It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Practicing calligraphy is the best way to calm the mind. When Mo Wuming took a deep breath and admired his masterpiece today, the light was already dim, and the sun, which had been hiding in the clouds in the second half of the day, would lose its last ray of light.

Mo Wuming, who stood up and twisted his waist, turned around and saw Fang Mian sitting sideways on the newly bought chair with a book in his hand, perhaps aware of his movements, looking up at him.

The smirk on the corner of the mouth froze on the face, I'm fucking, I forgot that there is someone else in the family, and I exposed my true nature.

The expression in his mind has been adjusted to the usual gentle and elegant: "Brother Fang, this chair is very comfortable to sit on. I specially ordered it this morning."

"Indeed." A smile flashed across Fang Mian's eyes, and he rarely echoed Mo Wuming's words.

"It's getting late, I'll go get something to eat." With a heck in his heart, Mo Wuming turned around to go out, then turned around and said, "By the way, if you continue to read, light up the oil lamps and candles, Don't hurt your eyes too much."

"Let me order some." After returning to light the candles and oil lamps, he left silently.

He walked into the kitchen dignifiedly and calmly grabbed the remaining fish in the bucket. The fish resisted fiercely and splashed a splash of water. You are ashamed. Keep moving, keep moving, let's see if you still move."Grab the fainted fish, get up, scrape the scales and cut open the belly, OK, don't mind the insignificant little embarrassments in life, let's eat braised crucian carp today.

When Mo Wuming went out, Fang Mian grinned silently.Thinking of the other party saying that the chair under him is specific to him, I didn't expect this person to understand this. Even if the leader's top chair is exquisite and elegant, it is not more comfortable than this one.This chair has a unique shape and is covered with a layer of cotton cloth. It is soft and elastic, and he has never seen it before.

After sitting for a while, I put down my book and walked out slowly. There was smoke from the houses in the distance, and the mountains were gray. Today...it's getting dark early!

Mo Wuming was cooking the last dish, humming and singing a ditty, and the red dates and millet porridge was ready, let's work together.

.Walking out of the kitchen with the food in hand, I saw Fang Mian standing at the door of the main room looking up at the sky, and greeted, "Brother Fang, what are you looking at, let's eat."

There are new tables and chairs in the hall, which are simple and comfortable.When Fang Mian walked in slowly behind him, Mo Wuming just happened to put the food on the new dining table. Both of them were men with long legs. Sitting on a low stool to eat was extremely aggrieved.

"You eat first, I think it's getting dark early, I'm going to collect the things that are drying outside first."

Fang Mian scanned the hot and delicious-looking meals on the table, picked up the covers on the tray, and covered the dishes one by one.There are a lot of things to dry outside, especially today brought back a lot of new furniture such as bathtubs, which are big and heavy and difficult to move. It may take a long time to clean them up.

By the time Mo Wuming picked up the last item to dry, it was already lightly raining outside.Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he entered the room, candles were lit in the hall, the food on the table was covered with covers, the man sat on the chair with no expression on his face, but Mo Wuming felt gentle and warm for no reason, something was flowing and jumping in his chest , warm, swollen.

Putting down the towel and opening the cover, the food was still steaming, Mo Wuming smiled lowly, raised his head and said to the other side: "Let's eat", his eyes were bright.

"Yeah", he glanced at Mo Wuming, this person seems very happy, what is he happy about?

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is the time of year when it rains again, but the good thing is that it usually does not rain or it rains lightly during the day, and it rains harder and harder at night.

After dinner, Mo Wuming cleaned up and said, "Go back to the back room to digest your food. I'll bring you the washing water and make medicine for you."

Fang Mian nodded, and waited for Mo Wuming to go out with the dishes before walking back to the house.

The rain outside the house is gradually intensifying, and the houses in the distance are more like a pair of blurred ink lines.

When Mo Wuming came in with water, he saw Fang Mian standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back. He didn't know what he was thinking. This person seems to like to be in a daze? !

Putting down the bucket and basin, he instructed: "Brother Fang is injured, you should stay in bed more. It's raining today, and the humidity around the window is heavy, so it's better for Brother Fang not to stand there."

"I see, thank you," Fang Mian nodded.Then he walked to Mo Wuming's side.

"This is the bandaged cloth towel I bought at the clinic today, can I use it to change Brother Fang's dressing?"

"No, thank you brother Mo."

"Brother Fang, you are welcome. If there is a need, Wu Ming is obliged to do so."

"Brother Fang, let's wash up first."

"Ok".

Mo Wuming retreated to the kitchen, finished washing quickly, and began to boil medicine.

After the medicine was ready and the rain was getting tighter, Mo Wuming found an umbrella and walked to the main hall with the medicine in one hand and the umbrella in the other.Putting down the umbrella, he picked up the medicine again, and knocked on the door of the back room.

"The medicine is ready, drink it while it's hot."

Fang Mian took the medicine, let Mo Wuming into the room, drank it all in one gulp, and saw that the other party was cleaning up the basin and bucket, no candied fruit today? !

After taking the dirty water out of the house, Mo Wuming went to the kitchen to fetch water again, preparing to wash himself.He carried the water to the bathroom where the storage was separated, passed by the cabinets in the storage room, and remembered that Fang Mian seemed to like eating candied fruit.I didn't refuse, I ate all the ones left, I guess I like it, right?

