unspeakable ice

Yu Xiaolong fell asleep again until eleven o'clock, Shi Jie came up and asked him to eat.

He got up, washed up, put on a coat and went downstairs, took out his mobile phone halfway, and saw that Cai Qunying had sent him a message, asking if he would be back in the next two days.

Yu Xiaolong: [What's the matter? 】

After waiting for a while, Cai Qunying didn't reply to him, probably because he didn't see it, so he withdrew, not surprised to see a red dot on Xia Cong's head, [Not up yet? 】

Yu Xiaolong subconsciously turned off the phone, walked to the stairs, paused for two seconds, then took it out again, 【What do you want to eat? 】

The other side replied quickly, [Anything is fine, as long as it is done by you. 】

Yu Xiaolong wanted to say that the only thing he knew how to cook was the Northwest wind salad, would you like to eat it?

Yu Xiaolong: [instant noodles? 】

Xia Cong can bend and stretch, 【Then make noodles. 】

Xia Cong: [Excuse me on the way here, I bought two bags. 】

Yu Xiaolong poured the surviving part of yesterday's troubled bag of dog food into the black dog's food bowl, and turned around to tell Shi Jie that he would not eat with him anymore. Shi Jie asked him what was the matter and did he need him? follow.

It's only one or two kilometers away, and if something happens, he can run back in time, and after yesterday, he believes that Caigan and the others should not dare to act rashly for a while.

Yu Xiaolong took a detour to Bar Street, bought two bowls of wonton noodles, and walked to Xia Cong's house.

The place lived quite high, on the 32nd floor, Yu Xiaolong took the elevator up, the design of two elevators, two households, he turned right and rang the doorbell.

"So soon, I just wanted to ask where you have been." Xia Cong was wearing pajamas, as if he was just getting up, with disheveled black hair and a low voice, leaning lazily on the door frame.

"Is your hand feeling better?" Yu Xiaolong asked.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much." Xia Cong showed him the right hand that was fixed on the splint, and he couldn't see anything wrapped in it. He moved sideways with his eyelids drooping slightly, "Come in."

Yu Xiaolong changed his shoes at the door, and Xia Cong threw him a pair of cotton slippers. The air conditioner in the room was turned on to deathly cold, and the sweat that came out from outside felt solidified on the skin instantly when he entered the door.

"Do you want me to show you around?" Xia Cong asked with a smile.

Yu Xiaolong tossed the wonton to him and said indifferently, "Eat."

He already took a quick look at the door. The kitchen and the living room are connected, and the space is mostly open design. There are no extra things except furniture. In addition to the low temperature, the whole place is big and empty, and the low-pitched colors give it a sense of depth.

Yu Xiaolong didn't study the decoration, and he almost forgot what the apartment he lived in when he was a child was old-fashioned luxury, with a rustic atmosphere of nouveau riche, which fit Yu Xingqiang's style very well.

Xia Cong's style, if you have to use one style to describe it, it is probably the more popular style of frigidity, clean and simple, without much life.

Yu Xiaolong thought that a person like him, with an inexplicably weird dejected temperament, might be even more untidy in life, but he was unexpectedly neat and tidy.

"You just give me this?" Xia Cong looked at the white soup on the table in a foam bowl and a plastic bag.

"Pack and cook now, isn't it better than instant noodles?" Yu Xiaolong looked back at him, remembering that he despised the low-quality cigarettes that day, he really is a young master.

"If you want to calculate like this..." Xia Cong had no choice but to bow his head, "Okay, I can't beat you, wait for me to get a bowl."

Yu Xiaolong watched him enter the kitchen, and came out with a set of two porcelain bowls, with gold and red borders connected, complicated relief design, transparent texture, and the atmosphere was expensive.

"Occasionally, life needs to have a sense of ritual. It's too rough." Xia Cong said, pouring two bowls of wonton noodles into the bowl, replacing the disposable chopsticks with small-leaf red sandalwood, and placing them elegantly on the cotton placemat.

After finishing these, he smiled at Yu Xiaolong, "How is it, does it seem that you have a lot of appetite?"

With a new look, it is full of glory, and if you take it to a certain account on the Bund, it can sell for three figures at least, but the winks are all thrown to the blind. Yu Xiaolong is a person who does not need a sense of ritual in life, but only a sense of satiety.

