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Logically speaking, he can understand Yu Jian blushing at him, but why, Yu Jian looks very weak?

Chi Yan stared at Yu Jian, resting his chin in thought.

Yu Jian said suddenly: "By the way, the midterm exam results, if nothing unexpected, will come out next week, right?"

Chi Yan said kindly, and withdrew her wild thoughts: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Yu Jian shook her head. He just wanted to know the grades of the people in the class earlier, especially the number one in the whole class. He must avoid it and resolutely not get in touch with him.

Chi Yan looked at Yu Jian with a resolute face, and couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind at the moment.

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On Saturday, when Yu Jian knocked on the door of Chi Yan's house, Chi Yan was still wearing pajamas, with a look of sleepiness.

Yu Jian put down her schoolbag, changed her shoes in a proper manner, and asked Chi Yan, "Where are your uncles and aunts?"

Chi Yan rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "They're out."

Yu Jian let out an oh, but she was relieved. If Chi Yan's parents were here, she probably wouldn't be able to let go. It sounds too ridiculous to come here to cook at someone's house.

Chi Yan brought him to the living room: "Sit down first, what do you want to drink?"

Chi Yan's living room was large and empty, with many paintings hanging on the wall, Yu Jian stood up and said casually, "Water is fine."

He stared at the paintings on the wall. There were sketches, watercolors, and oil paintings. There were many types and styles, but Yu Jian, who had studied painting for many years, could recognize it at a glance. It was done by one person.

Yu Jian hissed, always felt that this style of painting was very familiar, but couldn't remember where she saw it.

Suddenly, a name flashed in his mind.

C.

This style of painting is really similar to that of C.

No, it can't be C, Yu Jian shook her head, and immediately denied herself, the level of these paintings is far inferior to C.

Chi Yan walked in with water and saw Yu Jian staring at the wall full of words in a daze, feeling bad.

As soon as Yu Jian saw the painting, it was as if he had been possessed by a demon. Even the nine cows could not be pulled back. It was probably late at night when he came to his senses. How could he let him cook.

He hurriedly walked up to Yu Jian to block his figure, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Hey, hey, don't look."

These paintings were drawn when he was just learning to paint, and his father insisted on framing them. His father tore down all the famous paintings that hung on the walls before, and replaced them with these paintings that now look like elementary school students.

Yu Jian regained her senses and nodded: "Did you draw these?"

Chi Yan nodded quickly, and walked in front of Yu Jian to block his sight: "Yes, don't look, the kitchen is not on the wall."

Yu Jian thought in her heart that she really thought too much, Chi Yan must have nothing to do with C, the painting skills probably only took a few months.

Yu Jian asked curiously, "Can I go to your room and have a look?"

Chi Yan shook his head like a rattle.

His room is full of sketches. Fortunately, these drafts are of such rubbish level that Yu Jian can't pay attention to them. If he wants to see the existing sketches in his room, Yu Jian can probably read them with relish for three days and three nights.

The two walked to the kitchen, and Yu Jian skillfully washed the dishes, ready to start cooking.

The two of them have decided not to make Japanese food, but to make ordinary home-cooked stir-fries.

Chi Yan watched Yu Jian seriously brushing the knife with the knife, neatly stacking slices of potatoes on the cutting board.

Chi Yan heard that Yu Jian's family conditions are not very good, his mother is gone, and he lives with an alcoholic father, who can't take care of him at all. Judging from Yu Jian's methods, he should be responsible for the family since he was a child .

Chi Yan sighed, and stood by to help Yu Jian wash the dishes: "I heard you are working part-time?"

Yu Jianen let out a sigh, without denying it: "Two, I have a tutor, and my salary will be paid this week. I originally planned to treat you to dinner after the salary is paid."

Chi Yan smiled: "I don't have much salary in the first place, can you pay for your meal for a week after treating me to dinner?"

It's not difficult to imagine that Yu Jian lived in that kind of family since she was a child. Every day, she had to cook for her alcoholic father, clean up the mess for him, and wait for a drunk alcoholic to come home every night. I heard that his father had a bad temper.Maybe he has to accept his father's abuse.

Chi Yan looked at Yu Jian with complicated eyes.

Yu Jian was inexplicably stared at by Chi Yan, raised her head a little flustered for a moment, didn't pay attention to stabbing down, and let out an "ouch".

Chi Yan hurriedly grabbed Yu Jian's hand: "What's the matter, are you okay?"

