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Saturday, November 2018, 9

Damn, I got a little drunk.

Now the whole person is sitting on the bed in a daze, and he has to go to work tomorrow.

Because chatting with old friends will be more involved, Ruan Xinhe asked Ruan Xinhe to open a bottle of red and then went downstairs to buy a bottle of white. He talked a lot, including the hot pot restaurant downstairs in the rented house that ate cockroaches , there is a lot of nostalgia, as if returning to a time that is still looking forward to the future.

Because Zhang Han will be busy with his wedding and wine these days, I took He Ruoqian to my house when I got off work and planned to let him stay for two days. Let him cook more at night.

He asked for a long time which of my friends, he should actually know all the friends around me who play a little better, and he knows the names if he doesn't.

I lied to him that he didn't know him, that he was my friend who lived with me for a while after graduation in Hangzhou. Ruan Xinhe immediately changed the subject and asked me what I had for dinner that night, and whether he should go to a restaurant near the community to fry two dishes and bring them over.

I let him do whatever he wants.

In fact, He Ruoqian should have never known the relationship between me and Ruan Xinhe, and Zhang Han is not a gossip, and I didn't deliberately tell my friends and neighbors that my lover is a man. It's not that I feel uncomfortable. Ruan Xinhe and I are actually fine with other people gossiping, we are no different from other people when we live together, we don’t need to jump out and force ourselves to express that we are different from others.

Before picking He Ruoqian into the car, he asked if it would be inconvenient to live at my house, and I said no, I would live with Ruan Xinhe.

Until he reached the door of the house and heard him laughing: "All right, you guys."

I smiled at him when I knocked on the door: "Don't have any psychological burden on me that I lived with you before."

He scolded me secretly, when Ruan Xinhe opened the door, he took a look outside, he probably didn't recognize who He Ruoqian was, and reached out to shake someone's hand: "Hi, welcome."

He Ruoqian stretched out his hand and shook it: "Hello, Xiao Ruan."

Ruan Xinhe glanced at me.

Then I heard He Ruoqian laugh out loud: "Mengmeng."

Ruan Xinhe immediately took back the hand he was holding, and he turned around with a fuck and walked inside.

I saw that he was so ashamed that he had obviously thought of something, so I couldn't help but bury my head and laugh twice, and brought him into the house with the suitcase, and called Ruan Xinhe to help get the things.

He also looked very unhappy.

I drank a lot of wine at night, He Ruoqian didn't really tease Ruan Xinhe much, after all, one of the owners of this house is Ruan Xinhe, in fact, we talked a lot about what happened when we were studying and what happened when we lived with him.

At first I looked at Ruan Xinhe a little uncomfortable, but then I listened with great interest. He Ruoqian was so drunk that he stumbled into the guest room to sleep. Ruan Xinhe put away the dishes and went back to the room and said that he was going to take a shower.

When he took a shower, he opened the door to the outside of the bathroom, leaned against the wall soaked in heat, looked at the mirror blurred by water vapor, and heard the sound of water coming from the inside. The translucent glass of our house could clearly see the movements of the people inside. silhouette.

I asked Ruan Xinhe outside if he wanted me to wash his hair.

Ruan Xinhe didn't speak, and the sound of the water became louder.

My head must have been a little hot at the time, and I leaned against the wall and couldn't help laughing out loud until Ruan Xinhe took a towel and threw it directly on my head: "What are you laughing at?"

I opened the glass door and went in, moved a small plastic stool to sit him down, and then rubbed the foam on his head.

When washing the second water, Ruan Xinhe said: "I was not by your side during that time."

"Ah."

He shook his head and shook the water all over my body: "I don't know what happened to you, who you met, what you were sad about and what you were happy about."

"..."

"Did you get angry when you ate cockroaches at the hot pot restaurant downstairs, did you want to vomit, did you quarrel with the boss, or didn't you think it didn't matter?"

I wiped his head with a towel: "I've been drinking, and I have to go to work tomorrow, and there's someone sleeping next door."

"what?"

I couldn't resist kissing him on the top of the head through the towel: "Don't suddenly become so cute."

Ruan Xinhe gave a fuck.

I said, "Didn't you turn into Ruan Mengmeng and always follow me and call my husband?"

"..." Ruan Xinhe stopped talking, and after a while he reached out and wiped his face, "Can you stop talking about this kind of thing?"

"Black history?"

"Otherwise, is it still some glorious deed, you stupid* just ignore me at all, okay?"

"..." I reached out and touched his ear.

"Originally we could continue our online relationship."

"Haha, you idiot."

"It's pretty stupid, so can we not mention this?"

"I think it's funny."

"I don't think it's funny, fuck/your mother."

Once Ruan Xinhe becomes shy, he will spit out swear words for no reason, and he will be so irritable that he jumps his feet, because he is a little cute, or maybe because the wine tonight is really more intoxicating than other wines, which makes me want to kiss him more .

When I parted from him, his face blushed at the thought of everything, and he pushed me and said, "I'm going to work tomorrow, and there's someone living next door."

I stood up and said, "Okay, I've had too much to drink, and I'm a little dizzy."

He said he took a shower and went to bed.

Then I told him no one could do it but him.

Except for Ruan Xinhe, no one can do it.