i can't like him

Chapter 24

Sheng Xinghe sat back at the tea table and ate Liangpi, and it happened that Lu Yang's takeaway had also arrived, but He Qi Nian curled up on the sofa with an empty stomach to watch him eat.

The reason why it is said to be half empty is because I had already eaten a meal before I came back, a large portion of cold noodles and cold skin, and I asked the proprietress to refill some noodles, but watching Sheng Xinghe eat, it aroused a little appetite again.

Sheng Xinghe's food isn't elegant, but he's not a voracious eater either. Even with a stuffed mouth, he's cute, like a little hamster.

Many people like to watch videos and scan Weibo when they eat, but he always stares at the food in his rice bowl and eats very attentively.

He Qinian hugged the small pillow on the sofa to his chest, quietly enjoying the live version of eating and broadcasting.

"Is Liangpi delicious?" He asked.

"Haven't you eaten it?" Sheng Xinghe raised his eyelids to look at him, "It's so delicious that you lick the bottom of the bowl."

He Qinian laughed, "This aunt doesn't open the stall until after five o'clock every evening. If you want to eat, I'll bring it for you next time. In addition to Liangpi and shredded chicken cold noodles, they are all delicious. .”

With something still stuffed in his mouth, Sheng Xinghe replied vaguely: "Okay."

"Can you bring me a copy too?" Lu Yang glanced at the Liangpi in Sheng Xinghe's bowl, "It looks delicious."

"Sure, one fifty." He Qinian spread his palms.

Lu Yang's eyes widened, "Gold leaf cold noodle is so expensive!?"

He Qinian shrugged, "You like to eat or not, and no one forces you. At least you are studying finance. Don't you understand the reason why middlemen earn the difference?"

"Ready to learn, but haven't learned yet." Lu Yang corrected.

"Do you want to eat?" Sheng Xinghe pushed the plastic bowl over, "I haven't moved this half yet, you can grab some and taste it yourself, it's quite delicious."

"Thank you!" Lu Yang triumphantly snorted at He Qiyoun.

He Qinian rolled his eyes, "Eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot."

Lu Yang: "I'm still in the puberty stage, why should I eat more?"

He Qinian raised his head and laughed loudly, "You have a perfect figure."

Lu Yang looked at him, and twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, "As long as you are in good shape, if you hit the side of the road, if you don't know it, you might think it's an electric pole."

He Qinian lifted his T-shirt and pointed to his lower abdomen, "Have you ever seen a telephone pole with eight-pack abs?"

Lu Yang: "I see you now."

He Qinian waved his hand vigorously, and the pillow flew out. Lu Yang was agile and leaned back, and the pillow hit the back of Sheng Xinghe's head.

"Haha!" Lu Yang clapped his hands and laughed wildly.

Sheng Xinghe picked up the pillow and slapped him on the face, "Are you two childish?"

After dinner, Lu Yang took the lead in occupying the bathroom to take a shower.

Sheng Xinghe dug out half a cantaloupe and a pineapple from the refrigerator, turned his head and asked, "He Qinian, do you want a cantaloupe or a pineapple?"

"Of course we adults want both."

"..."

Holding it in one hand, Sheng Xinghe closed the refrigerator door with his elbow.

The fruit was bought at the stall downstairs last night. Seeing that the uncle was getting old, it was pitiful, so he weighed two of them without letting him cut them.

Sheng Xinghe never cooks. There is only one pocket fruit knife left by the former tenant at home. It is about ten centimeters.

He Qinian followed up in the kitchen, "Do you need my help?"

"Are you okay?" Sheng Xinghe let go of his hand and turned to look at him, "Only the top of this knife is sharp, and the bottom is too blunt."

"Don't keep questioning my ability, okay?" He Qinian grabbed the pineapple with his left hand and stabbed it with a knife, the pineapple's head fell off.

"Amazing." Sheng Xinghe smiled as he supported his shoulder.

"That's right." He Qinian resorted to brute force to cut Fengli's butt off.

Sheng Xinghe directed: "Cut it into larger pieces, it will taste better."

Warm breath suddenly swept across his neck, and He Qinian's fingertips paused.

The ambiguous distance and low whisper made his chest gradually heat up.

This is too close.

He Qinian judged in his heart that as long as he turned his head, he would definitely be able to kiss her.

But do you want to kiss?

Pretending to be kissed by accident?

Once the thinking is confused, it becomes sloppy when doing things. It took half a minute for the compliment to go out, and someone was slapped in the face—his finger was accidentally cut.

The cut was small, but the blood flowed continuously.

He Qinian was startled, and pressed the bleeding hole with his hand, and warm liquid flowed out from between his fingers.

Sheng Xinghe quickly wrapped his fingers with a tissue, "It's really not exaggerated, come here and I'll rub some potion on you to disinfect it."

Although He Qinian often came to Sheng Xinghe's house for dinner, this was the second time he entered the bedroom.

