My favorite big treasure

Han Que followed Xu Weiran, accompanying him from the snack street to the end of the street.Xu Weiran's stomach is like a bottomless pit, and Han Que suspects that he seems to be able to hold the entire universe, eating so much and still acting like a normal person, with a hot squid in his left hand, Wu Dalang meatloaf in his right, and a roasted stone in his mouth Sausage, this guy can go on and on.

Facing the big meat skewer that Xu Weiran handed over, Han Que finally admitted that he couldn't stand it anymore, and waved his hand to express his rejection.

He felt that what he ate tonight could cover the amount of food he had eaten in the past three days.His stomach was already protesting seriously, if he continued to stuff things into it, he would definitely perform a 'big eruption' on the street for everyone to see.

Seeing that he didn't eat, Xu Weiran didn't force him, and stuffed things by himself.

Han Que stared at his shapely figure, wondering where he was eating all the food.

The food he eats every day plus those toffees, that is simply an explosion of calories.

After Xu Weiran ate at the last stall, he finally finished eating.

It's just that Han Que observed him and found that he was unhappy at the end of the meal. Standing in front of other people's stalls, he almost felt like crying.

"Weiran?" Han Que called out to him.

Xu Weiran turned his head, saw Han Que's face clearly, and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the food flowed backwards. He didn't have time to run further away, and jumped behind a booth facing the wall, and vomited wildly.

Han Que stepped forward to pat his back, and gently rubbed him a few times, "Are you all right?"

Xu Weiran's physical tears came out, and the snot also flowed out, with a distressed expression on his face.

Han Que took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.Xu Weiran glanced at it and wiped his mouth and nose with it.

"Are you comfortable?" Han Que patted the back of his head again.

Xu Weiran nodded silently, "Yes!"

"Are you...can't control yourself and have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Han Que seemed to have discovered something from his performance just now.

Maybe at the beginning he ate for the sake of eating, but later on he almost forced himself to reach a certain level before giving up.However, when the goal is achieved, he will feel a wave of disappointment at the moment.

Xu Weiran looked at him apologetically, "Actually... what they said is correct, I, indeed, have some mental problems."

Han Que corrected him seriously: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I must finish the meal I want to eat, otherwise, I can't stand it. It's like coming to a food stall. Before I started, I set a goal for myself in my mind-I must eat all of it today. All the stalls. If you can’t reach this goal, you can’t stop and you will be anxious. Brother Sheng took me to the doctor, and the doctor also said that there is no way to treat it, but to relieve it by yourself. I haven’t been like this for a long time. Oh, I don’t know what happened just now... I broke through the psychological limit.”

"Then how did you control it before?"

Xu Weiran smiled self-deprecatingly, "Where am I controlling it? I was scolded by others!"

Han Que understood who he was talking about.

"Are you... still thinking about him?"

"Who?" Xu Weiran's eyes shone like two broken diamonds in the semi-dimmed light, "Occasionally I still think about it, but it's not the same feeling as before. Brother, I get enthusiastic very quickly, But it takes a moment to become cold. All the past between me and him has been flushed down the toilet and taken away by the garbage collection station."

"You are right! This is the man." Han Que praised him gently, and stretched out two hands to him by the way.

Xu Weiran's ears became hot for no reason.

This was a very common 'comment', but for some reason, when it came out of Han Que's mouth, he felt like a young child, as if being held in the soft palm by his whole body .

Xu Weiran stared at his two hands. His hands were clean, with well-defined joints, slender fingertips, and broad palms. They were warm and powerful hands.

Most people would only extend one hand to him, but in his life he had only met two people who extended both hands to him without reservation.

One is his Brother Sheng, and the other is him—Han Que.

Only he himself knows that one hand and two hands are too different for him.