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"Second Master Cat?"

Ji Fengmian's unbelievable voice sounded.

Jiang Nanshu turned his head and saw the person coming out of the room carrying the first aid kit.

"Is this what you mean by depression?"

Jiang Nanshu rubbed the second cat's obviously fat belly, and asked softly.

"It would be better for me to feed it without balls, to soothe its wounded heart." Ji Fengmian came over, put the first aid kit on the coffee table, and glared fiercely at Erye Mao who was acting like a spoiled child on Jiang Nanshu's lap.

"The result! I can't even touch it anymore, and it won't even let me touch it when I eat canned food!"

Ever since he was plucked from eggs, Second Master Mao's personality has become even worse. He appears and disappears every day, and even Ji Fengmian can't get close to him.If it weren't for the clean cat food and the need to shovel the cat litter every day, he would almost think there were no cats in the house.

Oh, yes, and when the cans are opened, Master Cat will also appear.

Jiang Nanshu looked at Ji Fengmian's increasingly ferocious eyes and asked, "What's the matter? Some cats do undergo a major personality change after neutering, just get used to it."

Ji Fengmian sat down beside Jiang Nanshu, without explaining, he reached out to touch Second Master Mao.

"what--"

As a result, Mao Erye, who was acting coquettishly on Jiang Nanshu's knee just now, jumped up, rewarded Ji Fengmian with a meowing punch with lightning speed, and then slipped away.

"..."

Ji Fengmian was beaten by the cat, but he was not surprised, "Look, you know what I have been living this month, right? What's more, I thought it would treat everyone like this, but I didn't expect it to take the initiative Turn your stomach."

Jiang Nanshu: "Maybe it's because the first person it sees after waking up from anesthesia is you, so it thinks you picked its eggs."

"Impossible...impossible." Ji Fengmian retorted, recalling the situation that day, "It's really like this! Second Master Mao is so stupid!"

Probably follow the master.Jiang Nanshu swallowed the words that came to his lips, "Take off your clothes."

Ji Fengmian's thoughts were still on the second master Mao, and he froze for a moment, "Ah? What are you doing taking off your clothes?"

Jiang Nanshu got up, opened the first aid kit on the coffee table, took out the bruise medicine, and shook it.

"Oh oh oh, apply medicine!"

Without hesitation, Ji Fengmian even showed off a bit, taking off his shirt, revealing his back covered with smooth muscles.

He lay on the sofa and pointed out with experience, "This kind of blood congestion should be rubbed away in time, otherwise it will be purple tomorrow. I am not afraid of pain, just use your strength... ouch ouch!"

A scream pierced the sky, and if it wasn't for the high-end residence with one apartment per floor, the neighbors would have knocked on the door.

"Easy! Lighten!" Ji Fengmian completely disregarded his handsome image and howled ghostly. Just when he thought he might die in Jiang Nanshu's hands, the torture finally stopped.

Ji Fengmian lay on the sofa, dying, "Jiang Nanshu... hello... ruthless."

Jiang Nanshu got up, and covered the wound with a cold face, "You said it yourself, if the congestion is not rubbed, it will be more serious."

"Why are your hands so strong?" After the pain subsided, Ji Fengmian only felt refreshed.He couldn't figure out how Jiang Nanshu, who seemed quite frail, could have such a big hand.

Jiang Nanshu pulled the alcohol wipes on the table, and carefully wiped off the remaining medicine on his hands, "I have practiced my grip strength deliberately, and I often lift dumbbells at home."

"That's right. Practicing Sanda is all basic skills. No, you don't fight. Why do you practice this?"

Jiang Nanshu lowered his eyes, focused on wiping his hands, and didn't answer.

His goal is field archaeology, and he works outside all the year round. Apart from the need for excellent physical strength, it is enough arm strength to "shave the face" for a long time.

He didn't plan to tell Ji Fengmian these reasons, after all, Ji Fengmian is just an ordinary friend now.In his guidelines, ordinary friends do not need to talk about future plans.

Fortunately, Ji Fengmian shifted his attention quickly enough, "By the way, I see that you are quite proficient in applying traumatic medicine, have you practiced this before?"

"I used to have a friend who used to fight a lot, and he didn't dare to tell his parents when he got into a fight, so I had to help him deal with it." Jiang Nanshu said, "The more times you get into fights, the more you will naturally become proficient."

The more Ji Fengmian listened, the more unhappy he became, especially the soft expression on Jiang Nanshu's face at this time, "What kind of weak friend, it's fine to fight, but you are so often injured and need your help to deal with it, it sounds stupid."

"Yes, he is indeed quite stupid."

"Listen to me, don't make friends with this kind of idiot, it will only hurt you."

"Well, you're right." Jiang Nanshu looked at Ji Fengmian, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were slightly curved, and a smile appeared.

"..." Ji Fengmian was stunned, "You, you can actually laugh?"

Jiang Nanshu: "No, you're wrong, I'm a Zentraedi, I can't laugh, this is just a movement I simulated based on your human muscles."

"What, what?"

"just kidding."

Ji Fengmian was even more confused, "You actually know how to joke?"

Jiang Nanshu threw the wet tissue into the trash can, sniffed it lightly, and could still smell it, "I want to take a bath, where can I do it?"

Ji Fengmian got up enthusiastically, "I'll take you there."