There are some books scattered on the table, both professional books and leisure books. The one I am reading recently is a bilingual masterpiece, because it is placed on the bedside, and there is a metal bookmark stuck in the middle.

"Are you still reading classics?" He Qinian asked.

"Well, just take a look."

"Why buy a bilingual one?"

"My English is not good, so I learned a few words by the way." Sheng Xinghe laughed when he said this, "When I was studying, I always felt that learning foreign languages ​​​​was useless. Until I went abroad for competitions, I couldn't help myself when there were so many foreigners. Can't understand."

"It's okay, the Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and I don't think foreigners can understand what you and your teammates are pushing you about."

Sheng Xinghe raised his head and laughed, "It makes sense."

"You must be slow to learn, and it's also very boring. My family has bought a lot of online courses for me before, and there is a special one for daily oral English..."

"A member of your family?" Sheng Xinghe turned to look at him.

He Qinian seldom mentioned He Zixin to others, and this was the first time he slipped his tongue. He was stunned for two seconds, "My aunt."

"Then you said before that she never cared about you or gave you money." Sheng Xinghe finally found a small medicine box at the bottom of the drawer.

"Did I say that?" He Qinian blinked, completely forgetting about it.

"I asked you why you worked part-time. You said you had no money. I asked if your family didn't give you money. You shook your head. I was very impressed." Sheng Xinghe said.

"Yeah, you said I was shaking my head instead of nodding!"

"..."

Co-authoring is a little liar.

Fortunately, he thought that He Qinian was poor and couldn't let go of the pot, and ran over all day to bring warmth.

Sheng Xinghe slowly lifted the tissue and found that the blood was still flowing out continuously.

The stained tissue paper looks shocking.

It was He Qinian's index finger that was injured, and a deep gash was cut on the side.

In fact, the knife was not sharp, but He Qinian used too much force, and when the knife went down, the nail cap was forcibly cut open along with the flesh.

"Why don't you go to the hospital to have a look, maybe you need stitches." Sheng Xinghe said.

"Not at all!" He Qinian took another tissue to hold the wound, "It doesn't hurt very much, it will be fine in a while, so don't bother."

Sheng Xinghe didn't answer, the two sat on the edge of the bed and stared at each other silently for a while, He Qinian couldn't bear his gaze at all, and took the lead in lowering his head to stare at his fingers.

"It's really not that troublesome."

Sheng Xinghe laughed, "You are not afraid of stitches, are you?"

"Of course not." He Qinian curled his lips, "It's so embarrassing to cut a piece of fruit and send it to the hospital."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Sheng Xinghe suddenly found that he couldn't understand the child's thinking.

"Anyway, I'm not going." He Qinian's voice was soft and soft, with a bit of stubborn youthful air.

"Ok."

Sheng Xinghe continued to pinch his wound to stop the bleeding, "Then how is your relationship with your aunt? Didn't you say that you have no relationship before?"

He Qinian rubbed his eyebrows, "That's it, she's very busy with work, so she didn't take care of me very much. At the beginning, she was a little stiff because of choosing a major and some family matters, so I didn't care about her since I was a freshman. I asked for money, and I will return it to her when I earn money in the future."

"Oh——" Sheng Xinghe suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

He Qinian didn't want to talk about He Zixin, so he changed the subject, "If you want to learn English, I'll send you the website address and account password when I go back?"

"Okay, thank you so much."

"There's nothing to be thankful for."

After a while, Sheng Xinghe uncovered the tissue again, the blood hadn't been completely stopped, but the bleeding speed was obviously much slower.

After pressing and wiping for many times, the wound finally stopped bleeding. Sheng Xinghe squeezed He Qinian's finger with one hand, and put iodine on him with the other.

Bones are closely related to a person's height. He Qinian's body is tall and slender, and his fingers are much longer than the average person's. His nails are clean and round, with a healthy pink color and a small crescent moon.

"Your fingers are so long." Sheng Xinghe boasted casually.

"Really?" He Qinian frowned, "But the longest thing on my body is not my fingers."

Sheng Xinghe raised his eyes and glanced at him, smirked, "I suspect you are engaging in pornography."

He Qinian stretched his right leg, "I mean this."

"Oh." Sheng Xinghe laughed until his hands shook.

He Qinian couldn't stop laughing when he saw the corner of his mouth curled up, "Otherwise what do you think it is?"

"Small intestines." Sheng Xinghe said solemnly.

"Fart, you just smiled so obscenely."

"It was."

It was the first time for the two of them to be so close, the distance that they could meet by leaning forward a little.

Sheng Xinghe was as focused on applying the medicine as he was on eating, He Qinian just stared at the few bristles on the top of his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up little by little.

He thought he might be crazy, but he thought it was worth the money.

"Are you still good?" Sheng Xinghe raised his eyelids to look at him, "Did I underestimate your ability?"

He Qinian let out a "beep".

At this time, he had no interest in arguing with Sheng Xinghe, and just wanted to just watch him quietly.

