Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

The Xie family's old house is beside Qinghe River. It has been a few years since the juniors got married and started their careers, and moved out one by one. The old house is no longer so lively.

Mr. Xie lived in the old house all these years and refused to move no matter what he said, so even though the two brothers of the Xie family had their own families, they would try their best to go back to the old house to accompany Mr. Xie when they had time.

The old house is a courtyard with white walls and gray tiles, carved lattice windows, three friends of pine, bamboo, plum and winter, rockery and strange rocks, and flowers and branches.As soon as Xie Yan entered the door, he saw his teacher Yu making tea in the yard, as noble and dignified as the people in the paintings.

His father once said with emotion that he hadn't learned a single bit of the old man's painting skills, otherwise he would have done a lot of paintings for Teacher Yu.What Xie Yan thinks now is that Zhao Wumian must look very good standing in this yard. He and Xie Mo and Xie Xu have both learned painting from the old man. Xie Mo and Xie Xu learned fine brushwork. I'm afraid that if I want to draw, I can only draw a bit of Zhao Wumian's resemblance.

He thought again, he might not be in a daze, why did he think of Zhao Wumian everywhere he went?

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?" Yu Hua glanced at him, filtered out the first cup of tea that was newly brewed, and brewed a second cup.

"Mom—" Xie Yan called out politely, "Where's grandpa?"

"Where's the study room." Yu Hua handed him a cup of tea, "How is your time at school?"

"It's the same as before." Xie Yan took a sip of tea, "It's just that the school celebration is about to happen recently, and everyone has no time to spare, just follow along."

Yu Hua said calmly: "I'm busy, I have to take care of my body."

"Hey, Teacher Yu." Xie Yan drank the tea and put the teacup back on the stone table, "I'll go see Grandpa first."

"Still so impatient." Yu Hua scolded with a smile, "Go ahead, go say hello to your grandpa first."

Mr. Xie has been retired for many years, but his body is still strong. He plays Tai Chi in the yard in the morning. People come here especially for the name, and their lives are leisurely and interesting.

The person Xie Yan respects and admires the most in his life is his grandfather.Through the past and present, he has known people and has a unique vision. Mr. Xie has the elegance of a literati, but he does not have the sourness of a scholar. Even when he came out of the closet, he made trouble with his family, and finally compromised and accepted his sexual orientation... ... Thank you too, old man.

His thoughts were a little confused, Xie Yan stood at the door of the study for a while, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door of the study.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The old and steady voice said: "Please come in."

Xie Yan smiled, opened the door and walked in: "Grandpa."

Mr. Xie was writing. When he saw it was him, he put the pen on the edge of the inkstone, took a sip of tea and said, "Why are you free?"

"Of course I will come back when I have time."

What he said was very useful to Mr. Xie, and the teacup was put down. Mr. Xie asked a few homework as usual. Xie Yan was surprisingly patient this time, and he answered everything in fives and tenes. He even took the initiative to chat about the school In preparation for school celebrations.

To achieve the level of Mr. Xie in learning, the major universities in Z city will send invitations for any activities. Of course, Mr. Xie is also invited for the anniversary of Z University. Xie Yan mentioned it to let Mr. Xie write Preparation of speeches.

Mr. Xie nodded to show that he knew, and saw that Xie Yan touched his wrist as if habitual.

He still knows about his grandson's hobbies. Xie Yan would play with the bracelet whenever he was thinking about something or distracted, but he seemed to have forgotten to wear it today.Mr. Xie glanced at him: "What else?"

"There's one more thing..." Xie Yan hesitated, but when the words came to his lips, he became unhappy.

"Did you make your father angry again by going out to fool around?"

Xie Yan: "...No."

Mr. Xie pondered for a moment: "Your mother caught you smoking?"

Xie Yan lightly "coughed", "I came in after smoking outside."

Mr. Xie took another sip of the tea cup, a little puzzled: "Did you offend someone at school?"

