Song Xuanhe found a hotel nearby, took a shower, changed into clothes brought by his assistant, and returned to the hospital. Xiao Yuanmu did not wake up all night, so he slept on the accompanying bed all night.
At six o'clock in the morning, Song Xuanhe, who had not slept well the whole night, woke up in a daze. When he sat up and saw the unfamiliar environment, he was blank for a moment, until his sight moved to Xiao Yuanmu not far away, and his memory slowly returned.
He packed up his things casually and left the ward, then drove directly home. When he got home, he went straight to the kitchen with an ambitious look on his face.
The system, which had been silent until now, spoke up after he poured the rice into the pot and added the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar: [Brother, what are you doing? 】
Song Xuanhe stared at the boiling water in the pot along with the rice grains, and asked: "Can't you see that I'm cooking porridge? 】
After a few seconds, the system answered honestly: [I really can’t tell. 】
Song Xuanhe turned down the fire, stood beside the pot and watched carefully, ignoring the system.
After a few minutes, Song Xuanhe frowned and opened his phone to search how long it takes to cook porridge. However, as soon as the webpage was opened, the phone rang and the webpage turned into a call page.
Seeing the strange number in front of him, Song Xuanhe simply swiped and hung up.
The webpage showed many ways to cook porridge, the most common of which was white porridge. Song Xuanhe didn't like white porridge, and it was too simple, which did not reflect his apology and cooking skills in a low-key way. So he flipped through a few pages and finally found a porridge recipe that looked good from the picture and the ingredients were not too complicated - century egg and lean meat porridge.
Song Xuanhe looked around the refrigerator and found a lot of meat, from poultry to seafood, everything, but there were only eggs.
Eggs are just eggs. They are all eggs and there is not much difference.
Song Xuanhe poured out the pot of porridge, added water and rice according to the recipe, and followed the recipe step by step. It looked pretty good, at least until he beat the eggs in.
Song Xuanhe turned off the fire and poured out the porridge in the pot again with an expressionless face. Just as he was about to start another pot, his cell phone rang again, and it was still the same unfamiliar number.
"who?"
The other party was obviously not expecting Song Xuanhe's voice and remained silent for a few seconds.
Song Xuanhe frowned and closed the refrigerator. He took out his frustration and anger for not being able to cook porridge properly on the person on the other side of the phone: "If you have to fart, fart now."
The person on the other end obviously came to his senses and quickly said, "It's me, Master Song, I'm Liu Xu."
Song Xuanhe paused and raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"
"Are you free recently? I want to meet you. I have something to tell you."
Song Xuanhe's mind turned, and in less than half a second, he had figured out Liu Xu's plan clearly. He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a very bad tone: "Can you see me whenever you want?"
Liu Xu didn't expect Song Xuanhe to have such an attitude, but she still said softly: "I have something very important to tell you. It concerns your family and your parents. I think you must know."
"Oh?" Song Xuanhe found a chair in the restaurant and sat down, his voice nonchalant: "Is it something important?"
"right."
Song Xuan and Manbujingxinde held the anti-scalding mat on the table, lifted it up and put it down, saying in a puzzled voice: "But I can't figure out why Queen Liu has important information about our Song family."
"I can't talk about the Song family." Liu Xu said softly, "But it is related to your mother."
Song Xuanhe sneered silently, and said with a curled lip: "If that's the case, then Queen Liu should set a time."
Liu Xu was delighted and said quickly, "How about next Tuesday? The location is Liuqu Creek."
Liuquxi is a very private teahouse. Many celebrities and bigwigs from the political and business circles go there to drink tea. I heard that the owner behind it is very mysterious, so it is indeed very safe for Liu Xu to choose to stay there.
Song Xuanhe's voice was calm, but the smile on his face was full of the malice that he always had when he was scheming against someone. He said slowly, "Okay, see you on Tuesday."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe glanced at the time, and when he saw it was 9:10, he couldn't help but swear. Then he pursed his lips and called Jinji, sending him the address of Xiao Yuanmu's ward.
