It's better to fall in love with an old enemy

Dylan arrived in Tokyo a little earlier than Xiyuan Temple. After he landed, he sent a message to Xiyuan Temple, only to find out that the group of them had just boarded the plane.

"The weather here in South Korea is bad, it's delayed, we just got on the plane. Have you arrived yet?"

"I just arrived. When will you arrive, or else I'll wait for you at the airport."

"More than two hours."

The takeoff reminder in the plane has already sounded, and the flight attendants began to remind passengers who have not turned off their phones to turn off their phones one by one.Xiyuan Temple raised his head and glanced at the flight attendant who was about to come towards him, flipped his fingers, and seized the time to type.

"Or you can go to my house."

Xiyuan Temple sent both the address and the door lock code to Di Lan, and finally said that it was time to turn off the machine before taking off, and immediately pressed the power button to death.

Dylan looked at this string of addresses, dumbfounded, and thought that Tokyo's transportation lines are so complicated, wouldn't it be difficult for me to leave an address and let me go by myself.He held up his mobile phone to seek help from the information desk, and the kind lady on the ground carefully and responsibly taught him how to take the subway, which direction to get on, which station to transfer, and which station to get off.Dylan heard one head and two big ones, so he simply gave up and went straight to the airport gate to find a taxi.The more expensive it is, the more expensive it is, Dylan sighed helplessly in his heart.

When Xiyuan Temple arrived home, it was already dark.The end of this race trip made him feel exhausted and physically and mentally exhausted for the first time.Xiyuan Temple entered the password and said "I'm back" while pushing the door open. He was used to living alone and didn't expect anyone in the house to respond to him.But when the door was pushed open, the person entered the room, only to find that there was a yellow desk lamp on in the room, the dining room and the kitchen were also on, and there was a faint voice coming from the room.

Only then did Xiyuan Temple remember that he had sent Dylan White both his home address and password.

He leaned the suitcase against the wall, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, changed his shoes and walked to the kitchen.As he got closer, Dylan's voice became clearer, as if he was calling someone.

"Yes, the materials are ready, and then?"

"Miso, miso... put it in! Okay, okay, I'm shaking it slowly, the water is not boiling, and it's slowly dissolving. I know what you just said."

"In the end, put all the ingredients in and boil it. It's fine." Dylan continued to make a phone call while holding a spoon to carefully stir the soup, "It's okay, don't worry, auntie, I'm sure the coach agrees. I just flew over here, really. Well, I’ll stay with him for two days, you really don’t have to feel guilty, he can understand if he left early... Then you don’t have my ability to coax people. Believe it or not, it will definitely make him happy."

Xiyuan Temple leaned on the side of the partition of the restaurant and watched Dylan's back, the crooked apron strap around his waist, watching him cook in a strange way, and listening to him making the phone with ease.The aroma of miso was already wafting out of the soup pot, and the whole house was soaked in this aroma, which made it feel like home.Xiyuan Temple bit her lips and thought, why didn't she feel like home when the cooking aunt came here before.Xiyuansi looked around the small area of ​​the kitchen and dining room, and he noticed with sharp eyes that there was a bouquet of rose-red flowers in the beige ceramic vase on the side of the dining table.He wouldn't buy these brightly colored things at all, and Dylan must have bought them back.

Xiyuan Temple looked at the bouquet of flowers reflected in front of the white wall. For the first time, he did not dislike the appearance of this bright color at home.Because he was surprised to find that such a little bit of rose red actually made the room a little bit warmer.

He glanced at Hua, then at Dylan who hadn't found him in the kitchen, and suddenly felt a wonderful feeling of finally coming home.

Dylan turned off the fire and ended the call.He regained his senses and wanted to find where the bowl was placed, but he was taken aback by the owner of the house who was staring at him in a daze.

"Oh my God, you scared me to death! Why is there no sound when entering the room!"

Dylan was really frightened, and he subconsciously jumped back a little, still in shock.

Xiyuan Temple laughed and said, "If I let you know that I'm back, how can I hear you and my mother on the phone? You also learn to cook, so amazing!"

Dylan looked away guiltily: "Hey, you heard it all, the surprise is gone."

"I didn't even know you had my mother's contact information." Xiyuan Temple approached Dylan step by step.

"Well... well, when they were in Kyoto, before they went on a business trip, your mother called me."

"Oh."

Xiyuan Temple agreed softly, but slowly approached Dylan.Di Landa saw Xiyuan Temple staring at him with good eyes, and he suddenly remembered what those fans on the Internet had said about Xiyuan Temple's eyes.They said that his eyes were so deep that they felt distant, but it was gentle and calm, like a well, and there was something at the bottom but you couldn't know what it was; Yuansi's eyes made it seem that he was very expensive, literally so expensive that he couldn't afford it.

Dylan couldn't comment on whether what these fans said was correct. He thought he had a very close relationship with Xiyuan Temple, but sometimes he couldn't figure out what was in Xiyuan Temple's eyes.When Coach Lancer was in class at the club, children would often ask him questions about these well-known players. Dylan once heard the coach comment on Xiyuan Temple saying that this person is very aggressive and not extraordinary. His strength is absolutely impossible to delusional to keep pace with him.The children exclaimed, saying that he looked very gentle and easy to get along with in the camera.At this time, Coach Lancer smiled mysteriously, and said dangerously, that is the look in his eyes that you have never seen with your own eyes. When his aura is fully opened, it will burn people.

At that time, Dylan was still secretly laughing at his coach in his heart, how he called him like an old goblin who ate people.

