomach wash was blank, and he couldn't even remember where he was.

He didn't take out his contact lenses all night, his eyes were so astringent, he rubbed his eyes to let the physiological tears moisten his eye sockets, and then he took a serious look around, the unfamiliar environment, simple decoration, his eyes fell on the neatly folded white shirt beside the pillow Come on, pause.

This is... Zhao Wumian's house?

Xie Yan, who was dressed in wrinkled clothes, also had messy hair, probably because he hadn't woken up much, he looked a little slumped, with light blue stubble on his chin, and his eyes were still red. It was full of water vapor, and the whole person stood there in a daze, like a little girl who found out that she had lost her virginity after a hangover.

This is what Zhao Wumian saw when he knocked on the door with hot porridge. He put the porridge on the bedside table, pinched Xie Yan's chin and looked at it for a moment: "Why are you crying?"

Helpless, pampered?Xie Yan blinked, not sure what he saw in Zhao Wumian's eyes.Shaking his head, pretending to avoid Zhao Wumian's hand inadvertently, he smiled: "I didn't cry, it's because of the contact lens."

Zhao Wumian touched the corner of his eyes: "Wait for me."

Zhao Wumian came in after going out, with an extra bottle of eye drops in his hand.When he approached, he didn't mean to hand Xie Yan the eye drops, but instead lifted Xie Yan's chin to make him look up.

Xie Yan, who had been in a state of confusion since waking up in the morning, suddenly calmed down. He obediently leaned back and asked Zhao Wumian to drip eye drops for him.

He didn't know what kind of medicine Zhao Wumian brought, but he believed in his heart that Zhao Wumian would not harm him, and it was rare for him to be tenderly approached by Zhao Wumian, only a fool would push someone away.

The medicine dripped into his eyelids, and he couldn't help blinking.Zhao Wumian dripped the other side again, still holding his eyelids, and blew lightly into his pupils, as if to help him adjust the contact lens with the lubricity of the potion.

Zhao Wumian seemed to have washed his hands on purpose, his fingertips were still a little wet and cool, Xie Yan didn't know if the contact lenses were blown or not, he just felt his eyes were itchy and his heart was itching.

He even felt that Zhao Wumian was flirting with him on purpose.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to hook Zhao Wumian's neck, raised his head and kissed it.

Very light mint flavored toothpaste, fresh and slightly sweet.

Xie Yan licked his lower lip, and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Zhao Wumian said lightly, "Are you still drunk?"

"I can't wake up anymore." Xie Yan stared at his heaving chest, knowing that he was not as calm as he appeared, he laughed loudly, "Doctor Zhao is much more mellow than wine."

Thinking of what happened last night, Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes: "Why help me?"

That glass of wine was supposed to be his drink.

Even if he drank, Song Xiao might not be able to figure him out.

"No reason." Xie Yan picked up the porridge on the bedside, scooped a spoonful, and blew on the hot air, "Can I like you?"

Zhao Wumian was a little puzzled: "Why do you like me?"

He is such a boring person, why does Xie Yan like him?

Xie Yan drank the porridge with relish, and the hot porridge slid down the intestines. The torment during gastric lavage yesterday became a foreshadowing of all the hardships. He suddenly understood why Zhu Waner turned against him so quickly, because his My heart also betrayed before such a bowl of hot porridge.

Really nothing.

"No reason, I just like you."

He lowered his head to drink the porridge, was silent for a while, and asked back, "You carried me to the hospital last night?" He vaguely remembered that someone carried him all the way when he got out of the car.

Zhao Wumian let out a "hmm", and Xie Yan asked again: "Why did you take me home?"

"You said the hospital beds were too hard."

"Then change the question." Xie Yan glanced at him with a smile, "Are you so kind to all patients?"

So good that I don't like other people's touch and I have to endure sending people to the hospital, so good that I arrange all kinds of affairs before and after the saddle, so good that I take the fluid back to my home after the infusion, so good that I think about it after gastric lavage Stomach discomfort, make porridge and serve it yourself...

He still remembered the hands that patted his back lightly when he vomited in the car, and he also remembered the broad and stable shoulders on his back.