When Sheng Xinghe was concentrating on one thing, he would always frown involuntarily, and even his breathing and speaking would be soft, soft, like a ball of cotton.

The room was exceptionally quiet at night, so quiet that one could hear the intertwined breathing of each other.

He Qinian thought to himself: If the carbon dioxide has a color, the gas they exhaled at this time must be entangled.

Sheng Xinghe's collar was quite big, hanging loosely. From He Qinian's perspective, he could vaguely see something pink and tender, and further down, there were clear muscle lines.

His eyes swept wildly, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

what--

I can't imagine this anymore!

He Qinian turned his eyes away and took a deep breath.

After Sheng Xinghe applied the potion, he blew on his wound, raised his eyes and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

He Qinian's heart was beating very hard, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or the stalemate in his movements for too long, his fingertips trembled slightly.

He didn't dare to look directly into Sheng Xinghe's gaze, he just stared at his fingertips and said: "It hurts a bit, if you blow it again, it might be much better."

In this state, it is obviously not painful.

Sheng Xinghe quickly pulled out a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his wound, and then stuck it with adhesive tape.

When he stood next to the chopping board again, it was replaced by Sheng Xinghexiu.

Standing beside him, He Qinian reminded in a low voice, "Be careful."

Sheng Xinghe didn't answer, his eyes caught his raised index finger, and he burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" He Qinian rested his right hand lightly on the table, and turned to look at him sideways, "If it wasn't because you were messing around, could I have cut it open?"

Sheng Xinghe was shocked, "When did I make trouble?"

"Hey..." He Qinian felt that he couldn't explain clearly, and urged, "Hurry up and cut it, I want to eat pineapple."

Sheng Xinghe casually poked a piece with a knife and fed it to his mouth.

When He Qinian bit the piece of pineapple, he felt his kneecaps were soft.

"Is it sweet?" Sheng Xinghe asked.

He Qinian nodded fiercely, raised his hand to hook his shoulder, and was slapped on the wrist by Sheng Xinghe, "Let go, don't affect my performance."

He Qinian laughed, "Will it affect you if I stand by?"

"Nonsense." Sheng Xinghe pressed the handle of the knife against his lower abdomen, "Is there no point in such a big man? It covers up the light."

"Oh." He Qinian curled his lips and moved away.

When Lu Yang came out of the bathroom, there were already two plates of attractively colored fruits on the coffee table, which looked very sweet.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the gauze on He Qinian's index finger, and teased: "Cut a piece of fruit and cut your hands? You are too good."

"That's better than some people who just eat and don't work." He Qinian said flatly.

"I'm a guest, of course it's different." Lu Yang cheaply inserted three yuan, and stuffed it into his mouth with his head raised.

guest……

Something touched He Qinian's head, and he suddenly came to his senses.

For Sheng Xinghe, he is no longer a guest that needs to be entertained, nor a student, but a closer relationship.

Intimate enough to be called at any time and sleep in a bed!

Thinking about it this way, he began to feel emotional again.

Sheng Xinghe squinted at him, "Why are you smirking?"

"No." He Qinian cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Let's watch TV, I haven't watched TV for a long time."

It was rare to relax before school started, Sheng Xinghe had no objection, "What are you looking at?"

"Why don't you watch a movie." Lu Yang glanced at the time, "It's time to sleep after watching it."

"All right."

This was the first time that Sheng Xinghe turned on the TV on the wall since he moved in.

He usually doesn't have the habit of watching TV series, and he rarely even watches movies. He usually turns on the TV to watch live events.

He has always felt that it is more convenient to watch videos on computers and mobile phones, but if there are many people in the family, watching TV has a different kind of warmth.

The style of the TV has come out in recent years, and it has complete functions. After connecting to wifi, you can directly use your mobile phone to project.

Of course, this function was discovered by Lu Yang.

Sheng Xinghe didn't know anything about it, just like an old man who had stepped into his seventies, he was in the state of "ah?" "I don't know" the whole time, and was disgusted by two students.

"Let's watch a ghost movie." Lu Yang made a suggestion after searching the app homepage.

"Ah—" He Qinian's ending sounded very long, sounding a little disgusted, and it could be seen from his expression that he was not satisfied with this proposal.

"What? Are you scared?" Lu Yang smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

He Qinian sneered, "What's so scary about this, but I think many ghost movies have no connotation. After watching them, I don't know what they are filming, and the ratings are also very low."

Holding the phone, Lu Yang insisted, "What kind of connotation do you want for a ghost movie, as long as it's scary enough."

"..." Ten thousand words of swear words drifted across He Qinian's mind.

Just before Lu Yang clicked on the projection, he looked at Sheng Xinghe again, trying to make a final struggle.

"Brother, are you afraid? I'm afraid we won't watch it."

Sheng Xinghe shook his head, "Look, I haven't watched a horror movie for a long time."

"........."

He Qinian tightened his grip on the small pillow on his chest with a solemn face, and after the successful projection, he quietly leaned against Sheng Xinghe.