near and far

What to eat is a problem.The rain outside has been non-stop, neither too heavy nor too small. Yu Xiaolin has already left work, and before leaving get off work, she came here to say goodbye to the two, saying that her boyfriend picked him up from get off work, and she narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Although Le Mingxin has been alone for several years, his cooking skills have not improved. He has a rough stomach and is not picky about food. Add some slices of ham to instant noodles, so he said, "Let's order a takeaway."

He Chengan seemed to disapprove, Le Mingxin said again: "Then go out to eat?"

"I'll change my clothes and see if there's anything else in the kitchen." He Chengan turned around and walked upstairs after speaking.

Le Mingxin followed behind like a big dog wrapped around his master's calf, and said, "Do you cook?"

He Chengan didn't turn his head back: "It's fine if you come."

Le Ming hurriedly said: "Okay, unless you want instant noodles for dinner, the kind with ham."

He Chengan took out a long-sleeved shirt from the simple wardrobe next to the bed, took off the one on his body neatly, put it on, turned around and found that Le Mingxin was standing at the top of the stairs and staring at him eagerly. Then go downstairs.There is a bathroom and a kitchen on the first floor. Compared with the open work space, it looks small, but it is very tidy.

"Is there any warning?"

Le Ming shook his head heartily, expressing that he would eat anything. Seeing that He Chengan took out a few tomatoes from the refrigerator, tossed them aside in his hands, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and cut the tomatoes with a knife. Just as serious as when making pottery.

The kitchen has a window and you can see the outside.The spring rain is lingering, and it is still raining endlessly. The sky has turned dark, and there are few people living in the creative park, which is very quiet. Occasionally, there are a few dogs barking from a distance, and the sound of knives being cut on the cutting board in the kitchen , There is also a "swipe" sound when the vegetables are put into the oil pan.

Le Mingxin leaned against the kitchen door and watched without saying a word, a long-lost sense of ironing filled his whole body. It was the same in his house a long, long time ago. His father was cooking in the kitchen, and his mother Knitting on the sofa in the living room, when it rained, I called him to the balcony to put away the clothes.

When He Chengan brought out the dishes and put them on the table, Le Ming sincerely praised: "It's delicious."

I haven't eaten yet, and I haven't even put the chopsticks on.

Le Ming blushed, and hurried to make amends: "No, I mean, it smells so good."

It is very simple, one dish and one meat, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried vegetables, fried with fish sauce brought back by He Chengan from a previous trip, delicious.Le Mingxin's stomach let out a face-saving growl, and hurriedly went to serve the rice. It was not white rice, but tomato rice. Lean meat marinated with soy sauce and tomato was put into the rice cooker to mix with the rice. Cook them together, and then stir them together to eat.

He Chengan said concisely: "Eat."

Le Mingxin hasn't eaten home-cooked food for a long time, the last time she ate it was the New Year's Eve dinner at Kang Chen's, and He Cheng'an cooked it deliciously, delicious home-cooked food.He quickly picked up a bowl of rice, the sweet and sour tomato taste was very appetizing, Le Ming said while eating, "This rice is really delicious."

He Cheng'an looked at his clean rice bowl, lowered his head to pick up a chopstick, and hid the smile on his lips: "Kang Xiaoqin's true love."

Sure enough, no matter what kind of child, there is no way to refuse the charm of tomato rice.

Le Mingxin was not at all embarrassed, filled another bowl, and ate happily.He Chengan said: "This is not difficult to make, just use a rice cooker."

Le Mingxin listened and ate while nodding, his cheeks swollen from eating, and he burped while stroking his stomach after eating, but he still stood up actively to wash the dishes.

The rain outside was already very light, and the sound of the rain could hardly be heard, only the tiny sound of raindrops falling from the corner of the eaves and falling into the stagnant water. It was a good time to say goodbye.In the open space on the first floor, once the dining table is closed, it is the workshop. He Chengan brewed two cups of black tea in mugs that were steaming with white smoke. One cup was placed on the pottery shelf, and he held a cup , Drinking one after another, looking at the vase he made before the meal.

Le Mingxin picked up the mug left for him, and put a red mug on the white background. The red paint spread down from the rim of the mug, like blood, but gathered into a red rose. The colorful words of congratulations were made by He Chengan himself.Le Mingxin held the cup in both hands, took a sip, it had a strong smell of black tea, and a little bit of sweet milk.

He likes to drink sweet.

"Then what," Le Mingxin said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute."

Le Ming didn't know what to wait for, but she sat down obediently and waited.He saw He Cheng'an picked up the blue knit hat he always wore in winter, put it on his head, took the flower scissors and walked out.Le Mingxin stood up and lay down by the window to watch him. It was already dark outside, but several street lamps were set up in the yard of the studio, made into the shape of lilies of the valley, hanging on the black lamp handles, exuding a hazy yellow light. Light, like a blossoming luminous flower.

He Chengan squatted down, stood up again after a while and walked back.

He held a well-blooming rose in his hand. The pink-yellow petals were washed clean and bright by the rain, and there were a few raindrops on it.Le Mingxin was stunned, not knowing what to do. He Chengan didn't say anything, but used flower scissors to shorten the flower branches, and took off the most sluggish petals of the flower. The small vase was mixed with some water and the nutrient solution for flowers. Insert the flowers in, and handed the vase and flowers to Le Mingxin.

"Take it back..." He Chengan took off his hat, his curly hair was disheveled, "Put it on."

Le Ming didn't answer, he was really stunned.

On that flower, some raindrops merged into one big spot, and dripped to the ground along the tips of the petals.

Le Mingxin clearly felt that since the first meeting, He Chengan has softened a little bit from his unkind and indifferent old classmate, but he has kept a distance that is neither far nor close, as if he wants to hang himself, and like Be wary of temptation.The most ambiguous thing is that when sending flowers and eating, the food is cooked at home, and there is only one flower, which is freshly cut.

All Le Mingxin's experience related to love is read from books, movies, TV shows and movies, but he also understands what a fast heartbeat means.

All the above mental activities only stayed in his mind for half a second.

When lips were pressed against lips, all thoughts stopped abruptly.

Before the two greeted each other with their hands, He Chengan bit Le Mingxin's slightly upturned lips with half-closed eyes, and put the vase with flowers back on the shelf safely.Le Mingxin didn't look at the road at all, the two of them went upstairs with their feet bound, and Le Mingxin accidentally stepped on He Chengan's feet several times.

The lights upstairs were not turned on, it was pitch black, and the two kicked something from time to time.

"What did you kick?" Le Ming panicked to see, for fear of breaking He Cheng'an's ceramics.

"It's all right."

He Chengan clasped his big palm behind his head, and kissed him again, kissing with tongue entangled, making a "tsk tsk" sound, that bed Le Mingxin was quite familiar with, and the glass beside the bed was also familiar. window.

In the darkness, everything is magnified infinitely, whether it is sound, temperature or smell, every gasp is like thunder, exploding in Le Mingxin's ears, He Chengan's body is very hot, and with his unique faint laundry detergent fragrance.

He Chengan still didn't let him take off his socks, so he kept his legs bare and socks on.

abnormal.

Le Ming thought this way, but before he went out, he clearly had an indescribably cautious mind and changed into a new pair of white socks.

He couldn't help moaning, and buried his head in He Chengan's pillow and hummed. He Chengan on the bed was strong and strong, always with a vicious force, trying to smash him into pieces.