idiot and idiot

Turning his head habitually, there was no one beside him, Xia Xiyan sat up from the bed in a daze; he tried to call the idiot in a trance, but he never got a familiar reply.

That's right, that idiot... should have already left.

Xia Xiyan put on his outer robe, walked into the courtyard, and sat down while leaning on the stone table; he didn't say a word.The early morning wind was not considered warm, he shivered suddenly, waited for a long time to react, then slowly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

After stepping into the door, he found that the pot cover covered the entire stove, Xia Xiyan smiled and poked the edge of the bowl with two fingers, it was already cold.

Just as I was about to pick it up, I found that there was paper under it.That idiot can't write, so it's no surprise that the drawing on the paper was a little scribbled, probably because he couldn't make it in time.

"Idiot, remember to eat." This is the first sentence.

Xia Xiyan rubbed gently with his fingertips: "En."

"Idiot, don't suffer yourself." The second sentence.

"will not."

"Idiot, take care of yourself." The third sentence.

"fool,......"

At the end of the paper, there was a huge ink blob, as if it had stopped writing for a long time,

"Idiot, I'm sorry..."

Paper is exhausted.

Xia Xiyan trembled inexplicably, folded the paper and put it in his arms; carrying the meal, he went to the courtyard.

After setting the table, he realized that he had taken an extra set of bowls and chopsticks. Xia Xiyan sat down with his brows furrowed, without saying a word.

The rice was cold, but fortunately Xia Xiyan was not picky.The shepherd's purse with a chopstick in it reflexively threw it to the opposite bowl, and barely stopped halfway; then silently turned and fed it back to his own mouth.

While chewing, his eyes were sore from the heat, Xia Xiyan paused, and continued to eat.

Rice, there are many; vegetables, too.

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Hong Wei didn't know how to comfort the idiot, or he couldn't comfort the idiot right now.Although neither of them said anything clearly, they tacitly suppressed the desire to speak, and also refused to reconcile in disguise.The only thing I know is that no one can convince anyone.

The idiot entered the room silently, changed his clothes, and lay down.

Hong Wei hesitated and didn't know what to do, the idiot didn't turn his face angrily, but he himself felt a pungent and sour feeling in this silent environment.He choked his throat, as if suffocating.

Hong Wei procrastinated by using the excuse of tidying up.

He carefully looked at the idiot's back with the side light. The wind that was approaching autumn and winter blew over the idiot's back, and the ends of his hair, together with his close-fitting clothing, fluctuated slightly.That idiot can't be regarded as a weak person, but just looking at that thin back, Hong Wei feels distressed in a slumped manner.

If he is gone, who else will cook for this idiot?

If he is gone, who else will give this idiot a shoulder?

If I am not here...

The road has been stepped on, and I thought that there would be someone who could support me on the road for the rest of my life; unfortunately, now I have to go on the road alone again.

Hong Wei watched quietly, then secretly took out a piece of paper and polished the ink.

Well, what's the first sentence?

By the way, this idiot always disregards his own body, so I need to remind you.

Hong Wei nervously pressed the four corners of the flat paper and started to write.

After writing a sentence, look around, and then add a few strokes to the unsatisfactory parts.

Ah, that idiot is always unwilling to show weakness, this needs to be changed.

Well, that idiot always hates seeing others suffer...

After writing a large sheet eloquently, Hong Wei smiled with satisfaction, and touched his nose excitedly thinking of the way the idiot saw the letter.

There's room for one more line... what to write?

Hong Wei looked up at the idiot on the bed, feeling a bit of remorse for no reason; he sat blankly for a while, until he heard a slap, and a big ink blob touched the paper along the tip of the pen.Hong Wei blew on it anxiously, but the ink blob was getting bigger and bigger, so startled that he had no choice but to stick it with his cuff.

Looking at the ball of ink, Hong Wei frowned, but had no choice but to continue.

The last sentence, I definitely can't say it face to face.

but......

Hong Wei moved her body before writing again.

After finishing writing, Hong Wei breathed a sigh of relief; held the paper up to the light, and blew it gently; thinking: Now, that idiot won't be so sad anymore, right?

When the handwriting was all dry, I folded it and put it in my arms.

He got up and walked towards the idiot, staring at the man's eyebrows.Ah, why does he look depressed and frown.

Raising his hand to smooth the idiot's brow, he sat quietly on the edge of the bed, patting the back of the person next to him again and again; thinking: Let's help this idiot make breakfast when the time comes.

The wind is blowing in the autumn night, and the flickering candlelight fills the ground and is thick.

The author has something to say: 23333 I am back again. .Not easy school life and various problems. .Winter is coming, you little cuties should also pay attention to your body ///I don’t know how to cheat, don’t worry///Actually, this article is not a big deal or ups and downs, but I still hope it can Bringing a kind of beautiful enjoyment to all the cuties. If a part of it is conveyed, it will be really happy QWQ

I’m really sorry for the little cutie who collected the text, a person like me who writes the text will be disgusted to death//Thank you for your support

Well, the autumn is full of autumn colors ///

. . .Hey, I recently entered the pit of little angel yuri///But I haven't grasped the competitive text yet///

The question of word count is really drunk (cover face)

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Xiuwen, who is writing the love letter?It’s the author of Salted Fish 23333. Read the text, cuties, please continue to read this salted fish’s love letter? qaq