Don't fall in love in the Shura field [e-sports]

Time is easy to kill.

Although a live farce was staged, and Zhu Lan heard Zhu Lan's natural and somewhat strange theories, but the meal still had to be eaten.

The two went out together, had lunch, went shopping around and bought something, and when they returned home, it was almost evening, and the sky gradually lit up with lights.

All kinds of lights replaced fireworks, shining bright colors in the evening sky, the tulle on the floor-to-ceiling windows was blown up by the wind, the weather was warmer, and the wind blowing in was gentle and lively.

Ji Xing put down his things, and went back to his room to change into a set of home clothes—it was bought for him by Zhu Lan, with cartoon characters printed on it.

When I went downstairs, I saw that Zhu Lan was studying the ingredients on the table holding the tablet.

"Hey, do you want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs?" Zhu Lan asked when he heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

Ji Xing's favorite dishes are sweet and sour, which is a typical southern taste, and he doesn't like too oily or too spicy.

"I do eat sweet and sour pork ribs," Ji Xing leaned over to the side of the counter, looked at Zhu Lan's search page, his tone was a little subtle, "but I'm not sure..."

Zhu Lan looked up from the colorful search page on the tablet and asked, "Not sure what?"

Not sure if what you're making is sweet and sour pork...

This sentence turned around in Ji Xing's teeth, but he swallowed it down.

"...Not sure if we bought this candy, right?" Ji Xing touched his nose, "Sweet and sour pork ribs should be roasted in advance, right?"

Zhu Lan's expression was blank for a moment, then she quickly covered it up, and said solemnly: "Ah, yes, burning sugar color."

Ji Xing: "..."

Watching Zhu Lan cook is simply a disaster. Ji Xing glanced at the sofa in the living room at the back, thinking that luckily I came back with two instant noodles while Zhu Lan wasn't paying attention. I don't know what kind of thing it is for Chinese New Year.

He shook his head and stepped forward to wash the vegetables.

Zhu Lan? Since the house was bought, it has not been turned on much. In the kitchen, there are pots, pans, oven and steamer. The ceramic and glass tableware is shining with a silvery light under the lamp.

This? Although the kitchen space is not small, it is still a bit cramped for two long-handed and long-legged men to wash vegetables and dishes together.

Ji Xing washed the tomatoes, looked left and right but couldn't find the dish, patted Zhu Lan, and asked, "Where is the dish?"

Zhu Lan was concentrating on dealing with Xiao Qingcai, who was running around at the bottom, and said without raising her head, "It's in the cupboard behind."

Ji Xing turned his head to get it.

As soon as he opened the cupboard, he met the plate in front of him. Even the professional player's reflexes could not prevent the plate from falling freely in the posture of a diver. With a crisp sound, it hit the floor. A close encounter came.

"--Snapped!"

Ji Xing: "..."

Zhu Lan also turned around.

The two looked at the broken plate with the letter "H" printed on it on the floor, and fell silent for a while.

"You? Are you disgusted that Yangcheng can't set off firecrackers, and you specially gave me a 'Smashed Peace'?" Zhu Lan smiled.

Ji Xing: "..."

Xuecai also rushed in from the outside when she heard the sound. This fat dog inherited the fine tradition of CNG to watch the excitement without taking too much trouble. Not only was it not frightened by the debris all over the floor, but it also seemed very excited. Going forward vigorously.

Seeing that the dog's paws were about to step on the glass on the ground, Ji Xing quickly squatted down to pick up the tiles. As soon as he bent down, Zhu Lan immediately pulled him back: "Who taught you how to pick up the tiles?"

He pulled Ji Xing aside and said, "I'll get it here, don't touch it, just go and get me a roll of transparent tape from the tool cabinet."

Afraid that he would cut his hand, Ji Xing walked around a floor of broken porcelain in three steps and two steps, and quickly went to the tool cabinet to get the tape.

Zhu Lan swept up the messy things on the ground, wrapped them together with tape, tried to make sure they were no longer prickly, and then threw them into the trash can.

