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The first week of staying at Fu Xiao's house was very uneventful.

Every morning, Uncle Zou would come to the green space early to help Fang Qingye wash up and have breakfast.

Usually Fu Xiao would appear at the dinner table together, and would take the initiative to greet them, but rarely spoke to them.Fang Qingye only went to the treatment center every other day, and when he was resting at home, Uncle Zou would take him out for a walk, and when he returned home, he would listen to TV, music, etc., and do some tactile feedback training by himself.

If they go to the treatment center, Fu Xiao will wait for them to go out together, and send them to the door of the treatment center before going to work.

Every afternoon, Fu Xiao would arrive home on time around 05:30, had dinner with them, and rarely chatted with them, but every night before going to bed, Fu Xiao would knock on Fang Qingye's door and ask him if he needed any help. Say goodnight to him regularly.

Fu Xiao doesn't talk much, but most of the time, Fang Qingye can solve the most basic problems without Fang Qingye opening his mouth.His concern was neither superficial nor overly enthusiastic, at a level that Fang Qingye would feel comfortable with.

Fang Qingye didn't know if Fu Xiao was bored or not, but it was true that he was serious, self-disciplined, and workaholic.

Aunt Zhong also told Fang Qingye that Mr. Fu's work and life are two-point and one-line. He has almost never seen Mr. Fu bring any friends home. Even Song Sisi only came two or three times. He is the No.1 living in Fu Xiao's house.

Sure enough, such people are not interested in love, and say "wasting time".

No wonder, my sister complained that Fu Xiao was a "robot".

This kind of getting along is very good, but Fang Qingye occasionally feels that Fu Xiao's life is too straight.

Until one day, when Uncle Zou took Fang Qingye downstairs for a walk in the park, he ran into William's wife in the elevator—the Southeast Asian lady who kindly helped them cook for two days.

"Thank you for the flowers." The lady said happily in half-baked Chinese, "It's very beautiful! I like it!"

what flower?

Fang Qingye didn't know.

Fang Qingye figured it out after the other party's hand gestures and Uncle Zou's translation of body language. It turned out that although Fu Xiao insisted on paying the other party's commission, it seemed that he was not humane enough, but then he ordered beautiful flowers and made a special trip to write Thank you cards, sent to each other's home.

This contradictory trait between indifference and tenderness made Fang Qingye think of that person who resembles Fu Xiao again.

The day he spoke to Cheng Ou for the first time, that is, the day Cheng Ou picked up Fang Qingye who fell down, there were actually some follow-ups.

Originally, after Fang Qingye handed Cheng Ou an apple outside the supermarket, they said goodbye.

Fang Qingye went down the steps with a heavy bag, and walked home slowly with a limp.But Cheng Ou seems to be on his way.

After the two walked back and forth for a certain distance, Cheng Ou suddenly called Fang Qingye's name again and asked where he lived.After Fang Qingye said the address, Cheng Ou took the bag in his hand and said calmly, "Let's go."

It can be regarded as helping to the end.

It was a long time later that Fang Qingye realized that they were not on the way.

Cheng Ou joined their class later, he was usually very cold and unattainable, only Fang Qingye felt that he was not so unapproachable.

After that time, Fang Qingye often talked to Cheng Ou.He doesn't deliberately please or flatter, and occasionally brings some snacks to Cheng Ou.Cheng Ou didn't touch the food very much, but he didn't show any disgust at Qing Ye's approach.

Both of them were top students, and they would study questions together, exchange study notes, and of course exchange each other's mobile phone numbers.

Fang Qingye occasionally sends messages to Cheng Ou.

Mostly so.

Fang Qingye: [Cheng Ou, I wonder why today's big question took so long, do you think it can be solved in this way? 【picture】]

Cheng Ou: [You can try it. ]

Fang Qingye: [Cheng Ou seems to be raining tomorrow morning, remember to bring an umbrella. ]

Cheng Ou: [Yes. ]

Fang Qingye: [I baked some cookies over the weekend, it seems a little too much.I want to bring you some, can I? ]

Cheng Ou: [OK, thank you. ]

Cheng Ou never typed an extra word, and never took the initiative to send messages to Fang Qingye. He arrived at school on time and left on time every day. He was not interested in any extracurricular activities that Fang Qingye wanted to expand. The most common sentence he said was "Do not have time".

But after the two gradually got acquainted, gradually, there was something different.

