In the name of array

Zhao Jie said surprisingly: "We live together."

Li Xiucheng: "?"

Hara Ze: "!"

Li Xiucheng thought to himself, have everyone been pierced by their souls today?

He clutched his aching stomach, and angrily said to Zhao Jie: "Don't you know how to stop another car?"

Zhao Xie took it for granted, as if what he said was the truth: "We are all neighbors, why waste social resources?"

Oh, it turned out to be a neighbor.

Li Xiucheng sat in the co-pilot's seat, and said to Yuan Ze: "Let's take a step first, then contact me."

Yuan Ze nodded: "Okay."

After the vehicle drove away, Yuan Ze stood there for a while before getting into the taxi.

Maybe, he should find a chance to come to City H, he thought.

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After Li Xiucheng got out of the car, he and Zhao Jie walked towards the gate of the community. Li Xiucheng took out the access control card and swiped the gate. The two entered the elevator together and reached the gate of 1607 in silence.

Li Xiucheng pressed his fingerprints to open the door, and was thinking of saying something to end the panic of the night, when he turned around, he saw that Zhao Jie had already opened the door of 1609, and went straight into the room.

So... the soul wear is over?

Li Xiucheng snorted coldly, entered the room and closed the door.

After Li Xiucheng entered the room, he turned on the floor heating, drew the curtains, took off his clothes that smelled of alcohol and tobacco, threw them into the washing machine, and went straight to the bathroom naked.

Li Xiutang's punch was not light, and the side of his lower abdomen was already covered with bruises.

After taking a shower, Li Xiucheng was about to wipe his hair with a towel when he heard the doorbell rang loudly.

He wrapped a bath towel in the room, went to the door and opened the peephole to look out, Zhao Jie's figure appeared in the peephole.

He opened the door and cast a questioning look at Zhao Jie.

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As soon as the door opened, Li Xiucheng appeared in front of Zhao Jie with steam all over his body.

The hair was wet on the forehead, and water droplets continued to drip down the hair to the thick black eyebrows, and then slid down the thick black eyebrows to the end of the eyes.

It may be that the temperature of the bath water was too high, Li Xiucheng's face was flushed, and the eyelashes stained with water made Li Xiucheng's pupils darker, like an endless abyss.

The water droplets ran along the end of the eyes to the jaw line, then slid all the way to the chin, and fell on Li Xiucheng's white and strong chest, and merged with a water spot on the chest to form a large water drop, moving towards the waist along the thin texture Rolled away, finally passed a piece of bruise, landed on the towel in the room, and disappeared.

Perhaps Zhao Xie's eyes were too straightforward, Li Xiucheng's mind buzzed, and he suddenly realized how inappropriate it was for him to appear in front of Zhao Xie wearing only a bath towel.

In order to hide the panic in his heart, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom without asking any questions.

Zhao Jie looked at Li Xiucheng's smooth and slender legs stepping on the floor, walking towards the bedroom step by step with water stains.

When Li Xiucheng put on home clothes in the bedroom and came out, Zhao Jie was already sitting on the sofa.

He pulled a towel to wipe his hair and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Jie got up and handed over the ointment in his hand, glanced at Li Xiucheng's waist and abdomen and said, "It reduces swelling and blood stasis."

The strings in Li Xiucheng's heart trembled slightly again. He put the towel on his neck, took the ointment and did not speak, the atmosphere in the room became a little unclear.

This weird feeling came again.

Li Xiucheng played with the ointment in his hand, thinking about what he should say at this time, but then he felt that what he said was inappropriate. He was in a dilemma alone, but he heard Zhao Jie say: "Then, rest early."

Hearing these words, Li Xiucheng let out a sigh of relief as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, and felt that somewhere in his heart was suddenly empty, empty, and a bit disappointed.

He watched Zhao Jie's back as he walked towards the door, and said in his heart, "Thank you."

