Mosaic

Wang Jia's pursuit of Qiu Zi is a complete joke.

He pestered him to go out that night, just to make people beat him all over the floor, so when he came to visit him listlessly, he was naturally not as proud as before.

"Let me help you find a solution, aren't you rushing to the doctor?" Ye Erke hugged the dog in a daze: "I haven't even touched a girl's hand."

His foot has somewhat improved, but his broken arm needs a long period of recuperation, so he still can't get out of bed with crutches, and it looks even more useless lying there.

Wang Jia can be regarded as a veteran who has been in and out of love for many years, but has never touched a leaf, but has never dealt with such a woman with explosive force value, intelligent and self-reliant, and can't help but fall into fruitless meditation.

Ye Erke didn't understand: "She beats you all the time and is so fierce, what do you like about her?"

"Children don't understand, don't ask." Wang Jia rubbed his chin, and suddenly remembered the key information: "It seems that Chu Han and Qiu Zi are friends, please help me to ask Qiu Zi what personal hobbies are, so that you can only match what he likes." Impress her."

Thinking of Chu Han who was drawing drafts at his desk in the study, Ye Erke couldn't help shrinking back a little: "Why don't you ask yourself, he will definitely scold me for meddling in my own business."

"People don't like to talk to me, I don't want to make fun of myself." Wang Jia showed suspicious eyes: "Speaking of... the surname Chu is very kind to you, isn't he also a gay?"

"You, why did you use the word 'also'!" Ye Erke said angrily, "I'm not good at all."

"I said Yuyao, what are you in a hurry for?" Wang Jia's suspicion deepened: "You two won't—"

"That's not true! It was Chu Han who felt that he didn't open the door for me, which caused me to fall like this while climbing a ladder. It's just a little guilty, but he is very nice." Ye Erke strangely did not gossip about Chu Han's sexuality, and described it as a discovery of conscience. Not too much.

Wang Jia didn't bother to worry about it, so he patted Erke and said: "In short, I will be very grateful for inquiring about Dr. Qiu for me!"

His thanks are always really heavy, Ye Erke thought about it, and couldn't help but promise: "It's okay, isn't it just asking the beautiful woman what she likes, what's so difficult about it?"

-

In the eyes of many people who don't know him, Chu Han is a very perfect person.

But only he himself knows that those elegant and decent are nothing more than fragile and hypocritical protective shells.

In order to cover up the bitter past, in order to cover up the inner clumsiness.

Because I can't really treat others with tenderness, I deliberately make a proud distance.

But suddenly she let go of her arrogance, but she was at a loss for gentle things.

In the evening, Ye Erke, who struggled downstairs on crutches, entered the restaurant, and was surprised by the huge ham on the table: "What, what is this for?"

"Don't you want to eat meat?" Chu Han held a pot of boiled broccoli very curiously, and turned around and said, "Spanish raw ham, the owner told me it was delicious."

"Shopkeeper?" Ye Erke was at a loss: "Have you shopped online?"

"Yeah." Chu Han took out the scalded vegetables with a colander: "There are many others in the refrigerator, see what you want to eat."

Ye Erke struggled to move to the refrigerator with one hand and one foot. The moment he opened it, his eyes turned black, because the cold and deserted refrigerator had been filled with countless packages of meat from various countries. He asked in a black line: "Can you finish it? You've been fooled... I, I said meat, but the sweet and sour pork ribs are mysterious, why are you so advanced?"

"Then I won't do it." Chu Han came out with seasoned vegetables and said, "I've tried my best."

Ye Erke sat down dully: "Didn't you swear not to cook?"

In fact, Chu Han was only worried about suddenly suffering from an eye disease and being injured by a sharp instrument, so he didn't touch the knife. Hearing this, he smiled lightly: "I can't help it, are we going to starve to death?"

"You can order takeaway." Ye Erke's claws had already stretched out to the sliced ​​ham, chewed it in his mouth, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"

"Then eat more." Chu Han seemed to be relieved, and after sitting down, he poured himself some of the red wine left by Mother Ye, frowned and was not satisfied after tasting the vegetables: "It's too weak."

Ye Erke was happily biting the ham, and suddenly remembered Wang Jia's entrustment, then cleared his throat and asked, "Um... are you familiar with Dr. Qiu?"

"It's okay." Chu Han instantly understood his small thoughts, and ruthlessly refused without giving him a chance to be verbose: "Why, have you forgotten what happened before, a guy like Wang Jia who plays with emotions and plays with life, help him match up , and what is the difference between assisting the evildoers?"

Ye Erke was speechless when asked, biting his fork hesitantly: "But brother Jia is my good friend..."

Chu Han drank slowly and ignored him.

Ye Erke succumbed: "Okay, I guess he won't be able to catch Dr. Qiu's eyes with his level, so I still won't participate."

"Hey, eat." Chu Han smiled.

The greedy Chu Dudu jumped onto the chair again, but Zha Zha scurried around underneath because of his disability.

Ye Erke's heart softened, and he gave the little Shiba Inu a mouthful: "If there is salt, you can't eat more."

Who knew Dudu bit his mouth, but ran down and put it in front of Zha Zha.

The two dogs guarded a piece of ham and ate them pitifully.

Ye Erke was surprised: "Wow, you still know how to share...don't look at me like this, it makes me look like a bad person."

Chu Han quietly watched him play with the dog non-stop, and almost enjoyed listening to the excitement in his ears, but gave the illusion that the years were quiet.

Unexpectedly, Er Ke had eaten enough meat, and looked at the wine with mischievous eyes, and asked, "Is it good?"