The index finger that was cut by the kitchen knife was still bubbling, bleeding continuously.

Yu Jian hissed: "It's okay."

Chi Yan hurried over with alcohol and a band-aid, and said to him, "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Seeing Chi Yan lowering his head and bandaging his fingers intently, Yu Jian couldn't help laughing: "I'm fine, really."

Chi Yan didn't seem to hear, and frowning tightly bandaged him, carefully dipped the oozing blood with a cotton swab.

Yu Jian looked at Chi Yan in a daze, this was the first time he saw Chi Yan being so serious, a person who had always been fooling around, and now he was a different person than usual.

Not knowing what he was doing to be as serious as now, Yu Jian couldn't help being a little dazed, her thoughts wandering a bit.

After the bandage was done, Yu Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to pick up the kitchen knife when her hand was suddenly restrained.

Chi Yan pulled the man's wrist and pushed him back: "You watch from the side, and I will do it."

Yu Jian couldn't laugh or cry, he just accidentally cut his index finger and made a small incision, and after disinfecting it with alcohol, it basically didn't stay there anymore, which is too much of a fuss.

Chi Yan refused to let him do anything, so he put on his apron and started chopping vegetables.

Yu Jian looked at Chi Yan who was wearing an apron, and suddenly felt that this was not bad.

He has been living in the dormitory, eating repeated meals in the cafeteria every day, day after day.

And now here, looking at Chi Yan's busy back, the oily smoke from the oil pan, and the low hum of the range hood, for the first time, he realized the true meaning of the word "fireworks in the world".

Chi Yan has never cooked before, this is the first time he has cooked in his life, he is cutting vegetables, he is a little flustered: "Oh no, how to cut this, is it too thick, or too thin, too thick Is it undercooked, will it be overcooked if it is too thin?"

Yu Jian looked at him with a smile, and shook her head: "It's okay, you can cut it, it doesn't matter how thick it is."

Chi Yan groaned, raised his knife, and chopped a potato in half: "So, do you think it's okay?"

Yu Jian glanced at Tudou silently, and coughed: "Make it thinner, a little thinner."

In the end, under Yu Jian's guidance, Chi Yan finally finished the task of chopping vegetables with difficulty, and was ready to serve the dishes.

The oil splattered out and splashed onto the table, Chi Yan held the spatula and watched the oil squirt out in horror.

As an injured patient, Yu Jian instructed him to prepare the pot: "The oil is boiling, you can put the meat in."

Chi Yan shrank behind Yu Jian in horror: "But he's splashing oil."

Yu Jian looked at him helplessly: "Because you haven't wiped the pot dry, there is still water in the pot, so it will splash."

Chi Yan frowned, and the strong man approached the pot as if he was going to die, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and poured the meat into it.

Smoke came out of the oil pan with a prick, and the smoke splashed randomly when it was brushed.

Chi Yan looked at Yu Jian in horror, and waved the spatula in his hand: "And then, what should I do?"

Yu Jian glanced at Chi Yan, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and took the spatula in his hand: "I'll do it."

A plate of stir-fried pork with green peppers came out of the pan. Except that the meat was a bit dry because it was fried in the pan for too long, and Chi Yan's meat and green peppers were cut too big, which made the presentation bad. Everything else was very good.

Of course, the good reason is that Yu Jian has taken over the dish since the meat was put into the pot.

Chi Yan looked happily at the fried pork with green peppers just out of the pan: "I think I have talent."

Yu Jian looked at him: "Yes, you have talent."

The talent for wrecking a kitchen is unmatched.

The first dish took a little longer to cook, but the sweet and sour pork ribs and tomato and egg soup were all made by Yu Jian, so they were cooked very quickly.

Chi Yan gobbled up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, whimpering, "Yes, it's delicious."

Yu Jian served him a bowl of soup: "Slow down."

It took a long time for the two of them to cook, so it was very late to eat, and it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening after the dishes were cleaned up.

Chi Yan sent people out, and said as he walked, "Go back to the dormitory now?"

Yu Jian nodded.

Chi Yan frowned: "Why don't you go home?"

Yu Jian was choked, and said honestly, "Because there is no one at home, it doesn't matter if you go back or not."

The original owner's father has been out of the house, returning home every three days.

Yu Jian was used to living in the dormitory, so Yu Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Chi Yan looked at Yu Jian and asked, "Then is there anyone in your dormitory?"

