I reacted when I ate with you for the first time

When I have free time, I will help Du Yan boil the medicine, and watch him drink it before coming back.

Occasionally, I saw his eyes start to glow, and I immediately found a reason to disappear.

He left me a house key, but I never went to his house when he wasn't around, it was very rude.

Usually I concentrate on sketching, and "one issue, one meeting" is becoming more and more popular, and I have also received small gifts from fans.

It is said that several high school student sisters came to JOJO to find me, but they were ruthlessly rejected by Yan Da blocking the door.

This thing looks like shit.

One night I was listening to music at his house, and a former classmate called me.

As soon as he heard it was a woman, Du scum immediately lowered his face and the boss was not happy, but he was still not happy with the man, this scum!

A classmate asked me to recommend comics suitable for kindergarten subscriptions, and I racked my brains to recall the comics I read for children...

While talking on the phone, Du Zha suddenly rushed over and pulled off my sweatpants, and then he was overjoyed.

I whispered on the phone.

"What's wrong?" My classmate asked.

"It's okay! It's okay, I was scratched by a cat."

"You still have cats."

"Well..." I said, looking back at him, "but this cat is kind of crazy."

He even jumped up and hugged me madly.

After a while he got up to answer the phone, I wanted to do the same, but not so shamelessly, so I gave him a symbolic tug.

As a result, the whole fell to the ankle.

My face was flushed, and Du Zha turned his head to show the trousers he had untied in advance, rolling on the ground laughing.

Feedback from the Summer Solstice column was also very good. I was in a good mood at night. I bought some snacks and went to see them all.

This time he knocked on the door for a long time before he came to open it.The moment I opened the door, I smelled a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol.

He smiled drunkenly when he saw me, and jumped up and hooked my neck, but no matter how he looked at it, something was wrong.

I helped him into the house and fed him some warm water. When I twisted the towel for him, I saw that the toilet was also vomited in a mess.

What is this crazy cat doing!

He staggers over and rubs and hugs me on my back, rubbing my white hoodie all over the place.

Then the shit started tugging at my hat again.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he grabbed my clothes and murmured: "Qingshui, I miss you."

I forgave him again.

I stayed at night, but only did all sorts of miserable chores.Nothing else was done.

He drunkenly rubbed against my ear in my sleep.

I kept waiting for what he would say, but he was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "My old man is sick."

Sickness... I didn't expect it to be this, and I'd rather not it.

"is it serious?"

He nodded.

"What's the disease? Shall I accompany you to see him?"

He took my hand and buried his head in it hard.

"I'll accompany you to see him tomorrow. Maybe there's nothing wrong."

I patted him the same way he patted me before, and after I don't know how many times, I heard his steady breathing.

But I can't sleep.

The next morning, I went to visit his father as an employee of the company.

The old man lying on the hospital bed looked thin and small, and the original outline could be vaguely seen on his face, not at all like the rigid and majestic father image Du Yan mentioned.

In the face of disease, a person is like a leaf.

His father was in the late stage, and from the moment Du Yan got the news, he could only watch him lying on the bed and wait...forget it.

When the old man saw me, a trace of shock flashed across his face, which was fleeting.

"Uncle, I am Shimizu, the subordinate of the editor." I walked over respectfully and put the nutritional supplements on his bedside.

The old man nodded, but looked at Du Yan without turning his eyes, as if he was waiting for him to confirm something.

Du Yan froze and did not move.

The words of their father and son are really rare.

My relationship with Dad is much more intimate than theirs, but the intimacy is very short-lived, with ups and downs.

During this period, his relatives also came in once, and the experts came in once, and Du Yan kept silent and listened to them all the time.

Before leaving, the old man suddenly leaned over and grabbed Du Yan's wrist forcefully.

"Would I still be lucky enough to see you... a stable family?" His father's eyes were as bright as his, but his tone was already deep and sour.

Du Yan tightly shut his mouth, left his hand, grabbed my clothes and walked out of the ward.

It turns out that the old man understands everything.

That's right, is that his father?Looking at that look, I suddenly thought of Du Yan's rough logic, and felt for the first time that it wasn't all a bad thing that my father died early, at least he never felt this pain in his heart.

Du Yan and I were silent all the way.

When I fell asleep at night, I tucked him in the blanket, touched his cheek, and suddenly felt something damp.

Along the wet road, touch it...

"Du Yan, are you crying?"

He was silent.

I got up and turned on the light, but he grabbed me and dragged me back into my hot embrace.

I wiped his tears with my finger in the dark, but it became more and more incomplete.

When I left his house at dawn, I wanted to put down the key, but I still held it in my hand.

But I didn't go to his house again.

After handing in the drawing that day, I made an appointment with a very good friend to eat at the most expensive Japanese restaurant here.

