[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter [-]

As I said before, Wu Xie likes rain, the rain is dripping, falling asleep with the sound of rain on his pillow, and he can sleep until dawn without dreaming.But ever since Pan Zi died, Wu Xie was afraid of the rain, especially after this night, he was afraid that he would never have the heart to appreciate this sad singing again in this life.

Wu Xie hugged Zhang Qiling's red/naked upper body. It was the first time he saw him looking down and down, and put his hand on the other's back. He was trembling slightly, like a lonely cub that had lost the protection of his parents.At this moment, Wu Xie for some reason forgot his sadness, he patted Zhang Qiling's shoulder lightly, and said softly: "It's raining too much, you don't wear much, come with me."

In the past, Zhang Qiling always "confronted" Wu Xie, and Wu Xie seldom got what he wanted to do.Now, he obediently followed Wu Xie to leave the roof, but after landing, he was dazed and refused to move. Wu Xie took his hand and led him where he went. When he saw a room with no one in it, he didn't care what to do. Just push the door and enter.

"Crack!" Wu Xie turned on the switch of the chandelier, and suddenly the house was lit up with orange lights, breaking into pieces and warming the ground.

It turned out that this was actually the kitchen.

Wu Xie was stunned, and looked around, as if she didn't expect to come to the kitchen.This kitchen is not big, and there are not many soldiers in the Centurion, so it is only half of an ordinary barracks.But don't look at its small size, there are cooking tools, eating guys, gas stoves and so on.And in the middle of the kitchen, the cooking soldiers also set up a red pine Eight Immortals table and four benches, probably the cooking team had their meals here.

Wu Xie pulled Zhang Qiling to the bench, pressed his shoulders with both hands, and forced him to sit on the bench.Zhang Qiling is very quiet, or in other words, he is now like a Luban puppet who can be posed at will, no matter what Wu Xie asks him to do, he will cooperate.Wu Xie was very unaccustomed to Zhang Qiling like this. Seeing Zhang Qiling staring at the table motionless, with water dripping from his bangs, Wu Xie felt very uncomfortable, as if his chest was stuffed with a water-absorbing sponge, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Wu Xie sat down and looked at Zhang Qiling for a few minutes, but Zhang Qiling didn't look at him, his shadow was cast on the table, blending with the pattern of the Eight Immortals Table.Obviously, Wu Xie also lost his mother, but after the grief, how could he act stronger than Zhang Qiling?Wu Xie thought, could it be because he had just cried a few times and vented most of his emotions?

I don't know, Wu Xie doesn't know.

He stood up, found a clean-looking towel, walked behind Zhang Qiling, and wiped Zhang Qiling's hair with his own hands. "If you don't clean it up, you'll get sick," he whispered.A drop of water slid down his cheek into his collar, and he seemed to forget that he was wet too.

Wu Xie wiped it for a long time, even wiped off Zhang Qiling's face, neck and upper body, but Zhang Qiling remained indifferent, except for that seemingly inadvertent glance... two close shadows, one of which was trying hard to be on the other's head What are you doing... Later, Wu Xie threw away the towel, rummaged through the cabinets to find the medicine box of the cooking class, gave Zhang Qiling the medicine, bandaged it up, and went to sit opposite Zhang Qiling again.

Zhang Qiling lowered his head, what posture he was in just now is the same posture now.

"Zhang Qiling..." Wu Xie hesitated to speak.After a long time, he forced a smile, and his voice sounded quite bitter, "Your unicorn is gone?" He just wanted to break the sad and melancholy atmosphere.

However, Zhang Qiling sat there, sitting there, turning into a silent stone sculpture again.

"Really, after running back and forth for half a night, I'm hungry, how about you?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling, suddenly his eyebrows widened, and he smiled slightly.

A smile is a smile, but a forced smile.

"Zhang Qi Ling……"

Facing Wu Xie's call, Zhang Qiling remained unmoved.

Wu Xie sighed, stood up, "I'll go find something to eat." He wasn't hungry, he just wanted to find something to do for himself.Ten minutes later, he came back with a plaque in his hand, which contained hand-rolled noodles.

He didn't make the noodles right now, he didn't have the skills yet, when he found the sun plaque, the sun plaque was placed on the lid of the rice jar, if he guessed right, who should it be for supper or breakfast?

"Sorry, I'll borrow it first." Wu Xie thought while looking at the noodles.

