Zhen Xiaoqi sat on the back seat of Qiong Dafang's electric scooter, hugged both hands around Dafang's waist, and put his face on Dafang's back, and asked him in a low mood, "Do you think I'm stingy?"

Qiong Dafang rolled his eyes secretly and yelled in his heart, "Of course! What do you think? Zhen Xiaoqi, you should come to your senses!"

But the words that came out of his mouth were, "No, you are just more frugal and don't like to waste."

Zhen Xiaoqi didn't seem to hear it, so he leaned against Dafang's back and stopped talking.

Reaching the supermarket, Qiong Dafang parked the scooter and realized the timing which Zhen Xiaoqi has been silent was too long. He turned his head and tried to look at Zhen Xiaoqi who was leaning on his back.

"Xiaoqi? Xiaoqi?"

Zhen Xiaoqi didn't reply, so Qiong Dafang was a bit anxious. He reached his hands behind, groped for Zhen Xiaoqi's face, but was caught by Zhen Xiaoqi.

Zhen Xiaoqi raised one hand and placed it against the back of Qiong Dafang's head to prevent him from turning around. Holding one of Qiong Dafang's hand in one hand, he coughed lightly twice behind Qiong Dafang's back and whispered, "Dafang, you are a good person."

The crowd at the supermarket was bustling and streamless. Electric scooters and private cars came and went, pa.s.sing by them, but Qiong Dafang only felt that the surroundings were quiet for this moment. Only Zhen Xiaoqi's small voice stayed in his heart. This was Zhen Xiaoqi's unique way of acting spoilt.

For more than ten years, whenever he felt why was there such an annoying person like Zhen Xiaoqi in this world, Zhen Xiaoqi would be like this, using such a method. He would weakly say, "You are a good person" as though he had gotten very hurt and it did not matter if others left as long Qiong Dafang was the only one who remained.

But the feeling of being relied on for only a moment. In the next second, Zhen Xiaoqi released him, jumped off the electric scooter happily, took out a crumpled flyer from his pocket, and showed it to Qiong Dafang: "After 6pm, the roasted chicken would only cost 9.90! You hurry up, I must grab it today!"

Zhen Xiaoqi kept pointing at the flyer, full of ambition, "I have to buy this, this and this! Have to buy all!"

The dim tender feeling in Qiong Dafang's heart felt as though at that moment it was blown away to the seas. He looked at Zhen Xiaoqi's bright eyes and couldn't help but reach out and squeezed his cheeks that were flushed with excitement, "I know la!"

When the scent of food in the supermarket waffed to his face, Qiong Dafang painfully found that his stomach that had been empty the whole day was churning frantically at this moment. It felt as though there was a hand pulling at all his internal organs.

As Qiong Dafang was struggling with hunger and was preventing himself from drooling, Zhen Xiaoqi had already pushed the shopping cart like a soldier going to war into the area with fresh foods. Discounted radishes, specially priced vegetables, and cheap cakes. Of course, he also got the special discounted roast chicken he desired.

Qiong Dafang followed beside Zhen Xiaoqi, eyes staring greedily at the delicious food he took, quietly asking. "Are you done? Are you done?"

Zhen Xiaoqi completely ignored him. He stopped in the seasoning aisle, picked up two bottles of soy sauce, and compared them carefully. The unit price, the weight count, the discount strength. He hesitated a little while muttering.

Qiong Dafang could not stand it anymore. He was about to faint. He s.n.a.t.c.hed the two bottles of soy sauce from Zhen Xiaoqi's hands. Without even looking, he took one and placed it in the shopping cart.

He held Zhen Xiaoqi's shoulder and looked at him seriously. "Xiaoqi, although I think you are very good and there is nothing wrong with you, but you also said that there are always people who say that you are stingy, then shouldn't you make some small changes?" He pointed to the shopping cart." Just buying a bottle of soy sauce, there is no need to compare. "

Zhen Xiaoqi hesitated to look at the shelves, and finally nodded reluctantly. "Then alright, just ... just this then…"

They checked out, carried the recycled bags that Zhen Xiaoqi brought with him, hung them on electric scooter and headed to Zhen Xiaoqi's house.

