After wearing the spare tire, I was with Bai Yueguang

Yan Guiqiu's eyes turned back and forth, and he was silent for a moment, and his ears turned red when he realized it.

In all fairness, this well-decorated two-bedroom house is not small, and there are two bathrooms alone, but after Jiang Xuehe lived in directly, he didn't bother to buy anything.

Beyond the bedroom, there is a study and a small utility room.

However, the utility room is too small, and there are only bookshelves and desks in the study room. There is enough space for a single bed, but Jiang Xuehe was not prepared at all.

You can't ask guests to sleep on the floor.

"Besides, I only prepared one set of quilts, and the other set hasn't been washed yet." Jiang Xuehe pointed to the balcony, proving that he didn't deliberately make excuses, "It's not enough to cover the floor."

Not to mention the coldness of the living room at night, the sofa is also very small, at least it certainly cannot accommodate the unfolded body of an adult god.

Jiang Xuehe explained, and Yan Guiqiu could only nod his head.

The glass of water was already emptied, and she was still bringing it to her mouth, while she said, "But I didn't bring a change of clothes, is there a shop nearby that is still open?"

Jiang Xuehe poured the porridge into a bowl, and said, "No, I have a lot of them that I bought and haven't disassembled. There are also washing machines and dryers on the balcony. There are also new toothpaste and toothbrushes, all of which are in the cabinet in the bathroom."

She had already thought very carefully, and then raised her head and looked at Yan Guiqiu slightly: "We are about the same size, so we should be able to make do with it."

Yan Guiqiu let out an "oh", and didn't know what else to say.

Although I have slept in the same bed before, but at that time it was at my parents' house, and my sister was next door, so naturally I wouldn't do any extra tricks.

Even under such circumstances, Yan Guiqiu was still so nervous that he couldn't sleep, let alone right now.

This is Jiang Xuehe's home.

Even if it was just a temporary place for her to live in, it looked deserted and lacking in popularity, but it was still completely Jiang Xuehe's private domain after all.

On Jiang Xuehe's territory, they slept on the same bed with Jiang Xuehe.

It's extra exciting just thinking about it.

Yan Guiqiu twirled the cup in his hand a little restlessly, and didn't recover until Jiang Xuehe reached out and cut it off.

"Let's have some porridge first." Jiang Xuehe put the cup aside, and put two small bowls of millet porridge on the dining table outside.

With a bang, the lights in the restaurant were also turned on.

Yan Guiqiu discovered that there were also vases on the corner of the dining table for decoration, as well as small hollow ornaments, which shone brightly and reflected light when the light was hit, which was very dazzling.

"It's pretty." Yan Guiqiu couldn't help but say.

"You like it?" Jiang Xuehe followed her gaze, "Take it back for you?"

"No need." Yan Guiqiu quickly shook his head, "It's just a pity."

Jiang Xuehe was a little puzzled: "What a pity?"

Yan Guiqiu looked back in a big circle, this time focusing on the corners and corners, I don't know if it was the ingenuity of the part-time workers invited by Jiang Xuehe, or the original decoration was convenient and extra careful, or it was really just Jiang Xuehe who was bored I added it slowly over time, and there are actually these exquisite and beautiful little decorations everywhere in the house.

It's a pity that the owner doesn't pay much attention to it, and it looks like no one cares about it.

But usually Jiang Xuehe was alone at home, so maybe he didn't have the thought to pay attention to the corners and corners.

Yan Guiqiu came back to his senses, and sighed slowly.

Jiang Xuehe pushed the porridge bowl in front of her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Guiqiu patted her face, and asked her seriously: "Am I a little too worried?"

Jiang Xuehe asked: "What?"

Yan Guiqiu took the chopsticks and slowly stirred the millet porridge in the bowl. The consistency was just right, and Jiang Xuehe obviously knew that Yan Guiqiu was not really hungry, so they just shared a bowl with each other.

It only takes a few mouthfuls to spread out, but it is also good to warm the stomach and relieve the burden of dinner.

Jiang Xuehe said that he grew up like a princess, but in fact he was not ambiguous at all about these little things in life.

"I don't know why, but I'm always worried that you will have a bad life alone." Yan Guiqiu said while thinking, this is obviously just her own illusion.

Jiang Xuehe was slightly startled, and quickly realized what Yan Guiqiu was worried about.

This room is really deserted, it doesn't look like a home.

"It's really hard to be alone." Jiang Xuehe paused, and admitted frankly, "But it's not because of work. Maybe I'm not as strong as I imagined. Sometimes when I come home alone at night, the house is deserted and there is nothing. , I will also feel very uncomfortable...I used to think about whether to keep a pet."

Yan Guiqiu could understand that feeling, she slowly stirred the porridge bowl, and asked following her words: "Then why didn't you raise it?"

"I think that if I get busy someday, I won't be able to take care of her, just think about it." Jiang Xuehe said, "Now, it's unnecessary."

She glanced at Yan Guiqiu meaningfully.

Yan Guiqiu puffed up her cheeks slightly, pretending to be angry: "So my existence is equivalent to a pet, right?"

