I quietly watch you play

Jiang Xiaoqi is a person who usually hides his weaknesses and wounds, and feels that comfort and sympathy are useless, so he will not say anything that can relieve Zhou Wei's pain, even if he wants to.

Zhou Wei was wrapped in his coat quietly nestling beside him, buried under the nose in the stand-up collar, and even hid his hands in the sleeves, refusing to show them.

This man sometimes frizzes like a hedgehog, but if someone reaches out to soothe them, the sharp edges of his bravado are actually soft, like the touch of a kitten at home.

Jiang Xiaoqi drove steadily, and only glanced at Zhou Wei when he was waiting for a red light or in a traffic jam. The light in his eyes was like a cold moon floating on a silent lake, and he didn't move for a long time.

After a little bit of recovery, Zhou Wei's first move was to search for cigarettes in his pocket, but he didn't find it without any surprise.

In fact, it’s not because Jiang Xiaoqi doesn’t have any cigarettes in his pocket, but because this guy can’t even smoke after he ran out of food for his family. The era of electronic payment also has its disadvantages, that is, it is difficult to find the windfall that was once forgotten in the corner. , so he is really very poor now.

Jiang Xiaoqi watched his whole set of unproductive actions in the corner of his eye, and then turned back and opened the storage box. Next to the cigarette lighter, there was only a pack of light cigarettes, which was the white soft pack that Zhou Wei often smoked.

Zhou Wei picked it up and took out one, pressed the cigarette lighter, and then came back to his senses and asked, "This, your new car?"

"Well, it's okay." Jiang Xiaoqi successfully got the inquiry in his words, some people love cars like their lives, and refuse to smoke.But there are always exceptions to everything.

Zhou Wei leaned back in the armchair, took a deep breath, and squinted at the sign in the middle of the steering wheel: "Volvo? How can I buy this?"

Look, the guy who was relying on borrowing cigarettes just now despises middle-class brands in a second thought.Jiang Xiaoqi ignored him.

The car drove directly back to Dan University and parked under the apartment building.

Zhou Wei got off the car and walked towards the Gaogan Building.

"Hey!"

Zhou Wei turned his head and squinted his eyes in the beam of headlights.

"Oh." Zhou Wei began to unbutton the buttons, he was still wearing Jiang Xiaoqi's coat.

Jiang Xiaoqi also got out of the car, pinched his unbuttoned skirts together, and scolded him for being an idiot with the creases between his brows: "Go up."

"I wanted to treat you to a teacher appreciation banquet..."

The two entered the room one after another, and there was a slight scratching sound from the storage box next to the heater, Jiang Xiaoqi resolutely left his mentor and went to the kitchen to make milk for the kitten.

Zhou Wei went into the bathroom to wash his face, and when he came out, his chin was still dripping with water, he heard Jiang Xiaoqi shaking the bottle and calling softly: "Xiao Wei, it's time for dinner—"

weekend:"……"

Zhou Wei leaned over and squatted down, scratching the kitten's stomach: "Xiaoqi—"

"No meow~"

"You see it agreed, it knows its name." Zhou Wei said seriously.

"Xiao Wei, do you want to drink milk?"

"No meow~"

weekend:"……"

Let the kitten build up a conditioned reflex to his own name, which is definitely Jiang Xiaoqi's advantage over him. After all, the cat is here with him. As the saying goes, it is better to raise a cat than to raise it... Seems like something is wrong?

The living room hadn't turned on the light, and the sky had already faded. Jiang Xiaoqi touched a remote control and pressed it, and the wall opposite the sofa slowly burst into red light.

Zhou Wei turned his head in surprise. He didn't notice that there was an electric fireplace there just now. The simulated flames jumped on the charred charcoal, and the visual effect was very realistic.

The warm air wrapped around him, dispelling the last trace of chill in the bone crevices.

Zhou Wei didn't expect that Jiang Xiaoqi would actually buy a fireplace and put it there when he made a random nonsense suggestion, after all, the heating in his apartment is not bad.