This friend works as an artist for another manga magazine. He is very beautiful and has a very beautiful name. His name is Huajiang Twelve Nights.

The content of her daily paintings is exactly the opposite of mine. She mainly draws super impure stories, but these are not important.

After eating for a while without taste, I asked straight to the point: "Twelve nights, can you do me a favor?"

She winked at me with a white mouth in her mouth, "Xiao Qingshui, what do you want? My sister is a first-class war reporter, and she has seen all kinds of gunfire and even racial melee!"

cough cough.

"No, no, I really have something to ask for."

"Okay. But let me sleep with you once."

"...you haven't asked what it is."

"Just let me sleep with you."

Although I knew she was just joking, I was still a little panicked.

After being embarrassed for a long time, she smiled with her mouth puffed up, "See, you're scared. If I want to sleep, you've already slept several times!"

Only then did I speak with confidence.

With a puzzled look on her face, she asked me why I asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend.

I can't tell him much except that he has always taken good care of me and I owe him a favor.

She hesitated, and finally agreed,

I insisted on transferring 3 yuan to her, and that's all I had saved.

A few days later, when I was eating bread for dinner in the rented room, Du Yan rushed into my rented room with a murderous look.

"You sent that girl to the hospital?"

I didn't speak.

"I'm fucking asking you!" He snatched the bread, pinched my shoulders and pushed it hard against the wall, hitting the wall with a muffled sound.

"Qing Shui, are you crazy!" This time I was wearing a T-shirt, and he directly raised his hand and grabbed my neck.

Seeing me continue to remain silent, he shook even more, like an angry wolf.

Until I coughed deeply.

Suddenly an extremely sad expression appeared on his handsome face, he let go of his hand, and rushed forward to hug me.

I won't be angry with him, I took a few breaths and then put my head on his shoulder, "Du Yan, just this time."

My back was hugged even tighter, and my tears were squeezed out.

"While your father is here, accompany him through this journey."

After I finished speaking, I lowered my head helplessly.His lips slowly slid down the bridge of my nose, a little trembling, but firmly moved all the way to his mouth.After a moment of stagnation, he kissed him tightly.

This smoky kiss is low alcohol and bitter.

My shirt was crumpled and two buttons were torn off.

But this time I didn't resist.Tongue touch, body entanglement, let him hold me down, taking away every trace of my breath more and more frantically...

After that, I cook at his house every day and let him take him to the hospital. I have been cooking since junior high school, and my cooking skills are not bad.

He said that he spent more time with the old man recently than the sum of the past few years.

Occasionally he couldn't get away, so Twelve Nights would help him take him there.I thought the old man might not want to see me, so he didn't go into the ward again.

Until one day he called me and said that his father wanted to take a photo with him and Twelve Nights.

I immediately put my camera on my back and took a taxi to the hospital.

Before entering the ward, Du Yan came out and shook my hand, looking at me speechlessly.

I was afraid that Twelve Nights would mind a place like the hospital, so I brought a bouquet of particularly gorgeous colored roses, and promised that if she didn't like it, I would delete her from the photo when I went back.

But she said honestly that she didn't mind, then she put her arms around me at the door of the ward, and kissed my face meaningfully, "Little lover."

In the end, Du Zha was very unhappy about the fact that his boyfriend was kissed by his girlfriend.

When I walked into the ward, I said hello to the old man, and I felt happy when I saw that the lunch box by the bed was clean.

I pulled the curtains to adjust the light, and the sun shone warmly in the ward, making me feel comfortable all over.

The three of them huddled together, posing with a rose in their arms.

"Come on, have a smile."

The moment I pressed the shutter, my eyes were hot.

And my sisters actually cried.

Then he took several pictures of the father and son alone, and after the pictures were taken, Du Yan said with wet eyes: "I have wronged you."

I smiled, "I'm not wronged. I'm also in the photo, and the lens is my eyes."

After showing the photo taken to the old man, I shook hands with him and said goodbye with my camera on my back.

The moment I stepped out of the door of the ward, his father tremblingly said from behind: "I haven't... not taken pictures for you yet."

I was stunned, turned around and waved, "It's okay, I'm just here to take pictures for you."

He stood up and waved at me, "Give it to me, I haven't played with a digital camera yet."

This cynical tone was exactly the same as Du Yan's.

I taught him how to press the shutter, and after teaching him well, he asked me to stand with Du Yan and Twelve Nights, and pressed the shutter several times.

Then he stretched out his hand with a strange look in his eyes, and dialed Twelve Nights in the air.

It's hard to tell whether it's gentle or sad deep eyes.

Twelve Nights immediately stood aside.

I was left standing with Du Yan, and he pressed the shutter hard.