"Of course not." Jiang Xuehe smiled, "With you here, I won't be afraid of being lonely—of course you are much more precious than pets, no matter how much money you spend to see more people, you can't find another one." Call my favorite wild goose to return to autumn."

Yan Guiqiu was like a ball deflated in an instant, he said "oh", and buried his head to drink the porridge.

Jiang Xuehe looked at her flushed ears, and his mood also rose a little.

She originally wanted to take the opportunity to say that Yan Guiqiu would move in to accompany her in the future, so that she would not be lonely anymore.

However, thinking about Yan Guiqiu's resistance to straight balls, let's give up for now.

She was a little afraid of scaring people away.

When he confessed clearly, he was full of energy, and he went forward as if he was not afraid of the mountains of swords and fires in front of him, but after being together, he blushed at every turn, always looking very shy.

But the contrast is also lovely.

Probably no one else has seen it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuehe already felt satisfied, thinking that it would be okay to wait a little longer.

After dinner, Yan Guiqiu volunteered to wash the pots and dishes.

Jiang Xuehe didn't rob her, and went to the closet in the room to find clothes, and after dealing with it, he told Yan Guiqiu before going to take a shower.

Yan Guiqiu had to wait for the clothes to dry, and after washing the dishes, she heard Jiang Xuehe calling her to go to the room to rest first, through the bathroom door.

The only bedroom in the house is not small, and the big bed inside is more than enough for two people to roll on it at the same time.

There is a simple desk and bookshelf near the window, and there is an open book on the table.

Apparently, the bedroom was where Jiang Xuehe had the most activities after returning home.

Yan Guiqiu didn't touch the things on the table, and dragged a stool out from the corner, but accidentally bumped into something under his feet.

When Jiang Xuehe came out of the shower and wiped his hair, what he saw was Yan Guiqiu crawling under the bed.

Jiang Xuehe: "..."

Jiang Xuehe: "Guiqiu, what are you doing?"

Yan Guiqiu crawled out from under the bed, blew the dust off his nose, and showed her the things in his hands.

"I accidentally kicked this under the bed just now." Yan Guiqiu said with some curiosity, glanced at the cover, and asked, "What is this?"

The cover is hard, and the outer layer of book cover should have been wrapped up later, with small gilding patterns on the navy blue background, which feels very heavy to the touch.

"The album of graffiti when I was a child." Jiang Xuehe glanced at it, continued to brush his hair, and explained, "Before I went abroad, I sent some things to a cousin of mine, and she sent it to me again when she was moving. This is part of what was delivered this morning—if you want to see it, you can flip through it at will, it’s not something particularly confidential.”

She smiled, and added: "But the level was not high at that time, and you might be disappointed."

Yan Guiqiu shook his head with a serious face: "How come, this is a precious treasure that was lost and recovered with great difficulty."

She hugged the picture album tightly in her arms, and her righteous and dignified face really showed the posture of protecting the treasured treasure.

Jiang Xuehe couldn't help laughing, reached out to touch the dust on the tip of her nose, and walked past her to find the hair dryer.

"Then take your time."

Amidst the whistling wind, Yan Guiqiu simply sat cross-legged on the ground and opened the album.

Jiang Xuehe's reminder was not an exaggeration. Once opened, the first few pages were full of elementary school-level stick figures.

One part is a cartoon character drawn with a ballpoint pen, and the other part is a large smear of crayon.

The year, month and day are written stroke by stroke in the lower right corner of some of them.

Yan Guiqiu raised his head and calculated, it was almost 20 years ago.

Calculated again, Jiang Xuehe already had that level when he was about three, four, or five years old.

Other children may not even be able to grasp the pen steadily.

As expected of the person she likes.Yan Guiqiu thought happily.

She wanted to turn her head to praise Jiang Xuehe, but amidst the noise of the wind, she abruptly held back her words, turned her head and continued to scroll down.

In the front are cartoons, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and then there are people.

Yan Guiqiu didn't realize at first that those paintings were pointing to a specific person, until she accidentally saw the back side when she turned it over, with Chinese characters crookedly written on it.

Some were first written in pinyin, then crossed out with horizontal bars and replaced with Chinese characters——

"Mom", "Dad", "Brother", "Grandpa", "Grandma"...

There are also doubles and triples, from so-and-so and so-and-so to "family portraits".

There are also some cartoons in the middle, but after a cursory search, you can find that those crude character paintings occupy the most, and the portraits of family members account for one-third of the thick book.

Part of it also recorded in detail what happened at that time, which is more like a different kind of diary than mere graffiti.

There are also a few comments and replies written by other people, all of which are words of encouragement and love.

Looking at those long-standing records, Yan Guiqiu suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

She subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Jiang Xuehe.

Jiang Xuehe happened to turn off the hair dryer, noticed her gaze, turned to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Guiqiu shook his head hastily, closed the album with a snap, got up and said, "I'm going to take a shower first!"

Jiang Xuehe gave a "hmm" and glanced at the album she put on the table.

