Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The rain curtain trapped them under the eaves, forming a small space that seemed isolated from the outside world.No one spoke for a while, only the patter of raindrops on the gray tiles and bluestone pavement could be heard.

This shower of rain tended to become more and more violent. After waiting for a while, Wen Xiaoyu said: "Then I won't go back, just run to your house."

He Xiran nodded: "Yes."

Even though the distance was extremely short, the two of them ran fast enough. When they entered the living room of the He family, their bodies were still soaked through.

The small building is quiet, the doors and windows are tightly closed, and the sound insulation is very good. The noise of the rain outside is blocked by more than half, and only the vague sound is left in the house.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and He Xiran didn't seem to want to stay in the hall any longer.Before Wen Xiaoyu had time to look carefully at his working environment, he was taken to the second floor by him.

Stepping into He Xiran's bedroom, a faint scent of lemon hits his face, which is similar to the refreshing and clean smell on his body.

On a rainy day, the room looks extremely dark, and the whole color is creamy oatmeal, with a subtle fragrance floating, giving people a secret but comfortable feeling.

"It's so cold, what kind of weather is this?" He Xiran shook off the water droplets on his head, like a puppy.

"You insist on getting caught in the rain, who can blame you, go take a shower."

Wen Xiaoyu was completely dragged down by him, the cold was second to none, her wet clothes were sticking to her body, it was very uncomfortable, and when she thought of enduring this discomfort and continuing to work, her tone seemed a little anxious.

"I won't wash with you!" He Xiran's eyes widened, and he took three steps back.

"Did I say I want to wash with you?" Wen Xiaoyu was helpless, what kind of brain circuit did this guy have.

"Bring me a towel," he said gruffly.

"Oh." He Xiran went to the bathroom to get two towels, and handed one to Wen Xiaoyu, "There is a bathroom on the second floor, you go there to wash, and I'll find you a set of clothes to change into."

He wiped his hair and walked into the cloakroom connected to the bedroom, turned on the light and rummaged through his clothes.

"Is there a size I can wear?" Wen Xiaoyu asked suspiciously as he followed him.

"Who do you look down on! You're not much taller than me." He Xiran yelled, gouging him out of the corner of his eye.

"Not much, only a dozen centimeters." Wen Xiaoyu took off his soaked coat and threw it into his dirty clothes basket.

"Hmph! You are just a big fool." He Xiran was scratching in the closet, whispering, "Grandma Wen said that I will grow taller, and I will definitely surpass you."

His cloakroom was also filled with a pleasant fragrance, Wen Xiaoyu urged: "Find yourself whatever you want, and go take a bath quickly, don't catch a cold."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Xiran sneezed. He rubbed his nose, pulled out a set of loose sweater and trousers and handed it to Wen Xiaoyu: "You should be able to wear this set, if you can't wear it, just stuff it."

Wen Xiaoyu took it resignedly and went to another bathroom.

This bathroom doesn't look as big as the one in He Xiran's bedroom, and it's also separated from the bathroom. It's twice the size of the only bathroom in Wen's house.It is clean inside and out, there is no dust in the corners, and the mirrors and tiles reflect light.

Even if it was a bathroom that was hardly useful, Grandma Wen would clean it up on weekdays, Wen Xiaoyu looked a little sad.

There was a bottle of good-smelling aromatherapy on the shelf. He exhaled, raised his hand, took off his shirt, untied his wet bandage and threw it into the trash can.

Facts have proved that the suit He Xiran gave him can be worn, but the trousers have become cropped trousers.He came out of the shower with bare ankles after taking a shower, looking a little funny to himself.

He was worried that the wound would become inflamed if soaked in rain, so when he came out, he was shirtless and leaned close to the mirror to check it.

I hadn't looked at my wound carefully in the mirror before, but now that I took a closer look, the wound had scabbed over, but the dark brown was winding on my back for nearly [-] centimeters.

But there didn't seem to be any signs of inflammation, he was about to put on his clothes, when he heard a "squeak", He Xiran pushed the door open and walked in as if no one was there.

"!" Stepping in suddenly, He Xiran blushed and shouted, "Why don't you close the door?!"

Fuck?Here comes the Porcelain.Wen Xiaoyu leaned against the sink without a word, crossed his arms and looked at him like this, and asked slowly: "Did I not close the door, or did you not knock?"

"Oh...oh." He Xiran groaned twice, and said with a sullen expression, "I'm used to it, so I forgot about it."

He came in with a medical bag, and ordered Wen Xiaoyu: "Turn around! I'll give you the medicine."

Before Wen Xiaoyu could say his refusal, he walked over involuntarily, pushed Wen Xiaoyu's shoulder, and carefully wiped his back with cotton wool.

Quite domineering, Wen Xiaoyu closed his eyes and endured a new round of suffering.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw in the mirror that He Xiran's gaze was a little flickering, and he would glance at his face from time to time.Looking at him this time, being caught straight, He Xiran's cheeks began to flush.

Here it is again, what's wrong with blushing when you apply the medicine.

Before Wen Xiaoyu looked away, he saw that his hair hadn't been dried, so he might have rushed over to apply the medicine.The chestnut hair was dripping with water, and the whole body was covered with a layer of water mist, as if blown by the salty sea breeze.

The freshly washed white and tender cheeks were flushed, and the corners of the eyes were also stained with dark red wet marks.Wen Xiaoyu couldn't take his eyes off the wet red patch, and said in a low voice, "Dry yourself first, and then slowly dry it for me."

