Chapter 30: who drinks milk

Another week has passed.

This weekend, Qingcheng Xie is not staying at the University of Medicine - he is going back to his old house in downtown Huzhou to check it out.

Since the siblings were in college, the old mansion was no longer inhabited by people, and there was a difference between men and women.

But because they and the neighbors have a good relationship, Auntie Li is like a mother to them, so the siblings will come back every now and then, and Auntie Li to eat a meal, live on two days.

Qingcheng Xie had a lot on his plate recently and hadn't been home for a while, so he called Xue Xie this week.

"Go to Aunt Lai's house on the weekend and I'll drive to pick you up."

I didn't expect Xue Xie to say, "I passed by there the night before last and went to see her already."

"...... Why didn't you tell me."

"I..." Xue Xie said with a grunt, "I just have nothing to do but hang out."

"There are three subway changes from Huzhou University to Moyu Lane, and there are no major shopping malls near there, so you're going to wander there by yourself?"

"Yes, yes."

" Xue Xie , you don't lie to me here." Qingcheng Xie's tone was suddenly cold, "Have you been hiding something from me lately?"

Xue Xie grunted and couldn't make up a sentence, and finally simply gave a panicked "ah".

"Brother, my phone is out of battery."

" Xue Xie!"

"I'm really out of battery, I'm hanging up now, go by yourself brother, I have something to do this weekend, remember to say hello to Aunt Lai for me! Bye!"

Qingcheng Xie wanted to say something else, but the response was a series of busy beeps on his phone.

......

Qingcheng Xie cut off the call, cold face threw the phone to the table, went to the dormitory balcony, distracted and finished a whole cigarette.

Xue Xie is not going, he still has to go back.

Not only to see Aunt Li, but also to clean up the house. Although not always live, but after all, that is his and Xue Xie real home.

So after class on Friday night, Qingcheng Xie picked up some simple personal items and took the subway back to Moyu Lane.

It is one of the few dilapidated alleyways in the city that has not been demolished, or was built when it was a tenancy, with dark red bricks and pink and white trim. The government allocates money every year to repair the exterior as beautifully as possible, but it still does not change the fate of the late beauty. The interlocking clotheslines are like wrinkles that can't be removed by powder, and the peeling paint is a dull lip gloss. These small buildings sprawled among the grand and open modern buildings are easily reminiscent of grandparents sitting in the middle of young people taking pictures, which is quite characteristic of the times.

Qingcheng Xie entered the alley, some aunts and uncles were collecting clothes, and when they saw him, they greeted him -

"Professor Xie, you're back?"

"Has Dr. Xie eaten? Master and uncle here cooked some corn to eat can not be eaten, later to send you ah."

Qingcheng Xie answered with them, then turned sideways into the entrance of the building full of broken bicycles and entered the door of his house.

Later, Xue Xie grew up, her mouth was far sweeter than his, and she communicated with others much more frequently than he did, so the intimate name "Xiao Xie" was given to her sister, while he was mostly politely addressed as Professor Xie and Dr. Xie by them.

The only elder who does not call Qingcheng Xie by his professional name is Auntie Lai.

Qingcheng Xie and her family is a doorway, he entered the house to bring back a change of clothes once put, and went to knock on the door of Aunt Lai's house.

"Noisy, noisy, to die, in the middle of the night-"

Knocked half a day, Auntie Lai's little red broken door did not open, but the attic living in the attic on the window opened, barely crooked out a hair thinning brain, but half of the curses, found the people standing below, the uncle collected the spittle.

"Oh, so it's Dr. Xie who's back."

"Master and Uncle, where is Aunt Lai?"

"Hey hey hey, she saw a few days ago small Xie Qing, think Nong will not follow so quickly back well, so she went to her little sister this morning."

"Went to her friend's place?" Qingcheng Xie frowned slightly.

"Yes, ouch, you are not unaware of Aunt Leah's cackle, people crazy one, a lot of years old but also crazy and small sisters engaged in what cheongsam show, play to a happy. It is estimated that these two days will not come back."

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

"Dr. Xie meal eaten did not it?" After the grandfather and uncle nattered, they greeted Qingcheng Xie, "have not eaten, come up and eat with the grandfather and uncle."