Yu Jian shook her head: "I'm almost alone, and I have a roommate, but basically I don't have a room, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not."

It's the same whether you go back or not.

It doesn't matter if you're here or not.

Chi Yan stopped suddenly and looked at Yu Jian in silence.

Yu Jian walked halfway, but found that the person hadn't followed, walked back and said, "What's wrong?"

Chi Yan said: "No."

Two people walked together, walking in silence with each other, and the street lights were shining.

Chi Yan sent Yu Jian to the school gate: "Go in, it's too late."

Yu Jian nodded: "Be careful on the way back."

Chi Yan was walking home, slowly walking under the streetlight.

He has never left home since he was a child. His mother is domineering and strong. Every day when he comes back from school, he can see her turning on the light and nagging to bring him pigeon soup. Every time, his father joins him and secretly wakes up in the middle of the night to play games and watch football games. , In the dead of night, the father and son howled happily, and finally both of them were caught by their ears and went to sleep.

What about Yu Jian?

Facing the square dormitory alone, with the cold edge of the bed, it doesn't matter if he doesn't go home, anyway, he doesn't care, and his father doesn't care.

Yu Jian had a calm face when she said it.

Indeed, because no one cares.

But does no one really care?

Chi Yan suddenly stopped, turned his head and strode back downstairs to Yu Jian's dormitory.

Yu Jian just pointed out to him the location of his dormitory. The windows are just on this side. If Yu Jian arrives in the dormitory, he will definitely turn on the lights, and he can see it from here.

There are even fewer moths under the street lamps in winter. They are reluctant to come out as if they are afraid of the cold. Chi Yan breathed out, and the mist exhaled scattered in the air, and a cloud of white mist slowly dispersed.

Chi Yan counted up, the second room from the left on the fourth floor.

No lights on.

Chi Yan thought about it and was worried, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call, the phone beeped for a long time.

No one heard.

Called again, still no answer.

Chi Yan frowned, and strode directly towards the door of the dormitory.

Chi Yan recited 402 silently, and easily found Yu Jian's dormitory.

The door was closed, and he knocked, but no one answered.

It's been half an hour since Yu Jian returned to the dormitory, how come he hasn't come back so late, Chi Yan frowned, and twisted the doorknob hard, but couldn't open it.

In the middle of the night, and I watched Yu Jian go upstairs with my own eyes, where else could people go?

He gritted his teeth, sweat dripped from his face, his heart froze, and he was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a surprised voice behind him: "Chi Yan, why are you here?!"

Chi Yan turned around and was relieved to see the person coming.

The moment he heard the voice, he knew it was clear and clear, it must be Yu Jian, but only when he turned his head and saw the thin person standing in front of him did he really feel relieved.

Chi Yan suppressed his anger, looked at Yu Jian and questioned each word: "It's been half an hour since you came back, and you haven't returned to the dormitory, and you haven't answered your phone calls. Where did you go so late?"

Yu Jian looked at him a little strangely, she opened her mouth for a while, didn't answer the question, and asked instead, "You've been looking at me downstairs?"

Chi Yan was stopped by the rhetorical question, he puffed out his chest and tried to be justified: "Yes, what's the matter? Don't change the subject."

Yu Jian suddenly laughed softly, the voice was very soft, she didn't know what she was laughing at, and said to Chi Yan: "When I came back, I saw Bi Fei downstairs and went to their dormitory to play for a while. So I came back late, The phone has been on silent, and I didn't hear it, sorry."

Chi Yan snorted, and continued to look at Yu Jian fiercely, as if this explanation did not satisfy him.

Yu Jian stood on tiptoe and touched his head: "Okay, I see, I will definitely pay attention next time."

Chi Yan was suddenly pinched again, it was exactly the same, with a familiar feeling, his body was completely stiff, he moved his fingers for a while, pointed at the dormitory unnaturally, pretending to be strong, but in his heart he said: "I want to go in! "

Yu Jian looked at Chi Yan with a bit of embarrassment: "Here, but will it be too late for you to go back later? The bus is almost gone."

When the two of them came, they walked over. It was already nine o'clock when they got here, and the bus here was not early.

Chi Yan rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Yu Jian nodded helplessly, and opened the door: "Come in, and sleep here when it's too late."

The moment he opened the door and turned on the light, Chi Yan thought he had traveled through time.

So many paintings, on the table, on the chair, on the bed, are all white paper.

Isn't this really your own room?

Are they exactly the same?