it's dark, coax me

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Zhou Xing handed over the toilet paper in his hands somewhat unnaturally.

Gu Xiu pursed his lips and took it.

Neither of them said much about it, but after that, the expressions and movements of the two of them obviously seemed a little unnatural.

Zhou Xing originally thought it was just a cold, and it would be fine after taking the medicine, but the facts proved that once a person who is not usually sick is sick, it is not a minor illness.

Although Zhou Xing took the medicine on time, his condition seemed to be a bit menacing, and his hoarseness became worse the next day.

At this time, even Gu Xiu couldn't help feeling that Qian Jing was planning for a rainy day, and the anti-inflammatory drugs came in handy at this time.

Fortunately, after taking the antipyretics, Zhou Xing's fever symptoms were relieved, and the fever did not continue, otherwise he might have to be sent to the hospital.

Because Zhou Xing's throat was inflamed, Gu Xiu asked him to talk less after that, let him not do cooking, and he suddenly became an idler.

It was also in this situation that Zhou Xing discovered that there was an unexpected tacit understanding between him and Gu Xiu.

Sometimes Gu Xiu can understand what he is thinking with just one action without him opening his mouth.

The tacit understanding can be said to be mysterious and mysterious. The two people have just known each other not long ago, but it seems that they have known each other for a long time. There are many things that have been understood without saying anything.

During this period, Zhou Xing felt as if he was seriously ill, and his diet and daily life were carefully taken care of, which made him dumbfounded and moved.

It's just that he is not a person who is good at accepting care from others, the more meticulous Gu Xiu takes care of him, sometimes the more embarrassed he will feel.

Not only was he bothering Gu Xiu himself, there was also an episode with Zhang Wanwan.

Gu Xiu usually likes to touch Zhang Wanwan's head. When he smoothed Zhang Wanwan's hair today, he suddenly found a piece of skin on the back of his head that was hard to the touch, which was different from the surrounding skin.

Gu Xiu brushed off its hair and inspected it carefully, and then found that there was a long hair in that area.

In fact, ringworm in dogs is not a serious illness. The ringworm on Zhang Wanwan's head is only the size of a finger pulp, and it will heal quickly after applying ointment.

Zhou Xing here is a medicine that no one takes, but there are all kinds of medicines that dogs usually use.

Zhang Wanwan likes to take a bath, but he doesn't like to have a hair dryer. Because of this, he has suffered from skin diseases before.

Having gained experience, Zhou Xing went straight to get the ointment when he saw this.

He originally planned to come here by himself, but Zhang Wanwan's hair was too thick, and the long hair was covered by the surrounding hair, so it was not easy to apply medicine.

Gu Xiu thought about it, and asked Zhou Xing, "Are there any tools for shaving?"

Zhou Xing really has it here. Zhou Xing used to shave Zhang Wanwan's hair all over his body short for the sake of escaping the summer heat.

Zhou Xing felt good about it, but it turned out that Zhou Xing's aesthetics were obviously different from Zhang Wanwan's. Zhang Wanwan was unhappy because of this for a while, and since then he hated the razor. He even ignored Zhou Xing for several days.

It wasn't until Zhou Xing stewed its bones that it was coaxed, but after that, it never let Zhou Xing touch its precious hair again.

Apparently Zhang Wanwan still remembers the psychological shadow at that time deeply. When Zhou Xing came over with the razor, he stood up from the ground almost immediately, turned around and ran away.

Seeing this, Gu Xiu was a little amused, and stood in front of it, stopping it.

Zhou Xing stepped forward at the right time, grabbed the dog chain around his neck, and made it stay in place obediently.

Zhang Wanwan was so aggrieved that he even followed the example of a puppy and let out a barking sound. You must know that it is usually majestic, but it is barking directly.

Gu Xiu really didn't expect that military dogs could be cute. He smiled and stroked Zhang Wanwan, and stroked his fur to comfort him, and his mood stabilized a bit.

However, this obviously didn't last long. When Zhou Xing picked up the razor, it returned to its vigilant state.

Gu Xiu stretched out his hand to Zhou Xing, "Give me the razor."

Zhou Xing handed over the razor, and at the same time controlled Zhang Wanwan, beckoning him to do it.

Zhang Wanwan seemed to recognize not only the razor but also people. After realizing that the razor was not in Zhou Xing's hands, he relaxed again.

Gu Xiu looked at Zhou Xing with a smile, and the meaning in his eyes was clearly "Look, what did you do to it before to make it so against you?" '

Zhou Xing shook his head and laughed.

After that, Gu Xiu fed it some fruit and started shaving at the same time.

Zhang Wanwan can be said to be a professional foodie. When he sees what to eat, he puts it behind his head. He only stops to feel it when Gu Xiu is doing it. It seems to be sure what Gu Xiu is doing and finds that it doesn't hurt or itch. I didn't care anymore and continued to eat.