Li Xiucheng didn't sleep very well at night, probably because of the injury in his waist and abdomen. Whenever he turned over, he felt tearing pain.

The beating drums are endless, and the blood is bleeding for thousands of miles.

He looked at the old and weak team in front of him, touched the wound on his waist, and felt infinite sadness in his heart.

The whole country was displaced under the flames of war, and the city where they temporarily lived was once again occupied by the enemy, except for Tongzhou, which was guarded by King Anqing, which was the only pure land of Jokhang.

He no longer remembered that this was the first time they set off, he only remembered that the road to Tongzhou was long and difficult.

Along the way, people who had left their homes kept following them, and disappeared in the looting and strangulation of the enemy.

Although he is used to seeing life and death, he still feels disgusted by the stumps and broken arms that can be seen everywhere on the road.

Someone patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

He put his hands down from his waist and said, "It's nothing serious."

At this time, a small team suddenly rushed out from a small road and surrounded them.

When the two of them teamed up to wipe out the enemy army, they had no strength at all, and the people who followed them were almost dead.

The two looked at each other's embarrassment and smiled miserably.

He heard something was wrong in the other party's laughter. He turned behind the other party and saw a huge gash in the other party's back. It was even more ferocious.

There was severe pain in his body, as if he was the one who was cut open in the back.

Li Xiucheng opened his eyes and felt the dull pain for a while, before he realized that it was his sleeping position that pulled the bruised muscles in his waist and abdomen.

He dreamed again that he was fighting with the enemy's sword on the battlefield.

He has been dreaming of scenes like this intermittently since he can remember.

Like a complete story line, the protagonist in the story sometimes flees, sometimes fights on the battlefield, and also has a time of worrying about the wind and rain in the academy. There is also a beautiful paradise, and there is peace with the situation. The years are quiet and good, but more often he seems to be looking for people endlessly.

He sometimes wonders absurdly, is his dream telling him something?But when he thought about it carefully, he tried to connect the disordered dreams together, but he couldn't find any special rules.

It's not right to say that, no matter it's the tragedy when fleeing and fighting, or the beauty when the years are quiet, there is always a vague figure by his side, passionate but he can't see his face clearly.

But in his more dreams, he was chasing and searching for shadows, endlessly searching for the figure of the person whose face he had never seen clearly.

He wanted to push back to the source, but he had no direction.

Because dreams are conscious activities that cannot be understood by common sense.

He often wonders, is he really living in this world?

Is he Zhuang Zhou or Die?

He is not a psychiatrist, so he cannot explore and analyze the meaning of dreams. After the absurd ideas are broken by reality, he is more inclined to understand his dreams in this way, which is a kind of catharsis of yearning for freedom through his own status quo.

But virtual dreams cannot escape the shackles of real life.

Zhao Ye said that he would come to play games with him today.

He took out his phone to check the time, it was already 9 o'clock.

He got up and opened the thick curtains, the mild and unruffled sunlight sprinkled on the floor, he folded his body and covered the dream bubbles in the flattened bed.

After washing up, I walked into the kitchen on a whim, thinking about making a simple breakfast for myself.

He poured an appropriate amount of water into the milk pot, and when the water boiled, he cracked two eggs and put them into the boiling water. He watched the eggs coagulate white in the boiling water, and the two eggs stuck together.

He picked up the spatula and carefully turned the eggs over, and tried to separate the eggs that were stuck together. One accidentally broke the egg yolk, and the golden egg liquid quickly condensed into egg flowers in the boiling water.

Very good, get out and become egg drop soup.

Or, do it all over again?

But what about this egg drop soup?

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Li Xiucheng thought to himself, didn't he be asked to come after 10 o'clock?

So unpunctual!

He turned down the fire and went to open the door, but the expected Zhao Ye did not appear, and outside the door was Zhao Jie dressed in home clothes.

With a double breakfast in his hand, he asked, "Have you eaten?"

Li Xiucheng weighed the spatula in his hand and said, "I'm planning to do it."