"It's alright, alright, I received Ji Shen's wish for peace every year." Zhu Lan washed her hands, turned around and pinched his ear, "Don't wait here, stay outside. You can watch TV or play on the computer, the computer password is your player ID."

After a pause, he added: "I really can't work without you here, don't disturb the morale of the army."

Ji Xing: "..."

It was the first time for Ji Shen to be disliked and added to the chaos, and the taste was wonderful, but with the evidence of the crime, even though he was very afraid that Zhu Lan would blow up the kitchen by cooking alone, he obediently walked outside with a blushing face.

The natural marble floor in the living room reflects the light, but it doesn't look cold, it's a layer of warm yellow. On the day he first came in, there was an expensive and lifelike atmosphere, but in his After living in for a few days, it became familiar and cordial.

Xuecai also rushed out, rolling and having fun under the coffee table, Ji Xing sat on the sofa and bent down to hug him.

This fat dog has been eating very well recently. According to the feeling of the hand, it should have gained a few pounds. Its four short and fat feet stepped on Ji Xing's legs twice, and found a comfortable position and lay down. The little head knocked on Ji Xing's knee.

Ji Xing nestled on the sofa, neither watching TV nor turning on the computer, just stroking Xuecai's head while watching Zhu Lan walking back and forth in the kitchen.

——Actually, Ji Xing understood why Zhu Lan was obsessed with cooking the New Year's Eve dinner by himself.

Zhu Lan, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, who would frown when he smells the oily smoke from the food stalls on the roadside 50 meters away, can forcibly endure his obsession with cleanliness and patience. He is full of dandyism, buying vegetables, washing vegetables, preparing the vegetables and serving them to the table? A series of troublesome processes, no matter how you think about it, it is actually wrong.

But that's exactly what he did.

Ji Xing thought of many reasons.

Maybe he doesn’t want to bother the delivery guy to run errands during the Chinese New Year, or he doesn’t want to go out to eat in the hotel by himself because of the trouble, or maybe he has a sudden whim and wants to hone his cooking skills during the annual vacation .

Ji Xing put forward these reasons, and finally denied these reasons.

The conversation at the base that day came to my ears, Zhu Lan asked him with a smile: "Little friend, will you go home with me?"

What is a home?Ji Xing thought.

There are trivial quarrels, isolated collisions, reconciliation after the cold war, and reunion after separation.

The smell of fireworks in the world melts into thousands of households, and finally gathers in the cups that meet each other on New Year's Eve.

——Zhu Lan actually wanted to give him a home.

Ji Xing looked at the busy figures in the kitchen in a daze.

The two are only a short distance away, and it seems that as long as they say "hey", the other party can hear each other, turn around and look at each other with a smile.

The steam curled up from the kitchen, making the living room a bit hazy, and there was a smell of uncooked dishes from the tip of the nose. The Fuwa, which the two of them stuck on the kitchen door together, was cute, hugging the koi and greeting the New Year.

Ji Xing sniffed, then gently squeezed the keys in his coat pocket.

The key to this house, the key to his... home.

It's hard to describe this feeling.

Ji Xing has long been used to traveling alone in the past 20 years.

He kept waving to people from the past, saying goodbye to his past self, and even resolutely left everything behind at one point—but he clearly felt the strangeness that was about to be forgotten just now? It was a feeling. This wonderful sense of belonging comes domineeringly yet gently, slowly and swiftly, almost making one feel that a lifetime can be settled in such a simple soup.

"Ji Xing, Zhu Lan really... likes you."

"I've known him for so many years, this is the first time I've seen him take someone so seriously."

Intentional or unintentional reminders from people around you, the bottle of cold beer they met on New Year’s Eve two years ago, the stretching cat on the key ring, the hug in full view of the backstage of the game... and this moment.

Countless thoughts swirled in Ji Xing's mind, and finally settled in those peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He admitted that he was slow, perhaps because he had never tasted the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, which caused him to worry about gains and losses.

But after all, it is easy to lie to others, but difficult to lie to yourself.

And at this point, he couldn't even fool others.

"...What are you thinking about?" After a while, Zhu Lan came out, put a small dish of food on the table, and called him, "It's time to eat."