When Song Xuanhe arrived at the hospital, Xiao Yuanmu was already drinking porridge. Seeing him come in, his hand scooping porridge paused imperceptibly, glanced at him lightly, and then curled his lips: "You are here, the porridge is delicious."
Hearing his voice, Song Xuanhe paused, and quickly glanced at his face, which had returned to normal, and his tall figure, which did not look empty even in the hospital gown. Finally, she stopped her gaze at his bony fingers holding the wooden spoon, and pursed her lips and said, "If buying a midnight snack can cause trouble, what else can you do?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze moved around Song Xuanhe inconspicuously, lingering on his gently pursed lips for a few seconds before retracting his gaze, slowly drinking a mouthful of porridge, and said lightly: "Are you still angry?"
Song Xuanhe stood there, his expression blank for a moment, his pupils moving slightly revealing innocence. After a few seconds, he finally reacted, his expression changed slightly, he raised his hands at his sides and hugged them to his chest, his clear voice became a little higher: "Why should I be angry? Why should I be angry? Just because you kissed me? Are you kidding me?"
"Just don't be angry."
Hearing Song Xuan's laser-like question, Xiao Yuanmu didn't even raise his eyes. He put down the spoon in his hand and spoke in a calm tone, as if he had just asked casually, blocking Song Xuan's and the words he had just organized in his mind to refute at any time in his throat.
It felt like punching cotton, soft and uncomfortable.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and met Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, which was calm and deep, like an endless ocean or a bottomless abyss. He blinked hesitantly, and an indescribable strange feeling quickly passed through his heart.
Before he could catch the glimmer of light, a nurse pushed the door open, helped Xiao Yuanmu tidy up the things on the table, and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Xiao, I will take your temperature again. If there is no problem, you can be discharged from the hospital."
After the nurse carefully took Xiao Yuanmu's temperature, she said softly, "The doctor told me to tell you that you just had a high fever. Please eat a lighter diet recently. Also, although your leg is only scratched, it's best not to exercise too much. The wound needs to be dressed every day. If there is no one to help you, I can go to your house after get off work to help you change the dressing."
After saying the last sentence, the pretty nurse's cheeks had flushed, and her every move was filled with infinite affection.
However, Xiao Yuanmu did not feel the other person's affection at all, and said politely and distantly: "No need, someone change the medicine for me."
Song Xuanhe walked to the sofa next to her with her spare clothes and sat down, watching this drama of love and cruelty with great interest.
The nurse was a little disappointed when she heard this, but she still smiled and said hesitantly, "If you have any questions, you can contact me. I will definitely rush over to help you."
"Thanks."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded indifferently, as if he didn't understand the nurse's hint about wanting contact information. His expression was indifferent, without any desire to say more.
The nurse then realized that she had no chance at all. She lowered her head and whispered in a low voice, "Then Mr. Xiao, I'll be out first. Goodbye."
Song Xuanhe just watched the female nurse who hadn't even glanced at him since he entered the room, and left the ward with infinite disappointment. After that, three or four nurses came in and out under various names. They were diligent and attentive, shy and gentle. They just short of stripping Xiao Yuanmu of his hospital gown and helping him change into the clothes he would wear when he was discharged from the hospital.
"I need to change my clothes, could you please go out first?"
Finally, Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice was heard, and the ending tone was low and magnetic, making the cheeks of the two nurses surrounding him even redder. They nodded shyly, then looked back every few steps, and left reluctantly.
Song Xuanhe couldn't help but sneer. Just as he was about to make a joke, he saw that Xiao Yuanmu had taken off his shirt and was facing him.
Song Xuanhe's smile froze, and he turned his head away quickly: "What are you doing!"
Hearing his voice, Xiao Yuanmu paused in taking off his clothes. There seemed to be a hint of smile on his cold face, but his eyes were calm, with an imperceptible scrutiny hidden in them.