Zhao Jie's mouth twitched: "Then do you mind eating together?"

After Li Xiucheng let him in and settled Zhao Jie on the dining table, he stood in front of the pot of egg drop soup again.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Jie who was dividing the food. He found the shallots from the refrigerator, washed them, chopped them, put them in the soup bowl, put some salt, and then poured the boiling egg drop soup into the bowl.

He handed the egg drop soup in front of Zhao Jie, looked at the neatly arranged dumplings and pan-fried buns and said, "Just eat with the soup."

Turn around and go back to the kitchen, pour water into the milk pot, and crack an egg after the water boils.

This time, an only egg had no chance of sticking again. He carefully shoveled the bottom of the pot with a spatula. After the water boiled again, he poured the egg in the milk pot together with the soup into the plate, and picked it up again. Drain the excess water from the plate, pour a little soy sauce on it, and it looks exactly like the picture on the phone.

He sat down at the dining table with a plate in his hand, and Zhao Jie asked, "What is yours?"

Li Xiucheng: "Get out."

Zhao Jie looked up at Li Xiucheng.

Li Xiucheng put down the plate and showed him: "literally, boil the water and get out."

Zhao Jie looked at the solid bowl of egg drop soup in front of him, and then at the egg drop soup in front of Li Xiucheng, thinking that if he hadn't come, Li Xiucheng's breakfast would be egg drop soup with eggs?

After eating the last fried bun, Zhao Jie wiped his mouth with a paper towel and said, "There are many soft tissue bruises on Li Xiutang's face." He pointed to his temple, "Here, if he didn't miss it, he might have a concussion." .”

Li Xiucheng looked at him in confusion.

Zhao Jie asked, "Have you studied?"

Li Xiucheng: "No."

Zhao Jie said with a smile: "He is quite talented, and he only picks the key points to attack."

Li Xiucheng sneered: "If you really pick the key to hit, why don't you send your breakfast into the bureau right now?"

As soon as the words came out, Li Xiucheng regretted it. Zhao Jie just brought him a breakfast by the way, just like he had brought him a breakfast by the way before. It can be the relationship of sending 'prison meal' to the other party.

Zhao Jie didn't notice it, and raised his eyebrows and asked: "Oh, I mean, I was still cautious at the time, why did he mess with you?"

Many things are time-sensitive, and so are grievances.

At that time, in that environment and atmosphere, he almost said it, but now he lost his interest. He is not a kid who ran home to complain to his parents after being bullied outside.

Besides, what kind of parent is Zhao Jie?

He tidied up the lunch boxes and bags and said, "He owes a beating."

Zhao Jie stretched out his hand to him, and he handed him the lunch box bag in his hand, as if they had done this kind of thing thousands of times, he scratched the end of his brow lightly, and started to clean up the dishes.

Zhao Jie took the lunch box and bag, threw it into the kitchen waste bin and said, "He owes a little beating."

Surprised, Li Xiucheng stood by the sink and squinted at him: "Aren't you friends?"

Zhao Jie followed and picked up a dish and began to wash, asking, "What do you think is a friend?"

Li Xiucheng looked at the person who was skillfully washing the dishes in front of him, and that inexplicable sense of fit came again.

Li Xiucheng opened his mouth and said, "People who have friendship with each other except lovers and relatives."

This time it was Zhao Jie who squinted at him.

Li Xiucheng took the bowl from Zhao Jie, put it in the disinfection cabinet and asked, "So you are willing to waste your time on people who are not friends?"

There were not many bowls and chopsticks used for breakfast. Zhao Jie handed the last clean bowl to Li Xiucheng and said, "He wants to get resources from me, and I want to get information from him. It is mutually beneficial and not wasteful." .”

Li Xiucheng nodded: "Oh."

The author has something to say:

Small solution: Just get out and drink egg drop soup, do you love eggs so much? ￣ω￣

Trash can: That egg drop soup was originally mine! ('Dish?)