Stand by me

(14)

Yuxiang Nakajima rang the doorbell outside the gate, and Ryosuke Yamada ran out to open the door for him.

"Huh? Where's my dad?" He was changing his slippers at the entrance, and was almost stabbed by the big cactus "Stephen" that Yamada put there.

"Uncle took my mother to the hospital for an examination." Yamada took a watering can and sprayed water on his rose arrangement on the round table, "Are you hungry now? Do you want me to cook for you?"

"No need, you play your game." Yu Xiang secretly laughed in his heart. Recently, he has gradually learned about many of Yamada's hobbies other than football, such as making snow globes, pickling pickles in jars, and getting up in the middle of the night to plant flowers and plants... He couldn't help it Tucao in my heart: God, are you a girl?

Nakajima Yuxiang went to the kitchen to get a round bowl, grabbed two handfuls of oatmeal into it, poured milk, dug it with a spoon, and turned on the TV to watch his favorite popular science program "THE World Heritage".This issue introduces the art collection of the Louvre in Paris. "Mona Lisa" Yuxiang doesn't like it very much, she looks like a man; "Broken Arm Venus" is not bad, with beautiful curves and full of vitality; "Goddess of Victory" is so wonderful that people can't help but want to sing "Ode to Joy", as if they can feel the wind that beats the wings.

Yamada Ryosuke sat down at the other end of the couch, Yuxiang avoided his sight, and it may be obvious that Yamada showed strong interest.

His eyes fell on the screen, he didn't move for a long time, and finally said after a long while: "It's really interesting."

The smile on Yuxiang Nakajima's face gradually widened.

"Yes, it's very interesting. Tell me about it."

"The color is very beautiful and tasteful. I think the creators are very serious." Ryosuke Yamada stared at "Goddess of Victory", and suddenly couldn't help saying, "Why... it feels alive."

This sentence is the truth in the hearts of those who love art.

Nakajima Yuxiang was a little moved. At this moment, they were connected, and he hoped that this perfect moment would stop here.Yu Xiang straightened his back, and called calmly and frankly: "Ryosuke, come and sit next to me."

Yamada Ryosuke stopped breathing.He glanced at Yuxiang and muttered, "I'm still sitting here".Sure enough, he was still very afraid of Yuxiang, worried that he would immediately yell at him like a lion king.

Yuxiang Nakajima is the kind of military adviser-type boy. He quietly took out a plate of strawberries from the refrigerator and put them on the tea table. Ryosuke Yamada reached out to eat while watching TV. Yuxiang moved the plate, and Yamada and His distance is getting closer and closer.

Yuxiang Nakajima hugged Ryosuke Yamada in his arms, and put his hands around his waist. He smelled a sweet but not overly sweet scent on Yamada, as if marking a person, it would make people sink go down.

"I have always wanted to invite you to my house to watch this 60-inch TV, but I was worried that the journey would be too far and you would not want to come. Unexpectedly, it is now possible in this way." Yuxiang Nakajima said sadly.

Yuxiang was the first to cry.Ryosuke's tears also fell down.The tears that fell on the back of Yuxiang's hands were warm, but they were not only sad tears, but also warmed to the bottom of my heart.

Dad and Mom Yamada brought back the takeaway from "Ichiran Pavilion", and the four of them sat around the dining table. Although Yuxiang Nakajima would not speak badly to a sick lady, he couldn't help avoiding her existence. The only reason why he was reluctant to sit next to her was because Ryosuke Yamada was here.

"Has the kimchi fried rice at Yiranting become so delicious? The taste has changed." Nakajima Yuxiang said to himself.The kimchi is well fermented and has a cheesey aroma. You can eat another bowl of white rice just by eating this.

I don't know why everyone laughed.

A soft hand rested gently on Nakajima Yuxiang's shoulder.Yuxiang turned around and saw Yamada's mother smiling all over her face. She said, "Ryosuke made the kimchi himself. If you praise him like that, he should be cocky again."

After eating, Nakajima Yuxiang went upstairs silently.The only thing that allowed him to catch his breath was when he was alone, he listened to loud rock music for half an hour, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Yuxiang unscrewed the bathroom door, and Yamada was soaking in the bathtub, his hair was combed back, revealing a smooth forehead and good-looking eyebrows, and the thick and delicate foam tightly covered his lower body.He pulled the towel up to his nose, and looked at Yu Xiang with big bright eyes: "You...you still not leaving?"

"Sorry." Nakajima Yuxiang closed the door hard.He stood against the door, clutching the pajamas tightly in his hands.He knew he was lying, he wanted to jump in the tub and get the goddamn foam off.