Strange disease

Speaking of which, the fact that I would go to Xi Rong's house for dinner once aroused great confusion among my classmates.

At the beginning, every time I told my roommates that I couldn't go to the cafeteria with them, but rushed out of school after class, they would feel very strange.

You know, one of the great joys of college life is that after more than ten years of hard study, I can finally get out of the control of my parents one day. Anyway, I am thousands of miles away from home, and I can do whatever I want. They may have never seen someone like I am such, such an "honest" child.

I had no choice but to explain patiently, but after explaining and explaining, I couldn't figure out what the relationship between me and Xi Rong was.

friend?Doctors and potential patients?

It seems that there is no way to describe it.

Most of them thought that Xi Rong was a distant relative or guardian of my family, and then passed on, and for some reason they began to jokingly call him godfather.

I don't care much about this title, or what other people think, but one time, when Xi Rong came to pick me up from school, someone booed beside me, saying, Ruan Li, your godfather is here!

Xi Rong didn't say anything on the spot, but when she got home, she said in a rather solemn tone, I don't need anything in return from you.

Hearing him say that, I didn't feel any joy in my first reaction.

Chest tightness, a little sour, a little unspeakable.

At that moment, a thought came to my mind - I wish he was really my "godfather".

Because I want him to sleep with me.

It's okay not to give money.

But obviously, it's my wishful thinking.

I sighed silently, thinking that even if I washed up and lay in front of him, he would probably kick me out of bed, and then never want me again, and never care about me being bothersome and holding a grudge against him. I'm thinking of a guy now.

After I realized that I liked him, I often fell into a kind of self-entanglement and depression. Sometimes I finally looked forward to coming to his house on Friday, and it seemed that I was not as happy as before.

Like a thief, I carefully observed him, hoping to find a trace of evidence that he was also so unusual to me.

After all, one of the great illusions in life is that he likes me too.

Sometimes I also have this illusion, because he is really good to me, and the other bedroom in his house assumes that I have reserved it by default. Every time I come, I can smell that the bedding has been freshly dried and the sun is clean and warm. smell.

I don't think any ordinary friend can wash his hands and make soup for a stranger every day.

But there were also moments, like the moment when he said, "I don't need anything in return," and it dawned on me that all this was my delusion.

I shouldn't and can't ask for more.

What's more, we are both men, he may really just look at me pitifully and take care of me.

That being said, as much as I try to be very self-aware, there are times when my body and mind just can't help but move involuntarily.

For example, one day, when he was cooking in the kitchen, I sneaked past him. He spotted me before I approached as if he had eyes behind his back, and asked, "What are you doing? Are you hungry?"

I giggled and leaned over and said, "What's delicious? It smells so good."

Xi Rong opened the pot and scooped up a spoonful of tomato beef brisket that was stewed in the pot. The large pieces of beef brisket were cooked so soft that they could be broken apart with a slight flick of chopsticks. The delicious and tempting taste hits the face, and Xi Rong sprinkled a little green onion before serving, the red and green are really beautiful.

"Be careful." He warned.

I didn't care about this for a long time, and shouted "hot, hot" while wolfing down the beef and tomato soup in the spoon with his hands.

He was quite helpless: "Little glutton, I'm so anxious to death."

"Yeah." I should have no psychological burden, and I went to rub him after rubbing the food. He was busy in front, so I hugged him from behind, thinking, as long as he showed any strangeness, I would let him go immediately.

But he didn't respond. It's probably because our actions are normal. Sometimes I hug him when I'm happy and excited. That's not a signal worth noting.

I stuck to him like a mangy candy, he cursed in a low voice, heavy.But didn't push me away.

So I was happy: "When will it be good?"

He said, "It's coming soon, are you hungry?"

Not really, I wish he would slow down.

I said, I just want to watch you cook.

As a result, I didn't remember how to make the dish in his hand at all, so I patronized and secretly watched him.

Xi Rong's voice interrupted me unexpectedly: "What are you thinking?"

I was stunned for a moment before I regained my senses from the memories. In front of me was the steaming milky white fish soup, and Xi Rong was sitting opposite me.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

Too bad we can't go back.

It's not that I don't love him anymore, it's that I love him too much.

I shook my head at him, bowed my head and took a sip of the soup, it was so fresh and very familiar with Xi Rong's cooking.

Who would have imagined that those hands holding a scalpel could also make such a delicacy with a mundane taste.

He wasn't like that at first.

Xi Rong's living habits are very Western, and he has always believed that processing ingredients in too complicated a way will destroy the nutritional structure of the food itself.On the first day he picked me up, I ate a plate of cold spinach seedlings. In the following week, I tasted all kinds of herbs in different ways, which was an eye-opener.

His family even has raw carrots, which can be eaten with salad dressing.

In addition, the most commonly served dish is steak. Anyway, the beef is bought in the supermarket. You only need to put half a piece of butter, fry it in a pan, and finally sprinkle some pepper and salt.

Later, I expressed my protest to him many times overtly and secretly. Of course, it seemed a bit ignorant, but that was what he was used to——

As long as it doesn't involve any issues of principle, he is almost responsive to my requests.

If I eat steak and grass again, I’m going to throw up. I can’t be right and honest, Chinese people, Chinese stomach, I want to eat some exquisite Chinese food, otherwise...!

otherwise what?

I was going to say otherwise that I would run away from home for a week, which turned out to be no deterrent.

And, "run away from home"?What is that?He is not related to me, so maybe he wishes that I would not rely on him.

Before I could say the second half of the sentence, Xi Rong smiled, patted my head, and said, okay.

Damn, at that moment, he was literally shining in my eyes.

I'm not sure if I blushed unapologetically, but I'm sure my heart started to scramble again.

So I obeyed my will, rushed forward and hugged him, and shouted, Xi Rong, you are the best!

……I really like you.

I moved my mouth, didn't make a sound, just said this silently.

Maybe one day, I'll work up the courage to tell him about it, but I'm still more afraid of losing him.

Xi Rongguo really did what he said, even though he was very busy at that time, he would still find time to study the recipes, until later, until now...

He cooks and cooks casually, which are all my favorite flavors.

After so many years, I have long been unable to tell whether he changed me or I changed him.

Many times I dare not imagine that he does all this for me, and I feel that I am not worthy.

I'm just an ordinary person, not good enough, and I don't have any special talents. I'm greedy and lazy, and I do my duty every day as one of this mediocre mob. How can I let him take care of me? like me.

Even now, I still firmly believe that he will have better.

After dinner, I played games, and Xi Rong didn't go back to the room, just watched me play.

I turned out all the dishes in the drawer, projected the main unit on the TV screen, and connected the handle.

We sat side by side on the sofa.

I was engrossed in the game, and at some point, Xi Rong just leaned on me like that, with his arms behind me, encircling me in front of him, with his long legs bent, and his head resting on my neck.

I put down the game in my hand and saw him closing his eyes peacefully, knowing that he hadn't had much rest, he must be tired.

I remembered that he asked me in the morning if I would leave when he recovered from his illness.

It seems that it was because he was worried that I would sneak away while he was not paying attention, so he dared not fall asleep all night even when he was sick.

I raised my hand to touch his forehead, it was still a little hot.

He didn't move, and fell into a deep sleep. I turned off the sound effects of the game, turned the brightness to the darkest, and asked him to lie down in a comfortable position, leaving only a night light in the living room.

Everything around was completely silent, except for the sound of his steady breathing.

I bowed my head and kissed him softly, said goodnight silently, and then played games all night in the dark until my eyes were red.