ashamed

Si Jun has a total of five properties in his residence, and the one with a relatively clean environment was given to his father. Right now, this one is not the largest and most luxurious, a duplex apartment of less than [-] square meters. It was just a few years ago because of Appreciating the location advantage here, I bought it on a whim for fun.

Afterwards, he forgot the reason why he didn't let it go to waste or gave it away, but now he somehow understood the meaning of unintentionally planting willows.

"arrive."

It is really close to Tong Youming's school, even if you walk for less than 10 minutes, Si Jun came all the way without relying on the navigation, but it took a lot of time to find the key card in the car. The street lights in the neighborhood were dimly lit.

At that time, Si Jun asked the housekeeping service of the community property to clean it once a week on Friday, so the house was clean and airy except that it was not very popular, and the decoration was simple and refreshing. In Gong Junye's words, it looked like people lived here. A carefree single dude with no fucking zest for life.

——But it should not be so lonely from now on.

Si Jun brought in Tong Youming's luggage from left to right, and looked back at the boy who was changing shoes in the entrance. He didn't look at his shoes presumptuously like others because of novelty, but just took a quick glance at his shoes. Put it on the shelf, just like what Si Jun knew, he was young but not surprised, always modest and calm, doing what he should do properly.

He followed Si Jun to the guest room, walked behind and whispered hesitantly, "...I'm causing you trouble."

"Thank you."

He didn't understand the man's motive for doing this, and he didn't want to speculate on other people's minds. Of course, he had no reason to refuse.

"You're welcome."

The man put his hand in his pocket and slightly hooked his head. When passing by, he naturally reached out and rubbed the top of his head, "I need you more."

Tong Youming washed his hands in the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to check the available ingredients. The types of seasonal vegetables were limited, and he found a box of Japanese tofu and a pack of seafood. Through the frosted packaging bag, he saw that there were fresh scallops and squid.

There was a shower sound in the bathroom next door, and he raised his voice and asked, "Mr. Si, do you have any taboos?"

"No." The other party answered very readily.

It all depends on his improvisation.Dr. Tong felt that he was facing a huge challenge, and he held the kitchen knife tightly with the attitude of performing an operation.

——He didn't even have time to ask Si Jun, how do you know I can cook?

When Si Jun came out, he had just fried chrysanthemum chrysanthemum with garlic, put it on a plate and put it aside, seafood tofu was still simmering in the pot, and he couldn't leave people beside him, but at this time his mobile phone rang.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and put it on his shoulder, holding the pot in a hurry, and just said "Hello" to the roommate who called to inquire, and behind him was the sound of a man walking over in two or three steps, and then he barely stuck it to his ear Si Jun grabbed the phone, his neck lightened suddenly, and his voice became smoother, "Third brother? Have you found a place to live?"

The man stood behind him, very close, he could feel his back touching the other's chest, and he could distinguish the mint scent of the shower gel from the oily smoke; his hands were around his waist, and Tong Youming stiffened unconsciously After a while, he saw Si Jun holding a cigarette in his hand and borrowing a fire from the stove.

"No! I'm a forced child in this school," his rough Shandong roommate cursed in a muffled voice, "I can only share a big bed room with the fourth and fifth... What about you? You can go home It's a little far."

Tong Youming leaned over and took a slightly larger plate, and when he moved, Si Jun's hand holding the phone followed him, "Ah...a friend here kindly helped me."

"Huh!? Girlfriend?"

"Boy, friend..." Tong Youming put the dishes on the plate calmly, took the phone from Si Jun's hand and wiped the other's fingertips. He hugged him, and because of the perfect height difference, he comfortably rested his chin on Tong Youming's unnaturally shrunken neck, and leisurely put out the cigarette butt on the edge of the pool.

Tong Youming was dumbfounded.

The roommate suddenly fell silent when he heard this, thinking that something happened to him, "You Ming? What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just finished cooking." Si Jun heard him trying to hold his breath, "I have to show some sincerity when I live in someone else's house, don't you..."

"Hey, yes, no matter how you say it, it's better to live at home than outside. Then what, you can eat, I'll call to express condolences."

"Hey, thank you, leader." He carefully placed one hand on Si Jun's shoulder, his skin was warm under the soft singlet, "Tell me if you need any daily necessities, um, goodbye."

Si Jun waited cheekily for him to hang up the phone, and reached out to pat him on the back.

"Mr. Si, next time...before this," he heard Tong Youming's helpless voice after deliberation: "Say hello to me."

He smiled cheekily, "Oh, good."

It was 20 years ago that Si Jun ate Tong Youming's cooking for the first time.

But for things that live in memory, any details will be magnified by inexplicable feelings to a degree that is shocking enough, including mistakes made.

That day when he was out socializing, he was so drunk by the people at the bar, and when he got home, no one took care of him. Tong Youming took a taxi directly from the school dormitory, dragged him into the bathroom and wiped his body without asking or saying anything. He changed his clothes, and because he was afraid of his hangover headache, he suppressed his sleepiness to cook for him, and fed him hangover soup one bite at a time.

But the first thing Si Jun did when he woke up was to pin him on the bed.

You can't expect gentleness from a drunk man.It was the first time for Tong Youming, and all the strength he had was used to cope with his brutality. Afterwards, he bled as a matter of course, but he even had to wipe the medicine himself.At most, Si Jun coaxed him to comfort him, because they were both men, so they couldn't expect so much love and care.

Tong Youming realized at that time that he didn't love her that much.

One point of love is love, and one point of love is also love. When I was young and frivolous, I never thought about calculating less and more, just like trying my best to grab the rope handed over by the other party, and followed him with hope, but found that I didn't walk much. The step is over.

—and there is no way back.

After eating, Tong Youming went to take a bath.

He stood quietly under the bubbling hot water with his hands down, the sound of the water was heard in his ears, his eyes were sore and hot, and his fatigue was washed all the way to the soles of his feet.Looking beyond the dense white mist, I saw the towels that had obviously been tidied up on the ledge, and they were brand new and dry to the touch.

Si Jun was washing the dishes next door a few steps away from him, and the ceramic tableware and wooden chopsticks collided lightly with each other, and he remembered his back showing through the door, with his sleeves rolled up, which was more reserved and regular than before. The silly simplicity of the family man looks strangely familiar.

He still can't figure it out.In fact, they haven't known each other for long, and they have only met each other very little. He still doesn't know who Si Jun is, what kind of habits and character he has, but that person has been trying to get close to him in a way that he doesn't hate.

So he didn't mind trying to get to know each other, and continued to interact with each other with an unsure goodwill, as an acceptance of this exposure.

No fate worth mentioning.At least I can say one thing when we are apart, you see, I tried my best to like you, but I'm sorry, I have tried my best.

Tong Youming was almost amused by his own lines, and quickly restrained his expression when he walked out the door.

By the way, lighten your steps.

Because he saw the man taking a nap on the sofa in the living room, the TV in the distance was still on, and he still kept a lamp, a thin layer of light shrouded his face, and deep and shallow shadows were on the eye sockets and the bridge of the nose.

He may be too tired.

Tong Youming took two steps and took off the slippers again, and walked to the front with bare feet without a sound, and put back Si Jun's outstretched hand, he felt his thin and long fingers, the palm was rough and warm.

The sound of the TV suddenly disappeared, and Si Jun opened his eyes.

"Mr. Si." The boy whispered, "Go to sleep in your room."

"I'll stay until you fall asleep."

He always felt that his hand touched something just now.

But it was such a nostalgic touch.