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Compared with eight years ago, Wen Shuo's appearance has not changed much.

When he fell asleep, his mouth was half-opened, and he occasionally snorted, but his body, hands and feet remained motionless, and his sleeping appearance was very honest.

Dai Zhenheng asked himself, but he couldn't tell what attracted him to this person, but he couldn't find out what he didn't like about this person.

It seems that for him, Wen Shuo was born perfect, so that time flies, after many years, he can still occupy that position in his heart, unchanged.

Wen Shuo was preoccupied with other things and couldn't sleep well. He woke up before noon and looked for Dai Zhenheng in a daze.

Dai Zhenheng couldn't sleep, he was reading the news with his pad, when he heard the rustling sound, he turned his face and looked over.

Wen Shuo stood up and reached out to touch his forehead, slurring his words, "No fever. Does your head still hurt?"

"It's better." Dai Zhenheng didn't dare to move, his voice was extremely soft, and he wanted to coax him casually, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry," Wen Shuo muttered, lying back with his eyes closed, wrapped in a blanket, and curled up facing Dai Zhenheng, "...I'll sleep a little longer."

Wen Shuo slept until 03:30 in the afternoon, and Dai Zhenheng stayed by his side until 03:30.

During this period, Dai Zhenheng spent one-third of the time looking at the pad, and two-thirds of the time staring at Wen Shuo in a daze. Anyway, in the end, he didn't remember anything except this face.

After eating and drinking enough before going to bed, he was hungry again after waking up. Dai Zhenheng asked him what he wanted to eat, and Wen Shuo thought about it for a while, thinking about snail noodles.

Dai Zhenheng: "..."

He basically doesn't eat food with such a strong taste, so it is naturally impossible to prepare it at home.

Fortunately, the supporting facilities around the community are complete, and there are several supermarkets, big and small, so the two of them were not in a hurry, they strolled around from the supermarket closest to home, and finally found the brand Wen Shuo wanted to eat in a small shop.

Although Wen Shuo doesn't usually cook, he can't even cook instant noodles well, but he is very particular about eating this noodle.

In addition to the seasoning packet that Fen'er brought, there are also lettuce and gluten balls. Just buying these two things, the two of them went to three more supermarkets-the first two are not without it, but Dai Zhenheng dislikes these two. The lettuce was not fresh enough, so he finally went to a supermarket that sells fresh food and finally found the lettuce that met his requirements.

When Wen Shuo returned home, he was in charge of cooking, and Dai Zhenheng was beside him, serving a basin for washing vegetables, handing over a cover and something, and it was so beautiful in his heart.

Wenshuo is also very good at cooking noodles. Boil the water and put the noodles in. Take out the noodles and put seasonings, gluten balls, and lettuce... It was all good until Wenshuo opened the bamboo shoot bag, and Dai Zhenheng almost stumbled over it. .

When Wen Shuo finished cooking and served it on the table, Dai Zhenheng's head grew dizzy, looking at the amber pot filled with snail powder.

Wen Shuo filled Dai Zhenheng with a bowl first, then asked him: "Brother, is this enough for you? Do you want some more?"

Dai Zhenheng shook his head until he felt dizzy, he didn't even want to eat a bite: "Enough, enough."

Wen Shuo was very happy when he heard that: "Then do you mind if I eat it with a pot!"

Dai Zhenheng: "..."

Dai Zhenheng looked at the bowl with a sad face, while Wen Shuo hugged the pot heartily.

Wen Shuo cared about him while eating: "Brother, why don't you eat? Are you still feeling sick?"

Dai Zhenheng forced a smile with the corners of his mouth pulled, looked down at the bowl in hand, and finally got scared—afraid that if he was cowardly now, he would never have this chance again, so he stubbornly picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth , the taste... seems to be okay?Not as hard to swallow as expected.

In addition, he didn't eat a few mouthfuls in the morning, and Wen Shuo cooked the noodles himself, so he ate the whole bowl in a daze.