Fang Qingye's feelings have changed, but I don't know what Cheng Ou thinks, because Cheng Ou is as indifferent and reticent as ever, even if he will reply to the message sent by Fang Qingye, he doesn't mind Fang Qingye's approach, but Fang Qingye still can't confirm it. I saw the slightest wave from him.

The sour feeling of unrequited love made Fang Qingye toss and turn sleepless every night, but he was full of anticipation every morning.

Finally, Fang Qingye found out that Cheng Ou had a "time schedule", which was summarized as what to do every day in the next month, and detailed to the next week.

Fang Qingye found a spare time that Cheng Ou didn't have a plan, made an appointment in advance, and wanted to go to the movies with Cheng Ou.

In order to avoid Cheng Ou's suspicion, he also called Pei Jianian and two other classmates.

In the cinema, Cheng Ou arrived first.

No one watched that show, they almost booked the show, the seat next to Cheng Ou was empty, but no one dared to approach.

Fang Qingye missed a bus when he went out. When he arrived, the movie had already started. He groped along the dark seat and accidentally tripped over a classmate's leg. He subconsciously pushed his left hand down, and Cheng Ou firmly grasped it. stopped him.

The two hands were clenched tightly, and the temperature in the other's palm was scorching hot, as if it could burn Fang Qingye.

"Sorry..." Fang Qingye apologized softly.

"It's okay." Cheng Ou said, "Sit."

Fang Qingye sat down, but Cheng Ou didn't let go of his hand immediately.

His heart was beating like a beating, and he twitched subconsciously. Cheng Ou turned his head and glanced at him. The outline was extremely deep in the dim light of the screen, and there were some emotions in his black eyes that Fang Qingye had never seen before.

The first horror point broke out in the movie. Cheng Ou opened his five fingers amidst the exclamation of the students, and inserted them into Fang Qingye's fingers one by one.

Fang Qingye's face was so red that it was about to burn, and his whole body became a mobile heat source.

Then, Cheng Ou used his nice voice to whisper to Qing Ye, "Don't move."

Fingers clasped tightly, Fang Qingye's whole body was already stiff, and he dared not move.

Cheng Ou turned back and looked at the screen again.

That night, Cheng Ou didn't let Fang Qingye go until the movie was over and the lights were bright.

They didn't communicate at night, didn't send messages, and didn't make phone calls. It seemed that Cheng Ou held Fang Qingye's hand because he was afraid of horror movies.And Fang Qingye's hand was hot all night, completely insomnia.

At school the next day, Cheng Ou behaved as usual, and didn't even take the initiative to say hello to Fang Qingye first.

Fang Qingye was a little annoyed, but also frustrated. He was almost angry in class, and Cheng Ou didn't come to talk to him, and he didn't want to talk to Cheng Ou.

He didn't want to go on like this anymore.

But in the afternoon, Cheng Ou came over to him in front of everyone and asked, "Why are you angry?"

Fang Qingye was writing the test paper, his face was red, his eyes were red, and he couldn't speak a word.

Everyone looks at them.

Cheng Ou rubbed Fang Qingye's messy hair, and said lightly: "Don't do it, go and have a rest, I'll help you correct your mistakes later."

Fang Qingye was stunned, with a confused expression.

Cheng Ou said again: "Go, I can't concentrate on studying if you are like this."

Fang Qingye: "Why?"

Cheng Ou said: "Because I will always want to coax you."

There was silence in the classroom.

Fang Qingye seemed to understand Cheng Ou's meaning, but he didn't seem to, but his mind was so excited that his thinking became a mess.

Cheng Ou hid his feelings so well that Fang Qingye felt unbelievable when he showed them.

Later he asked Cheng Ou when they were together.

He was lying on Cheng Ou's lap, and Cheng Ou pinched his earlobe while flipping through the book and said, "When you brought me biscuits."

Fang Qingye: "..."

Cheng Ou reminded: "I accept it."

Fang Qingye was too speechless, and annoyed: "Then I also brought biscuits for Pei Jianian!"

Cheng Ou looked away from the book, frowning and staring at him for a moment.

For Cheng Ou, a top student like Cheng Ou, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, maybe giving biscuits really has a different meaning. Fang Qingye felt his scalp tighten, and suddenly felt that it was a heinous crime for him to send biscuits to Pei Jianian and the others, so he quickly patched it up Said: "But the one I gave you is different from theirs!"