But now, in the bright kitchen of Xiyuansi's house, Dylan is facing Xiyuansi's burning eyes.The moment Xiyuan Temple came forward, Dylan almost thought that he had said something wrong, and he felt that he was being strangled.He took two steps back, knocked against the open drawer with his knee, and closed it again with a snap when Dylan touched it.

"Don't..." Dylan felt that Xiyuan Temple was going to say something sharp to him in the next second.

But Xiyuan Temple does not have it.

He leaned forward and put his arms around Dylan's waist.At the moment when the hug came up, Xiyuan Temple suddenly relaxed like a balloon deflated.Slowly, slowly, he nestled himself into Dylan's arms in an almost dependent gesture.

Xiyuan Temple inserted his nose into the joint between Dylan's shoulder and neck, and took a deep breath: "You didn't wear perfume."

Dylan's scalp was numb from his suction, and his neck was wrapped in the fabric of the turtleneck, which did not alleviate the degree of goose bumps in the slightest.

"Where did I wear perfume during the game?" Dylan explained anxiously.

"Now that you're not competing, it's the one you used often in Kyoto," Xiyuanji said to him about the perfume in a serious manner, "It smells good."

"Then I'll spray it next time I see you."

"No need," Xiyuansi tightened his arms around Dylan again, "It's fine for you to be like this now."

Dylan's alarm bells rang out when he said this sentence.Xiyuan Temple is not the kind of character who just opens his mouth with sweet words, let alone the current stage where he has confirmed that he has a crush but has not formally confirmed the relationship.They have already regarded each other as their prospective lovers, which is true, but according to Dylan's understanding of him, in the eyes of Xiyuan Temple, the indeterminate relationship is basically equivalent to not doing too intimate things, saying too intimate if.But from just now until now, this law has been broken one after another.

"What's wrong with you?" Dylan was suddenly worried.

Xiyuan Temple was silent for a while, and instead of answering him directly, he asked him another question: "What did my mother tell you?"

"I thought that you love to drink the miso soup made by your mother. I have nothing to do at home, so I called her to ask her how to make it, so that you can have something to eat when you come back. She taught me how to make soup step by step, He also said that you must be in a bad mood, let me accompany you well, and also said..." Dilan was a little itchy when Xiyuan Temple played with his apron belt behind his back, so he paused, "And said, The two of them left early during the free skating and did not see you competing for a reason, so they didn’t tell you for fear of affecting your competition status.”

When Dylan said this, he suddenly couldn't continue, and he felt a little sore after saying this.

"Aunt Michiko told you not to blame them."

Xiyuan Temple stopped holding Dylan's apron belt and said, "It's okay, don't blame them. Fortunately, they didn't see me, so I won a bronze medal. My first bronze medal."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent again.After a while, Dylan sensitively noticed that the breathing rhythm of the person in his arms was a little unusual. His right hand, which was originally on the back of the person, slid towards Xiyuansi's cheek, and accidentally touched the wet piece.

Xiyuan Temple was crying, he was crying.

This realization was like a thunderbolt in Dylan's mind.He hurriedly hugged the person into his arms again. He had seen many people shed tears, because everyone seemed to be willing to show their emotions in front of him.When dealing with those people, Dylan is always calm, helping them analyze their problems, channeling their emotions, and no matter how bad it is, he will pull a tissue to wipe their tears.But in front of the tearful Xiyuan Temple, Dylan can't do anything, he's dumb, and his limbs are still stiff.

At a loss, Dylan suddenly discovered something, just like many people would not be too defensive in front of him, most people always regard him as very independent and mature when dealing with Xiyuan Temple, even omnipotent.Xiyuan Temple is elegant and handsome, personable, gentle and never makes mistakes. He has no emotional ups and downs in front of him. He can handle everything and any game well, as if he is a fixed-program and perfect intelligence. AI.No one would think that Saionji Sawaaki was vulnerable.

He couldn't even cry, and his emotions could only be felt from his trembling body.

Dylan hugged the person in his arms, feeling the fabric on the neck of his turtleneck getting wet.He gently stroked Xiyuan Temple's back with one hand, and gently stroked his hair with the thumb of the other hand.Dylan hugged Xiyuan Temple and shook it gently, humming a gentle tune to help him calm down.

Xiyuan Temple's tears come and go quickly.Soon, Dylan noticed that the body of the person in his arms stopped trembling slightly and calmed down.

Xiyuan Temple broke away from Dylan's arms, wiped his eyes, and complained in a hoarse voice as if nothing had happened: "You sing too badly."

Dylan took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and gave it to him.Xiyuan Temple took it over and lashed out at him again: "I finally believe that you are of British descent, and you still carry a handkerchief with you at what age."

"Please don't hack one of my mother countries!" Dylan complained seriously, "Isn't this just for you?"

Xiyuan Temple turned around and walked out of the kitchen, but instead of going to the dining table, he pulled out the bar stool and sat on the edge of the bar.He leaned his elbows on the bar table and blew his nose with a handkerchief, and asked for food in a low voice: "Hungry, do you want to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat."

"Is there any rice?"

"Have."

Under the command of Xiyuan Temple, Dylan looked for chopsticks in the bowl, and finally served it to him.

Xiyuan Temple looked at the bowl of rice and soup in front of him, and then looked at Dylan opposite him.He knew that Dylan was not used to the taste of miso soup, so he didn't intend to force him to eat it with him.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's unpalatable," Xiyuansi said relentlessly, "both the carrot and white radish are still hard."

"Oh," Dylan grabbed the bowl, "then don't eat it."

"No way," Xiyuan Temple was protecting the soup bowl with both hands, "Is there any more in the pot? I want to drink another bowl."

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