Chu Han, who had not forgotten his drunken state, refused: "Do you want to drink one more time?"

"I want a little bit. I haven't tasted this advanced thing yet. My mother refused to let me last time. Now that she's gone, you still control me!" Ye Erke stretched out his only arm, with an attitude Resolute and eager.

Chu Han had no choice but to fill the bottom of his cup.

The taste of wine is always a little sour, a little bit astringent, and it also has a fragrance that is not easy to understand.

Ye Erke drank it down, licked his mouth and put on a show: "Well, not bad."

-

The moon is on the treetops, and the night is quiet and quiet.

After drinking lightly, the little cripple finally lived up to everyone's expectations and fell asleep beside the bed.

After Chu Han settled him down, he went to tidy up the kitchen, exhausted by the long-lost household chores.

Although he has been used to staying out of the house for many years, he has devoted most of his energy to his comic business and rarely distracted by it.

Chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea, is this the original taste of life?

Chu Han brought a cup of warm water and put it next to the bedside table, and because of Ye Erke's drunken unconsciousness, he developed courage, slowly touched the quilt and sat down, staring almost silently at this young man who didn't know what troubles were.

In the past, I loved the flowers in the mirror, but now that the mirror is broken and I wake up from the dream, I am attracted by the long-lost happiness in front of me.

However, a person is a world, and no matter how close two people are to each other, it is impossible to completely overlap.

Isn't Chu Han's pessimism the truth?What's more, the ignorant Er Ke is still a blank sheet of paper, how can he bear any deep affection?

While walking for a moment, the cold hand was suddenly held.

It was Ye Erke who was half asleep and half awake, he frowned and muttered: "I won't drink anymore..."

Chu Han lowered his eyelashes and smiled lightly.

Ye Erke said again: "Brother Chu... If I want to drink again, you will beat me up..."

"Are you awake?" Chu Han was inexplicably nervous, not understanding why he still held his hand when he was awake.

Apparently Ye Erke was still confused: "...I won't drink again...disgusting..."

Only then did Chu Han heave a sigh of relief, but he gently rubbed the back of his hand with his fingers greedily.

Unexpectedly, the little Shiba Inu took the opportunity to stroll over, stretched out his nose and sniffed the hands they held, and found that there was no food, then looked up at the owner in a daze.

Chu Han asked: "Dudu, let's keep him and not let him go away, shall we?"

Chu Dudu immediately grinned happily.

Of course, Ye Erke, who was unconscious, didn't know what the two guys were plotting. He just kicked his sprained leg in vain, found a more comfortable position and continued to sleep.

-

A patient stayed at home all day and all night, and the lifeless old house seemed to finally find its vitality.

Although there is no way to go to the pet hospital to work, Ye Erke has become more comfortable in his lazy days and has begun to feel at ease.

That day, he was half-sitting on the sofa with potato chips and beef jerky and looking at the animal world, when he heard a knock on the door, he immediately put on his crutches and staggered to open it.

It's that Qiu Ci with eyes growing to the top of his head again.

Ye Erke was very happy and angry, and immediately jumped to the side and pulled his neck and shouted: "Chu Han, your colleague is looking for you!"

After finishing speaking, he sat back on the sofa rudely and continued to enjoy Zhang Fei beef with the two dogs.

The veins on Qiuci's forehead twitched, and he walked upstairs silently.

-

No matter how the mentality of private life changes, Chu Han still possesses the quality of doing what should be done well.

Seeing Qiu Ci enter the study, he handed over the manuscript bag that he had prepared last night: "Thank you, if you are not worried about losing the courier, it would be more convenient to mail it. There are not many people who draw manuscripts like me now." ?”

"Why, you don't even want to meet?" Qiu Ci's gentle face was calm, but his mouth was sharp.

His father is the editor-in-chief of a national-level newspaper, and his family is full of officials and businessmen engaged in related industries. It would be strange if he could really raise a person who is as gentle as jade from the inside out.

Chu Han didn't get angry, just sat down with a light smile and said, "You think too much."

Qiuci looked behind the door, and asked in a planned way: "Why hasn't that person left yet? He's a lazy character. Thank you for being able to bear it."

"Didn't you notice that he was injured?" Chu Han finally frowned, and after slowly fixing a new manuscript paper, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Qiuci didn't know what was going on with him, so he made the person he cared about the most angry. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "The monthly circulation of comic magazines has exceeded one million. I'm going to invite the media to hold a celebration banquet after a while. Of course you don't want to show up, and I won't force you either."

"Congratulations, let's talk." Chu Han raised his head and smiled, "Aren't you afraid that my eyes will be uncomfortable and mess up the event?"

Qiu Ci said: "You just take this matter too seriously."

Chu Han remained silent.

Qiu Ci folded her hands and said, "The house is finished decorating. If the home furnishing product brochure sent to you looks good, then start ordering the furniture. I really don't know how long you plan to live here with that bastard. Don't let your own Kindness is exploited by shameless people."

"I regard you as a friend, please don't use such contemptuous words to describe Yeerke over and over again." Chu Han asked word by word while holding a pencil: "I don't know why it's because of this matter." It has nothing to do with you, but you are not young anymore, can't you see that I kept him by my side because I like him, kindness? Where do I get so much kindness?"

The good look on Qiu Ci's face, because his words faded away slowly, leaving only a paleness that was almost desperate.

He was stunned for a few seconds before asking back, "Like it?"

Chu Han smiled, bowed his head and typed up the line draft.

Qiu Ci gritted his teeth, and finally asserted: "If you like this kind of unreliable person, you will definitely regret it."