As if it didn't matter so much what the cat's name was now.

Jiang Xiaoqi sat cross-legged on the carpet, flipped the kitten with his big hands so that it was on its back, and then stuffed the pacifier into the kitten's mouth. The four paws that were kicking around finally calmed down, and he grabbed the bottle and sucked hard.

Zhou Wei leaned over, pinched the kitten's foot and shook it, the kitten kicked him away, and continued to lie in Jiang Xiaoqi's hands to drink milk.

"Humans drink milk like this. Cats should lie on their stomachs and then raise their heads..." Zhou Wei might feel that he didn't understand clearly enough, so he made a gesture of kneeling on his hands and knees to explain himself.

Jiang Xiaoqi pulled the baby bottle out of the cat's mouth, gestured towards him, was slapped away angrily by Zhou Wei, and then stuffed it back into the mouth of the ferocious milk cat.

Jiang Xiaoqi raised the corners of his mouth, and the posture of feeding the cat with his head down showed a rare gentleness.

It wasn't until the kitten drank all the milk that Jiang Xiaoqi threw it into Zhou Wei's arms, and went into the kitchen to cook by himself, hiccupping, that was nothing.

"Xiao Qi..." Zhou Wei took the time to brainwash it: "Your name is Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi..."

There was a stabbing sound, and the corners of Jiang Xiaoqi's lips raised again.

As if it didn't matter so much what the cat's name was now.

"This broccoli, why is it fried with bamboo shoots? Healthy match?" Zhou Wei picked up a green vegetable to explore more than appetite.

Jiang Xiaoqi looked up from the rice: "That's not a bamboo shoot, it's the stem of broccoli. When my mother is used to cooking, she peels off the outer hard skin and eats the inside."

Zhou Wei tried not to show any disrespectful surprise. Jiang Zhen undoubtedly did this because of his financial constraints, but he wanted to ensure that his son had enough nutrition as much as possible, so he made full use of it.

He didn't recognize it, because the servants of the Zhou family always only cut off a section of the corolla for food, and even cut off the small handle as much as possible.

"When I was in high school, I was able to eat very well. It seemed that I couldn't get enough. My mother chose to buy vegetables when the supermarket was about to close. At that time, there were often buy one get one free green vegetables and discounted fresh meat and eggs. It was too much to go to restaurants to improve. It was expensive, so she went to the bookstore and copied the recipes and came back to learn how to cook... Later, she was not in good health, and cooking became my job."

"It's not like learning, it seems to make you hard to swallow."

"No, no." Zhou Wei quickly picked up a stalk of broccoli and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, then worked hard to grill the rice.

Jiang Xiaoqi has already found the key to deal with him, with such a soft heart, he will generously buy it even if it is a little miserable.

Zhou Wei ate and drank enough, and his emotions were soothed by the warm body and the fed stomach. He hugged Xiaoqi and leaned up on the sofa to digest, sometimes holding the cat up high, and sometimes sticking to his cheeks for kisses.

Xiaoqi is also a thrill-seeker, he can still dance with wolves after screaming again and again, lying obediently in front of him to enjoy a full-body massage.

Jiang Xiaoqi sat next to the sofa, very close to Zhou Wei's fluffy head, his attention was always focused on the outside of his right leg, and he simply crossed his thighs and posed in a seemingly relaxed posture.

Zhou Wei was teasing the cat, lying sideways on the sofa, with the kitten close to his face, the two of them were communicating in cat language for some reason.

Maybe Zhou Wei is not very good at this foreign language, after meowing, raising his paw to Xiao Qi is just a slap.

He yelled a few times like a leopard, but it didn't achieve the deterrent effect, and he slapped Xiaoqi's face cowardly, as if he had stepped on the left cheek and stepped on the right cheek.

Jiang Xiaoqi stretched out his hand and pulled the cat off his head, his eyes slanted down: "Are you raising your brother as a cat?"

