Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 49
Both of them had great arm strength, and it didn’t take long for the bed boards to be put together. Li Xun then placed a thin mattress on top.
Song Yang thought the cushion was not soft enough and wanted to buy another set online.
Li Xun’s occupational disease came to the fore, and he blurted out: “If your waist is not in good condition, you have to sleep on a hard bed. Sleeping on a soft mattress will only make it more sore the more you sleep.”
Song Yang’s eyes widened like bells. He never remembered when he had shared his bad back with Li Xun. For a man, having a bad back was a great shame for him.
He stiffened his neck and looked at people with his nose up: “Who told you that my waist is not good?!”
Li Xun opened his mouth, but was stuck.
He couldn’t say that he overheard it while hiding behind a tree, but the atmosphere had become so tense that he could only pass the buck.
“I forgot, maybe I heard it from your mother…”
Song Yang frowned. His parents knew about his lumbar muscle strain, but as a man, he couldn’t lose face on the first day of living together, right? How could they communicate further in the future?
He pretended to be calm and shook off the quilt: “She’s talking nonsense, my waist is fine, everything about me is fine.”
“Oh——” Li Xun smiled and changed the subject considerately: “Then should I buy you a bed curtain to cover it?”
Song Yang refused without even thinking about it.
“Why?” Li Xun raised his eyebrows, “Didn’t you always use bed curtains in your school dormitory?”
Song Yang puffed up his cheeks and thought to himself, who would sleep in the same room with his idol and press the curtain?
What are you thinking about?
It’s good enough that I don’t climb into your bed in the middle of the night.
However, he couldn’t let his image as a good disciple be ruined, so he answered politely, “I won’t hide anything from you.”
They made the bed together and then went about their separate business.
Li Xun left the desk to Song Yang and moved to the living room to work. Song Yang shook out his clothes one by one and hung them in the closet.
He used to hate doing housework, but when his clothes were mixed with Li Xun’s and filled the closet, his chest was filled with an indescribable wonderful emotion.
The clothes were gradually stained with the scent of Li Xun.
He thought that it would be difficult to find anything more healing in the world than this.
The afternoon time should be reserved for studying. Song Yang took out the tablet and stand from his bag. When he touched a hard box, he suddenly remembered that there was a package that had not been opened.
His curiosity was aroused by the three words “school supplies” on the delivery note, but based on his understanding, Zhou Junlin would not send such a serious gift. It would either be a prank toy or something embarrassing.
He still remembered that one time when Jiang Luo was celebrating his birthday in his hometown, Zhou Junlin sent him a box of condoms, and Jiang Luo was almost beaten to death by his mother.
Song Yang glanced at the living room and saw Li Xun was quiet.
He made a cut with his key.
The pure black packaging box is very simple, but a bit heavy to the touch, with a few lines of large gold-plated letters printed on the lid.
Song Yang only caught a glimpse of the words “vibration” and “massage”, and immediately covered it, sealed the express box, and looked for a hiding place for it with a blushing face.
The whole house was so small and he didn’t dare go to the living room. He wandered around the bedroom like a headless fly. The closet and bathroom wouldn’t work, and if he hid under the air conditioner’s outer box, it would easily get wet in the rain.
You can’t carry this thing with you every day, it’s too scary.
Finally, he lifted the bed sheet and took a look. It was high enough and there was nothing underneath. There was a thick layer of dust underneath. It was obvious that Li Xun didn’t know how to clean under the bed.
He stuck his butt out, pushed the express box into the corner where dust was most likely to accumulate, and stood up and clapped his hands.
The sunlight in the living room silently changed its angle, from dazzling to soft, and finally went into the corner and disappeared. The novelty of moving was completely worn away by the boring textbooks.
Song Yang looked up from the pile of books, stretched, rubbed his sore eyes, and observed a small plant on the table. It was different from the plants he had seen before. It was not hydroponically grown, nor was it soil-grown. Instead, it was heavily covered in green pure sphagnum moss, with translucent flowers that looked like little white rabbits blooming on the slender flower stems.
He remembered that he had seen it on Li Xun’s Weibo before. The flowerpot was still the same, but the little white rabbit had grown out of the pot, which was very healing to look at.
The hot water in the kitchen is boiling.
