promise of promise

When the light comes down, the smile is like the warm sun, and the eyes are like stars.

Mao Ye's heart skipped a beat, something was about to come out but was suppressed, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

When they received Shen Ming, it was getting late and the supermarket was about to close. They didn't buy any extravagant ingredients, so Mao Ye could only simply cook two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, and Shen Ming ate cleanly as usual.

Sometimes Mao Ye was quite puzzled, Shen Ming was very picky, and when everyone went out to eat together, he would basically only eat what he liked, and would not even look at what he didn't like.

It's outrageous, Mao Ye thought that his culinary skills were not as high as that of chefs in five-star restaurants, but every time Shen Ming cooked, he could eat cleanly.

Is this the legend that the rich prefer home-cooked food?

After simply tidying up, Mao Ye was about to ask Shen Ming, but when he turned his head and saw that the man had fallen asleep on the sofa, he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going back to the base.

Shen Ming has a back injury, if he is allowed to sleep on the sofa, he won't know if he can do it when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

After thinking for a moment, Mao Ye went over and patted him twice: "Shen Ming?"

"Huh?" Shen Ming was a shallow sleeper, and would wake up with the slightest movement.He sat up and rubbed his eyes: "I'm going back..."

"Go into the room and sleep." Mao Ye said: "The sofa is not good for the waist."

"But... the room was not cleaned up." Shen Ming waited for a few seconds and said, "There is only one room..."

Mao Ye's house is usually unoccupied, and he occasionally uses a room when he comes back. There is a bed in the guest room that doesn't even have a bed sheet.

"I'd better go back to the base." Shen Ming walked to the shoe cabinet and bent over to put on his shoes: "It's not far to take a taxi, let's go. Master..."

As soon as the door was opened, the cool wind poured into his face: "..."

This fucking is February in the south!

"What's wrong with sleeping in the same room with Lao Tzu?"

Mao Ye walked to the door and dragged the man in, and stared angrily: "Go take a shower, this dress looks uncomfortable."

"Uh..." Wronged but not wronged, just a little sad tonight.Shen Ming thought to himself, and slowly moved into the room.

After washing up, Mao Ye was leaning against the head of the bed and holding a notebook to write and draw. Hearing the voice, he raised his head and raised his chin towards the closet: "The clothes are in the closet."

"Oh." Shen Ming opened the closet and dawdled for a long time, barely picking out something he could wear.

Shen Ming is taller than Mao Ye, his trousers look a bit short on Shen Ming's body, with half of his ankles exposed.The air conditioner that had just been turned on hadn't worked, and the heat from the shower had dissipated.

"Why are your feet so cold, didn't you just take a shower?" Mao Ye was shivering from the sudden cold feet.

"Naturally." Shen Ming lay down a bit to prevent himself from being frozen before he warmed up.

Just a few seconds after stretching out, his cold feet touched the warm temperature. Mao Ye put his eyes on the notebook and said in a blunt tone, "I have a problem all over my body, and I am used to it. If a girl finds you in any house, it will be miserable."

"You're used to it." Shen Ming squeezed over with a smile: "Master, what are you doing?"

"The version has been updated, research and study." Mao Ye looked along.

Shen Ming lowered his head and his thick eyelashes were like a small fan, fluttering with the master's blinking movements.

"Go to sleep when you're sleepy." Mao Ye put away his notebook and accidentally touched the cold back of Shen Ming's hand.

"Go to sleep." He stuffed Shen Ming's hand back under the quilt, and reached out to turn off the light.

"master……"

"Huh?" Mao Ye groped for a while to find those hands, held them and rubbed them together for a long time, and finally warmed up a bit: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shen Ming said, "I just remembered that when I was in Wolf Soul, one night it was too cold, and you warmed my hands like this."

The curtains on the terrace were not drawn tight, and the lights from outside Shanghai cast a few slender rays of light onto the ground, intertwining irregularly.

"The conditions are really bad." The temperature of his hands gradually warmed up, Shen Ming rested his forehead on Mao Ye's arm and said softly: "Fortunately, there is a master, winter is not too sad."

When he was 16 years old, an e-sports club suddenly approached Shen Ming, who was still in school, and said they wanted to sign him. He was quite surprised. Later, he heard that someone had seen him play games and mentioned it to the club, so he was approached.

Shen Ming was the first to think of the person he met in the Internet cafe that day, and he couldn't explain why.Although the club said it was a substitute for the time being, he signed without hesitation.

The time to join the team is that the summer split is about to start, and winter will usher in a few months later.

Shen Ming is extremely afraid of the cold, and has always been like this since childhood.I wear thick clothes in winter, and my hands and feet are still cold.

The conditions of the team at that time were not as good as they are now, and two people sharing a room was already a luxury.

At that time, Wolf Soul had three substitutes, so the club only arranged one room.There are bunk beds, Shen Ming sleeps near the window, there is only a small sun in the room, the two roommates move to the position next to their beds, Shen Ming can't get warm at all, the wind blows in through the window and it's freezing up.

