The correct posture to kill a rival

It rained heavily for three hours.

From the time they left the karaoke hall to the present, the torrential rain not only has no intention of stopping, but has intensified, with layers of mist splashed on the ground, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Fortunately, there are high steps at the entrance of the grocery store.

It is precisely because of the high steps that the rainwater that has not been discharged in time accumulates under the steps along the road, flowing like a small river.

At the beginning, Ye Qilu and Yi Yunshu were standing on the steps.

And now-

Ye Qilu had already taken off his soaked sneakers and socks and left them aside, sitting on the edge of the steps, his feet soaked in the rain, kicking the rain water boredly.

Yi Yunshu didn't change from his initial posture - standing on the steps, leaning against the shutter door of the grocery store.

"When will this rain stop?" Yi Yunshu asked suddenly.

Ye Qilu smiled and raised his neck to look at the sky—in fact, he couldn’t see anything clearly, or he could say nothing—he replied playfully, “It’s probably in winter.”

"……………………what?"

After this long pause, the word "ha" with a bit of confusion was too funny, Ye Qilu turned around, saw Yi Yunshu's face full of confusion, and bent over with a smile.

Yi Yunshu immediately understood what Ye Qilu's "About Winter" meant. This was the song he sang in the karaoke hall!

Yi Yunshu lowered his eyes and silently said to Ye Qilu, "You! Wait! Wait!"

"Wait and wait, who is afraid of whom? I want to accompany you at any time in the fight—" Ye Qilu finished speaking in a disdainful tone, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and said while putting on his shoes and socks: "The rain is a little lighter , let's go."

Yi Yunshu took a look outside, and the rain was indeed much smaller than when it was the heaviest before.

Ye Qilu shook off his outer shirt, and threw it on Yi Yunshu's head - Yi Yunshu's entire head, including his entire face, was covered under the clothes.

"Cover it a bit, those two spots on your face are bleeding out." Ye Qilu said.

It was still raining heavily in the middle of the night, and there were no "faces" on the road. If you wanted to go home, you had to run.

Obviously, it is much closer to Zhushikou from this place than to Shichahai.

Without Ye Qilu saying anything, Yi Yunshu naturally followed Ye Qilu and ran towards Zhushikou.

They ran for nearly half an hour before reaching Ye's house.

As soon as Ye Qilu got home, he quickly took two clean towels, used one for himself and threw the other to Yi Yunshu, and quickly wiped his face and hair, "I don't know why, every time you come to my house, no one is there."

After Ye Qilu wiped carelessly, he started to work as fast as possible.

Pulling out coal, lighting a fire, and boiling water all in one go.

Yi Yunshu sat on a wooden chair, looked at Ye Qilu who was boiling water, and wiped his hair, picking up what Ye Qilu said just now, "Then where did your parents go?"

Ye Qilu was turning over the coals in the stove with a stove hook. When he heard Yi Yunshu's question, he obviously paused. After a few seconds, he continued to turn over. He sneered nonchalantly, "I don't know, love Where to go, I don't know them."

Yi Yunshu raised his eyebrows all of a sudden.

"What about you?" Ye Qilu raised his eyes and held back Yi Yunshu, "Your parents agree that you don't go to school to play rock?"

Yi Yunshu laughed, and spread his hands boredly, "I don't have parents."

Ye Qilu stopped his movements again, and raised his gaze once again—a dark gray towel hung down from the top of the opponent's head, covering his forehead and half of his face, the corners of his slanted eyes and the corners of his upturned lips The coquetry exuded is always the same, and the two deep wounds on the face made the original fierceness even more inexhaustible.

Why the sudden increase in hostility?Ye Qilu thought about this question, "Is it the truth or a lie?"

Yi Yunshu pulled the towel off his head and combed his hair with his fingers: "Are you telling me the truth or a lie?"

Ye Qilu laughed shortly.

In this matter, the two of them are almost the same, true and false, half a catty and eighty two.

While speaking, the water on the stove boiled.

Ye Qilu found two shirts and sweatpants from the wooden wardrobe, and then mixed two large basins of warm water.

Then Ye Qilu took off all his rain-soaked clothes and pants, opened the door of the house, and the pouring rain suddenly poured in obliquely. He walked to the eaves with a large basin, lifted the basin and poured a basin of warm water from above his head " "Crash" and poured water down.