“Take off your clothes.”
Xiao Yuanmu answered in a clear, calm and innocent voice, as if he didn't understand why he asked the question even though he already knew the answer.
"Of course I know you took off your clothes!" Song Xuanhe couldn't help turning around to glare at him. When his eyes swept across his firm and neat abdominal muscles, he paused and turned back quickly, his tone even more exasperated: "I mean, why don't you go to the bathroom when you take off your clothes!"
Xiao Yuanmu put the hospital gown he had taken off on the bed, picked up the shirt next to it, and walked to Song Xuanhe without putting it on. He whispered, "Why do you want to go to the bathroom?"
The voice sounded right above his head, and in the blink of an eye he saw Xiao Yuanmu's mermaid line which was partially covered by his pants. Song Xuanhe quickly looked away, not thinking it was a big deal, but his heartbeat became uncontrollably louder. He had clearly seen countless naked bodies, and when he saw Xiao Yuanmu's naked body before, although he thought it was perfect, he didn't have any other feelings. But he didn't know why, but now he felt as if there was a fire burning on his back.
Just because of a kiss? Song Xuan thought casually, that shouldn't be the case, I didn't have such symptoms when kissing others before.
Maybe it's... guilt. He knew he would have a car accident but didn't stop it. The reproach of his conscience made him flustered and confused. He felt guilty when he saw Xiao Yuanmu, so he had this strange feeling.
Song Xuanhe suddenly realized, and after he figured it out, his tense body relaxed.
"You chased those nurses away yourself, didn't you just not want anyone to see you?" Song Xuanhe stopped struggling and said in a more relaxed tone, "If you don't want to be seen, then you just need to go to the bathroom."
Xiao Yuanmu looked down at him, taking in all of Song Xuan's expressions. He became even more confused, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but his face didn't reveal any emotion. He leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear, "Because you are different from others."
With a warm breath hitting his ear, Song Xuanhe's body, which had just relaxed, froze. His sight, which had just dared to wander for a while, was focused on the vase in front of him. He licked his lips unconsciously, took a deep breath secretly, and then calmed down. He pushed Xiao Yuanmu away and pretended to be impatient: "Of course it's different. They are women and I am a man. Why are you so talkative when you change clothes?"
Being pushed back half a step by Song Xuanhe without any preparation, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, which had just been calm, suddenly became deep. His gaze shuttled between Song Xuanhe's slightly moist mouth and red ear tips. The waves in his eyes gradually calmed down. He hid all the unpredictable emotions in his eyes and put on the shirt.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu quietly changing his clothes without talking to him, Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief. After he finished changing his clothes, Song Xuanhe stood up and said, "Let's go. It's getting late. Let's go out and eat something before going back."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly, his tone cold: "Yeah."
As the two of them walked to the door, there was a knock on the door and someone asked, "Can you come in?"
The voice outside the door sounded familiar. Song Xuanhe reacted in just two seconds and subconsciously looked up at Xiao Yuanmu.
Xiao Yuanmu was also looking at him, his eyes were curved in front and back, his not-so-wide double eyelids wrinkled at the corners. He was looking at him with his eyes slightly lowered, his long eyelashes drooping slightly. The charming eyes on an ordinary person's face were set in his face, clean and cold, like the snow on a mountain, keeping people away from him.
He asked, "Who's outside?"
"The person who bumped into you yesterday." Song Xuanhe retracted his gaze and opened the door hastily, "What?"
Seeing Song Xuanhe looking at him coldly, Wei Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smiled: "Why, you are not welcome?"
Song Xuanhe just looked at him coldly, the answer was self-evident.
Wei Chen couldn't help laughing when he saw this and said, "I only saw the victims' families clamoring for compensation from the perpetrators, but I didn't expect there would be people like you who didn't get a penny and even hoped that the perpetrators wouldn't come."
"Now you see it." Song Xuanhe raised the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile.