Halfway through their journey, Zhen Xiaoqi tugged on the hem Qiong Dafang's s.h.i.+rt."Dafang… Dafang.."

Qiong Dafang moved to the side of the curb and stopped. He turned to look at Zhen Xiaoqi and saw that person's expression face was one of heartache

"I feel that, that bottle of soy sauce was too expensive…"

Qiong Dafang stared into his eyes for a second and in the end, lowered his head miserably, surrendering to Zhen Xiaoqi this great devil. "We will go exchange it now okay?"

Zhen Xiaoqi's face lit up instantly. He hugged Qiong Dafang's waist and happily shouted. "Dafang, you are the best!"

Qiong Dafang manipulated his hollow body and made the scooter turn its direction.

That's right, that's right. I am the best, that is why I can't handle you.

Qiong Dafang listened to Zhen Xiaoqi's loud laughter all the way and could not help but smile.

By the time Qiong Dafang helped Zhen Xiaoqi to carry the items to the 6th floor, his legs were shaking.

As soon as Zhen Xiaoqi opened the door, he rushed in and laid on the sofa, and refused to move anymore.

"So tired, so tired, why did you buy such an such an old house without an elevator?" Qiong Dafang was tired and hungry, and he laid there, spreading his limbs out, like a frog exposed to the sun, felt like he was about to die.

"Cheap." Zhen Xiaoqi's answer was casual. He took out the items bought and sorted them into what can be stored for a few days and what will be eaten immediately.

Qiong Dafang saw his slow ways and finally could not care about his face anymore. He slipped off the sofa, crouched down beside Zhen Xiaoqi, and begged madly,

"Xiaoqi, I am really hungry, hurry up and have dinner please? "

Only then did Zhen Xiaoqi find out that Qiong Dafang was acting weird. Today, Qiong Dafang was not as energetic as usual. He asked suspiciously, "Did you not have lunch?"

"Not just lunch, I did not eat the entire day." Qiong Dafang admittedly. "I ran out of money, remember?"

"If you don't have money, don't know how to ask from someone to borrow a bit first? Usually you would treat this person for dinner, that person tea. Why doesn't anyone help you when you are in trouble?" Zhen Xiaoqi's face sank and his lips moved, and held back what he wanted to say.

Zhen Xiaoqi walked away without a word, and Qiong Dafang cried in his heart, and he didn't how he offended Zhen Xiaoqi again.

After a while, Zhen Xiaoqi brought out the steaming tea cup. "You drink some water first, I'll cook dinner, and it will be done soon."

Qiong Dafang swallowed a mouthful. Hm, it was sweet sugar water. He happily drank it all, and no longer felt his eyes were blurry and his legs were no longer aching.

Qiong Dafang comfortably laid on the sofa. The sound of pots and pans moving came from the kitchen, and the gla.s.s part.i.tion was quickly filled with water vapor, so that he could only see a blurry figure of Zhen Xiaoqi.

With a bright and warm room and the jingling sounds from the kitchen, Qiong Dafang rest his hands behind his head, feeling that everything was just right.

Very quickly, Zhen Xiaoqi brought the dishes out, roasted chicken heated in the microwave oven, and simple vegetable noodle soup, making Qiong Dafang get up right away.

Qiong Dafang did not say a word as he took the chopsticks and bowl, and started gobbling. After eating a few bites, he found a poached egg below the noodles.

He looked up at Zhen Xiaoqi, who was different from him and was eating slowly. Seeing Qiong Dafang look up, Zhen Xiaoqi didn't forget to tell him, "Slow down, I'll make more for you if you finish it."

