Chu Xuan went downstairs, stretched out his little hand and picked up the new bowl of hot porridge on the table.
"Xiao Xuan, are you going to bring the porridge upstairs? I'll do it, it won't be good for you to burn it." Lingzi saw that Chu Xuan was about to turn upstairs, and hurriedly stopped him.
The baby's skin and tender meat, plus the porridge is just coming out, it may be a bit hot.
Chu Xuan shook his head, returning with a lovely smile, "It's okay, it's not hot." After the words fell, Chu Xuan turned and left the living room.
Ding Xiaohui drank all the porridge in the bowl, and blinked in surprise when he saw that Chu Xuan was about to bring the porridge to the boy in black.
It turns out that the two brothers are in a good relationship.
Because his hands are small, he can only hold the bowl with both hands. The wall of the bowl is a little hot, but the heat is tolerable. Chu Xuan was afraid that the porridge would splash to the edge when he walked in a hurry, and he watched the stairs slowly going up from time to time.
.Pushing the door open, Chu Xuan walked to the bed with short legs, and saw that Yan Mengsheng had already ran to the bed, leaning against the head of the bed like a sick child, his face had not recovered.
For the first time, Yan Mengsheng, who has always shown people with a cold face, feels so weak that it will dissipate as soon as the wind blows.
Chu Xuan felt the lazy gaze that Yan Mengsheng threw at him. The gaze fell on him and he didn't look away. He put the porridge bowl on the cabinet next to him, and then stared at the cabinet for a while. .
Has the position of the cabinet moved?
Chu Xuan looked at the cabinet for two seconds in deep thought, then looked at Yan Mengsheng, who was more like a patient on the bed than a patient, and probably read it wrong.
Yan Mengsheng saw that Chu Xuan's attention was not on his side, all on the cabinet, and found a sense of presence for himself. He coughed twice, coughing like that.
.Chu Xuan: "..." Brother, you hurt your hand.
Chu Xuan wanted to vomit, but in order not to make the "patient" in front of him unhappy, he swallowed the words in his stomach.
"Don't look at the cabinet, look at me." Yan Mengsheng narrowed his frail eyes, but the voice sounded not faint at all, but rather energetic.
Chu Xuan let out an unsalty "Oh", before stirring the porridge with a spoon, his eyes slightly peeked out to look at the teenager lying on the bed, and asked softly: "Brother, I feel that you are not that weak anymore, it seems that you are much better. , You should be able to drink porridge by yourself, right?"
"I'm imaginary."
But the voice is so firm and full of confidence.
Chu Xuan: "???"
Chu Xuan raised his eyes to look at him in disbelief.
"..."
.At first, he would feel unwell, but now it looks like he is pretending to be bullying and letting himself serve him, and then he can't dismantle this eldest brother.
Chu Xuan stretched out his fleshy right hand and stirred the porridge again and again. Nothing could be seen on the red face, only the movement of stirring the porridge gradually increased.
Yan Mengsheng hugged his arms, smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up. He could clearly see Chu Xuan's small movements deliberately after eating.
Hiddenly poking the bulging cheek, you can faintly see the gnashing teeth inside, the grape-like eyes hanging down with breath, and the long and dense eyelashes trembling gently, like a doll.
The more Yan Mengsheng looked at Chu Xuan like this, the more interesting he felt, and finally the interest even appeared on his face.
.Chu Xuan stirred it twice, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and a few small yellow radishes lay quietly among the milky white rice, exquisite and attractive.
He handed the spoon to Yan Mengsheng.
Yan Mengsheng first glanced at the porridge on the spoon, and then at Chu Xuan's dry smirk, as if thinking about something, but at the end he didn’t say anything. The corners of his lips were cocked, and his lips opened slightly. He put the porridge in the spoon. Squeeze it into the mouth, tasting it for a few times, and then slid the Adam's apple twice and ate it in the stomach.
Finally, he pursed the corners of his mouth with aftertaste.
When Yan Mengsheng drank the porridge just now, his eyebrows were drooping, and after taking a sip, he still savoured carefully. The whole person looked perverse and gentle. Chu Xuan felt that Yan Mengsheng at this time was like a normal teenager. Look and action.
"Isn't it hot?" Chu Xuan said softly, seeing that he was not shouting hot.
"I'm finished drinking it or not.".Yan Mengsheng answered with a clear voice and looked at Chu Xuan at each other.
Chu Xuan: "..." Letting the person in front of you speak human words is a life science issue worth pondering.
Seeing that Chu Xuan's white face was turned into a matte peach look with anger, Yan Mengsheng put away his teasing playfulness, and he was afraid that Chu Xuan would be blown up after a little bit of teasing.
Just when Yan Mengsheng thought that Chu Xuan would endure the food and not say anything, he suddenly heard the voice of milk and milk.
"Brother would tell me earlier if he wanted me to try it. Maybe the food after I tasted it would be better?"
When you should be shameless, then you have to be shameless, talk to people when you see people, talk nonsense to ghosts, and talk inhuman words when you see Yan Mengsheng.
