Who drinks milk?

Another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

This weekend, Xie Qingcheng isn't staying at the University of Medicine - he's going back to his old mansion in downtown Husqvarna to check it out.

Since the siblings started college, the old mansion has not been inhabited often, and no matter how different the men and women are, the snail's footsteps of less than forty square feet have made life a bit awkward for both Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue.

However, because they were on good terms with their neighbors, and Auntie Lai loved them as if they were her own mother, the siblings would come back every now and then to have dinner with Auntie Lai and stay for a couple of days.

Recently, Xie Qingcheng had a lot on his plate and had not been home for a long time, so he called Xie Xue this week when he was free.

"Go to Auntie Leigh's for the weekend and I'll pick you up in my car."

But Xie Xue said, "I passed by there the night before last, and went to see her."

"...... Why didn't you tell me."

"I--" Xie Xue's words changed, "I'm just wandering around."

"It's three subway transfers from HU to Stormy Lane, and there's no big malls around there, so you're wandering there by yourself?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Xie Xue, don't lie with me here." Xie Qingcheng's tone plummeted cold, "Have you been hiding something from me lately?"

Xie Xue grunted and couldn't make up a sentence, but finally just let out a panicked "ah".

"Brother, my cell phone is dead."

"Xie Xue!"

"The battery's really dead, I'm hanging up, brother, you go by yourself, I have something to do on the weekend, remember to say hello to Auntie Lai for me! Bye!"

Xie Qingcheng wanted to say something else, but the response was already a series of beeping busy sounds from his cell phone.

......

Xie Qingcheng cut off the call, threw the cell phone onto the table with a cold face, walked to the dormitory balcony, and finished a whole cigarette in a state of distraction.

Xie Xue's not going. He still has to go back.

Not only was he going to see Auntie Lai, but he also had to clean up the house. Although it wasn't always inhabited, it was after all his and Xie Xue's real home.

So Friday night after class, Xie Qingcheng picked up some simple personal items and took the subway back to Stormy Lane.

It is one of the few dilapidated alleys in the city that has not been demolished, or was built when it was a concession, with dark red bricks and pinkish-white edges. The government allocates funds every year to repair the exterior as beautifully as possible, but it still cannot change the fate of a beauty in its twilight years. The crisscrossed clotheslines are like wrinkles that cannot be covered with powder, and the peeling paint in the details is a dull lip gloss. These small buildings are stretched out among the grand and spacious modern buildings, and they easily remind people of their grandmothers sitting in the center of the young people taking pictures, which is quite a characteristic of the times.

Xie Qingcheng Entering the alley, some aunts and uncles were collecting clothes, and when they saw him, they greeted him-

"Professor Xie, you're back?"

"Has Dr. Xie eaten yet? Grandpa and uncle here cooked some corn can't eat it, in a while to send you ah."

Xie Qingcheng answered their call, then turned sideways into the entrance of the building full of broken bicycles and entered his own yard.

Neighbors first called him Xiao Xie, and then Xie Xue grew up, his mouth is far sweeter than his, and communication with others is much more frequent than his, so "Xiao Xie" this intimate appellation was given to his sister, and he was mostly politely addressed by them as Professor Xie, Dr. Xie.

The only elder who doesn't call Xie Qingcheng by his professional name is Auntie Lai.

Xie Qingcheng and her family is a door hall, he went into the house to bring back a change of clothes once put, went to knock on the door of Auntie Li's house.

"Noisy, noisy, deadly, in the middle of the night-"

Knocked for half a day, Auntie Lai's little red broken door did not open, but the attic living in the grandfather uncle to open the window, barely crooked to stretch out a thinly hairy brain, but cursed half, found the people standing below, the grandfather uncle convergence of spittle.

"Oh, so it's Dr. Xie who's back."

"Uncle Master, where's Auntie Lai?"

"Hey hey hey, she saw a few days ago Xiao Xie le, think Nong will not follow so fast back well, so she went to her little sister this morning."

"Went to her friend's place?" Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly.

"Yes, aigoo, you are not unaware of your aunt Lai's cluck, people crazy one, a large age and still crazy and little sister to engage in what cheongsam show, play to have fun. Estimated that these two days will not come back."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"Dr. Xie has not eaten yet?" After the uncle had finished chatting, he greeted Xie Qingcheng, "You haven't eaten yet? Come up and eat with your uncle."