By the time Yan Guiqiu came out of the shower, it was already very late, and the bathroom was hot, and she also felt tired all of a sudden.

When entering the bedroom, Jiang Xuehe was already lying on the bed, leaning against the inside, leaving a lot of space for Yan Guiqiu.

Yan Guiqiu yawned, stuck in her throat, and climbed up cautiously, shrinking to her little side.

But as soon as she covered the quilt, she felt a hand stretched out beside her to pull her.

After leaving it outside for a long time, Jiang Xuehe's hands felt a little chilly, and when he met Yan Guiqiu who had just come out of the hot water, the cold was particularly obvious.

Yan Guiqiu woke up with a start, turned to look at Jiang Xuehe, and called out: "Sister Xuehe? Are you still sleeping?"

Jiang Xuehe moved towards her, and stretched out his hand to pull her towards him.

The distance between the two was reduced by more than half.

"Unhappy?" Jiang Xuehe looked at her with his head half propped up.

"How can there be..." Yan Guiqiu muttered, shrunk into the quilt, thinking that Jiang Xuehe looked more like the unhappy one.

I don't know what to think of suddenly, which makes people unhappy.

Yan Guiqiu guessed endlessly, but he took the initiative to ask: "What's wrong with Sister Xuehe?"

Jiang Xuehe moved towards her again.

Yan Guiqiu felt something hit his calf, looked up, and found that it was the picture album from earlier, following Jiang Xuehe's movements, it rolled a few times, and finally slid down slowly.

With a "click", the album hit the ground and spread out.

From Yan Guiqiu's point of view, even if she stretched her head, she could see a corner of it, which was exactly the figure paintings she had seen before.

Yan Guiqiu reacted immediately.

Jiang Xuehe's expression was indifferent, he didn't look like he cared too much, let alone the slightest hint of sadness.

But Yan Guiqiu looked even more distressed.

Naturally, Yan Guiqiu no longer cared about what was wrong with Jiang Xuehe, and stretched out his hand to tug on the sleeve of her pajamas, opened his mouth but found that it was not good to say anything, so he could only reach out and hug her in the end.

"...I will accompany you from now on." Yan Guiqiu whispered, "I will be your model for free."

"Okay." Jiang Xuehe replied softly, hugged her for a while but refused to let go, and said after a moment of silence, "I thought you would want to comfort me."

The tone sounded a little aggrieved.

Yan Guiqiu immediately put the nervousness and shyness out of the sky, reached out and patted Jiang Xuehe's back, and said, "Of course. Those things are over, and those people are not worth your sorrow. You will meet more and better in the future." Of course, none of them are as good as me, I will always be with you..."

She racked her brains to think of words of comfort, completely forgetting that before entering the house, Jiang Xuehe had said that she wanted to attack her family.

Jiang Xuehe's kiss fell on the top of her hair, forehead, corners of eyes, to the tips of her ears and cheeks, yet Yan Guiqiu didn't even notice it.

Hugging too hard, the spirit is highly concentrated, and other senses are weaker.

It wasn't until that kiss fell on his lips that Yan Guiqiu felt a little out of breath.

——Jiang Xuehe simply didn't really wake up after drinking too much.

How do you pretend to look like a normal person?

Feeling the faint smell of alcohol passing between his lips and teeth, Yan Guiqiu was still distracted to think about it, his face flushed in the next second, and he struggled subconsciously.

However, it was unknown whether it was due to the lack of oxygen or Jiang Xuehe's strength, Yan Guiqiu couldn't break free all of a sudden, so he could only turn his face away.

The kiss fell on her cheek.

"Didn't you say you wanted to comfort me?" Jiang Xuehe asked her in a low voice, paused, a bit of disappointment mixed with grievance, "You don't want to?"

"No, no..." Yan Guiqiu trembled and squeezed out two words.

She really wanted to explain.

But he was ashamed to say that he was scared by the kiss and thought he was going to suffocate to death.

After all, she is a drunk person, so she can't be expected to be well-mannered.

Yan Guiqiu glanced at Jiang Xuehe's face full of grievances and depression from the corner of her eye. After asking that sentence, she really didn't move anymore, but she couldn't help but look at the aggrieved look.

It should be said that when facing Jiang Xuehe, most of the time Yan Guiqiu was rational and ran away from home early.

Yan Guiqiu didn't want to see Jiang Xuehe's sad appearance, and subconsciously wanted to say that it was okay.

But the tingling at the corner of her mouth brought her back to her senses.

Probably just accidentally smashed by a tooth.

Neither light nor heavy.

Yan Guiqiu thought, if he came by himself, it shouldn't matter.

"I'm not unwilling." She put her hand on Jiang Xuehe's shoulder and said again, "But don't move, let me do it."

Jiang Xuehe looked at her quietly, said yes lightly, and slowly backed away a little.

But his gaze was always fixed on Yan Guiqiu's face, which was so hot that it almost burned her through.

Yan Guiqiu stretched out his hand to touch his flushed and hot face, not daring to think any more, he stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Xuehe's collar, closed his eyes, and touched her lips as if death was at home.