He cooked a pot of mutton soup. The soup was originally in a crock pot next to it, and it was milky white. When you scoop it lightly, you can scoop out many pieces of meat.With such a soup as the base, the cooked noodles must still be delicious even if nothing is added.Wu Xie nodded and waited for the soup pot to boil. After a while, the soup was hot. He poured in noodles and boiled for a while, then added coriander, shredded green onion, white radish, and poured a layer of red chili oil.So not long after, he took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, filled two bowls of steaming noodles, and brought one of the bowls to Zhang Qiling first.

"Here." He put down the big porcelain bowl and stuffed the chopsticks into Zhang Qiling's hands.

For Wu Xie, as a person who often cooks teeth-making festivals by himself during his study abroad in Japan, he can already control any ordinary dishes, and a mere pot of noodles is not worth mentioning at all.

"Taste my handicraft, eat it together, it's delicious." Wu Xie walked over with his own bowl, and stared at Zhang Qiling seriously. "I don't know your taste, so I decided to follow my own taste. If you can't eat spicy food, I'll cook another pot, but I remember the chief of staff said you can eat it?" Wu Xie picked out mutton noodles with chopsticks, The elasticity is strong, and the bite is full. Take another sip of the soup, the soup is rich in flavor, fragrant but not greasy. "It's really a masterpiece." He said with a faint smile: "Eat it quickly, it's delicious, and there will be peace in the future. I'll just go and open a restaurant."

Zhang Qiling stared at the bowl in front of him.

"Hurry up and eat."

Keep watching.

Wu Xie frowned, and simply moved over with the bowl, and sat next to Zhang Qiling, "If you don't want to eat, I'll come and feed you."

Zhang Qiling seemed to have a reaction, and after a while, he slowly raised his head to look at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling and smiled, put down his own bowl, took the opponent's bowl into his hand, grabbed the chopsticks, and pretended to feed Zhang Qiling. "Open your mouth." He picked up a chopstick of mutton noodles, and stretched his hand to Zhang Qiling's mouth.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the noodles, then suddenly moved to the other side of the bench.

"What are you running for?" Wu Xie put the large porcelain bowl on the table of the Eight Immortals with a "boom", and grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist with his left hand, "Wasting food is a shameful act."

Zhang Qiling was startled, but still didn't speak.

"Zhang Qiling, Zhang Qiling, I beg you not to do this." Wu Xie moved his right hand forward and also grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist, his tone sounded very helpless. "One day, we will usher in peace, and the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and do what they want. All feudal superstitions, conservative ideas, and that evil nation will be sunk into the Mariana Trench. At that time, there will be no children like our parents. Such a tragedy, no one will interfere with their love, and no one will abuse lynching. I am full of hope for the future, and I feel that I should also establish a belief. You have always had faith, you have what you want to do, Just keep doing this, I will support you, regardless of family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, you still have friends, you still have us, you still have..." Wu Xie paused, and suddenly stopped talking, he relaxed Open Qiling's hand, pointed to the mutton noodles, and said, "Eat it, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

The face has not yet cooled down, and it is still steaming white.

Zhang Qiling didn't touch the steaming mutton noodles, but looked at Wu Xie, as if he felt emotions he had never felt before.

"You are not alone." Wu Xie smiled wryly.

He's not alone, he's not alone.Zhang Qiling thought of Wu Xie who gave a speech at the gate of Fat King's cottage a long time ago. At that time, Wu Xie's eyes were as bright as stars, dazzling and unstoppable.It was also at that time that he felt that this group seat seemed to have the same ideals as himself, and they were all unwilling to fight against each other, but they could only fight against each other.

That day was when it all really started.

"Zhang Qiling?" Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling suspiciously, "What are you thinking?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slowly and finally responded.

Seeing Zhang Qiling's reaction, Wu Xie was suddenly extremely happy, "Zhang Qiling." Wu Xie smiled, then paused, and waved his hands again and again, "No, I can't call you like that. Now that the matter has come to an end, I will call you by your first and last name. I feel sorry for myself. You are older than me, and only one year older. You were delivered by my mother, so..." Wu Xie thought for a while, then suddenly raised her voice slightly: "I'll call you brother, okay?"

Bro?Zhang Qiling's expression seemed to be slowly chewing and savoring these two words.

Wu Xie pushed the bowl to Zhang Qiling's eyes, approached her face, and said softly, "Brother, now you have another relative, so don't be sad, eat the mutton noodles first."