"I did see it." Wei Chen frowned, sighed, and shook his head with some helplessness and pride: "But I am a kind, honest, generous, and responsible person. I was afraid that the victim and his family would disappear if I wasn't careful, so I rushed over to compensate."
Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched. He had never seen anyone more shameless than Wei Chen.
Xiao Yuanmu saw the familiar face outside the door at a glance, and raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, but a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes. He walked behind Song Xuanhe, looked at the man outside the door, and said in a calm voice: "Who are you?"
Wei Chen met Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, and the corners of his mouth, which had been raised, gradually flattened, and his expression changed from relaxed to alert. His intuition told him that this man was very dangerous.
"This is Wei Chen." Song Xuanhe introduced him, "The one who bumped into you."
Wei Chen did not speak, staring at Xiao Yuanmu without blinking. He grew up in the compound, and it was common for him to have meals at the same table with powerful elders. He was comfortable with any big occasion, but this trembling sense of crisis and oppression from superiors was the first time in history.
Even though the man in front of him had a cold face, calm eyes, and a cool temperament, ordinary people might just think he was indifferent and harmless, but he grew up in the uppermost circle, and he began to cultivate the art of judging people at a young age, and he believed in his intuition.
He went back and checked yesterday. There was no doubt that Song Xuanhe was the second young master of the Song family. But the man in front of him was definitely not an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and had no parents. If an orphan who grew up in an orphanage could have such a calm and indifferent temperament as him, then ordinary parents would not need to raise the child and could just throw him into an orphanage.
Xiao Yuanmu had dealt with Wei Chen quite a lot in his previous life, and he could tell what he was thinking by looking at his expression. At this time, Wei Chen was only in his early twenties, and his expression management was far from being as good as it was later. When he looked at him, the fear in his eyes almost overflowed from his eye sockets, which suddenly made him feel amused.
Song Xuanhe and Wei Chen, just woke up, and saw two old acquaintances, but these two people looked different from the ones he saw at this time in his previous life. So, what was the reason for this difference?
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes passed over Song Xuan and the whorl of hair on his head, then he looked at Wei Chen, curled his lips slightly, and said, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
Wei Chen had been staring at Xiao Yuanmu closely, and he found that from the moment Xiao Yuanmu opened his mouth, his temperament changed. The change was very subtle, but he could easily detect it - Xiao Yuanmu's aura suddenly decreased, and his temperament became the same as it appeared on the surface, cold and indifferent, but definitely not giving people a sense of oppression.
Seeing this, Wei Chen not only did not let down his guard, but became even more wary of Xiao Yuanmu.
A person who can change his aura in an instant, a dangerous element who can easily disguise himself as a harmless person, is more terrifying than someone with a strong aura that is revealed. Such a person is definitely not an ordinary person.
It took only a few seconds to weigh the pros and cons and build a high defense. In Song Xuanhe's opinion, Wei Chen answered Xiao Yuanmu's question almost instantly. He put away the smile on his face and introduced himself very politely: "Hello, I am Wei Chen. It rained too heavily yesterday. I saw that there were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the road, so I turned on the high beam. I didn't expect to hit you. I am very sorry for this. I am here now to compensate you for your medical expenses and various expenses."
Song Xuanhe intuitively felt Wei Chen's ability to change his expression in a second. No wonder he became one of Xiao Yuanmu's suitors in his previous life. His ability to change his expression and his face as thick as a city wall were enough to make him stand out from all the suitors.
Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "I heard that you have already paid the medical expenses. These are enough."
Wei Chen was not surprised to hear this. A man with Xiao Yuanmu's aura could not possibly be short of money. Through this, he also confirmed his guess that Xiao Yuanmu could not be an orphan.
However, he did not know his true identity. Logically speaking, there should be very few families that could raise a person with the temperament of Xiao Yuanmu. He knew the children of the top families in this circle in China, but had never seen Xiao Yuanmu.
With inquiry and suspicion, Wei Chen smiled and said, "In this case, please agree to let me treat you to a meal, otherwise I will feel guilty."
