My straight man has a longer reflex arc

Going upstairs and entering the house, Cheng Xiaoye sat on the sofa and opened his backpack, took out a bag of crispy persimmons, and said, "This is what grandma made this year, let me bring it to you. Oh, and this..." He took out another bag of persimmons. Two carrots in plastic packaging: "I bought them on the way back the day before yesterday, and I want you to make me diced carrot noodles."

While taking the persimmons and carrots to the kitchen, Cheng Yang asked, "How is grandpa and grandma?"

"It's fine, nothing."

"Don't disappear suddenly next time. I didn't sleep all night because of worry, and I couldn't get through the phone."

"My phone was out of battery." Cheng Xiaoye said with a smile, "Brother, I want to eat noodles at noon."

Worrying all night, Ono finally came back, Cheng Yang was about to agree, but remembered that Xiao Yue was still asleep in the room, so he could only say: "I'm going to accompany Xiao Yue to the clinic to hang water, we will go out to eat together at that time Bar?"

"Why is it Xiao Yue every day?"

"Xiao Yue's fever hasn't subsided yet."

Cheng Xiaoye was a little unhappy, went back to his bedroom, turned back when he got to the door, couldn't help reminding: "Brother, today is my birthday..."

Because of the fact that Cheng Xiaoye didn't come back, Cheng Yang was so anxious to forget about it, seeing that the birthday star complained, he smiled and said: "Got it, I remembered, I ordered a cake for you yesterday, let them Delivered at noon today."

Cheng Xiaoye was still a little depressed, so he asked again: "What flavor?"

Cheng Yang smiled and said, "Fruit flavor."

"Then what about my noodles?" Cheng Xiaoye was in a mood now, and asked again intentionally.

"Of course we have to do it." Cheng Yang said with a smile.

"You don't care about Xiao Yue anymore?"

"It is estimated that he will sleep for a while, so let's go to the clinic after lunch."

Cheng Xiaoye smiled, and went into the bedroom contentedly.

Xiao Yue, who has never been sick for thousands of years and only pretended to be sick, got really sick this time, but the fever didn't go away after hanging a few bottles of water, so he was considered to have fallen ill.

When he woke up, he squatted on the sofa with drooping eyelids, shrunken like a shriveled red maple leaf in winter.

Cheng Xiaoye also took time to blow his nose with a piece of paper. Although his cold was not completely healed, seeing that Xiao Yue was much worse than himself, he felt a lot more balanced.

Xiao Yue watched Cheng Yang bring the noodles and several dishes to the table one after another, but didn't respond, and finally ate half a bowl of rice listlessly, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Cheng Xiaoye looked at his back, chewing slowly and suspiciously: "Isn't he exaggerating? He usually looks like a martial arts master, how come he has a fever and becomes so immature?"

Xiao Yue rolled his eyelids and glanced at him, with a half-hearted smile: "I wish you a happy birthday, little master!"

"Yeah." Cheng Ono nodded in a grandiose manner, and went straight to the point: "Where's the birthday present?"

"It's not a day or two since I've been poor, can you take it easy?"

"Then I want a collection of Jiang Chun's works, it's not expensive."

"Are you interested in his paintings?" Xiao Yue raised his strength and said contemptuously.

"My brother likes it."

"Didn't your brother worship Zhang Tianji?"

"Zhang Tianji is a contemporary painter. If you want to buy it, you can buy the original one. The minimum price is [-] yuan. Do you want to buy it?"

Xiao Yue chuckled: "You pretend I didn't ask."

"Then it's settled." Cheng Xiaoye said and went to serve the meal.

Xiao Yue rolled his body like a silkworm in the blanket, changed into a comfortable position, clicked on his phone and started searching: Zhang Tianji...

Zhang Tianji is currently the most influential artist in the traditional Chinese painting world. He is already in his seventies, and his output is getting less and less.

According to the Internet, he recently held an art exhibition in City A.

Xiao Yue glanced at the kitchen, saw no one came, and continued to search: how to make delicious noodles...

After hanging the water in the afternoon and coming back, Xiao Yue fell asleep again, and by the evening, his energy and energy had recovered.

So Cheng Yang hugged him an extra quilt, and drove him back to the living room to sleep.

Xiao Yue tried to bargain: "It's late autumn, there is no air conditioner in the living room, it's just better for me, it's freezing in the living room all night, what if I catch a cold or something?"

"Since when have you been so vulnerable?"

"I read the weather forecast: there will be heavy rain tonight, one autumn rain and one cool, and the temperature will drop sharply at night. Yang Yang," Xiao Yue immediately became "vulnerable": "I don't sleep well, and the small sofa is not as wide as my waist. As soon as I stretched my legs, the quilt fell off..."

Cheng Yang looked at Cheng Xiaoye, who immediately smiled and said, "Brother! You can sleep with me tonight!"

