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The next morning Teng Cuo slept until almost noon, and when he sat up with half-closed eyes, he first smelled the aroma of rice.He rolled up the quilt in a daze, and after a while he remembered Xiao Guozai.

Xiao Guo really slept in the living room yesterday, the tall man was pillowed on the sofa cushion and covered with a blanket, and it was difficult to even turn over.When Teng Cuo walked out, he was tidying up in the kitchen. There were two cardboard boxes on the floor, which were full of food.

The man was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, with short sleeves that outlined his muscles, making him look flamboyant.He stood in front of the refrigerator and laid out eggs, holding five with one hand without difficulty.

A pair of snow-white hands circled behind him and hugged his waist.

Xiao Guo was startled and almost let go.He raised his hand and didn't dare to move, Teng Cuo pressed his chin against his cervical spine, and rubbed his nose against his stubble.

Xiao Guo's ears felt hot, his breathing rhythm accelerated, and he held Teng Cuo's forearm with the hand that didn't hold the egg.He half turned his head and said in a low voice, "Xiao Zhuo."

"Yeah." Teng Cuo gasped at the back of his neck and said, "Brother Xiao."

His voice was a little hoarse, full of exhaustion from not waking up.Xiao Guo quickly put all the eggs into the refrigerator, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

He closed the refrigerator door, and as soon as he turned around, Teng Cuo leaned over again.Teng Cuo was only wearing a shirt, and his complexion was a little better than usual because he just got up. A very light layer of powder appeared under his skin, and he looked up again. No one who saw it would not dream about it.Xiao Guo saw that Teng Cuo's pupils reflected him clearly, he wanted to talk, but suddenly felt a little thirsty.

He lowered his eyes, trying to avoid it, but he happened to see Teng Cuo standing barefoot.He held Teng Cuo's arm and lifted it up easily, letting someone step on his instep.

Teng Cuo is very light, very thin, and his slender limbs are not as good as Xiao Guo's, even if they have muscles.In this posture, he couldn't be seen from behind at all, and was completely blocked by Xiao Guo.

There was no gap between them, Teng placed his chin on Xiao Guo's shoulder by mistake, exposing his back unreservedly, Xiao Guo's hand passed through his armpit, pressing the position of his back.

This is something Teng Cuo couldn't do before. In the past ten years, he has to be vigilant at all times. Words like trust and dependence are far away from him.

However, when facing Xiao Guo, a familiar feeling rose from his heart, broke away from the dust of many years, and became Teng Cuo's instinct, which took root in his mind and grew wildly.Teng has studied science for nine years by mistake, and he can't explain the softness he feels in his heart.The love when he was a teenager passed too quickly, and it was too far away from now, but his longing for Xiao Guo is like a procedural memory. No matter how long it has been, as long as Xiao Guo is in front of him, he wants to get closer and closer .

This thought invaded his reason and became a secret pleasure that he would not say, even Xiao Guo didn't know about it.

Teng Cuo liked this kind of intimacy very much, and tiptoed on Xiao Guo's instep for a while.Xiao Guo supported him to prevent him from falling, and asked again: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Teng wrongly said: "Not good."

He put his arms around Xiao Guo, he heard the heartbeat of this man, it was very loud and very rapid.Now he was stepping on Xiao Guo, not a little taller, rubbed his forehead against Xiao Guo's side face, lowered his head and smiled silently.

"Huh?" Xiao Guo didn't know what he was thinking, he paused for a while before asking: "Why didn't you sleep well?"

Teng Cuo said in a muffled voice, "I've been dreaming."

Xiao Guo stretched out his hand to help him comb up his messy hair, and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Teng Cuo pursed his lips and said, "I forgot."

It is also possible that he remembered but didn't say anything, but Xiao Guo didn't ask again.The wonton stew that was kept warm in the pot wafted out the aroma, Teng Cuo sniffed it, and Xiao Guo noticed it.

"Go wash up," he easily picked up Teng Cuo and walked out of the kitchen, "then come and eat."

Both of Teng Cuo's legs were hanging in the air. When passing by, he glanced at the cardboard box on the ground and asked, "What is this?"

"Eat," Xiao Guo said, "I'll cook for you in the future."

Teng smiled wrongly and said, "You are so kind to me."

Xiao Guo also smiled, and put Teng Cuo down when he walked to the bathroom. The two were still very close. Teng Cuo frowned and rubbed the place on his arm that Xiao Guo had just held.Xiao Guo's complexion changed a little, he opened his mouth very quickly, and his voice dropped again when he reached the point of his mouth, and said "I'm sorry" to Teng Cuo in a low voice.