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe couldn't help but sneer. He didn't believe that Wei Chen had any conscience.
Seeing the obvious mockery on Song Xuanhe's face, Wei Chen was not annoyed, and his expression remained sincere: "I am serious. If you two are free, let's have lunch together at noon today."
They had to eat anyway, and one more person would just mean one more pair of chopsticks, and someone was treating them. After hearing Wei Chen's earnest invitation, Song Xuanhe decided to follow the strong attraction between the protagonists.
He said, "We just happen to be having dinner, so let's go together."
Upon hearing this, Wei Chen subconsciously looked at Xiao Yuanmu, only to see that he had his eyes lowered, probably looking at Song Xuanhe. His expression was calm but unpredictable. It was not until Song Xuanhe noticed and looked up that he looked away and agreed in a low voice.
The three of them left the hospital together. On the way to the restaurant, Song Xuanhe still felt a little unbelievable. He had never thought that one day he would be able to have a peaceful meal with the men in Xiao Yuanmu's harem.
Wei Chen took them to a private restaurant in a small courtyard in an old alley. It was secluded but not quiet, with a hint of worldly life. Even before the dishes were served, they were already feeling excited.
"The home cooking here is very authentic. I often come here with my childhood friends. You can try the food later. If you like it, we can come again next time."
Song Xuanhe raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this. He didn't expect that Wei Chen, a grown man, was so scheming. He used roundabout ways to pursue a man, but he was quite proactive and started to make plans for a second meal.
"Mr. Song, what do you think?"
Song Xuanhe had just finished complaining in her heart when she heard Wei Chen's words. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and replied almost the next second: "If it tastes good, I will come again in the future."
Wei Chen smiled, his eyes swept across Xiao Yuanmu's calm face, and said to Song Xuanhe: "After all, we are friends who have eaten together. Mr. Wei and Mr. Song sound so unfamiliar. Why don't we just call each other by our names? You can just call me Wei Chen."
"It doesn't matter."
Knowing that Wei Chen had other intentions, Song Xuanhe had no objection.
However, Xiao Yuanmu half-lowered his eyes and said calmly: "This is the first time we have met Mr. Wei. Perhaps we are not as familiar with each other as Mr. Wei imagines."
When Xiao Yuanmu said this, Wei Chen was not surprised, but Song Xuanhe was surprised.
Before, Xiao Yuanmu was so frugal with words that even when he spilled the food or almost forced him, he couldn't get him to say a few words. This was the first time he met Wei Chen, and he spoke to him directly in long sentences. The difference in treatment between the cannon fodder and the protagonist was too great.
Just as Song Xuanhe finished thinking this, he heard the system in his mind say: [I think something is wrong with the boss. 】
[Of course something is wrong.] Song Xuan was waiting for Wei Chen's answer with great interest, and said to the system at the same time, "Wei Chen is one of his future men, is that okay?" 】
【no. 】The system voice sounded a little anxious, but it couldn't explain clearly, it just said: [I mean, there's something wrong with him. 】
What's wrong? 】
Song Xuanhe followed the system's question and asked. Before the system could speak, Wei Chen said, "This is the first time I've met you, but it doesn't count for Xuanhe. We've met a few times before at banquets. Although we didn't say hello, we looked familiar. Even if we don't count those times, yesterday and today were the second time we met. It's normal to call each other by name."
Song Xuanhe had never expected that the rivalry between the two protagonists would involve him. Moreover, after Wei Chen finished speaking, he asked for his opinion and asked him: "What do you think, Xuanhe?"
This time, both of their eyes fell on him.
Although Song Xuanhe cursed Wei Chen for dragging him into this, he didn't really want to get involved between them, so he just laughed dryly and said, "I don't care."
"In that case, I will call you that from now on."
After Wei Chen finished speaking, he glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's calm expression, chuckled and said no more.