Li Xun rinsed the glass, threw in a slice of lemon and two pieces of rock sugar, scooped some passion fruit and honey into it, and then stirred the honey and rock sugar with warm water until they dissolved. The natural fruity fragrance floated in the air.
Song Yang walked up to him and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Make something to drink.” Li Xun asked, “Do you have a cup? I’ll make you one, too.”
Song Yang shook his head. His cup was accidentally broken a few days ago and he had forgotten to buy a new one.
“Want to try it?”
“Um!”
Song Yang stretched out his hands and was about to take it, but Li Xun raised his arm holding the cup and grinned, “Call me daddy.”
“…”
But in the end, Song Yang still tasted it. It was sour, sweet, refreshing and delicious. His eyes widened: “It tastes good! How did you make it?”
“Just add something and stir it.” Li Xun also took a big sip, “When the weather gets warmer, iced grapefruit lemon tea will taste better. Grapefruit and passion fruit are both very versatile.”
“Okay, then wait until the weather gets warmer and I’ll buy some grapefruit and you can make it for me,” said Song Yang.
Li Xun raised his eyebrows and took advantage of the topic to make a comment: “What is our relationship? How dare you order me around?”
Song Yang curled his lips and thought for a while: “Then call me when you make it, and when I learn it, I will make it for you in the future.”
Li Xun was helpless: “Okay.”
At dinner, they played rock-paper-scissors to decide the winner. Song Yang lost and had to cook, while Li Xun was responsible for washing the dishes.
Song Yang seldom cooks at home, and his best dish is fried rice and instant noodles. For this reason, he downloaded an app in advance and searched for some of the simplest quick dishes, including prawns in tomato sauce, tomato and eggs, and beef tenderloin with green peppers.
However, he didn’t grasp the “amount” of “appropriate amount” and the “stew” of “slow simmer”, and ended up failing miserably.
Li Xun stared at the three dishes on the table and was speechless.
Green pepper beef fillet, a black pot, he couldn’t tell which was the green pepper and which was the beef fillet; the shrimps in tomato sauce didn’t have their tentacles cut off, let alone the delicate work of removing the intestines. The tomato-colored soup in the picture was boiled into coffee color by Song Yang, and he even smelled a hint of caramel; tomato and egg was the only dish that looked normal, but the egg was sweet. Song Yang mistook fine sugar for salt and added two tablespoons…
The moment the food came out of the pot, Song Yang knew that the taste of these dishes was probably not very good, but this was his first time cooking, so he had a bit of a filter. After taking a few bites, he even thought it was okay, especially the green pepper beef tenderloin, in which he tasted the flavor of grassland dried beef.
“Master, try this meat. It’s very fragrant.”
Li Xun picked up a beef fillet, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, but couldn’t bite it off and it was still a little stuck in his teeth. He guessed that the taste of a pee-grip stick was about the same. Finally, he drank half a cup of water and swallowed the thing down his throat like swallowing medicine.
Song Yang also asked: “Is it delicious?”
“……”It’s better to swallow the medicine.
However, Li Xun didn’t want to discourage the child’s enthusiasm for cooking, so he smiled against his will: “It’s pretty good that you can make it like this for the first time. There is still some room for improvement.”
Song Yang thoughtfully added more food for him: “Then eat more.”
Li Xun: “……………………” Can he say that he is full?
The aftereffect of this meal was quite strong. Li Xun collapsed on the sofa, unable to move. The rice was also cooked by Song Yang, but not enough water was added, so the top layer was hard. He felt that what he ate was not rice at all, but stones. Those stones blocked his stomach and intestines, and he could neither go up nor down.
He dug out a medicine box that hadn’t been used for a long time.
Fortunately, the stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets have not expired.
Song Yang asked: “Do you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?”
Li Xun asked back: “Is your stomach feeling comfortable?”
They each took three pills, chewed the last plate of digestive tablets, leaned back at the same time, fell into the sofa, rubbed their bellies, and sighed deeply.
Song Yang stared at the ceiling: “Master… do you think we will be constipated?”
Li Xun: “Shut up.”
After digesting most of what he had learned, Li Xun took out a thick booklet from the drawer. It recorded all the training methods he had learned from the day he joined the national team to the day he left.