.Yan Mengsheng looked up and down at the child in front of him. He was stunned for three seconds, and he was choked for a while, his dark eyes rolled slightly in his eye sockets, and he still didn't figure out how to return to Chu Xuan's words after thinking about it for a long time.
Can't continue to look at Chu Xuan stupidly, Yan Mengsheng curled his eyebrows, and said, "The porridge is cold for a while."
Chu Xuan smiled triumphantly.
In the end, Yan Mengsheng drank half a bowl, and then yelled that he stopped drinking after catching a cold. Chu Xuan glanced at the time, and it was time to go to bed.
"Since I'm finished drinking, brother, take a good rest, and I'll go back to sleep." Chu Xuan held the porridge bowl in his left hand. The milky white fleshy hand was much whiter than the white porcelain spoon, and he touched the sharp in his pocket with his right hand. The item was relieved when the item was still there.
"Yeah." Yan Mengsheng replied casually.
.When Chu Xuan walked to the door, he was stopped by the cold and indifferent voice behind him.
"Jiang Xuan."
Um? Chu Xuan took a step forward before he realized that he was calling him. He turned around and looked at the young man who had recovered some expression on the bed.
Chu Xuan waited for his next words.
The boy's red lips closed together, "I want to hear those two words."
Those two words? Chu Xuan thought for a while, and suddenly realized "Ah", his eyes bend, and his right index finger and thumb pinched to compare the shape of a heart.
"Better than the heart." The milky voice is sweet and makes people feel tender and tender feelings of pity.
Yan Mengsheng pursed the corners of his lips and said softly, "Not this."
."It's not this..." Chu Xuan's beautiful eyes rolled around in his eye sockets, and suddenly he thought of the two words Yan Mengsheng had said. The flaps of the lips rose with a smile: "Good night."
The boy's eyebrows were soft, and the corners of his mouth raised a very shallow arc.
"Good night."
After hearing Yan Mengsheng's cold and gentle voice, Chu Xuan opened the door and left Yan Mengsheng's room.
Chu Xuan went downstairs and put the porridge bowl on the dining table in the living room. He touched the sharp object in his pocket with his right hand. He darkened his heart and took the sharp object out of his pocket. There was still dried blood on it. It was shocking and trembling to look at.
If people who don't know see this thing, they might think it was a murder weapon at the scene of the murder.
.Chu Xuan's brows were pulled together. Yan Mengsheng's bipolar disorder did not get better in a short while, and his self-harm behavior was too serious. Now he can only do his best to help him relieve his bipolar disorder.
Chu Xuan wrapped the sharp objects in paper, put them in a bag and threw them into the trash can. He looked at the dry blood on his hands, and his heart still couldn't help but tremble.
He felt more and more that Yan Mengsheng should be worth living a better life instead of being immersed in the shadow of pain and depression.
Perhaps his real task is not to prevent the villain Yan Mengsheng from turning black and to restore a series of tragedies, but...
Redeem him--
...
Chu Xuan changed into a cute little orange cat's pajamas and came down to wash.
.At this time, Yan Mengsheng came out of the washroom. The tips of her soft black hair were soaked with water, the tips of her hair were a little messy, and there were still faint water marks on her face. The thin lips were also lightly stained with water, and the whole person looked gentle and harmless.
He went straight upstairs, Chu Xuan walked into the bathroom, picked up his cute blue bunny toothbrush in his right hand, filled the toothbrush with water in his left hand, squeezed the children's toothpaste and started brushing his teeth.
The mirror in front of him illuminates his lovely face.
Brush on the left, brush on the right, brush up and down in the middle, brush with the small tongue...
At this time Ding Xiaohui also came over to wash. There is enough space in the washroom, and there is a washstand on the other side.
.As soon as he came in, he went to Chu Xuan who was brushing his teeth. Ding Xiaohui walked to another sink, first washed his hands, and looked at Chu Xuan in the mirror, "I still want to know how old you are, how can you get a high school problem? ?"
After Chu Xuan rinsed his mouth, he wet his hands and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said nonsense solemnly: "When I was bored, I watched some online classes."
Ding Xiaohui was dumbfounded, just... just look at it and it will be so thorough?
The little genius is by my side...
Chu Xuan turned on the faucet, and the pink little hand followed the clear and clean water to his face. The exquisite pink little face was filled with water, white as if it had passed the light, and it became more and more lovely.
He jumped off the stool, and there was a cute little tail on his pajamas. When he moved the stool, the little orange tail also twisted and twisted. It was so cute that it exploded.
."Take a rest early, and finally take a two-day vacation." The milky voice said in a very mature accent.
"Um... good."
Know high school students better than a high school student of him. Ding Xiaohui still found it incredible, looking at Chu Xuan who was out of the bathroom, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
...
The white-clothed boy leaned his chin with one hand, Ruifeng's eyes were lazily open, and his fingertips drew circles on the table, circle after circle.
His expression looked lacklustre, but his eyes shone implicitly.
"Yan Mengsheng, Jiang Xuan..." the young man whispered, and at the same time an indifferent arc rose from the corner of his mouth.
"If I didn't remember it wrong, that would be interesting."
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