He was indeed afraid of the inexplicable sense of danger from Xiao Yuanmu, but that didn't mean he would shrink back and act timidly. At least his family and the education he received didn't allow him to be afraid or escape. On the contrary, what he was best at was facing difficulties head-on. The more challenging it was, the more he liked it.
After returning home, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu returned to their respective rooms.
After Song Xuanhe returned to his room, he began to continue the unfinished design drawing. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered what the system had not finished saying during dinner, and asked: [Gouzi, what did you just say was wrong with Xiao Yuanmu? 】
The system answered quickly: [I’m not sure yet, it hasn’t been detected yet. I’ll let you know when it’s detected. 】
Song Xuanhe nodded indifferently and focused his attention on his sketchbook.
Time passed in a flash, and when Song Xuanhe looked up, there was no light outside the window and the moon was high in the sky.
He looked at the time and found that it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, which was long past dinner time. He didn't think anything of it at first, but when he thought about it, his stomach started to growl.
Song Xuanhe suddenly thought that Xiao Yuanmu's injuries had not healed yet, so it was impossible for him to cook dinner. However, he was very hungry now, and it would take so long to ask someone to deliver food, so he might as well cook it himself.
[Are you serious, bro?] 】
After Song Xuanhe walked into the kitchen, the system's voice sounded in his mind.
He looked at the recipe on his phone and asked, "Are you looking at me like I'm joking?" 】
The system stopped talking, and Song Xuanhe looked at the menu quietly, trying to find a dish that was simple, nutritious, and also demonstrated his cooking skills.
Fifteen minutes passed and Song Xuanhe was still not found.
He resigned himself to his fate and rummaged through the cabinet, and took out the instant noodles that he had put into the shopping cart when he went to the supermarket with Xiao Yuanmu last time. He stood up, lit the fire and boiled water. Just as he was about to tear open the instant noodles, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Can patients eat instant noodles?"
The system checked and replied: [It is best not to eat it. 】
Song Xuanhe glanced at the instant noodles package, his stomach still rumbling. He could only take out his cell phone, make an order, and then continue cooking the noodles.
He didn't have a big appetite, but one packet of instant noodles certainly wouldn't fill him up, so he cooked two packets at a time. When the noodles came out of the pot, he could hardly wait to go to the restaurant with them.
However, as soon as he turned around, Song Xuanhe saw Xiao Yuanmu standing in the restaurant looking at the kitchen, and his eyes fell on the instant noodles in his hand.
Although he knew it was not good for the patient to eat instant noodles, after thinking about it, Song Xuanhe still asked politely, "Do you want to eat it?"
"eat."
Two people sat on both sides of the dining table. The pot of instant noodles was placed in the middle of the table. A bowl was placed in front of each person. They picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them in the bowl to eat.
Two packs of instant noodles were shared by two men. Even if they both ate politely, it would only take a few chopsticks to finish the noodles. So within a few minutes, the noodles were all eaten up.
As soon as Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks, he noticed the gaze from the opposite side. He raised his eyes slightly and met Song Xuanhe's clear eyes. He did not dodge, but pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him indifferently and waited for him to speak.
However, after waiting for half a minute, Song Xuanhe didn't seem to have any intention of speaking. He just looked at his eyes which were not as bright as before, and seemed a little lost.
He was a little confused, but he had no interest in delving deeper. Although he really wanted to know why Song Xuanhe was completely different from his previous memories, he was not willing to spend too much time on his emotions. All he wanted to know was the reason for the difference in memory.
Therefore, Xiao Yuanmu looked away without any hesitation. Just as he was about to stand up, a picture appeared in his mind - Song Xuanhe's face was raised from the tomato and egg noodles in front of him, his eyes sparkling, and he said to him with a smile: "It's delicious."
This is the Song Xuanhe who is completely inconsistent with his memory, but also the real Song Xuanhe in his memory of this life. Xiao Yuanmu doesn't know which one is the true face of Song Xuanhe, but it is undeniable that before he was reborn, the 22-year-old Xiao Yuanmu who had not experienced everything fell in love with this Song Xuanhe.