After being frozen several times, Shen Ming finally understood.The two people in the room saw that he was familiar with Mao Ye, and secretly began to isolate him.

Sleeping is better than playing games, at least the training room is warmer, so he started playing games all night every day, and sleeps during the day when the players train.

This situation lasted for a week, and that night he went down to the training room as usual, only to find that Mao Ye was playing games.

At two o'clock in the morning, the two teenagers fought in the canyon, and it was almost four o'clock before it ended. Mao Ye was about to go to bed, but Shen Ming started the game again.

"Master, why don't you go to sleep." He asked Maoye;

"Wait until you finish playing." That's what Mao Ye said at the time: "My roommate moved to live with someone else, and you and I can go back to the room to sleep later."

That night was the warmest night when Shen Ming came to the team. The two of them huddled together, and Mao Ye also held his hand to warm it like now.

Shen Ming's father got sick and passed away when he was very young, and Shen's mother raised the child to grow up alone. Shen's mother was busy, and opened a restaurant by herself, working day and night for the child. From the beginning is a person to eat, sleep, go to school.He has never had the experience of sleeping with someone warming his hands, Mao Ye is the first.

In fact, it is not the winter that is hard, it is just those lives alone.

"Are you going to play in the second half?" Mao Ye asked, "If you can't, then let's take a break."

"So soon? Let me see what the number is." Shen Ming wanted to reach out for the phone, but it was held tightly.

Mao Ye said: "The game starts on the 12th, so don't watch it. There are still 5 days. If you want to play, you have to train with the team starting tomorrow."

Shen Ming didn't struggle, turned his body sideways and blinked at the darkness: "Okay, let's have a perfect ending."

"Go to sleep." Mao Ye pulled the quilt back a little and said, "I'll call you when I get up tomorrow."

"Good night, master..."

"Good night."

Originally thought it was a tough night, Shen Ming slept until noon and didn't get up.

There was no one inside or outside the house, and Mao Ye took the car keys away. He turned around and went back to the house to get his cell phone, when the sound of the door lock came from behind.

Mao Ye walked in with a bag wrapped in the chill of early spring: "Are you up? I brought you clothes when I went back to the base, and I changed to go out for dinner."

"Okay." Shen Ming took the bag and entered the room.

Shen Ming had too many clothes, piled in a mess in the closet, Mao Ye reluctantly picked out a sweater and brought them over.

"master……"

There was a shout in the room, and he walked over to have a look.Hey guys, there's a headless horseman in the house.

"Too small? Isn't this your clothes?" Mao Ye walked over, Shen Ming was getting his head stuck in the sweater, and couldn't fit in it at all...

……

"I've never worn this dress, and my neck is too small when I bought it. I can't wear it at all..." Shen Ming simply threw the clothes on the bed and said, "Forget it, just wear yours and go back."

After speaking, he walked to the closet and bent down to find a sweater. Just as he was about to pull it off, the person behind him spoke;

"What's that one on the waist?"

Mao Ye's eyes stopped on his strong back, and there was a pale pink mark across the spine, the mark was as long as half a finger, it was faint, and it couldn't be seen without looking carefully.

It's just that Shen Ming has a fair complexion, which is a bit obvious at first glance.

"Uh..." Shen Ming paused, and after a few seconds, he calmly tore off the sweater to cover it up, and said, "Maybe it was because I slept on it last night."

Mao Ye's eyes darkened, in order to let Shen Ming sleep well, two thick layers of cotton wool were laid under the bed sheet.

It is impossible to have such obvious indentations when lying on it, and this Nima is not the princess and the pea.

On the way back to the base, Mao Ye wanted to ask, but was interrupted by the phone all the time. After returning to the base, Shen Ming turned into the training room without giving him a chance.

There was something else on his side, so he had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart for the time being.

The spring regular season is about to start, and the training room is full of training games every day, rank.

Shen Ming breathed a sigh of relief after entering the training room, sat on the chair and took out his mobile phone;

Hidden: "You fucking...didn't you say Wuhen? I was almost discovered. Dog, I was almost killed by you..."

The always good-natured middle-aged man sent all the vulgar words he had learned in his life to his friends on WeChat.

Wu Tianhao: "Brother, the laser has no trace. You fucking touch the machine by yourself... Can you blame me?"

Wu Tianhao, a friend of Shen Ming.

A doctor at a private orthopedic hospital, Shen Ming spent six days on an orthopedic bed during his "travel abroad" during Chinese New Year.

The hospital has newly introduced a set of laser treatment items. Hearing that it is effective in suppressing spinal pain, Shen Ming wanted to try it, but he accidentally touched the machine during the treatment and scratched it.This scar physique is outrageously broken... and it left a mark.

"Brother Ming."

Shen Ming raised his head and found the new mid laner standing in front of him with an embarrassed expression: "What's the matter? Chenchen."

Chenchen: "Are you...are you going to play in the Spring Split?"

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