The more I guess, the more outrageous it becomes...

Xie Yan recited silently in his heart, "Listen to the speech lightly, don't know the inhuman complaints, be patient and think twice, fight over things, don't know if it's not me, you need to think calmly", I feel that I still have a lot of self-knowledge. After getting deep, he opened his mouth and said, "Grandpa, I'm in love."

The whole study fell into silence, Xie Yan could even hear the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Mr. Xie didn't know what he was thinking, his brows were frowned into a "Sichuan", and the eyes looking at Xie Yan seemed to be ready for rain.

Xie Yan waited for a long time but did not wait for Mr. Xie to speak, so he raised his eyes and looked at the old man. Seeing the solemn expression on his face, he felt a little panicked for no reason.

... Logically speaking, grandpa should be very happy to hear the news of his dating.He also couldn't figure out which link went wrong, and the strings in his mind were still tense, just waiting for the final sentence, but Mr. Xie seemed to torment him on purpose, his sharp eyes flicked back and forth on him, but he didn't Willing to give a happy.

The grandpa and grandson confronted each other silently, Xie Yan's palms were slightly sweaty, and when he heard the old man speak, the teacup was also placed heavily on the table, and there was a bang: "Then why did you come back alone? !"

Xie Yan: "..."

All right, it's my fault for not bringing someone back, but what are you trying to do with the tone of wanting to kick me out of the house right away?

Am I still your grandson?

"Hey, he's going to work today, he's very busy."

Mr. Xie frowned again: "You still go to work on Saturday, what kind of company exploits people like this!"

"City Hospital."

Mr. Xie: "..."

"Oh, doctor..." Mr. Xie asked again, "Which department?"

Xie Yan answered honestly: "Cardiothoracic surgery."

"Cardiothoracic surgery." Mr. Xie stroked the white beard on his chin, and said to himself, "I remember that Xiao Zhou seems to be from the orthopedics department, isn't Qin Rang the dean?"

Xie Yan endured it, but couldn't hold back: "Grandpa! You are not allowed to visit him secretly!"

"And Uncle Zhou is from the Department of Stomatology."

Mr. Xie, who was yelled at by his grandson, let out an aggrieved "Oh", he frowned again, and tapped his temple with his fingers, "Hey, I'm getting older."

"Have you mentioned it to your parents?"

"Didn't I explain this to you as soon as I came back?" Xie Yan scratched his hair, "I haven't had time to tell my parents."

After speaking...

Xie Yan was kicked out of the house after dinner that night.

The reason is...

Yu Hua: "Why don't you go out on weekends when you're in love, what are you doing at home?"

Xie Congyu: "Don't come back without bringing someone with you next time."

Xie Yan: "???"

Being kicked out of the house by his family regardless of family relations, Xie Yan sent a WeChat message to Zhao Wumian on the way.

At that time, Zhao Wumian had just taken a shower and was looking at some medical cases. He didn't even notice the content on the mobile phone screen from the corner of his eye. When he saw the information, Xie Yan had already arrived home.

[Zhao Wumian: No. ]

Xie Yan, who had been tortured for more than three hours, suddenly lost his emotions when he saw the punctuation of each word.

He asked Zhao Wumian if he had any plans for tomorrow, Zhao Wumian said no, so the time is his?

Very good, Xie Yan bent his lips, typed out a line and pressed send.

[Xie Shijian: How about we go to Xiaoxiao's house to eat and drink? ]

Zhao Wumian replied very quickly this time, probably thinking of Xie Yan's promise to Zhu Wan'er last time, so he replied [OK] very readily.

Xie Yan was about to ask some conveniences when a new dialog box popped up.

[Zhao Wumian: I will pick you up at eight o'clock, what do you want for breakfast? ]

Ignoring the early time of [-] o'clock, Xie Yan felt that Zhao Wumian was still very upright and could be taught by a child, so he accepted it unprincipled and replied [Let's drink porridge, I want to eat fish porridge. I’m going to take a shower first], put the phone on the desk, there is absolutely no room for Zhao Wumian to refuse.