Cheng Ou was silent for a while, let go of the book and kissed him very gently and carefully, kissing Fang Qingye so wet, he picked up the book again and re-determined the time they were together: "That is When we held hands for the first time at the cinema."

The memories evoked by Fu Xiao's kind actions are actually somewhat inappropriate.

Because Cheng Ou's starting point is self, which is very personal, but Fu Xiao is different. Fu Xiao's starting point is to think from the perspective of others.

In the second week after Fang Qingye took over at Fu Xiao's house, Fu Xiao began to work overtime frequently.

Often, Fu Xiao would not go home until Aunt Zhong and Uncle Zou had left and Fang Qingye had gone to bed.

One night, Fang Qingye heard Fu Xiao cooking noodles in the kitchen.

He found a thin blanket draped over his body, groped his way to the kitchen area, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Why did you get up?" Fu Xiao asked, "Did I disturb you?"

Fang Qingye leaned against the door, his long eyelashes closed his dull eyes, shook his head and said, "No. I slept too much in the afternoon, and I couldn't sleep much at first. Do you need my help?"

Fu Xiao said: "If you can return the big meal that you owe me."

"That can't be helped, I can't help you for the time being." Fang Qingye walked slowly to the side of the Nakajima platform, found the chair, and sat on it, "I can only repeat the process for you now, and help you smell it. "

The light illuminates Fang Qingye's pretty face, making his thin body wrapped in a thin blanket look soft and warm.

Fang Qingye said: "However, I asked Aunt Zhong to help me make sweet soup this afternoon. It is my exclusive secret recipe. If you don't mind, you can heat it in the microwave. It tastes very good."

Originally, I asked my aunt to do it specially, and wanted to wait for Fu Xiao to come back and have a drink together to express my gratitude, but Fu Xiao came back later than usual that day, so Fang Qingye didn't mention it again.

Fu Xiao said yes, and then said: "It's the end of the year, and there are some settlements to be done recently, so I'm a little busy."

Fang Qingye expressed his understanding. He majored in ecology, and the company his mentor invests in is also a related major. Usually, these students follow his mentor to travel all over the world. They have been to the Gobi to watch the sunset, and the rainforest to listen to the sound of frogs. It seems that life is colorful, but at the end of the year, it will suddenly be very busy. Fang Qingye and his classmates have helped out to varying degrees.

Fu Xiao warmed up two servings of sweet soup and gave Fang Qingye a bowl.

Fang Qingye had already washed his teeth, he didn't want to eat anymore after brushing his teeth, he lacked interest.After being reminded like this, I felt that time passed quickly, and Shinobu sighed: "Yes, Christmas will be soon."

Fang Qingye likes all festivals.

Chinese style, Western style, all kinds of festivals will make him keen to celebrate.Now that my eyesight is impaired and my movement is inconvenient, I haven't experienced the lively feeling for a long time.

Fang Qingye should really want to celebrate the festival.

"Friday is Christmas Eve." Fu Xiao suddenly asked Fang Qingye's opinion, "Do you want to go out for dinner? I'll treat you."

"Huh?" Fang Qingye asked, "Going out to eat?"

"Well, you and I." Fu Xiao said, "If you want, I will give Aunt Zhong and Uncle Zou a vacation."

The two went out to eat together during the festival, because of Pei Jianian's words and Fu Xiao's care, Fang Qingye couldn't hold back his wild thoughts for a second.

"Okay." He was startled, and responded generously, "I'm looking forward to it."

Fu Xiao looked at his face for a few seconds, and then came to sit down in front of him: "It's been many years since I've had a festival, and this year it's rare that I'm not alone, so I just pursue a sense of ceremony."

Fang Qingye asked: "...What about your family?"

"It's more complicated." Fu Xiao said, "My mother has a mental illness and now lives in a nursing home. I grew up with a nanny. When I was a teenager, something went wrong at home, and I went to live in other places for a few years. After graduating from university I just came back. I didn’t have a good relationship with my father, and now he has a new family too.”

Fu Xiao didn't seem to mind sharing private matters.

Fang Qingye felt that Fu Xiao sounded quite lonely.

"What do you want to eat?" Fu Xiao asked Fang Qingye again, "I'll arrange it in advance."

"It's all fine." Fang Qingye, who also grew up independently, smiled, "You treat me, I will go wherever you take me."