Qingcheng Xie and the neighbors have always been nonchalant: "What's for dinner?"

"Eat the mango." Uncle peeked out of the narrow window with an old valley bark-like hand, holding out a large yellow peeled mango.

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

The old urchin saw his look, giggling out, a few thinning hair in the wind trembling: "Look at you, look at you, a serious, frowning, hahahahahaha, hair dimple."

Qingcheng Xie : "...... Forget it, you can eat it yourself, I'm going home."

He said he threw open the door and went into his family room.

The room is divided into two halves, separated by a simple blue curtain, and the window with a view of the outside is Xue Xie's place, although the space is small, but the window has several lovely succulent plants and blooming moonflowers. The bed was the princess bed Qingcheng Xie had given her when she was in junior high school, with colorful dolls and pillows on it, and faded celebrity posters on the wall along the edge of the bed.

Qingcheng Xie tossed his jacket onto his bed, his long fingers threading into his tie buckle, pulling it loose and letting out a breath of air.

His bed is placed against the door, but also to take the screen curtain partition, he lived a less sophisticated, an old wooden bed from his parents' generation to the present, the old furniture is strong, more than thirty years of conscientious weather accompany, or very solid and durable.

After a busy week, Qingcheng Xie was so tired that he poured some water and ate some medicine, lay in bed and slept for a while, and when he woke up, it was completely dark.

Aunt Lai is not in, he is also too lazy to sit down to eat a good meal, so feel out the phone casually ordered a takeaway.

After clicking on the page before closing it, a WeChat alert popped up.

Yu He : "Where are you?"

Qingcheng Xie couldn't be bothered to respond.

The second message popped up again, "I came to see you at the medical university and didn't see you."

"......"

Qingcheng Xie was too tired to type and replied as little as possible: "Home."

Yu He seems to be more words for less money: "You are home? Did you go home? Is Xue Xie also with you?"

People who have been tightly wound, once they return to the realm of peace of mind and completely relaxed, it is difficult to immediately wind up.

Qingcheng Xie is like this, he lay flat on the old wooden bed, loose tie and shirt top two buttons, the whole person are lazy and soft, even fingers are too lazy to move, directly pressed to send voice, voice some lazy raspy: "you do not bother you, she is not with me, the weekend, and still come to me for what? There is no milk for you to drink either. You don't know how to order take-out, you need company?"

He usually doesn't speak so harshly to Yu He.

He was caught cheating by Yu He, so he was a little embarrassed and didn't think of a way to get back into the game, so he didn't look for the kid for a week.

Now that Yu He has taken the initiative to play him, he is also on fire, wanting to rest and not worry about the psycho.

The psycho was really silent for a while.

Then came a text message.

"I'm a little bored."

Qingcheng Xie continues to voice without ripples: "Go play with your classmates."

Text message: "I wanted to come to you."

"Can't you understand me Yu He ? I'm on a weekend, I'm taking a break, and I'm at my own house, and you've only been here a few times when you were a kid and don't remember the way." Qingcheng Xie refused him irritably, but probably because he was lying flat on the edge of the bed and he was tired, he couldn't help but bring some soft nasal sounds.

Yu He Another text message, "Don't worry, I remember it well."

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

Also, how else can you be a schoolteacher.

"Don't you come, there's no time to entertain you. Unless you're sick again. Are you sick?"

Text message: "Not sick."

"Then don't come."

Then sent a text message, "You lost to me last time, I haven't given you a request have I?"

Qingcheng Xie two eyes staring at the ceiling, the light of the phone screen shines his face blue, more and more deadly dull: "...... Yu He , what do you really want."

This time the other party's message was not returned immediately and seemed to be in thought.

When Qingcheng Xie lost his patience and was ready to throw his phone aside and go back to sleep, Yu He came back with another message, this time a direct voice. The young man's voice is well conditioned, a pool of warm and deep, the words are subtle.

It's just a shameless thing to say.

"I'm not sick, but I'm not in a good mood, thinking that I have to pretend in front of everyone else, quite tired, but not in front of you, so I came to find you to take a break."