Xie Qingcheng and the neighborhood have always been nonchalant: "What's for dinner?"

"Eat the mango." Uncle Gramps peeked out of the narrow window with an old hand like the bark of a cereal tree, holding out a large, yellow, peeled mango.

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

The old codger saw his look and giggled out loud, a few thinning hairs trembling in the wind: "Look at you, look at you, all serious and frowning, hahahahahahaha, dimple."

Xie Qingcheng : "...... Forget it, you eat by yourself, I'm going home."

With that, he flung the door and went into his family room.

The house was divided into two halves, separated by a simple blue curtain, and Xie Xue's place was the one with a view from the window. Although the space was small, there were several lovely succulents and blooming moonflowers in the window. The bed was the princess bed that Xie Qingcheng had given her when she was in junior high school, with colorful dolls and pillows on it, and faded celebrity posters on the wall along one side of the bed.

Xie Qingcheng tossed his jacket onto his own bed, his long fingers threading into his tie-buckle, tugging it loose, and letting out a breath of air.

His bed is placed against the door position, also take the screen curtains separated, he lived not so elaborate, an old wooden bed from his parents that generation used to now, the old furniture sturdy, more than thirty years of conscientiousness accompanied by the wind and rain, or very reliable and durable.

Busy week, Xie Qingcheng too tired, he poured some water and ate some medicine, lying in bed for a while, and when he woke up, it was already completely dark.

Auntie Lai wasn't around, and he was too lazy to sit down and have a good meal, so he fumbled with his phone and ordered a random takeout.

Before I could close the page after clicking, a WeChat alert popped up.

He Yu: "Where are you?"

Xie Qingcheng lazy back.

A second message popped up again, "I came to the med school looking for you, didn't see you in person."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng, too tired to type, replied as little as he could, "Home."

He Yu is acting as if words don't cost anything: "Are you at home? Did you go home? Is Xie Xue with you?"

It's hard for people who have been tightly wound to wind up immediately once they've returned to the realm of peace of mind and have completely relaxed.

Xie Qingcheng That's it, he was lying flat on the old wooden bed, loosening his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt, the whole person was lazy and soft, even his fingers were too lazy to move, and he directly held down and sent out a voice, with a somewhat lethargic and tired raspy voice: "Are you annoyed ah you, she didn't come with me, it's the weekend, and what are you doing to come to me? There is no milk for you to drink. You won't order takeout yourself, but you still need company?"

He usually doesn't speak so harshly to He Yu.

Mainly because He Yu had caught him cheating earlier, he was a bit humiliated and hadn't figured out how to get back in the game, so he hadn't looked for the Kid all week.

Now that He Yu has taken the initiative to bounce him, he's on fire, wanting to rest and not worry about the psycho.

The psychopath was decidedly silent for a few moments.

Then came a text message.

"I'm a little bored."

Xie Qingcheng continued his voice without waves, "Go play with your classmates."

Text message, "I want to come to you."

"You can't understand me He Yu?I'm on the weekend, I have to rest, and I'm in my own house, and you've only been here a few times when you were a child and don't remember the way." Xie Qingcheng annoyingly rejected him, but probably because of lying flat on the edge of the bed and the person was tired, he couldn't help but bring some soft nasal voice.

Another text message from He Yu: "Don't worry, I remember it well."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

Also, how else is it a schoolboy.

"Don't come, there's no time to entertain you. Unless you're sick again. Are you sick?"

Text message, "Not sick."

"Then don't come."

Then text message, "You lost to me last time and I haven't made you a demand have I?"

Xie Qingcheng stared at the ceiling with two godless eyes, the light of the cell phone screen illuminated his face blue, more and more dead and dull: "...... He Yu, what do you really want."

This time the other's message wasn't answered right away, as if he was thinking about it.

Just when Xie Qingcheng had lost patience and was ready to throw his cell phone to the side and go back to sleep, He Yu came with another message, this time it was actually a direct voice. The youth's voice was in very good condition, a pool of warmth and silence, the words implied.

It's just a shameless thing to say.

"I'm not sick, but I'm not in a very good mood, and it's kind of tiring to think that I have to pretend in front of everyone else, but I don't have to in front of you, so I've come to see you for a break."