"tasty."
The sound came out of his throat, and Xiao Yuanmu himself was a little surprised. However, after seeing Song Xuanhe's eyes suddenly lit up, the anger that seemed to be out of control just now subsided.
Song Xuanhe's eyes narrowed, and even with his mouth pressed down, one could sense his pride. He pretended to be indifferent and said, "It's just average, after all, this is my first time cooking."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes swept across the corners of his mouth that were trying hard to suppress the upward curve, and his mind echoed with the words he heard him say when he just came downstairs - Can patients eat instant noodles?
I don’t know if it’s because of the fusion of memories, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise slightly.
Song Xuanhe had just sent all the dishes into the kitchen when he heard the doorbell. He opened the door, took the takeaway, and said to Xiao Yuanmu in the living room, "I ordered takeaway. Do you want some?"
Xiao Yuanmu saw the name printed on the paper bag in his hand, then looked up at Song Xuanhe's cold expression as if he just came by to call him, then stood up and followed him to the restaurant.
As expected, there were only light dishes in there, and there was also a bowl of pork bone soup. You could tell at a glance who it was prepared for.
Facing Xiao Yuanmu's meaningful gaze, Song Xuanhe ate a few bites and stood up, saying, "Just throw it in the kitchen after you finish eating. I'll go upstairs first."
After saying that, he left the restaurant and went upstairs without waiting for Xiao Yuanmu to answer.
Xiao Yuanmu continued to eat his dinner slowly. After finishing his meal, he took the takeaway into the kitchen. He opened the trash can and looked around. He found a sticky black substance inside. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be rice with too much water added.
He glanced around and saw the eggshells on the stove and half-cut meat on the sticky board. The meat did not look like it had just been cut. He moved his eyes horizontally and landed on a pot in the sink. There was white rice and yellow eggs in the pot, which looked similar to the brown object in the trash can.
If he guessed correctly, this should be - porridge?
Song Xuanhe received a call just after taking a shower. A college classmate invited him to attend the opening reception of the studio. This classmate was not very familiar to the original owner, but this reception was a node in the plot.
So, when the invitation was made, he accepted it without much hesitation.
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe wiped his hair casually and prepared to go to bed. Before he reached the bed, he heard a knock on the door.
Song Xuanhe stood there without moving, looking at the door with a confused expression. There were only two people in the house, so it was hard to imagine who was knocking on the door.
However, Xiao Yuanmu had never knocked on his door before. In their private space, they can be said to have a tacit understanding of not interfering with each other.
At this time, what was Xiao Yuanmu planning to do when he suddenly knocked on the door?
Probably because Song Xuanhe had been silent, Xiao Yuanmu stopped knocking on the door. A clear voice rang out from outside the door. Even through the door, it sounded as deep and magnetic as a guitar string: "Can you help me apply the medicine?"
Song Xuanhe's expression changed slightly. He frowned and looked at the wooden door for a while, but finally he walked over.
The door opened, Xiao Yuanmu handed the bandage to Song Xuanhe and said, "It's not convenient to apply medicine on my left hand. Sorry to bother you."
Song Xuanhe took the bandage, turned around and walked towards the room, stopped by the sofa and said, "Sit down and wait for me."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, and when he saw Song Xuanhe leave the room, he slowly stood up, looked around the furnishings in the room, and his eyes fell on the desk in the study room. There seemed to be something on it.
He walked straight over and stopped when he was a few steps away from the desk. When he saw the sketchbook spread out on the table, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
In the opened sketchbook was a sketch of a man's profile. Although the strokes were simple, the shape and spirit were captured very accurately. Anyone who had seen him would be able to recognize at a glance that the man drawn on the paper was him.
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: Is it the decline of morality or the loss of humanity? A young man broke into the room of a same-sex person in the middle of the night and actually did such a thing...
Xiao Yuanmu: As long as you like, you can do whatever you want.
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