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Xia Xinran always felt that there was warmth in Mi Zhiqiu's body.

Curious about all numbers, he searched for this keyword on the Internet and found that the search engine guessed it was the temperature of love, as if to show the unreliability of this answer, related words ranged from 37 degrees 6 to 38 degrees The degree is between 6 and [-], without any certainty, expressing the instability of love to the fullest.

It wasn't until Xia Xin followed Mi Zhiqiu back that he realized that this temperature came from his home.

Mi Zhiqiu's home is in this city. It's hard to imagine that there is such a community hidden in the urban area. Every driveway is surrounded by trees on both sides to form a natural barrier, so quiet that there is only the sound of birdsong.Morning glories and creepers are climbing on the walls of many houses. The flowering season is still far away. They twist and extend upwards, and they seem to be like waterfalls of vines pouring down.The garden fence in front of the house is made of wood, and a Magnolia magnolia fell there tall and straight and evergreen, and the pine cone-like fruit fell on the lawn with a naive look. Xia Xin seemed to have seen the real world of Hayao Miyazaki.

Mi Zhiqiu's mother was as good-looking as she imagined, she looked very young, she greeted them at the door early, and piled soft slippers at their feet.

Mi Zhiqiu introduced Xia Xinran to her, and she blinked and praised Xia Xinran for being handsome.

His father and Mi Zhiqiu didn't look the same, they were much more serious, except for saying hello at first and watching TV all the time, but Xia Xin suddenly noticed that when Mi Zhiqiu's mother talked to him, a small dimple would appear on his face , exactly the same as Mi Zhiqiu's.

Xia Xin suddenly looked at the snacks and fruits piled up in front of him, and somewhat understood where the softness under Mi Zhiqiu's appearance came from. He whispered to Mi Zhiqiu, "Your dimples are inherited from your father."

Mi Zhiqiu replied in a daze, "No, he dropped it when he was too naughty when he was young."

The Christmas vibe overflowed from the TV.

Saying it was a birthday, everyone didn't even go to the dining room. A few people put a pot on the low coffee table in the living room and started cooking hot pot. The ingredients were spread all over the floor.

Apart from being with her peers, Xia Xin experienced this kind of casualness of sitting on the ground for the first time, and became a little relaxed to add vegetables to the pot.Mi Zhiqiu's mother knocked on the edge of the pot and reminded him, "Eat more meat, how can you eat hot pot without meat?"

Xia Xin suddenly found a chance to speak and put down his chopsticks, "Mi Zhiqiu won't let me buy gifts, so I can only wish Auntie a happy birthday verbally."

Mi Zhiqiu's mother felt that this was such a sensible child, "I heard from Mi Mi that your birthday just passed, come here, hurry up and make a birthday wish."

So Xia Xinran watched his aunt take the pot as big as a washbasin and let him make a wish on the flames on the gas stove. Many birthdays have passed in the past few days, but Xia Xinran was afraid that the auntie would not be able to hold it for long, so she hurriedly folded her hands and faced it. The Unquenchable Fire exhaled.

Now he also knew where Mi Zhiqiu's nonsense came from.

Mi Zhiqiu may have gotten used to it, he lowered his head and found the ones containing shrimp slips and potatoes from various dishes on the ground, and put them in Xia Xinran's hand.

Xia Xin hadn't eaten hot pot with Mi Zhiqiu before, but he was precisely found his favorite dish, so he looked at Mi Zhiqiu.

The dense mist blurred the flavors together, Mi Zhiqiu looked at his questioning eyes and thought, don't you always add these two things when you eat self-heating hot pot.

A guy who likes supper.Mi Zhiqiu, who used to be a cat who could only watch on the sidelines, complained for a while.

"What's wrong?" Mi Zhiqiu looked normal.

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "You are really good at reading faces."

This seems to be a well-established reason. Whenever Mi Zhiqiu knew Xia Xinran too much, the two of them would tacitly mention the strange power and confusion. Mi Zhiqiu said it smoothly, and Xia Xinran believed it vaguely.

But this superstition seems so reasonable, like the fate mentioned by Mi Zhiqiu, or Xia Xin would suddenly check the temperature of love on Baidu.

With the air conditioner on, the winter day after taking a shower may be just right at 37 degrees 6.

Xia Xinran was studying Mi Zhiqiu's bookshelf while waiting for him to take a shower.It's not so much a bookshelf as a wall, and there are even some children's things on it. It's obvious that they have lived here for many years.

Mi Zhiqiu saw him thinking seriously when he walked in.

"What are you looking at?"

"Have you read such profound things since you were a child?" Xia Xin suddenly pointed to the bookshelf.

Mi Zhiqiu was carrying two glasses of milk and a jar of honey, "Obviously not. When I was in college, I moved all the books to the attic. These are newly bought."

It makes sense to think so, Xia Xin suddenly looked at a small oil painting hanging on the bookshelf and asked, "I found out that you have a lot of oil paintings in your house, also in the corridor, even in the toilet."

"The toilet doesn't deserve to have decorations." Mi Zhiqiu was amused, "I drew these."

Xia Xin suddenly didn't expect this answer, and looked at the painting, "Then why didn't you continue in this direction?"

Mi Zhiqiu shook his head, "It's just that I can draw. My violin is older than me, so I don't know how to take the road of music."

Xia Xin suddenly came to a conclusion, "It turns out that Mi Mi is an artist."

Mi Zhiqiu had a headache and Xia Xinran called him that again, "My mother taught me a lot of things on a whim before, but she is just a puppet of quality education."

I often hear people say that exam-oriented education is a puppet, but this is the first time I have heard people comment on quality education in this way. Xia Xin suddenly felt a little funny, "So you don't like it?"

Mi Zhiqiu didn't affirm this sentence, "That's not true."

"Then what do you like?" Xia Xin suddenly remembered that he also said that he didn't like his current major.

Mi Zhiqiu shrugged and put the milk on the table, "Maybe you like whatever you want, such as reading."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at his entire collection of Borges' poems, and continued the topic, "Do you know, when you were drunk before, you told me which poem by Borges you liked the most."

Mi Zhiqiu recalled that he felt a dull headache when he was drunk, "There are other prerequisites, I probably don't have any favorite poems."

Xia Xin was not afraid of being exposed suddenly, so he made up another question, "Well, someone asked what kind of confession is more handsome."

Mi Zhiqiu opened the lid of the honey, and guessed which song he would subconsciously say, "But if I was sober, I would definitely not say this song, it's too nasty."

Xia Xin was suddenly curious, "Then what would you say?"

Mi Zhiqiu scooped a spoonful of honey from the bottle and stirred it into the milk.

"I might say a passage from South of the Border, West of the Sun."

The spoon slammed against the wall of the cup and made a clattering sound, as if it was sounding the initial sound for Mi Zhiqiu's answer.

"I still remember almost everything about you. From how to sharpen a pencil to putting a few cubes of sugar in black tea."

As the amber honey melted into the milk bit by bit, Mi Zhiqiu asked and answered.

"How many do you put?"

"Two."

The sound and the sloshing of the liquid stopped. Mi Zhiqiu put the glass of milk in front of Xia Xinran, licked the unmelted honey on the spoon, then bit the spoon, covered the lid of the honey, and did not add anything to his own glass. mean.

It's about the coming of understanding again, when people can't explain something, they can hear the answer they want.

It seems that from the first time they got along, Mi Zhiqiu knew that he liked to drink sweet milk.

Xia Xin suddenly realized that this was honey specially brought for him.