After the meal, Wen Shuo rushed to clean up the tableware again, while Dai Zhenheng sat at the dining table and watched his figure fluttering in the kitchen like a butterfly, his mind wandering.

He didn't think much about it in the future, but cherished the present time very much.

On the next Sunday, Dai Zhenheng took a rest, and Wen Shuo rarely caught up with the weekend.

Get up early in the morning and accompany Mama Wen to the market next to the community to buy vegetables. Like an old man, he pulls a small car behind Mama Wen's buttocks.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly smelled a bad smell, and I was instantly attracted by it.

"Durian!" Wen Shuo took three steps and made two steps, abandoning his mother and the car, jumping and jumping, "How do you sell it? Give me some, big ones, and the ones that are so ripe that you can eat them when you take them home." That kind!"

Mother Wen reluctantly followed, stood beside her and covered her nose and frowned: "You are not allowed to take it home to eat! After buying it, squat at the gate of the market to eat!"

"I know, I know!" In the past, Wen Shuo could have been wronged to death, but now it's different, if he can't take it home, he won't. Now he has a place to go!

After paying the money, I didn't ask the stall owner to peel it. Mama Wen didn't eat it, but she took care of it too much. She kept saying that the stall owner didn't wash his hands and it was unhygienic.

Wen Shuo was carrying his precious durian and didn't have the heart to go shopping with his mother anymore, he inhaled it like an addict, looking like he was going to bleed down anytime.

Mother Wen was extremely disgusted: "Go, go, don't stay with me, it stinks."

"Then I'm leaving!" Wen Shuo licked his lips, "I don't need to cook for me at noon, I'll find a friend to eat durian!"

Mother Wen glanced at him, which meant that you went there for whatever you wanted, but she was quite happy in her heart, she hadn't heard Wen Shuo say that she went to play with friends for a while.

A young man should look like a young man, what's the matter with staying at home all day?Mother Wen actually disliked Wen Shuo's use of his mobile phone or sleeping at home whenever he was resting.

Wen Shuo left the vegetable market and took a shortcut to run to Dai Zhenheng's house, just passing through the neighborhood next door.

There is a shop on the west side of the main entrance of this community. It usually sells sesame seed cakes, pancakes, noodles, steamed buns and so on. It also serves breakfast in the morning.

When Wen Shuo passed by, he looked at his watch and found that it was only 07:30. He didn't know if Dai Zhenheng had had breakfast, but if he hadn't eaten, a bowl of soy milk would not take up space.

Therefore, the early morning of this day was the most difficult for Dai Zhenheng in his life.

When Wen Shuo rang the doorbell of Dai Zhenheng's house with Durian in his left hand and Douzhi in his right hand, he woke up for a while and was making coffee just after washing up.

Seeing that the figure on the monitor was Wen Shuo, Dai Zhenheng was really pleasantly surprised - after all, Wen Shuo didn't say that he would come over the day before, he was afraid that Wen Shuo would be annoying, and he didn't have such a big face to invite people every day...Look at it now Come on, this house really moved right!

As soon as the door opened...

Durian and soybean juice are two-pronged approach, and Dai Zhenheng directly starts to doubt life.

Wen Shuo really didn't treat himself as an outsider. He changed his shoes and carried his things into the kitchen. The durian was placed on the dining table, and the bean juice was getting cold, so he prepared to heat it up.

Yesterday, Dai Zhenheng felt that he was busy chattering like a butterfly in the kitchen, but today he only felt that there was a fluttering moth standing in front of him, and his motionlessness made him feel troubled.

When the smell of hot bean juice comes out, oh, Dai Zhenheng only feels that his brain is on the verge of overflowing just like the hot bean juice in the pot.

"Brother, let's drink it. I bought it specially for you." Wen Shuo was full of enthusiasm, "My dad said that there is nothing that a bowl of soybean juice can't solve. If there is anything, then have another bowl."

Dai Zhenheng sat at the dining table, staring at the bowl of bean juice in front of him in a daze.