He has only one comment on this, "Pretentious."

Xia Cong's pretense, in addition to the visual effect, the taste is still the familiar formula, in addition to this, there are two extra chopsticks and two bowls to wash.

Of course he couldn't be the one doing the washing.

Yu Xiaolong waited for him to finish eating, then packed it into the kitchen. Xia Cong probably didn't use this place often, the decoration was brand new, and the counter was empty. Yu Xiaolong searched for a long time but couldn't find dish soap, so he could only pour some hot water.

"Would you like something to drink?" Xia Cong asked standing at the door.

Yu Xiaolong turned his back to him, the sound of water rushing, I don't know if he really didn't hear it, or he just didn't want to pay attention to others.

Xia Cong walked over, bent down and took out a bottle of cleaning agent and an unopened rag from the cabinet below, "It's so hard to talk to me."

Yu Xiaolong took it, Xia Cong half turned around, leaned on the counter, leaned back slightly, as if trying to put his face in front of Yu Xiaolong to force him to speak, "Do you listen to the song? There is a ceiling in the kitchen Trumpet, shall I pick the head of the working people?"

Yu Xiaolong didn't speak.

Xia Cong swiped the phone a few times, and just clicked play, the speakers in the whole room played a bit of ethereal music before two notes were played, and Yu Xiaolong pressed the pause button, and threw the phone aside, "Let's talk."

Xia Cong looked at him for a while, then pulled up a bar stool and sat down, "What are you talking about?"

Yu Xiaolong went straight to the point, "You've read more books than I do, so I won't go around the bush. What you speak is human language, so don't pretend you don't understand after a while."

Xia Cong raised the end of his eyes slightly, and motioned for him to continue calmly.

"We are not the same kind of people." Yu Xiaolong said, "I have no interest in you and those things in your circle. Is that clear? It's fine to put it more bluntly."

Xia Cong smiled weakly, "It's already been said, how can Brother Xiaolong be so straightforward?"

"Remind me politely, no matter what your purpose is, whether you are merciful or fresh for a while, it will stop here."

"otherwise?"

"Otherwise, if you've seen it, I'm a hooligan. I'm a gangster. I can't guarantee that I can do it so well every time, so that you will only be hurt to this extent." Yu Xiaolong looked at him, "Do you understand?"

Xia Cong was silent for a while, as if he was distracted at the most inappropriate time, he didn't react too much after listening to him, he just looked at his hand slowly, "It seems that I don't plan to care about it if you say such a terrible thing. Me?"

If Yu Xiaolong wants to put [-] boards on this matter, he will not be able to escape the remaining half. The two of them know this well, "The doctor said that you will recover in six weeks, and I will take care of you for a week at most. It's up to you."

Yu Xiaolong walked out, but his wrist was grabbed. From his point of view, the gloomy atmosphere made him think that Xia Cong was about to lose his temper.

However, it was like an illusion, and the face that turned around in the next second showed pure innocence and a little bit of grievance, "Isn't it okay to be friends? Even if you want to refuse, you should send me a good person card."

"You miss me as a friend?"

"I have no friends."

Yu Xiaolong believed his ghost, "Have you had any friends since you were a junior here?"

"Who told you that I'm in my junior year here." Xia Cong looked at him and smiled, "I'm an exchange student, I applied just after last year, and September [-]st of this year is my first day of school here. "

"..." Yu Xiaolong didn't know how much of what he said was true or false. He just started school on September [-]st, and when he met him on September [-]th, he was already flourishing in the bar street. There were two affairs that he had come across alone.

"There are still exchange students in this pheasant university?"

"If you don't exchange it with Fenghuang, why don't you exchange other pheasants?"

"..."

"How about it, I'm serious, just make friends." Xia Cong said, "I promise not to cross the line."

"It's not necessary." Yu Xiaolong really thinks it's unnecessary, even if Xia Cong has no other intentions, one of them is a college student no matter how pheasant, and the other is just a street gangster no matter how noble, there is no need to make friends if they have different circles.

"Is it necessary for you to think again, don't rush to reply me now, it's what you said just now..." Xia Cong glanced at the time, "At least for the current week, you will take care of me, right?"

