Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Zhang Weisheng thought he was magnanimous enough: "You can stay here temporarily during the few days you are sick."

Song Xun was wondering if he could complete the task in the next few days. Zhang Weisheng suddenly came over, leaned over, and stared into his eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't." Song Xun quickly sat up straight and adjusted his attitude.

Zhang Weisheng stared at Song Xun's trembling eyelashes and said in a warning tone: "Put away your fancy thoughts and keep your hands and feet clean."

Song Xun said firmly: "I won't do anything."

Zhang Weisheng sat back down, thought about it and decided that there was nothing wrong, so he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat."

Song Xun raised his hand to take the big and delicious bun to his mouth, and the flesh on his cheeks puffed out exaggeratedly.

He was thin to begin with, and only his face looked presentable enough. But now, at first glance, he had a big head and a small body, looking stupid. Zhang Weisheng was even afraid that he would fall off his chair.

Song Xun ate two buns, and seeing that Zhang Weisheng hadn't touched the remaining two on the table, he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Zhang Weisheng: “No.”

Song Xun was eager to reach out, but he still asked for sure: "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Weisheng ran out of patience: "Just eat yours, what's the problem?"

Song Xun stopped talking for a moment, put down his chopsticks and picked up the bun to eat again.

After finishing breakfast, Zhang Weisheng gave the key to Song Xun before leaving and told him to take care of his lunch by himself.

After the door was closed, Song Xun waited for two minutes, opened the door, and looked around to make sure whether Zhang Weisheng had really left.

The old tube-shaped building consists of rooms connected by long corridors, and many people walk through them.

They were all familiar neighbors, and when they noticed the unfamiliar face in Zhang Weisheng's house, they couldn't help but look over curiously.

Song Xun quickly retracted his head and closed the door, cutting off any eye contact.

In a place like Mashui Lane, where houses are next to each other and share narrow corridors and alleys, everyone seems to know each other and greets each other.

Song Xun has been here for nearly ten days, but he still can't be as simple and enthusiastic as them. He just feels like a stranger who suddenly broke in.

After making sure that Zhang Weisheng was not in sight, Song Xun pushed open the bedroom door with force.

The old wooden door made a loud noise, causing Song Xun, who was already feeling guilty, to look back nervously, fearing that Zhang Weisheng would suddenly come in.

Song Xun searched the entire house but found nothing.

Apart from an old and bulky computer, Zhang Weisheng did not leave any valuables at home.

Song Xun was not too disappointed. After all, Zhang Weisheng's distrust of him had already reached a very obvious point.

Perhaps he should gain Zhang Weisheng's trust and let him stop being so defensive about himself.

Song Xun thought about it while putting all the things in order, making sure there were no signs of rummaging.

If you want Zhang Weisheng to let down his guard, you can't just talk about it and do nothing.

Song Xun poured out the clothes in the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom. One set was his own, and the other two sets were Zhang Weisheng's.

He took a brush and washed all the clothes, then hung them out to dry near the stairwell.

After doing all this, Song Xun thought about what else he could do, and it would be best if Zhang Weisheng could see it at a glance.

He thought about trying to cook, but he really didn't trust his cooking skills.

Song Xun decided to practice with his own lunch first, so he simply cooked a bowl of noodles.

Maybe I didn't manage the timing well, so it's a bit undercooked.

He poured the noodles back into the pot and cooked them. Finally, the water was absorbed by the pot. He added water again and the noodles became completely mush.

Song Xun gave up the idea and ate the failed product he cooked.

Song Xun, who didn't have a cell phone, was in a daze the whole day and waited for Zhang Weisheng to come back at 10:30 in the evening.

As soon as Zhang Weisheng came back, he went into the bathroom to take a shower. Ten minutes later, he came out drying his hair with a towel. Song Xun stared at him eagerly until Zhang Weisheng entered the room. During this time, he did not mention a single word about his clothes.

Song Xun lowered his eyes and had to confirm with regret that Zhang Weisheng didn't even notice that he had washed his clothes.

At this time, he was still wondering if he could mention the work he had done in a less deliberate way.

It was not until he faced the only bed in the bedroom that Song Xun realized what he should be most worried about.

Zhang Weisheng took out a blanket from the closet and threw it on the bed: "You sleep inside."

Song Xun almost thought he had heard wrongly: "Am I sleeping on the bed too?"

Zhang Weisheng: "Do you think there are other places to sleep?"

The living room is just big enough for one person to pass through. There is a 1.8-meter bed in the room. Apart from the space for getting out of the bed, there is really no extra space.

Zhang Weisheng's attitude was very natural, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with two men lying in the same bed. Song Xun thought that the plot didn't seem to mention Zhang Weisheng's sexual orientation, and he was single until his death.

But Song Xun couldn't ignore it. He stood beside the bed holding a blanket and said, "I can just sleep underneath."

"It's up to you." Zhang Weisheng didn't react. He pulled out a single straw mat from the top of the cabinet. Song Xun took it and spread it under the bed.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the room fell into darkness.

This was the first time that Song Xun slept properly in the room. Without the sound of the wind blowing next to his ears and the occasional footsteps, he felt safe and fell asleep quickly.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Weisheng was inexplicably awakened by thirst, got up from the bed, and poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen.

When he returned to the room and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed that the figure curled up on the ground was shaking constantly.

Zhang Weisheng turned on the light and pulled back the tightly wrapped blanket, revealing Song Xun who was burning red inside.

Leaving the only source of warmth, Song Xun closed his eyes and unconsciously waggled his hands, trying to grab the blanket.

Zhang Weisheng took out some antipyretic medicine from the drawer and went to the kitchen to fetch some water.

Because it was inconvenient to lie on the ground and have to bend over, he directly carried the person to the bed.

He held his chin roughly and poured the medicine in.

I went to the closet and got out an autumn quilt and covered him with it.

After turning off the lights, Zhang Weisheng closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep. Not long after, a heat source rolled over to his side.

The person who had two quilts was still restless and insisted on squeezing against him.

Zhang Weisheng pushed him away and ordered the unconscious Song Xun, "Sleep well and don't move."

This warning lasted less than half a minute before Song Xun squeezed in again.

Zhang Weisheng sighed: "Zhang Xiaoqi."

no response.

The soft body next to him continued to radiate heat, but his hands, feet and limbs were cold.

The antipyretic medicine hasn't taken effect that quickly.

Zhang Weisheng said to the ceiling: "Since you are sick, I will let you hold me for a while."

He was used to being alone and seemed to have a good relationship with everyone, but in fact he never opened his heart to anyone and had never been so close to anyone.

Suddenly, a living person stuck to my body, and his hands and feet were not still, moving closer and closer as if looking for a source of heat.

Zhang Weisheng took a long time to fall asleep before he finally fell asleep again.