The athletes’ physical fitness, concentration, technology and psychological qualities are different, so the schedules he makes for the players are also different.
Song Yang’s shortcomings do not lie in his technical movements or level of effort, but in his physical and mental strength, as well as his lack of concentration and control of time due to pre-match nervousness.
There are many ways of psychological control. Li Xun took off his watch and asked Song Yang to stare at the second hand.
He didn’t tell me anything beforehand. Song Yang looked at it for about ten seconds and then turned around and asked, “What’s there to see?”
Li Xun didn’t explain, but said: “No matter what happens, don’t take your eyes off it.”
Song Yang followed his instructions and persisted for half a minute. When Li Xun stood up and walked towards the entrance, he immediately stretched his neck and asked, “Where are you going?”
Li Xun: “…”
He realized that Song Yang’s attention was never fully focused. Even when he was staring at the second hand, his peripheral vision was still paying attention to his surroundings.
Once you arrive at the competition venue, it is easy to be distracted by the sounds around you.
This can’t go on.
Li Xun turned around and walked back to the living room, sat down aggressively, and ordered: “From now on, you stare at an object that interests you and observe its details. Just look at it quietly and don’t divert your attention. Can you do it?”
Song Yang suddenly realized what was going on and regretted his poor performance. His eyes wandered around the room and finally fell back on Li Xun’s heroic eyes. His small reflection was reflected in his bright pupils.
Song Yang asked softly: “Can I observe you? I think I can observe you for a day.”
Li Xun was delighted, but suddenly remembered that the acne scar on his eyebrow had not completely disappeared: “No! Change your target.”
“Are you shy?”
“Bullshit.” Li Xun rested his hands on his thighs and said boldly, “Come on, whoever looks away or laughs first will be the other’s dog.”
“You’re too cruel!” Having said that, Song Yang still crossed his legs with great anticipation and faced Li Xun.
Li Xun also sat in the same posture and pressed the timer. The picture was as still as the poster on the wall.
Song Yang blinked, took a deep breath, and described the other person’s facial features unscrupulously. Li Xun’s eye shape did not conform to the popular aesthetic trend. He had shallow double eyelids and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly. When he was not smiling, he did not look friendly at all.
Song Yang was always frightened by this look in the past, and thought that he was cold and difficult to get along with.
It was not until I saw them curved into a crescent shape that I realized he was a gentle person. His gentleness did not refer to his good temper and unlimited tolerance, but the comfort accumulated from countless details, rationality, patience, moderate tolerance, and a strong and calm heart.
In the beginning, Song Yang was attracted by the championship halo of Li Xun and kept getting closer to him. Now, he is deeply attracted by these lifelike details.
He thought that he would never meet another Li Xun in his life, and certainly would never meet another coach who doted on him as much as he did.
“I noticed…” Li Xun approached him and whispered, “Your ears are red.”
“Really?” Song Yang touched his earlobe and looked away unconsciously.
“Ha! Your eyes moved!” Li Xun slapped his thigh and excitedly tapped his chest, “From now on I am your master.”
“…” Why does this sound so erotic? He seemed to have seen this kind of setting in a movie.
But the next second, Li Xun shattered Song Yang’s beautiful fantasy with practical actions.
He threw a pillow into the corner, pointed it, and yelled in a commanding tone, “Go pick it up for me.”
Song Yang was sweating.
After playing two rounds of the pillow catching game with the host, the cell phone on the table started ringing.
Song Yang reached out to take it, but was unexpectedly intercepted by Li Xun.
“What are you doing?”
“Have you ever seen a pet dog playing with a mobile phone?” Li Xun patted his thigh, “Come here and lie down. I’ll stroke your fur.”
Song Yang suddenly fell in love with this setting. He fell down limply, lying on his side on Li Xun’s thighs, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
Li Xun’s fingertips ran through his hair, rubbed it lightly a few times, then slid to his chin and scratched it, just like teasing a dog.
Song Yang’s skin was sensitive, and he made her burst into laughter, twisting her into a cabbage worm: “It’s so itchy!”
But when Li Xun’s fingers loosened, he turned over reluctantly, lay on Li Xun’s legs, and begged softly: “Smooth the hair on my back, my back is not ticklish.”