Yu Xiaolong intuitively felt that there was something wrong with his words, Xia Cong didn't wait for him to say anything, picked up the materials on the table, and motioned for Yu Xiaolong to give him his schoolbag, "Come with me to the class, and take notes for the disabled by the way, friend. "

"..."

The consequence of not paying attention to the loopholes in speaking is that after Yu Xiaolong got into Xia Cong's Wrangler, he still couldn't believe that he was actually going to help someone take notes.

Taking notes, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't picked up a pen. The days of sitting in class and listening to lectures were as long as the time since he was weaned.

The point is that he doesn't know what kind of virtue Xia Cong is, maybe he is only a motivated pheasant, but he delays the opportunity to make progress every day.

"Has this car been modified?" Yu Xiaolong asked, although he can't drive, but as a man, there are only a few things he is interested in.

"I raised it to a height of 3 inches, and added a few accessories." Xia Cong said simply, blinking his eyes, "Don't worry, at this level, I won't be stopped by the police uncle."

Yu Xiaolong is not worried, on the contrary, he especially hopes that a traffic policeman on the road can stop this car that looks more than this level, so that everyone will be liberated.

Xia Cong threw the schoolbag behind and started the car with his left hand. Everyone said that off-roading is suitable for playing but not suitable for riding, but Yu Xiaolong feels that the seat should be more comfortable, and the interior should be changed a lot.

For a car with poor road quality, the elevated body and increased trim are more likely to cause roll and high fuel consumption. If it is not for fun, there is only one explanation for spending a lot of money to change this.

coercion.

There must have been countless people sitting in this seat who were willing to kneel down and serve him before, which made Yu Xiaolong feel extremely uncomfortable all the way.

"What's wrong?" Xia Cong noticed him, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and glanced at him, "I really wronged you, you still stay with me so reluctantly, I didn't do anything to you, right?"

"Drive your car." Yu Xiaolong turned up the volume and turned his head to look out the window. In fact, it was unnecessary. At this speed, he could hardly hear what he was saying clearly due to the loud wind noise.

Driving all the way into the school, looking for a seat to park, Xia Cong led him into the lecture theater, and someone greeted him lying on the table.

After the two sat down, Luo Shaoqin glanced at Yu Xiaolong, then smiled ambiguously at Xia Cong, and whispered something in his ear.

Yu Xiaolong threw a look at him, and Luo Shaoqin immediately shut his mouth subtly.

Xia Cong smiled and didn't speak, Yu Xiaolong looked around and found nothing unusual, so he said angrily, "Where's the book?"

Xia Cong took out the book from his bag, turned a page for him, "Just remember this."

Yu Xiaolong: "..."

Yu Xiaolong opened it, and the dense high saturation made his scalp numb. The entire book was filled with words in any blank space, in a mess, seemingly extremely random, but also had a sense of neat and orderly order.

I have to say that Xia Cong's handwriting is very beautiful. At first glance, I only feel profound, but at another glance, there is a hint of arrogance in the rare subtlety.

The principles of basic engineering design, he originally studied architecture, but Yu Xiaolong doesn't care what he studies, it has nothing to do with him, he only needs to be a dedicated clerk now.

Having said that, Yu Xiaolong still hesitated when writing. His handwriting is not bad, and he practiced it for a while when he was a child, but after all, it has been so long.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't held a pen in such a serious manner, sitting in class and listening to a 45-point class...

Xia Cong didn't know when he fell asleep on his stomach like Luo Shaoqin, and the surroundings fell intermittently. In the afternoon, the classroom was hot and dull, and the teacher's flat and monotonous voice was even more hypnotic.

Yu Xiaolong propped his head up, the seat was really too small, two tall and burly boys were crowded together, and if he moved a little too much, he would touch the arm of the female student on the right, so he could only lean towards Xia Cong as much as possible .

But in this way, Xia Cong's two locks of restless curled hair were constantly blown by the slight wind, and they kept gently scratching on his arms.

The longer he sat, the more uncomfortable the feeling of incompatibility with the surrounding environment made him feel on pins and needles. The touch of the hair brushing against the skin should have been soft and itchy, but at this moment it stuck in every inch of his pores like a barb.

The irritability took root and grew wildly, as if waking up from a dream, Yu Xiaolong doubted whether he knew what he was doing, he took a deep breath, dropped his pen, got up and walked out.