When Teng Cuo finished washing and came out, Xiao Guo had already placed his slippers at the door of the bathroom, but he ignored it and went back to the dining room barefoot.He walked quietly, like a cat.

Xiao Guo put the rice on the table, then went to Teng Cuo's slippers and brought them back.He bent down and put the slippers on the edge of Teng Cuo's chair, and said, "Xiao Zhuo, put on your shoes."

Teng Cuo didn't move, Xiao Guo said: "Be good, it's cold on the ground."

"It's so sweet," Teng Cuo propped his hands on the dining table, and said, "But don't."

When he raised his eyes, he showed a natural obsession, which was obviously a rejection, but in the eyes of most people, it meant flirting.

However, Xiao Guo didn't seem to have any thoughts on that aspect, and he said it a few times, but was refuted by Teng Cuo.In the end Xiao Guo stood motionless in front of the people and didn't say a word.

After spending so much time, Teng Cuo was really no match, he stretched out his legs and reluctantly turned the shoes over with his toes, Xiao Guo watched him put them on, and the matter was over.

Teng Cuo didn't like people taking care of him, but he was in a pretty good mood right now, with his hair tied up, and he and Xiao Guo had a harmonious meal.In fact, Xiao Guo doesn't know how to cook, and he learned it by himself. He has no talent in this area, but fortunately, the cooking is not bad, and the taste is Teng Cuo's favorite.

Xiao Guo ate quickly, and after putting down his chopsticks, Teng Cuo on the opposite side continued to scoop up ravioli and stew them slowly.He waited for the person to finish the mouthful, and finally asked about the illness.

Teng Cuo's emotions came quickly, he threw the spoon back into the bowl with a clang, and said, "Haven't you read all the cases?"

Xiao Guo looked at him and said, "The case didn't mention the reason."

"There's no reason," Teng Cuo said lazily, leaning on the back of the chair, "It's not because of you."

The symptoms of bipolar affective disorder are not only experiencing periods of agitation and depression, but also suicidal or self-harming tendencies, leaving work behind, which is what Xiao Guo is most worried about.But he would not ask Teng Cuo openly, these few trials are enough for him, Teng Cuo is very resistant to the topic of mental illness, Xiao Guo can only observe.Fortunately, it doesn't matter to him whether the medicine or prescription is wrong, he can take it to the doctor for advice.

He said that if he wanted Teng Cuo to treat him as a brother, he would really take on the responsibility of a brother, taking care of the most basic housework, and he had to keep an eye on whether Teng Cuo was running around without shoes again from time to time.

Not really, Teng Cuo sat on the sofa with a cushion in his arms, his legs crossed, his slippers were well dressed, and he squeezed a light orange hard candy in his hand.The TV in the living room was on, and Teng wrongly stared in that direction, but his vision was empty.

Xiao Guo stood at the door of the kitchen, his hands were still stained with washing water, and he looked at Teng Cuo very quietly.If you look closely at Teng Cuo's bridge of nose, there is a hump, which is not obvious, but the side profile is extremely interesting.Many people with high nose bridges have sharp faces, but Teng Cuo is not. The narrow nose bridge is very feminine, and the lips are very full. Instead of looking mean, they look very weak.

In fact, every line, every curve and shape of his face was just right.In front of such an appearance, the perishability of youth and the boundaries of gender have to bow down. Teng Cuo doesn't need to do anything, his existence is a work of art.

"Xiao Zhuo," Xiao Guo whispered, "The sugar is about to melt."

***

Xiao Guo had to go to work in the afternoon, he didn't have a car, and Teng Cuo didn't go to the nightclub today, and he didn't offer to take it off.When Xiao Guo was about to go out, he was still sitting on the sofa, staring in a daze at the TV that kept showing advertisements.

All kinds of chaotic and bright colors are changing on the screen, and Teng Cuo's eyes don't move.Xiao Guo stood beside him and said, "Have you closed it? Your eyes are tired from looking at it all the time."

Teng Cuo didn't answer, Xiao Guo stood there for a while, but finally didn't close it.Teng Cuo said, "Close the curtains."

Xiao Guo said, "It's still early."

Teng Cuo stared at the sky outside the window and said, "I don't like sunlight."

When he said this, his expression was very relaxed, and the ending was a little bit longer.Xiao Guo was stunned for a moment, but still did as he said.