"How about this, are you going to sleep with Xiao Ye tonight?" Cheng Yang said back to Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue and Cheng Xiaoye looked at each other with expressions as if they had eaten a rotten melon at the same time, their enemies for many years had a tacit understanding: "I won't sleep with him!!"

Cheng Xiaoye hurriedly said: "Brother, I...I want to sleep with you."

"I used to sleep in your room, didn't you say you couldn't write? I was afraid of disturbing you."

"No, no, I can actually write it. You and I can sleep well."

Xiao Yue looked at Cheng Xiaoye with a strange expression.

Cheng Xiaoye simply lifted Xiao Yue away and sat beside Cheng Yang: "Let Xiao Yue sleep in your room from now on, and I will sleep with you from now on."

Xiao Yue was unhappy: "How about your brother sleeping with you?"

Cheng Xiaoye said: "You want to take care of it? Are you allowed to sleep or not?"

Cheng Yang, who was caught in the middle, had black lines on his face, why is it so awkward to hear this.

Xiao Yue squinted his eyes, he took a careful look at Cheng Xiaoye, a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes, he did not protect the treasure for the first time this time, facing Cheng Xiaoye's reaction, he did not "grab hard" for the time being .

In the evening, Cheng Yang read on the bed for a while, feeling his eyes were tired, so he took off his glasses and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

His lips were slightly pursed, the table lamp was shining on his handsome and gentle side face, his brows were slightly frowned, it was indescribably beautiful.

Cheng Xiaoye looked sideways, then quickly retracted his eyes again, he closed the computer, and finally couldn't write any more.

He lay down, and Cheng Yang asked, "Don't you write?"

Cheng Ono nodded.

Cheng Yang also closed the book and lay down, tucked the quilt on his shoulders for his younger brother, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Cheng Xiaoye couldn't sleep with his eyes wide open, he looked at the dark ceiling and even became careful about breathing.

Cheng Yang beside him breathed evenly, and Cheng Xiaoye moved closer to his arms, retracting his head into his chest with small movements, he felt the faint and warm bath fragrance in his brother's clothes, and slowly closed his eyes.

Cheng Yang didn't move, he was probably fast asleep.

Cheng Xiaoye pursed his lips, put his hand lightly on his brother's waist, and involuntarily clenched his clothes tightly, secretly clenched, as if he was really grasping something, he was both satisfied and lost in his heart.

"Brother..." he called softly.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yang replied heavily.

Cheng Xiaoye immediately withdrew his hand, panicked, turned his back to him: "No, it's nothing... I thought you fell asleep..."

"I'm about to fall asleep, did you hear you call me?"

"I didn't call you."

Cheng Yang let out another heavy "Oh", leaned towards Cheng Xiaoye sideways, and covered him with the quilt, feeling drowsy, and did not forget to ask: "Don't turn over and lift the quilt, you always catch cold like this... Go to bed now, you have to go to school tomorrow..."

The temperature of his brother against his back made Cheng Xiaoye feel guilty, he quickly got up and got out of bed, and said, "I...I'm going to the bathroom, I'm going!"

After speaking, he pulled on his slippers and went out.

He rushed into the toilet and closed the door, flushed his face with cold water, looked up at himself in the mirror, and said anxiously, how could he do this?Stop thinking about it!Can't go on like this!

He flushed his face again, and then calmed down.

But suddenly felt that his feet were a little soft, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything...

Seeing that Cheng Ono hadn't come back, Cheng Yang went to the toilet to look.

When I went outside the toilet, I found that the door was locked. I yelled twice, but nothing happened.

He was a little worried, so he quickly knocked on the door several times loudly, waking up Xiao Yue too.

Xiao Yue came out to look, rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Ye has not come out inside, I wonder if there is something wrong?"

Xiao Yue also came over and knocked a few times, shouting: "Xiaoye? Xiaoye, what are you doing in there?"

The door just opened, and Cheng Xiaoye stood inside the door leaning on the wall, his protruding face was a little pale.

Cheng Yang looked at it and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you, Xiao Ye?"

"It's okay... I'm a little dizzy, maybe I haven't recovered from the cold."

Xiao Yue quickly carried Cheng Xiaoye into the room, put him on the bed, Cheng Yang covered him with a quilt, Cheng Xiaoye half-opened his eyes with a tired face, and said: "I just want to sleep, it's fine."

Cheng Yang touched his face, still worried: "Is it really a cold?"

Cheng Ono nodded and closed his eyes.

Xiao Yue also comforted Cheng Yang: "It's okay, don't worry about it all the time, you should go to bed earlier."

Cheng Yang nodded, Xiao Yue left the house and returned to his room.

When he woke up the next day, Cheng Xiaoye had already gone to school.

For the first time, there was no one in Xiao Yue's room, and what was even more frightening was that the quilt on the bed was well spread, and the floor in the living room seemed to have been mopped, and it was extremely shiny.

Cheng Yang walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the lid of the pot: Dear Yang Yang - I made breakfast for you, eat it while it's hot.