I didn't have time to think about it, I forgot when I delivered the medicine to him, and hurriedly dug out a whole pack and walked to the bedroom in the back room.

"Brother Fang, is it convenient to go in now?"

The door creaked open, and Fang Mian looked at him expressionlessly.

Mo Wuming smiled, and handed over the candied fruit, "This is the candied fruit that Brother Fang ate yesterday. I just took some medicine to neutralize the medicinal taste, and it can also be used as a snack at ordinary times."

He raised his hand to the other party again, "Go on."

Fang Mian's eyes flickered, and he took the bag of candied fruit, watching the corners of the other party's mouth getting bigger and bigger, without saying a word.

"You go in and rest in the house. It's windy and cold outside. I'll go wash up."

Soaking in the new bathtub, Mo Wuming sighed comfortably: "It's been a long time since I took a bath, it's really cool, but it's a bit of waste wood and waste water. It's really convenient in modern society, and I don't know how to deal with my aftermath. Yes? My career has just stabilized, and I originally planned to marry a quiet woman!"

Thinking about it, thinking about this life, thinking about Fang Mian, thinking about it, tonight!How are you going to sleep for a while?I didn't sleep much yesterday. I slept in the field at noon today. Now it's raining so hard outside, and the muddy ground is wet. I want to sleep on the bed.How?

Fang Mian is not sure how long he will recuperate from his injuries, he really doesn't want to sleep on the ground every day, it's too bad.The house is simple and the facilities are inconvenient. I can't be so salty. I want to earn money to build a house again.

.Turned over in the bathtub, how can I sleep on the bed?directly?Fang Mian is not a treacherous person, he feels like a person with a cold face and a warm heart when we get along with him all day.

Wow, got up and stepped out of the bathtub, Mo Wuming clenched his fists to cheer himself up, he must bravely fight for the right to sleep on the bed, this is his home! !

Mo Wuming, wearing an inner coat and an outer shirt, and pulling a pair of wet shoes, walked through the main hall and pushed open the door of the inner bedroom.There was only one oil lamp burning in the room, and the dim light only illuminated a small area. Fang Mian leaned against the head of the bed, half of his face was reflected in the light, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. The room was quiet.There was a creaking sound of the door being pushed open, and Fang Mian opened his eyes and looked over.

Not knowing what to say, Mo Wuming smiled and lit a few more candles. The room was much brighter, and the mud from wet shoes was clearly reflected in his eyes.

No one spoke, Mo Wuming walked back and forth indifferently in the room, trying to clean up the space in the house, as if he didn't notice that the ground was getting more and more unsightly.

Fang Mian quietly watched Mo Wuming move the table and chairs, and dug out the bed sheets that had been laid on the floor yesterday from the corner. Seeing that the other party stopped suddenly, he raised his head and looked at him in surprise, the corners of his mouth were a little stiff, as if embarrassed.

"Brother Fang, you lie down and sleep, I'll blow the lamp." Mo Wuming dawdled for a long time, but Fang Mian stopped him from playing the floor. There was no way to use the floor. It was a bit embarrassing! !

"How is Brother Mo?"

"Ah, I'll lie down on the table and rest for the night, and then I'll make a bed tomorrow." After finishing his expression indifferently, he glanced at the other person's expression, but he was still indifferent and expressionless.

Fang Mian ignored the other party's small gestures and nodded his fingers. In his opinion, this person's behavior was too hypocritical.He's just not used to people getting too close, it's nothing to be lying on the same bed with big men, and this man is not a threat.

Too lazy to argue with this person, he said concisely: "Go to bed."

"Ah, oh! Brother Fang doesn't mind, that's fine." Mo Wuming was a little surprised, more embarrassing, this childlike trick really made people blush.It seems that Brother Fang is a straightforward person, but his face is too cold.

"The guest does as he pleases", he straightened up and prepared to make room as he spoke.

"Hey, slow down, I'll do it, I'll clean up what's under me, Brother Fang, pay attention to the injury." Carefully supporting Fang Mian to sit beside him, Mo Wuming took out a quilt in a hurry.

"Brother Fang, I'm laying on the outside, so as not to disturb your recuperation by getting up?"

"Yes, on the same side."

"Ah, oh, good".Originally planning to sleep alone, Mo Wuming changed the bedding when he heard this.

"Brother Fang, lie down, I'm going to blow out the candles, it's getting late, go to sleep."

The lights went out, and there was darkness. Mo Wuming carefully groped and crawled into the bed.The room became quiet, the sound of the rain outside became more and more clear, and the shallow breath not far away entered the eardrums, and turned over gently, unable to fall asleep at all.

In fact, Mo Wuming is less used to having people so close to him than Fang Mian. In modern times, people who like to live alone long for a warm home while rejecting close friendships. He has neither a lover nor a close brother. It's just colleagues in the workplace.

It's not that no one shows affection to him, and it's not that he has no friends at all, but he doesn't have any close friends or confidants that he cares about.

When the person next to him stopped rolling and gradually fell asleep, Fang Mian opened his eyes, touched the sleeping point of the other person, and fell asleep with his eyes closed. He wanted to heal his injuries as soon as possible, how could he just close his eyes and rest his mind.

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today, not happy