Ji Xing came back to his senses.

He was dazed for a while, then slowly said "oh", and followed Zhu Lan to bring out all the dishes.

The cooking this time was much more successful than two years ago. At least you can tell what the ingredients are. Zhu Lan has been pondering on the tablet for so long and it still works. He is really working hard.

Looking at a table of his favorite dishes, Ji Xing couldn't tell the taste in his heart.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks?" Zhu Lan handed him the cleaned chopsticks, "This? I've thought about this recipe a long time ago. I've been researching it for a long time. Don't want to eat it?"

"I want to eat." Ji Xing took the chopsticks.

He tasted a few sips, perhaps because he was not in his mind, he ate a bit slowly, and he couldn't taste the specific taste, he only felt sour and sweet.

Zhu Lan looked at him for a while, then stood up.

"What, what's the matter?" Ji Xing was a little taken aback.

Zhu Lan turned and went back to her room.

Is it because I didn't praise his delicious food? Is he angry?Ji Xing was a little apprehensive, and was about to catch up, when Zhu Lan pushed open the door and came out, holding a small gift box in his hand.

"It's for you," Zhu Lan sat back and put the small gift box by Ji Xing's hand, "New Year's gift."

The gift box is only the size of a palm, and it is tied with a ribbon to form a beautiful bow.

"Take it apart and have a look." Zhu Lan urged him.

Ji Xing was reluctant to tear apart the gift from Zhu Lan, and slowly unwrapped the thick and delicate wrapping paper, and saw a small box inside.

The box is also quite exquisite, but it is not as new as the wrapping paper. It should be a well-preserved old item.

"I wanted to give you the bunch of keys today, but I couldn't resist moving ahead," Zhu Lan said with a smile, "You should just accept another gift."

His tone was normal, Ji Xing thought that the gift might be some novel gadget, but when he opened it, he was stunned.

— is a medal.

Ji Xing opened the lid and saw it lying quietly inside, the color of the ribbon was slightly faded, but the metallic luster of the medal was still sharp and shiny.

"It's the first solo championship I won in my debut." Zhu Lan looked at the "Ephemeral" ID engraved on the medal, and was a little bit embarrassed. "Although you are not short of this medal, but this? The medal followed me. For many years, it is also meaningful to me, mainly because I thought about it, and I have nothing else to give you..."

"No... just this one," Ji Xing repeated with a little sore eyes, "this one is fine, I like it very much."

Every medal is of great significance to a professional player, especially the first medal. The player's ID engraved on it is unique, and its value cannot be compared with other things.

What's more, Zhu Lan has been standing at the peak of e-sports for so many years, and he has already become a mythical figure. It is self-evident that he gave his first medal to Ji Xing.

Ji Xing picked up the medal, stroked it carefully twice, held it in his palm, and whispered: "The things you gave me are too precious."

"What's so precious about this?" Zhu Lan said with a smile, "Didn't I just say this morning, if you like it, I can pack it up and give it to you. What are these things?"

Ji Xing was carefully touching the edge of the medal and paused upon hearing the words.

He moved his Adam's apple slightly, put the medal back carefully, and raised his head.

He had hesitated for a long time before, thought for a long time, but now he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to hesitate anymore: "Why are you...so nice to me?"

Zhu Lan was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to ask this.

He suddenly laughed: "This? What is the question..."

"I ask you, why are you so nice to me?" Ji Xing interrupted him, and asked stubbornly, "No one is nice to me, even my father, my mother... But why are you... ..Why are you......"

He gritted his teeth, and his voice began to tremble as he spoke, not daring to look at Zhu Lan: "I want to hear the truth."

He looked serious, persistently asking for an answer.

......

"Because you are different from others." For a long time, Zhu Lan said softly, as if admitting defeat, "You are different from everyone else."

Zhu Lan leaned back in the chair. At first glance, her posture was relaxed, but upon closer inspection she was tense: "I met you two years ago. To be honest, at that time I just thought what was going on with this kid? Staying here I'm like a wild cat next to me, and it will explode at every turn. But when we are separated, for me during that time..."