To say that this strange incident of getting up early and cooking is placed on Cheng Ono, the credibility can still reach 40.00%, but looking at the address on the note, Cheng Ono can't call it out.

Xiao Yue had a fever, did he lose his temper?

With the spirit of exploration, Cheng Yang lifted the lid of the pot.

I saw a bowl of noodles made in the pot. Although the oily flakes looked a little too much, the scallions and vegetables were still tender, and there was a white, yellow and tender poached egg on top...

"It can't be takeaway, right?" Cheng Yang was a little surprised, after all, no one dared to expect Xiao Yue to be able to boil water.

Curious, he picked up a chopstick and took a sip. How about the feeling in the mouth?The stimulation immediately diffused from the taste buds, and Cheng Yang frowned immediately. He quickly spit out the face into the trash can, and then rinsed his mouth with water...

Salt is really more vicious than poison, it's so hard that people's tongues don't work!

This breakfast is left in vain, so I have to get up early to wash the pot by myself.

Cheng Yang had no choice but to wash the pot and make a new one.

After coming to the school, Cheng Yang started busy with the student union after class. Recently, the school asked to prepare a calligraphy and painting competition.

After holding a departmental meeting on division of labor, he was busy with the computer again.

At the end of the day, Xiao Yue never showed up.

Moreover, it was like this for several days in a row. When he got up in the morning, Xiao Yue was nowhere to be seen, and he was nowhere to be seen in the school, except that he smiled and said hello when he came back at night, then went into the bathroom to take a shower, and fell asleep when he came out of the house.

Cheng Yang returned home, but Xiao Ye hadn't come back yet. He looked at the living room, the floor was clean again, the kitchen stove was wiped shiny, and the quilt in the bedroom was still spread neatly.

But Xiao Yue is not here, so I don't know what he is busy these days?

The person who was dangling in front of him every day suddenly acted strangely to the point of indifference, and Cheng Yang was suddenly not used to it.

He wanted to make a phone call and ask Xiao Yue what he was doing?

However, will he say something like he is interested in him again?

Do you want to make this call?

Cheng Yang hesitated for 2 minutes, but still made the call.

The phone was connected, and Xiao Yue asked on the other end: "What's the matter, Yang Yang?"

"I... just want to ask you, why don't you go to school these days?"

Xiao Yue really smiled: "Look, I told you that you miss me!"

"Don't be glib, what are you doing?"

"Me?" Xiao Yue paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "I won't tell you, you'll know when the time comes! I'm busy, if you miss me, let's chat tonight?"

"I didn't say I wanted to chat with you. I'm busy too, so I hung up." Cheng Yang quickly hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Xiao Yue came back.

Seeing Cheng Yang sitting on the sofa watching TV, he smiled and said, "Wait for me?"

Cheng Yang glanced back at him after hearing this: "I didn't wait for you."

"At this time every night, don't you go to bed and read a book to get ready for bed? Why are you sitting in the living room watching TV today?"

Cheng Yang didn't continue this topic with him, and asked, "What have you been up to recently?"

Xiao Yue changed his slippers and came over, sat down beside him, put his arms on the back of the sofa behind his neck, and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about this, let's chat?"

Seeing that he was trying to hide it, Cheng Yang didn't continue to ask, and said: "It's getting late, if you have time to spare, go take a shower and go to sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

Cheng Yang got out of his arms and stood up, ready to leave, Xiao Yue took his hand again and pulled him back.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you say?"

"I warn you... don't touch your hands."

Xiao Yue looked aggrieved: "Have I become an obscene/devil in your heart? I just want to make an appointment with you. Zhang Tianji will have an art exhibition in City A the day after tomorrow. Would you like to go and see it with me? It just so happens that we will come back too." Come see our grandpa?"

Cheng Yang pushed him away speechlessly: "Don't call my grandpa one by one, that's my grandpa."

"Yes, our grandfather is your grandfather."

"..."

"Will you go to the exhibition?"

"I'll go by myself, you don't need to accompany me."

Xiao Yue thought about it distressedly, then nodded: "Okay, you go, I'm not really interested."

The next day, Cheng Yang took two days off from the school and went back to City A, intending to stay in his hometown for another day after watching the art exhibition.In this way, if you don’t rush the time, you can still spend time with your family.

Zhang Tianji's painting exhibition was held in the largest art gallery in City A.

Although it was raining that day, there were still a lot of people visiting the exhibition. Due to the traffic jam in the rainy day, when Cheng Yang arrived, the opening ceremony had already ended.

He entered the arena with the crowd, looked at each exhibition area, and when he was concentrating on a painting, he suddenly had a hand on his shoulder.

Looking back, it was actually Xiao Yue.

"There are too many people, I have been looking for you for more than an hour!" Xiao Yue said with a grin, and patted him on the shoulder: "But my family is so handsome, a group of people are stuck in this exhibition area. I got you."