"Great!" Ye Qirou yelled sincerely, ran back to the house and closed the door, took another towel to dry himself, and changed into a clean shirt and trousers.

Yi Yunshu: "..."

He was stunned.

Because Yi Yunshu had never lived in a hutong compound, let alone a bungalow, it was the first time he had seen such a bold way of taking a shower...

"Why are you standing there?" Ye Qilu passed Yi Yunshu on his way to the stove after brushing the soup pot, "Hurry up, the water will be cold in a while." He said and gave Yi Yunshu a push.

Yi Yunshu: "..."

Yi Yunshu had no choice but to follow the same pattern, in fact, it should be said that it was even worse.

After he finished taking off, he ran naked around the yard in the heavy rain.

"Fuck!" Yi Yunshu smiled when he came back, "It's so fucking fun!"

This time it was Ye Qilu's turn to "...", he said helplessly while cutting ginger slices, "Are you a brat?"

Yi Yunshu: "..."

The soup pot on the stove was steaming and bubbling, Ye Qilu threw the sliced ​​ginger into the pot and stirred it, and said to Yi Yunshu who had packed up the two pots: "Come here and have a look." Ginger soup—”

The spoon was transferred from Ye Qilu's hand to Yi Yunshu's.

Ye Qilu went back to the hut.

Yi Yunshu slowly stirred the ginger soup in the pot, his eyes wandered aimlessly, and then his eyes fixed on the window of the big house.

That was the window that Ye Qilu smashed to save him.

It has been more than half a year until now, and he has never asked Ye Qilu, why did he save him when the situation between the two of them was like fire and water?

Can't find any reason.

Perhaps, Ye Qilu is a person who does things based on his mood and does not need a reason.

After a while, Ye Qilu came out of the hut with cotton balls, cotton blocks and medical tape in his hands.

Like the last time at Yi Yunshu's house, Ye Qilu used cotton balls soaked in alcohol to help disinfect Yi Yunshu's wounds on his face—Yi Yunshu stirred slowly with a spoon, staring straight at the wall —their silhouettes are projected on the wall.

After disinfecting, Ye Qilu covered Yi Yunshu's wound with a cotton swab sprinkled with medicine, and then taped it up.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qilu glanced at Jiang Tang, and then at Yi Yunshu, who was almost mechanically mixing it up. He didn't know what the other party was looking at or thinking, but he was supernatural anyway.

Ye Qilu leaned into Yi Yunshu's ear with a smile, and said softly and word by word, "It's been too long~la~"

Yi Yunshu came back to his senses all of a sudden, and turned his head to look at Ye Qilu.

Ye Qilu's smiling face was close at hand.

"Don't you think about anything?" Ye Qilu's smile deepened, "Hurry up and drink ginger soup and go to bed, it's going to be a mess late at night, I dare you, you're fine, I'm still going to school tomorrow."

Yi Yunshu took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to let it out.

After the two drank two bowls of ginger soup each, Yi Yunshu went to bed.

Ye Qilu stayed in the kitchen, putting out the fire on the stove.

Yi Yunshu was lying on the bed.

It has been more than half a year since the last time I lived here.

There was no change in the Ye family.

Yi Yunshu turned over, habitually stretched his right hand under the pillow, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

The eyes that had just been closed opened again in an instant.

There seems to be something under the pillow?

Slippery, cool, hard or soft.

Yi Yunshu grabbed the thing and took it out to have a look——

is a piece of paper.

The paper is very new, but it is slightly wrinkled. It is obvious that it has been read countless times in a short period of time.

Yi Yunshu opened the paper——

Guitar tab!

It was the guitar score given to Ye Qilu by the master who appeared at night at school.

Yi Yunshu read it once, and then laughed under the shadow of the paper.

"Hello!" Ye Qilu had already cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the house. He saw Yi Yunshu holding his guitar score at a glance. He walked over and snatched the paper back, "Can you be more careful? Don't mess with other people's things!"

Yi Yunshu asked back, "Do you understand?"

"Do you care if I understand it or not?" Ye Qilu put the piece of paper in the closet, "This is my important treasure."

"oh, I see--"

Yi Yunshu raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.