"...... Am I a playground? You have nothing to do but come here to me for a break?" Xie Qingcheng fumed at the nice timbre, "He Yu, what kind of psychological barrier do you have, before you avoided me faster than a dog, as a result, last time I let you get some sweetness, you are still chasing after yourself now, what, are you still addicted?"

He Yu doesn't really know what's going on with him.

Maybe I've been chasing Xie Xue in my eyes before, and there's always a little bit of anticipation in my heart.

Now that that anticipation was gone, and his eyes were unwilling to let Xie Xue see them again, he had no choice but to turn his gaze away.

In the midst of all this confusion, he finally realizes that Xie Qingcheng is the perfect person to get his mind off of it - Xie Qingcheng knows him well, and ......

And Xie Qingcheng's eyes, at least, are similar to Xie Xue's.

As he watched, even if he knew it was fake, he was more or less relieved. What's more, the taste of having Xie Qingcheng lose to him was really interesting, something he hadn't expected and had never imagined before.

Xie Qingcheng may be right. He's a bit of an addict.

However, what he did not expect was that he waited for Xie Qingcheng to call on him again, but waited and waited and waited, but did not wait. A week had passed and he was a bit annoyed, so tonight he condescended to send him such a message, and after Xie Qingcheng refused over and over again, he coldly couldn't help but change the text message to a voice message, hoping that the other party could hear the displeasure in his voice.

"I'm coming over now."

Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he threw his cell phone against the wall, and He Yu's punchy voice was still playing automatically in the cramped old house-

"You haven't looked for me all week, you're not afraid, are you?"

Xie Qingcheng sighed, "I'm fucking scared shitless of you."

He Yu is a pragmatic person, and when he said he would come, he really came. Xie Qingcheng originally accused him of misremembering the location and looking for the wrong person, but when the old broken burglar door was knocked on without delay, Xie Qingcheng knew that it would be more realistic to expect He Yu's IQ to drop than to expect him to walk down the road and fall into a manhole cover under construction.

"Duh-duh-duh."

"......" Xie Qingcheng, who was lying on the bed so tired that he lost power, moved his fingers, still not wanting to get up.

He Yu played the excellent quality of contemporary college students to respect the old and love the young, civilized and courteous, and did not rush, did not go, Xie Qingcheng does not get up, he just so every a while, not light and not heavy, flexed his index finger to knock a few times the door.

He wasn't even in a hurry.

He is not anxious, upstairs old and strong hearing very good uncle but anxious, uncle a push open the attic window: "knock knock knock! Knocking for so long will not ask if there is anyone ah! I don't know if there's anyone there. I don't know who you're looking for, but I'm looking for a young man who looks familiar. You're here to participate in the community welfare, condolences to the widows and orphans na?"

......

It's a fucking disgrace.

Xie Qingcheng, an elderly widow who was lying in bed pretending to be dead, was forced to get up, pull open the security door, and shouted upstairs, "It's okay, Uncle, I'm acquainted."

While clutching the collar of the youth standing outside, he violently yanked the man through the half-open doorway and into the house.

"You get in here." The tattered security door slammed shut behind them, and the word "Blessed" affixed to the door shuddered a few inches from the force.

Xie Qingcheng blackened his face and slammed He Yu against the wall.

"What do you want."

He Yu stood against the wall, with a faint scent of laundry, and the scent of a young boy who has been in the sun for a long time, the smell of youth.

The smell of tobacco mingles with the scribbling and coldness of Xie Qingcheng's house.

He Yu raised his eyebrows and raised his finger to point upstairs, "Didn't everyone else say so? I've come to sympathize with the widows and orphans."

Said bypassing Xie Qingcheng in front of him, snapped the house lights on, this series of actions in a smooth flow, the young man did not have the subtlety of volunteer volunteers, and do not regard themselves as outsiders.

The most annoying thing is that after a round in the home, this volunteer comrade actually turned back and politely asked for the "widows and orphans" he was comforting.

"Brother Xie, I'm a bit hungry, can I have some food."

Xie Qingcheng was annoyed to death and raised his hand to scratch his hanging forehead hair up, "Go drink milk you."

"Do you have milk for me?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng didn't have the heart to rummage through the carton and throw a carton of Schwarzkopf at him.

He Yu looked at it, "This milk is not pure enough, I never drink this brand."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were like blades, and his thin lips were like frost, "Then what would you like to drink, young master? Do you want me to find someone to produce some for you?"