He originally intended to be afraid that He Xiran would catch a cold, but this enemy didn't know what to think, and his whole face turned completely red in an instant.

It's numb, Wen Xiaoyu is numb, he opened his mouth numbly and said, "Shut up!"

"Shut up!" He Xiran said these two words almost at the same time, even the tone was exactly the same.

He Xiran was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Wen Xiaoyu's smirk in the mirror, he realized that he was imitating himself.

Wen Xiaoyu: "You bastard!"

He Xiran: "Wen Xiaoyu, you bastard!"

"Yo, I made a mistake, I forgot to say my own name." Wen Xiaoyu finished speaking with regret, and couldn't help laughing.

He Xiran was also amused by him and giggled, bent slightly, and put the medicine-applied hand on his back.

"Wen Xiaoyu, you learn to speak like a human, are you childish or not?"

"You only have these few sentences back and forth, it's hard to learn or not." Wen Xiaoyu couldn't help but straighten her back even more.

He Xiran was about to hit him back, when suddenly there was a sound of "thump, thud, thump" footsteps from the corridor outside the door.

"Aran? Are you back?" Mrs. He's voice sounded loudly outside the door. It was sharp and thin, and it hurt people's eardrums.

The smile on He Xiran's face froze, the smile in his eyes was fleeting, and he replied respectfully, "Grandma, I'm the one who's back."

Mrs. He snorted outside, and reprimanded: "Hurry up and practice the piano when you get back! Don't dawdle and be lazy!"

"Understood, grandma." After He Xiran finished answering, he heard the sound of high heels walking away, and the door gradually became quiet.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and silently applied medicine to Wen Xiaoyu.Wen Xiaoyu observed him in the mirror, but no smile appeared on his face.

It was raining and foggy outside, and the room was darker than before.When the two returned to He Xiran's bedroom, Wen Xiaoyu put their wet clothes into the laundry basket and asked, "Where is the laundry room?"

"At the end of the corridor on the first floor, the kitchen is also next to it." He Xiran said in a low voice, "My grandma will come for dinner at six o'clock, and you have to make dinner before then."

He paused, and added: "For three people. And... don't go to the basement, even close."

"Well, I got it." Wen Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, "You..."

"Go quickly, stop moaning." He Xiran pushed him out of the door, and said with a sullen head, "My grandma is going down again now, you should finish everything before she comes up, and then hurry up go home."

He pushed Wen Xiaoyu to the corridor, while he entered the piano room opposite the bedroom, and closed the door with a "bang".Intermittent piano notes came out from the crack in the door, even if Wen Xiaoyu was not skilled, he could still hear the confusion of the notes.

He frowned and stood for a while, feeling that somewhere in his heart was as chaotic as the sound of the piano inside the door, and it even tended to spread gradually.He closed his eyes forcefully, and went downstairs with the dirty clothes basket.

This small building of the He family is equivalent to a miniature villa, with cold solid wood floors under the feet, and several precious oil paintings on the walls, which seem to be made by the same master, all in a solemn and elegant style, a little dull .

The ceiling on the first floor is very high, and a huge crystal lamp hangs in the center of the main hall, reflecting the cold light.When Wen Xiaoyu sent He Xiran home in the past, he had never seen this light turn on.

It's not just because of the rain today, their house always seems to be so dark.

Wen Xiaoyu frowned and took a few steps forward.In the small flower hall is a round marble table with a bouquet of fresh flowers in a delicate vase.Judging from the flower arrangement style, it looks like Grandma Wen's handwriting, which finally added a touch of vitality to this home.

Mrs. He's bedroom is also on the first floor, but there doesn't seem to be any trace of living there. Just like what He Xiran said, she spends most of her time in the basement.

That's good, he doesn't have to meet her face to face when he's working.

The sound of the piano on the second floor gradually became smoother, drifting to the first floor with ding ding dong dong.Wen Xiaoyu closed her eyes and smiled lightly. Someone was in a good mood today. He chose a few melodious tunes to practice, and occasionally made a few mistakes.

Even though it doesn't sound so perfect, it has a sense of agility, which makes the listener feel relaxed.

It seems to be good if it is played forever in such a relaxed state.Wen Xiaoyu thought.And doing housework can be accompanied by such an elegant background sound, this job does not seem to be as bad as imagined.

He took the dirty clothes to the laundry room to wash, went upstairs to tidy up the two bathrooms, and then vacuumed the floor.Finally, I stood at the door of the kitchen and took a deep breath silently. The only task left for today was to make dinner.

Stuck in the kitchen, I don't know when the sound of the piano upstairs stopped.He Xiran came down from the second floor, stood in front of the kitchen door and hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.

A puff of thick white smoke scrambled out, and the clouds and mist were pushed away, and what came into view was a messy scene.

──A few burnt frying pans were piled up in the sink, messy vegetables were cut on the chopping board, and something was cooking in the soup pot on the stove, and the wafting smell was not very good.

Wen Xiaoyu's brows were frowned, he stirred the soup pot with a spoon in one hand, and carefully studied the small cooking video with his mobile phone in the other hand, his attitude was so serious that He Xiran pushed the door in without realizing it.

"Wen Xiaoyu, are you going to blow up the kitchen?" He Xiran asked dumbfounded.

Wen Xiaoyu, who was obsessed with cooking, was startled by the sudden sound. There was oil in his hands, and he couldn't hold the phone firmly, and fell into the steaming soup pot with a "plop".

Wen Xiaoyu: "..."

He Xiran: "..."