The curtains are very good at shading, allowing the apartment to enter the dark night early, and there is still sunlight coming in through the gaps, giving people an indescribably weird feeling.Xiao Guo turned on the light, and Teng Cuo was eating candy with his head down.

"Dinner is in the kitchen, remember to eat it." Xiao Guo stood by the sofa and said, "The medicine is on the bedside table, I put it away for you."

Teng put the candy in his mouth by mistake, without even looking at Xiao, there was a singer performing on TV, and the voice was very abrupt in the quiet living room.

Xiao Guo didn't wait for a response, he bent down and said, "Xiao Zhuo?"

Teng Cuo suddenly smiled, he turned his face, and when he looked at Xiao Guo, he had already put away his smile, and said with rolling eyes, "Can't you let me go like this, brother Xiao?"

Xiao Guo straightened up and didn't speak.

Teng Cuo rubbed the candy with his teeth, looking a little cold.In fact, since he was asked about the cause of the disease at noon, he had no good face, not because he was angry or bored, but because he had no fear of Xiao Guo.He can take the initiative to approach Xiao Guo, and now he can easily push away.He doesn't care what this person says or does, Xiao Guo's service to him seems to be a matter of course, Xiao Guo's emotions have no effect on him, even if Xiao Guo goes out now and never comes back, he may not have any fluctuations.Without Xiao Guo, there are probably countless others waiting to serve him.

He said that he would be capricious, and he asked Xiao Guo to catch it, which is true.

Xiao Guo collected the few candy wrappers he threw on the table and threw them into the trash can, looked at the time, and said, "Xiao Zhuo, I'm leaving. You..."

He stopped in front of the coffee table, blocked the TV, and looked down at Teng Cuo, whose figure completely covered Teng Cuo.The light from the TV fell on his back, and when viewed from a wrong angle, the edges of his body were blurred with colorful lights.

His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say a lot, but he didn't.He changed his shoes and went out, whispering, "Go to bed early."

Xiao Guo didn't have a car, so he took public transportation to Maoyan.He arrived not too late, and the bar owner was there when he entered. Last night, the little bartender was handwriting today's special wine list in front of a small blackboard.

The little bartender greeted him cheerfully, Xiao Guo nodded, changed his clothes and came out from behind.

"Hey, bro!" The bartender took away the marker pen cap he was biting into his mouth, and leaned over to ask, "What happened to the guest last night, you guys?"

Xiao Guo stood behind the counter and wiped the glasses without saying a word.

"I saw you two walking together last night," the bartender didn't give up stereotypes, and talked to him on the bar, "what's the matter? Why does he treat you so well?"

Xiao Guo had a sullen face, but he usually had this expression, the bartender didn't think anything of it.On the other hand, the boss was sweating. He knew Xiao Guo's identity, and thought that his stupid employee might offend others by asking such questions, so he called the bartender away with a greeting, and pretended to scold him. Let people go back and continue to write about today's offers.

Then he nodded towards Xiao Guo, a little flattering.

In fact, Xiao Guo would not really be offended, but he really didn't know how to answer.The air pressure on his body was usually low, but now it was even deeper. Anyway, the bar hadn't opened yet, so he didn't look up. He just stood there and chipped the pucks, one after another as if he was playing.

The bar opened at 07:30, but when the first wave of customers came, Xiao Guo's phone rang.He glanced at it and went out to pick it up through the back door.

Jue Ting was very cautious, and said in a brisk tone: "Hey, brother, can you talk?"

"Yes," Xiao Guo lit a cigarette, "Team Ting, just say it."

Jue Ting recovered immediately, obviously a little anxious.Xiao Guo listened, and finally frowned.

An hour and a half ago, a gold store on the commercial street in the city center was robbed.In fact, it is not accurate to say that it was a robbery, because the gangster who rushed in with a gun was a drug addict who was in a trance and acted violently under the influence of drugs.After the man went in, he yelled for robbery and shot indiscriminately. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

And this is not an ordinary crime after taking drugs. According to the information that Jue Ting and the others have so far, this person is named Fan Dayuan, and he is a drug dealer in Huayuan.

The criminal investigation team was very excited when they took over. Capturing Fan Dayuan may mean a breakthrough, and they must be brought back for trial.But the problem is that a few minutes after entering the gold shop, Fan Dayuan was shot down by a man wearing a mask in black who appeared suddenly and seemed to be trying to silence him.

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