Wu Xie didn't care about his reaction, tilted his head and whispered, "Then I'll be the same as before, let's call you little brother." ”

Wu Xie looked at the little brother blankly, but his gaze passed through him and landed on a mirror behind him, his eyes were very blank.

"My name is Zhang Qilin." The young man said lightly.

"Hmm." Wu Xie responded. His eyes didn't take back, he was a little dazed and a little melancholy, Zhang Qilin couldn't read him, but it didn't prevent him from letting go of him from the first meeting.

"Wu Xie." Zhang Qilin called.

"Little brother?" Wu Xie's gaze fell on Zhang Qilin, stretched out his arms, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Zhang Qilin understood, walked over, gently hugged him, helped him up, and whispered in his ear: "Did you hit the wound just now, or let's go to the hospital to have a look." ”

Wu Xie waved his hand, leaned on Zhang Qilin, and snuggled quietly like this.

Zhang Qilin didn't dare to move, his body was a little unnaturally stiff, he just patted Wu Xie's shoulder gently.

"Little brother, how old are you this year?" Wu Xie muttered.

“22。” Zhang Qilin should arrive.

"22 ah." Wu Xie was a little melancholy, casually pulling his own face, he is thirty-eight years old, since the twenty-eighth year when the stuffy oil bottle left him, in the past ten years, he has never relaxed himself for a day, however, this time they met again and came to him, he still looked the same as when he left, and even his fair skin with this immature hairstyle, if he was paired with a college uniform, some people would believe him seventeen, eighteen or nine?

Zhang Qilin looked at Wu Xie with some confusion, took his hand and said, "Don't pull, it hurts." ”

Poof, Wu Xie seems to have heard the funniest joke in the world. Slowly he couldn't laugh anymore, and could only grin.

Zhang Qilin frowned at him slightly, slowly helped him lie back on the bed, gently covered him with the quilt and said, "It's not suitable for you to walk around now." ”

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qilin's serious appearance and nodded obediently.

"I'll cook tomorrow." Zhang Qilin said categorically.

Wu Xie looked at him as he should be, remembering the first day he woke up, watching him fry the shredded potatoes with bubbles, and instantly petrified. I really don't know how he has lived alone all these years.

Zhang Qilin looked at Wu Xie's tangled expression, and knew that he must have remembered the failed work, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and subconsciously looked up at the sky and pretended not to know anything, but the reddish color of his cheeks betrayed his true feelings in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Wu Xie said with a smile.

Zhang Qilin nodded first, shook his head, and was silent.

"Little brother, have you thought about changing jobs?" Wu Xie changed the subject and asked.

Zhang Qilin was stunned for a moment, he had never thought about it, although this job was very hard, it was enough for him to have food and clothing, a place to sleep, and a place to eat.

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qilin's expressionless appearance, and thought that he had always been a person who had no desires and no desires when he encountered. Only this time, he really didn't have a good time.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Qilin said ashamedly.

"I didn't mean that." Wu Xie hurriedly explained.

Zhang Qilin shook his head: "Rest early, call me if you have something, I've always been there." ”

Wu Xie opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Zhang Qilin casually pulled out two cotton coats from the collapse and spread them on the ground, turned off the lights, and lay down.