Gu Xiu quickly shaved off a small piece of hair on its head, exposing the long hair.

Zhou Xing handed over the ointment in a timely manner, Gu Xiu unscrewed the ointment, and evenly applied it on the back of Zhang Wanwan's head.

Zhang Wanwan seemed to feel a little cold, so he looked up, but he couldn't see the position of the back of his head anyway, so he gave up quickly.

It bowed its head and continued to eat.

After confirming that Gu Xiu had applied the ointment, Zhou Xing let go of the restraint on Zhang Wanwan.

Gu Xiu brushed the hair off the razor, and then handed the razor to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing looked at Gu Xiu's hand holding the razor, and patted his head.

More than half a month has passed, and his hair has grown a little longer than before. He smiled and said, "Seeing that you have a good handicraft, why don't you help me shave my head too?"

Gu Xiu stared at Zhou Xing's head for a moment, he was a little eager to move, but also a little hesitant, "I have never shaved my hair before, so I don't know what it will look like..."

"It's okay, just give it a try. If it doesn't work out, just shave it off. It won't take long for the hair to grow back."

Zhou Xing doesn't care much about his own image, and he doesn't like to go to the barber shop very much. He often cuts his hair twice by himself.

Gu Xiu didn't speak.

Zhou Xing looked at him with a smile, "Want to try?"

"Okay, but this razor..."

Gu Xiu looked at the tools in his hand.

Zhou Xing smiled and said, "I'll get you the clipper."

The razor in Gu Xiu's hand was prepared for Zhang Wanwan alone. Zhou Xing went to his room, took the clipper, and handed it to Gu Xiu.

Gu Xiu thought for a while, went to get a towel, and then imitated the barber shop, wrapped the towel around Zhou Xing's neck.

His hand touched Zhou Xing's head.

Zhou Xing's hair was very short, and it felt slightly prickly to the touch. When the palm of his hand brushed his hair, it felt slightly numb and slightly itchy.

The itchiness seemed to be transmitted to Gu Xiu's heart through the palm of his hand, and he felt a little itchy in his heart.

Gu Xiu's movements this time were very slow, and it felt different from the last time he played with him and touched his head. Zhou Xing was rarely touched by someone's hair like this, and he could even feel the coolness on Gu Xiu's hand. temperature.

He tilted his head back, looked at Gu Xiu with a smile, "It's fine to shave the whole body a little shorter."

Gu Xiu was caught off guard, and felt that his hand suddenly changed its curvature. At this moment, he felt in a trance that the current Zhou Xing seemed to be Zhang Wanwan who always put his head next to his hand, eager for him to touch.

Gu Xiu responded softly, turned on the switch of the fader, and a slight vibration sounded.

Zhou Xing's head shape is very round, with a feeling of being upright. Gu Xiu slowly pushed along his head.

Gu Xiu's movements were very gentle, and his scalp felt comfortable with the slight touch.

Zhou Xing's eyes fell on the glass in front of him, and he could vaguely see Gu Xiu's figure through the glass.

Gu Xiu's expression was serious, and the action of shaving his head was cautious and cautious, as if he was not shaving someone's hair now, but performing an operation.

Zhou Xing would subconsciously look at Gu Xiu at ordinary times, and would unconsciously cast his eyes on Gu Xiu.

Gu Xiu is different from other people he has met, for him it seems to have a special magic power, always attracting his attention.

When Gu Xiu is sad, when he is happy, when he is in a daze, when he is serious...

He has seen too many Gu Xius, and sometimes he can even predict some of Gu Xiu's small movements, but even so, he still feels that he has not seen enough, and his eyes still chase Gu Xiu subconsciously many times.

Time flowed quietly, until after a while, the slight humming stopped, and Zhou Xingfang realized that it was over.

Gu Xiu touched his head with his hand, the hair became harder after it became shorter, and the tactile sensation from the hair touching the palm became more obvious.

His hand rested on his head for a while, obsessively, before brushing off his broken hair, and asked, "Look, is this okay?"

Zhou Xing turned on the phone's camera, looked at it as a whole, and said with a smile, "It's pretty good."

Zhou Xing took off the towel and took a quick shower. After that, he looked at the mirror carefully, and somehow felt that after Gu Xiu's transformation, the person in the mirror looked much more energetic.

He subconsciously thought of Gu Xiu's hands, which were white, thin, delicate and slightly cool to the touch.

Those are the hands of a writer.

Countless words flowed from his hands.

Zhou Xing subconsciously glanced at his hands.

His hands are not as delicate as Gu Xiu's. His hands are wider, with well-defined joints, a mixture of strength and roughness. These hands looked okay, but upon closer inspection, one could see that there were even some calluses on his hands.

After all, they are not the same kind of people.

He turned on the faucet and flushed his face, and the cold water touched his cheeks, finally suppressing his chaotic thoughts that he didn't know why.