Zhu Lan smiled lightly: "Probably the most difficult time in my life. I go back to Europe every year, and every time I go to the gate of your base, I think every time, if I can meet you this time, I don’t care about anything—what kind of hand? Injury, what misunderstanding, what future, fuck it, it’s best if you come back with me, if you don’t want to come back with me, I’ll tie you up too? Bind you back, from now on I only let you stay by my side, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"But I never met you," Zhu Lan laughed at herself, "Maybe I did too much before, even God doesn't want me to meet you again."

Hearing these words, Ji Xing's eyes were completely red.

He never knew about this past.

He waited for a long time at the gate of Zhu Lan's house and the CNG base two years ago, thinking that the line between the two was only carefully maintained by himself, but Zhu Lan didn't care, and once it was broken, he would never again Can't connect.

But she never imagined that Zhu Lan watched him silently for such a long time in a place where he could not see.

Ji Xing almost cried.

"But then you came back. Not only did you come back, you also signed into CNG. God knows how happy I was when I heard the news. It was like a dream." Zhu Lan was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "I Think, no matter what your intentions are when you come back, whether you want to take revenge on me or find fault with me, I will never let you go again."

"That's how I feel about you. I'm not as good as you think, and the dark thoughts in my heart are not untouched. I don't want to tell lies, and I don't want to pretend that I am a good person who shows kindness. I actually regret everything more than anyone else.”

Zhu Lan's voice was imperceptible: "I would rather drag you into that muddy water at that time, and drag you to ruin together, than open my eyes and find that I will never see you again .”

"How?" Zhu Lan twitched the corners of her mouth, "After listening to this, you still ask me why I did this to you, okay?"

Ji Xing gritted his teeth, his heart was almost broken, and he choked up after a while and said, "So you are real..."

"Yes," Zhu Lan nodded, "I really like you."

Having said that, the rest is just scratching the surface, so it's better to admit it generously.

Zhu Lan looked at Ji Xing, couldn't hide the turbulent emotion in her eyes, and repeated every word: "I really like you, and I really want to be with you."

Ji Xing burst into tears.

Outside the window? The explosion of fireworks, the sound of tidal currents in the distance, and the reflections of thousands of households gathered into a sea of ​​lights on earth, reflecting a square inch of heaven on the water.

In this one window, there was only silence.

Ji Xing's tears fell fiercely, Zhu Lan watched quietly at first without blinking, but finally frowned helplessly, walked over and bent slightly to wipe away Ji Xing's tears.

"Why are you crying?" Zhu Lan smiled.

He has been trying to find the right time, to find a suitable reason to cut in, but he still can't succeed - others think that Ji Xing is eaten by him, but they don't expect that he has always been a loser in front of Ji Xing. A drop of tear or a forced question can disarm him.

In fact, he is the one who grew up.

"What else do you want to ask? Huh?" Zhu Lan rubbed Ji Xing's eyelashes, and held tears on her fingertips, and said, "Give me a one-time treat."

Ji Xing turned his face away, rubbing his cheek against Zhu Lan's palm, itching.

The dust settled in his heart, a certainty he had never had before.

"You said before that you can give me whatever I want," Ji Xing asked, "does it still count?"

Zhu Lan did not hesitate: "Of course."

Ji Xing nodded.

With red eyes and blushing face, he touched Zhu Lan's wrist that was placed next to his cheek, and pulled his wrist and tugged it down.

Zhu Lan was puzzled, and leaned over according to Ji Xing's strength.

But Ji Xing didn't want to talk to him.

His cheeks were burning hot, and the more anxious he became, the more flustered he became. Before Zhu Lan could react, he quickly kissed the corner of his lips like a feather.

The kitty is bold and timid, and all the responses are in this sneaky kiss: "I... um."

Before he finished speaking, the world was already spinning.

Ji Xing was pushed against the edge of the table, his waist was almost broken, and the wine glass on the table shook violently under the shadow of the lamp, before he could pick it up, it fell to his feet with a "slap".

Ji Xing's hands and fingers were covered with viscous red wine juice, Zhu Lan bit his lip hard amidst the smell of wine exploding all over the floor.

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