Zhou Wei was sleepy, and touched the slightly swollen left cheek: "It's me who said nothing, it's his... the first time..." I couldn't say the word hands, it was so sad.

"There are only zero and countless times to do this kind of thing." Jiang Xiaoqi didn't give him a retreat, but also wiped away his excuses: "He has no choice but to speak?"

It seems that this guy heard the whole set, and Zhou Wei was completely autistic, and huddled with the cat.

"Next time you fight back yourself." Jiang Xiaoqi was like a bad father who encouraged children to fight back others' malice.

Zhou Wei supported her arms and raised her head: "You... didn't use too much force, did you?"

"Yes, at least he didn't see blood, so it won't be so next time—"

Zhou Wei piled it back sluggishly: "It's not necessary...he is still protected by the law on the protection of minors, right...you can't do it..."

"It's worth it." Jiang Xiaoqi affirmed: "Your grandfather entrusted you to my care, and I will be your guardian."

"Oh." Zhou Wei raised his hand to pull Jiang Xiaoqi's thigh, and pulled the leg that was on the other side over to pillow under his head: "Excuse me, Mr. Guardian, don't be so stingy——"

Jiang Xiaoqi seemed to have been pressed the mute button, his right leg was stiff like a prosthetic, his muscles were tense, and he wondered if Zhou Wei would feel cramped.

Although this kind of gesture seemed unusually intimate to him, it was just a normal contact between good friends to Zhou Wei, as if he and Pei Qin...

So, at least in his heart, he is at the same distance as Pei Qin, a friend who has played with him since he was a child. Pei Qin has used it for 20 years, but he only used it for two months?

"Xiao Lei used to be very clingy to me, really like a kitten...but sooner or later he will show him what kind of person I am, and sooner or later he will be disappointed..."

Zhou Wei hugged Xiao Qi who was dozing off, just like guarding his younger brother who was extremely tired and sleeping. He still clearly remembered that Zhou Lei envied him when he was a child for being able to draw the glowing eyes of Wukong in Dragon Ball, and said loudly, brother, you are so good!Then let Zhou Wei add a few finishing touches to his picture book assignments every time, to ensure that his assignments can be selected to hang on the display wall.

He used to be the pride of his younger brother, but now, his younger brother asked him, why aren't you Pei Chuan?

"Perhaps I've misunderstood it all along. Xiao Lei also wants to live a free life..." He didn't want to inherit the Peony City as Ji Qing hoped and he thought. This misunderstanding made him painful.

Jiang Xiaoqi had nowhere to place his right hand, he suppressed the urge to rub Zhou Wei's hair several times.

"If Zhou Lei likes painting like you, what would you do? Do you think he is mud, waste, and not doing his job properly?"

Jiang Xiaoqi turned on the screen saver of his mobile phone, and it turned out to be the drawing of galloping horses that Zhou Wei gave him.

"Wei Zhou, you are a genius. I have never seen a person who can use oil paint to paint such a dense texture of ink on canvas. You are a genius!"

"If you believe me, try hard, no one wants you to throw watermelon to pick sesame seeds, you can have both watermelon and sesame seeds, because you deserve all the best—"

Zhou Wei didn't make a sound for a while, as if he didn't hear him or fell asleep.

"I'm a genius," he finally murmured, "I believe in Seventh Brother, maybe I'm the best domineering president and the most domineering painter."

Zhou Wei turned his head and rolled on Jiang Xiaoqi's lap, as if he rubbed some indescribable liquid on his pajama pants, and then showed a bright smile.

He is worthy of being the prince of Peony City, his smile is like the most beautiful peony in full bloom, Jiang Xiaoqi remembered that poem: When the next year is September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will die.The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.

At this moment, Zhou Wei was like a king in armor, with an invincible light in his eyes.

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Note: The poem comes from Huang Chao's "Budihou Fuju"

weekend:? ? ?Your poem seems to be about chrysanthemums instead of peonies!

Jiang Xiaoqi: Yes, you are Peony, and you also have...