Qiong Dafang felt his heart warmed up. He bowed his head slurped the noodles in large mouthfuls, feeling that this was how happiness should feel like.

He didn't dare to let himself think further. He opened his mouth to break the silence in the room. "Xiaoqi, your culinary skill is so good. The noodles you cooked is so delicious!"

Zhen Xiaoqi unceremoniously rolled his eyes. "It is because you are hungry. Don't be too happy, ten yuan for a meal. I will count it to your current debt first, you need to pay it back."

The gentle atmosphere immediately disappeared. Qiong Dafang heard that and felt relieved, ignoring the little sense of loss he felt in his heart. He grinned and promised." Then you remember it well, don't forget to ask it back from me!"

After dinner, Qiong Dafang was like a young master, lazing on the sofa, his eyes lazily watching Zhen Xiaoqi busily cleaning up the dining table.

By the time Zhen Xiaoqi finished was.h.i.+ng the dishes, and Qiong Dafang's head was tilted, and he had fallen asleep.

Zhen Xiaoqi angrily walked over, wanting to wake the lazy guy up, but when his hand touched Qiong Dafang, he gently put it down.

He stood a short distance away, looked at Qiong Dafang with a complex expression. This guy who didn't take himself as an outsider slept well and sound.

When Qiong Dafang didn't talk, he did look a bit handsome. With the side of his head tilted, it squeezed out a double chin that he never had, making him look soft and funny.

Before Zhen Xiaoqi realised, his hand had already stretched out, the icy fingertips touched lightly, and bounced off like it had been electrocuted.

It's fun as it felt soft. He couldn't help laughing for a moment, but immediately as if scared by himself, took two steps back in horror, and fled back to his bedroom.

Zhen Xiaoqi was sitting at his desk in the bedroom, both his hands holding his head. He felt a little frustrated. This frustration occasionally came after he reached adulthood, giving him a slap in the face when he was uncertain.

For example, tonight.

He took out a book from the desk drawer, which was an old exercise book. He was used to collecting various books that others didn't want, and used them to write and draw.

He opened the book. The last line on the last page was "43. Han Bai", and a thick black line was drawn on it.

Zhen Xiaoqi did not stay on this page much longer. He turned to the first page and looked at the only one line on this page, but it was completely unclear what was originally written.

This line of words has been heavily drawn with a black pen. The person who drew it must have had a great deal of determination. The handwriting had seeped through the back of the paper as though wanting to destroy the line of words.

Zhen Xiaoqi stared at this page and lingered for a long time. When those turmoil of emotions slowly calmed down in his heart and settled at the bottom of his heart, he pressed his eyelids gently.

His eyes felt somewhat aching and there are too many reports to be done recently. He planned to use his medical insurance card tomorrow and go to the pharmacy to get some eye drops.

Zhen Xiaoqi took a quilt out of the cabinet and gently covered Qiong Dafang who was lying on the sofa.

He paced in the living room feeling conflicted. He finally gritted his teeth and turned on the air conditioning unit. After turning on the AC, Zhen Xiaoqi returned to his bedroom. Within a few minutes, he came out again, walked gently to the porch, and opened the meter box.

Looking at the flying meter, Zhen Xiaoqi's face fell. He held his chest, leaned against the wall and gasped for a few breaths, only to close the meter box with heartache.

Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss. Zhen Xiaoqi hypnotized himself. But when he pa.s.sed the sofa, he still couldn't hold back, and glared fiercely at Qiong Dafang who fell asleep, and mouthed "pig".

He put his right hand in his pocket, as if holding something. Hesitating for a few seconds, he walked lightly to the sofa, picked up the pig's coat, and stuffed a red yuan note into his pocket.

Dafang was so hungry but he still accompanied him to go back and exchange that bottle of soy sauce. He is such a good person.

Zhen Xiaoqi felt heartache yet at the same time, he felt soft.

T/n: This chapter was sweet :> to me!