It doesn't matter whether he cooks it himself or buys it, anyway, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, if Zhao Wumian doesn't come with porridge, he won't open the door.

He has completely forgotten that he gave Zhao Wumian the key to his house...

……

The next morning Xie Yan woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, turned off the alarm clock and continued to sleep, when he woke up again, he could vaguely smell the aroma of food, which aroused the protest of the biological clock.

He lifted the quilt with sleepy eyes and got up. When he saw the man in the kitchen cooking porridge with a spoon, he felt a little sleepy.

Probably dreaming.

Because he didn't wear glasses, he couldn't see Zhao Wumian's facial features clearly, coupled with the steaming heat, he couldn't see clearly, so he got closer and asked, "When did you come here? "

"Eight o'clock."

Only then did Xie Yan belatedly remember the eight o'clock appointment with Zhao Wumian, but he turned off the alarm clock and fell asleep, not paying attention to the movement at home...

"Why didn't you call me?" He scratched his hair, and the jade badge on his neck swayed with his head tilt.

Zhao Wumian raised his eyelids and glanced at him, as if he wanted to express the meaning of the alarm clock not waking me up, so Xie Yan smiled: "I'll go wash up first."

After washing, he also washed his head and dried his hair. When Xie Yan returned to the living room, Zhao Wumian had already served the porridge. Besides the porridge, there were steamed buns and flower rolls in paper bags with the words Chen Ji printed on them.It's the breakfast he often eats, so Xie Yan laughed: "The breakfast here is delicious."

Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes and said "hmm".

Xie Yan thought it was just a coincidence, so he spared no effort to make Zhao Wumian's breakfast here: "Their home's tofu nao is also delicious."

Zhao Wumian brought him a steamed bun: "It was gone when I went."

"Oh yes, the tofu nao at his house is very pretty, and it will be gone if you go late." Xie Yan bit the small cage and said vaguely, "Pickles are actually delicious, but I don't like sour radishes, I like them Pickled cabbage."

"It's sour radish this morning."

Xie Yan let out an "oh", and then realized that something was wrong, Chen Ji's pickles are given away for free every morning, unless the guests specifically declare not to...

"How do you know I like to eat in this restaurant?"

Zhao Wumian took a sip of the porridge, and after swallowing it, he said, "Zhu Sanyuan told me."

WeChat is a good thing.

Although he was a little surprised that Zhu Sanyuan took the initiative to add him as a friend, the first greeting from the other party, "Hello, Xie Sibao's boyfriend", also made him a little helpless. He's not very good at even getting on good terms with his friends, but... that's not a bad thing either.

At least he can ask Xie Yan about Xie Yan's preferences and living habits from Zhu Sanyuan.

The time they have known each other is too short, and they got together hastily, even a little absurdly, but now that they have started, they have to give it a try.

It is Lei Feng who does good deeds without leaving a name, and it is Zhao Wumian, a fool who is considerate and does not take credit at all.

Xie Yan bent his lower lip: "The first day, the 21st, what's going on that day?"

It's Wednesday, Zhao Wumian should be off work.

Zhao Wumian thought for a while, then shook his head.

Xie Yan lowered his head and drank the porridge, trying not to show his cunning, and only suggested in a light tone: "Let's go back to Qinghe to have a look."

Zhao Wumian was slightly surprised: "You also graduated from Qinghe?"

"Daxian never told you." Xie Yan smiled lowly, "Senior—" He deliberately elongated his tone, and the ambiguity and teasing in his tone could not be suppressed.

Zhao Wumian was taken aback by his call, and then heard his brisk explanation: "Unfortunately, you are three years older than me, otherwise, I should have known you earlier."

Probably it was fate, after going around for a while, I still got to know each other.

Zhao Wumian's tone softened: "Okay."

Dating this kind of thing, it seems, is not so strange.