Wen Shuo asked concerned: "Your complexion is not very good-looking, are you still feeling uncomfortable? Soybean juice will relieve the fire, drink the guaranteed juice and you will be cured of your illness."

Dai Zhenheng didn't want to drink it, and even wanted to confess to Wen Shuo that he was not sick, but that he could absorb formaldehyde, but he didn't drink it, he didn't drink it...he didn't have the courage to refuse!

When the temperature of the bean juice dropped slightly and it could be eaten directly, Dai Zhenheng held his breath and forced himself to drink it down in one go.

After drinking, he wanted to retch, but seeing Wen Shuo beside him looking at him with concern, how could he dare to show it.

After exhausting his acting skills all his life, Dai Zhenheng looked back carefully, for fear that Wen Shuo would find out that he didn't like this stuff when he finally suppressed that energy.

Wen Shuo never thought that Dai Zhenheng would not drink soybean juice. In his knowledge, didn't the locals grow up drinking this stuff? Even his mother didn't like durian and snail powder so much Everyone drinks it.

Seeing that Dai Zhenheng finished drinking a bowl, he also asked if he wanted another bowl. Dai Zhenheng's eyes were almost out of focus when he heard it, but he remembered that he had made coffee, so he quickly used this as an excuse.

Wen Shuo drank soybean juice like drinking water, drank up the rest, wiped his mouth, and peeled the durian!

Dai Zhenheng: "..."

After the baptism of soybean juice, the taste of durian is nothing.

When Wen Shuo was peeling the durian, Dai Zhenheng sat and watched, and helped him fiddle with it from time to time, but he still didn't have the desire to eat it.

Wen Shuo was different, drooling while peeling, the fruit was so ripe that sometimes he had to touch the pulp with his hands after picking it up, and he couldn't bear to wash it off, so he just sucked it.

Dai Zhenheng was not greedy when he saw durians, but he was a little dizzy when he saw Wen Shuo licking his fingers and licking his hands, so he stared at his hands without looking at his face, and misunderstood Wen Shuo.

Wen Shuo peeled off a relatively complete piece and handed it to him: "Come."

Dai Zhenheng's scalp was numb: "...No..."

Wen Shuo was full of doubts.

Dai Zhenheng's last desire to survive: "I don't... like this... taste..."

Wen Shuo: "It's delicious! It's better than soybean juice! Brother, try it!"

Dai Zhenheng still refused, but Wen Shuo thought it would work, his mother didn't like to eat it, and he was very lonely by himself, now that Dai Zhenheng finally had him, if he didn't like to eat it, what would be the point of eating durian in the future? pleasure!

So Wen Shuo babbled to sell, seeing that Dai Zhenheng's expression was erratic and the rejection was not thorough, so he settled for the next best thing, dug a little bit of flesh with his fingers, and fed it to Dai Zhenheng's mouth: "Brother, that's it A little bit, try it and say it!"

Dai Zhenheng: "..." Do you want his life?Even if he doesn't want to eat durian, he still wants to eat ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Wen Shuo put his hand next to Dai Zhenheng's mouth, and the two of them stalemate for about half a minute before Dai Zhenheng blushed, moved forward with chattering teeth, and stuck out his tongue to lick the bit of durian.

Durian smells stinky, but it tastes surprisingly sweet when you eat it - Wen Shuo's fingers are so sweet too.

Since then, whenever Dai Zhenheng passes by a supermarket or fruit shop, he always goes in to see if there are any durians.

There is a special cabinet at home to store snail rice noodles. Wenshuo’s favorite brand is packed in whole boxes. Buy a bag or two of less common brands and keep them alone.

Wen Shuo really likes this. At home, Wen's mother doesn't like it and won't let him do it. Now that Dai Zhenheng has no worries, what do he want to do? Why not run here?

When Dai Zhenheng first moved, he would come over to play sometimes. After a month, Dai Zhenheng's fingerprint lock directly recorded his fingerprints, and he didn't even have to press the doorbell when he came here, just like going back to his own home.