The house is a duplex, the second floor is a whole large room and living room, and the guest room is on the first floor.

It is said that it is a guest room, with an area of ​​more than 30 square meters, and there is a bathroom inside.The guest rooms are cleaned by part-time workers every day, clean and tidy, and the sheets on the bed are changed once a week, so they can be used directly.

Even so, Ji Fengmian still felt dissatisfied, "The room conditions are average, why don't you come up and sleep with me? My bed is [-] meters, more than enough to sleep two people."

Jiang Nanshu shook his head, "No need, the guest room is fine."

He is a character with a sense of distance. If he sleeps in the same bed with someone else, he will probably keep his eyes open until dawn.

"Then I'll go up and find you a change of clothes. By the way, you can wear my school uniform tomorrow. I see that your clothes are all dirty on the wall."

Ji Fengmian's eyes flicked across the corners of his clothes that were rubbed with white ash, and landed on Jiang Nanshu's ankles.

His ankles were well-grown, and the ankle bones protruded from the fair skin, forming a fluid aesthetic that was like a work of art.However, this is a pair of school trousers and the standard length should be to cover the instep slightly.

The pants are obviously too short.

Some time ago, when the relationship with Jiang Nanshu was tense, Ji Fengmian also heard a lot of sour words between games.

"I don't know what Jiang Nanshu is proud of. He is so poor that he can't afford pants and looks down on people all day long..." or something like that.

Afterwards, Ji Fengmian taught that rambunctious person a good lesson on the court, several times of technical collisions, which left that idiot bruised for several days.

With the excuse of borrowing the clothes, it is logical to give the clothes to Jiang Nanshu.What's more, in order to avoid picking up the wrong clothes when playing, Ji Fengmian's jacket had his name embroidered on the lining.

Ji Fengmian became inexplicably happy, Jiang Nanshu wore his clothes, good brothers should wear each other's clothes.

Hey.

Seeing Ji Fengmian looking at him expectantly, Jiang Nanshu still ruthlessly refused, "No, just wash the school uniform."

"But I can't do it." Ji Fengmian was dying.

Jiang Nanshu saw the trick: "Your house is so luxuriously decorated, and the appliances are the best, so you don't have a dryer?"

Ji Fengmian was speechless, but he couldn't open his eyes and speak nonsense.

After all, the dryer is placed in the laundry room, and you can see it when you go in and use the washing machine. Jiang Nanshu is not blind.

Ji Fengmian was dejected and ready to leave, but Jiang Nanshu asked, "Can you lend me a set of pajamas?"

"it is good!"

Jiang Nanshu looked at Ji Fengmian's excited face, and even rushed out of the room with Xiaotiao to find clothes, which was very baffling.

For simple people, emotional changes are simple enough.

10 minute later.

High school boys often don't need to take a long time to take a bath, and the same is true of Jiang Nanshu, who has a good sense of time.

He walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair with a towel, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if a burning gaze was staring at him.

Jiang Nanshu pulled down the towel, and as soon as he looked up, he met a pair of deep eyes, which were shining.

Ji Fengmian was sitting on the sofa, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, looking very happy.

Although it's not very good to say so, Jiang Nanshu really felt that the other party looked like a puppy with a meaty bone at this time.

"...Are you still going to sleep?"

Ji Fengmian came back to his senses, "Ah, I'm worried that you need my help."

"For example?" Jiang Nanshu was a little curious.

"Ah, like, you dropped your towel and need me to get a new one?"

There was a smile in Jiang Nanshu's voice, "I can't see that you are so careful, thank you, it's already twelve o'clock, you can go back and rest."

Ji Fengmian is still in a state of excitement, not sleepy at all, "Why are you in such a hurry to sleep? Today is a milestone on the road of our friendship, why don't we hold candlelight to celebrate?"

"OK……"

Jiang Nanshu replied, Ji Fengmian's smile hadn't bloomed yet, and he heard the follow-up half a sentence, "If you can't sleep, let's do the paper together?"

"Woo-good night."

Ji Fengmian immediately withered, and went upstairs dejectedly.He thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep and was excited all night, but he didn't expect to fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Two hours later.

Ji Fengmian opened his eyes, stood up silently, and pulled a coat casually over his body.He didn't turn on the light, and walked out barefoot without making any noise, for fear of waking up the people downstairs.

He stopped at the door of the guest room downstairs, raised his hand, but took it back.

Ji Fengmian's fingers trembled slightly, he hadn't seen Jiang Nanshu for many years.

That day, he passed out drunk in front of Jiang Nanshu's tomb, opened his eyes again, and returned to the age of 17.

back to...

The year when Jiang Nanshu was still alive.

The person he was thinking about was behind the door, but Ji Fengmian didn't have the courage to open the door.

Still don't look.

Seeing it, Ji Fengmian was afraid that he would be affected by this subconscious during the day, and would develop some indescribable feelings towards Jiang Nanshu.

It is the most suitable relationship for each other to stay in the position of friends with peace of mind now. The tragic ending stems from his wishful thinking, wishing to hold the unreachable bright moon in the sky.

As long as Jiang Nanshu is alive, he is content.

He turns and leaves.

However, after only one step, Ji Fengmian stepped back, gritted his teeth, and gently opened the door.

Just look, he does nothing but look.

Just look at it.

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Have fun on New Year's Eve, everyone, and all wishes come true in the new year