"...... Am I a playground? You have nothing to come to my place for a break?" Qingcheng Xie to that nice tone fuming, " Yu He , you have what psychological disorder, before avoiding me to avoid faster than a dog, the results of the last let you get some sweet, you now also chase yourself over, what, also addicted?"

Yu He actually doesn't know what's wrong with him.

Maybe before the eyes have been chasing Xue Xie, there is always a little expectation in the heart.

Now that this expectation is gone, his eyes are no longer willing to let Xue Xie see, so he has no choice but to turn his gaze away.

In the midst of this bewilderment, he finally found Qingcheng Xie as the best person for him to work through his knots - Qingcheng Xie knew him well, and ......

And Qingcheng Xie's eyes, at least, are similar to Xue Xie's.

He watched, even if he knew it was fake, he was somewhat relieved. What's more, it was really interesting to have Qingcheng Xie lose to him, something he hadn't expected and had never imagined before.

Qingcheng Xie may be right, he is a bit addicted.

The first thing he didn't expect was to wait for Qingcheng Xie to call on him again, but he didn't wait left and right. The week went by and I got a little bored, so I condescended to send him this message tonight, and after Qingcheng Xie refused again and again, I coldly couldn't resist changing the text message to a voice message, hoping that the other party would hear the displeasure in his voice.

"I'm coming over right now."

Qingcheng Xie was so annoyed that he threw his phone against the wall, and Yu He's unpleasant voice was still playing automatically in the cramped old house--

"You haven't called on me for a week, you're not afraid, are you?"

Qingcheng Xie sighed: "I'm fucking scared of you, damn it."

Qingcheng Xie originally pointed out that he had misremembered the location of the wrong house, but when the old broken security door was knocked on without delay, Qingcheng Xie knew that it would be better to expect Yu He's IQ to drop than to expect Yu He to fall into the manhole cover under construction on the road.

"Duk Duk Duk."

"......" Qingcheng Xie, who was lying on his bed until his power went out, moved his fingers, still not wanting to get up.

Yu He played the fine quality of contemporary college students respecting the old and loving the young, civilized and polite, and did not rush, nor did he leave, Qingcheng Xie did not get up, and he just bent his index finger and knocked on the door a few times every few moments, not lightly but not heavily.

He's not even in a hurry.

He is not anxious, upstairs when the old and strong hearing is very good uncle but anxious, uncle a push open the attic window: "knock knock knock! Knock so long will not ask if anyone ah! Yeah? You are a young man familiar, you look for which ah. The community is a public service, to comfort the widows and orphans na?"

......

What a fucking disgrace.

Qingcheng Xie, a widow lying in bed pretending to be dead, was forced to get up, pulled open the security door and shouted upstairs, "It's okay, Uncle, I know someone."

While clutching the collar of the youth standing outside, he violently yanked the man through the half-open doorway into the house.

"You come in." The broken security door slammed shut behind the two, and the word "fortune" affixed to the door trembled and skewed a few inches because of the force.

Qingcheng Xie blackened his face and slammed Yu He on the wall.

"What do you want to do."

Yu He stood against the wall, his body had a faint fragrance of laundry, and the scent of young boys in the sun for a long time, the smell of youth in Rongsheng.

This smell enters the room and mixes with the cold tobacco smell of Qingcheng Xie's house.

Yu He raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger upstairs: "Didn't everyone else say that? I came to comfort the widows and orphans."

The young man did not have the subtlety of a volunteer volunteer, and did not regard himself as an outsider.

The most annoying thing is that after going around the house, the volunteer comrade actually turned around and politely asked the "widow" he was consoling.

"Brother Xie, I'm a little hungry, can you give some food."

Qingcheng Xie was so annoyed that he raised his hand and grabbed his hanging forehead hair: "Go drink milk, you."

"Do you have milk for me to drink?"

"......" Qingcheng Xie did not have the good grace to rummage through a carton of Shuhua milk thrown to him.

Yu He took a look: "This milk is not pure enough, I never drink this brand."

"......"

Qingcheng Xie eyes like a blade, thin lips like frost: "Then what do you want to drink, young master? Do you want me to find someone to produce some for you now?"