If he was really just an ordinary patient, would Zhao Wumian treat him so well?

Zhao Wumian didn't answer, Xie Yan didn't press the question, he finished the remaining mouthfuls of porridge slowly, put the empty bowl on the bedside table, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, put his backhand on the bed, and pressed , said something to himself: "Your bed is quite soft."

Zhao Wumian ignored him, just picked up the empty bowl, turned around and left the room.

Xie Yan lay back on the bed and rolled around, trying hard to recall what happened last night, for example... Where did Zhao Wumian sleep?In vain, he could only dally get up to wash up.

Xie Yan was a little overjoyed when he saw himself in the mirror who was so filthy that he couldn't bear to look directly at him.He just slept in Zhao Wumian's bed all night like this?As soon as he left, Zhao Wumian would pack all the things on the bed and throw them away.

Maybe I have to do a big cleaning of the house.

He glanced around the things on the sink in the bathroom, even opened the cabinet to look, and made sure that all the toiletries and daily necessities were single-serve men's products, the corners of Xie Yan's mouth curled up even wider.

Very good, it looks like a single man who lives alone all year round.

Xie Yan washed his face and calmed himself down, then walked slowly to the living room.

Zhao Wumian's house was arranged in a relatively homely way. He went around and roughly figured out the layout of one bedroom and one living room.

The living room is very big, and the sight falls on the folded blankets beside the sofa, as well as the folded pajamas. It seems that Zhao Wumian slept on the sofa last night... The living room and the study are half-walled by a row of bookshelves Separated, the bookshelf is in the middle, and there are passages on both sides.The back of the bookshelf is the TV wall, and the other side is filled with various books. Then there are bookshelves on both sides of the wall, which looks a little empty. The desk is placed by the window, with good lighting and a human body mold. At first glance, it looks like a real person. like.

The kitchen is on the right side of the living room. The area is not too big, but there are quite a lot of things. There is no dining table, only a small horizontal table used to separate the kitchen and the living room. It is a bit like the design of the bar counter, which saves space.

Xie Yan was more interested in the study room, so he walked around to the bookshelf.His eyes fell on the photo frame on the desk, and he helped it up.

In the photo, the boy standing next to the chair has bright eyes and looks like he is only at the age of middle school. It is the kind of photo that is set in a photo studio in a proper manner. The lady sitting on the chair with a dignified posture has short hair, which is pinned with a hairpin. Behind the ears, she didn't have any ornaments on her body, but she was still gentle and pleasant.

Xie Yan couldn't help but look twice more, and compared the eyebrows and eyes of the two.

Zhao Wumian walked over with water, Xie Yan heard the sound, and looked back at him: "Your mother is very beautiful."

He still remembered when Zhao Wumian mentioned the tenderness in his mother's eyes when they met for the first time, he thought that the relationship between Zhao Wumian and his mother should be very good.

Zhao Wumian covered the back of his hand and put the photo frame back on the table, saying "thank you".

Looking at Xie Yan's amber eyes, he continued in an unnatural tone: "My mother has passed away."

Xie Yan was taken aback for a moment, and only said "sorry" in a daze, not knowing what to say.

After the words came out, Zhao Wumian felt relieved. He didn't know why he brought up such a topic on his own initiative, but the current relationship between him and Xie Yan was constantly being cut and messed up. If Xie Yan would know about these things sooner or later, then why not He said it himself.

Xie Yan didn't hide anything from him, and he wanted to tell him everything about himself, without reservation.

I thought it would be difficult, but it seems that it is not that difficult.

The two people who had their own concerns fell silent. After a moment of silence, Xie Yan suddenly said "Hey", he seemed to be probing, but also asked casually: "If we are like this, do we see our parents? "

The effect of gags is always immediate, Xie Yan saw Zhao Wumian frowned and knew that he was going to say something disappointing again, so he gave a soft "cough" before he could speak, as if clearing his throat: "No just kidding."

"Do you want to try dating me?"

The author has something to say:

Xie Yan: "Would you like to date me?"

Zhao Wumian: "..."

Professor Xie!This question is beyond the outline! ! !