You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Ling Yifeng was obviously also aware of the temperature difference, rubbed his arms, and casually took out a pair of slippers from the shoe rack at the door and threw them over: "You wear mine, I wear my brother's."

Qi Zhongshan glanced down and shifted his attention for a moment.

The three pairs of slippers obviously looked exactly the same, he really didn't know how Ling Yifeng could tell them apart.

Probably because Ling Yifeng has been a sensitive and meticulous person since he was a child, he thought.

Ling Yifeng can always distinguish "self" from "others". As long as "others" show him a little kindness, he will work hard to repay him, but at the same time, he is also very guarded. It's hard to really get close to him.

One of the things that Qi Chongshan remembers most deeply is that Qi Ming treated Ling Yifeng very well back then. Ling Yifeng and Qi Ming got along so well, but he never heard Ling Yifeng call Qi Ming "brother", and he will always be "brother". Brother", or even "Brother Qi Ming" with his name.

The title "Brother" refers specifically to Ling Yichen.

Ling Yifeng used to be very worried that Qi Ming would not want him. His erratic sense of security had no place to rest, and his whole heart hung there, so that when he saw Ling Yichen again, he would be so nervous because his tense nerves finally relaxed. Can't help but cry out.

But I don't know from which cutoff point, Ling Yifeng started calling Qi Ming "brother".

It was also from that time that he could clearly feel Ling Yifeng's unfamiliarity with Qi Ming, which disappeared completely.

At that time, in Ling Yifeng's world, there probably still existed "others".

Ling Yichen, Qi Ming, and Qi Chongshan himself.

He confidently trusted them.

But now Qi Chongshan feels that Ling Yifeng is lonelier than before.

Although Ling Yifeng didn't say anything, he vaguely felt that there must be something wrong with the relationship between Ling Yifeng and Qi Ming or Ling Yichen.

Now Ling Yifeng is in that state of alert all the time, which makes him feel that something is wrong.

Qi Chongshan followed Ling Yifeng to the kitchen, thinking this way, looked up inadvertently, and then slowly backed up a few steps.

The wind carried the rainwater and poured it into the half-opened windows on the second floor. It was because of this vent that the temperature in the house dropped a lot.

but……

"You didn't close the window." Qi Zhongshan frowned, walked up the stairs, and slid his fingers across the window sill, "It's strange..."

"What?" Ling Yifeng rolled up his sleeves and turned his head to look, "What's so strange?"

"Nothing." Qi Zhongshan paused, and finally shook his head, "Shall I wipe it with a napkin?"

"The paper is on the coffee table." Ling Yifeng didn't keep asking, and raised his chin in the direction of the tea table, "Get it yourself."

Qi Zhongshan took out a piece of paper, spread it flat on the window sill, and quickly soaked up the thin rainwater.

There is very little rainwater accumulated on the window sill, but it has been raining for a while, and it seems that the windows have just been opened for a while...

But there was no one in the house.

Is the person who opened the window already gone?

Qi Zhongshan glanced upstairs, the lights were off.

Ling Yifeng said that Ling Yichen was not at home and Qi Ming was in the studio. Has anyone else been in this house?

Maybe it was because the careless cleaning staff forgot to close the window before leaving, maybe it was because of the angle that the rain couldn’t come in, or maybe it was some other reason that made people think about it, but before coming to a conclusion, it’s better not to scare Ling Yifeng.

Qi Zhongshan closed the window, turned around and went downstairs.

The layout of the living room is very stereotyped, so tidy that one wonders if someone has actually lived in it, coupled with the simple decoration, it is difficult to make people really feel a "home".

Not to mention Ling Yifeng, even Qi Zhongshan, who likes to be alone and quiet since childhood, doesn't really want to live in this kind of place.

"What to eat?" Ling Yifeng's voice came from the kitchen, "Don't order too complicated, there is not enough time."

"Follow..."

"Believe it or not, I'll slap you." Ling Yifeng threw the rag into the sink, "Cooks hate it when people say they don't know?"

"Ah, then..." Qi Zhongshan thought for a while, and said helplessly, "How do I know what you have here?"

"Let's see for yourself." Ling Yifeng raised his chin at Vegetables and Fruits Lan, "Create a combination, make some toppings, I'll cook the noodles here."

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Qi Zhongshan glanced at it, and casually reported the name of the dish, which couldn't be simpler.

"Very good, pick a tomato yourself and come here to help." Ling Yifeng glanced at him, "Don't eat for nothing."

Qi Chongshan was stabbed in the eye by Ling Yifeng and backed away.

"To be honest, your temper is not as good as before," Qi Zhongshan shifted his gaze to the tomatoes, and couldn't help but say, "You're covered in thorns."

"If you don't like it, don't come to me." Ling Yifeng opened the cupboard and came out with a bag of dried noodles, "I said a long time ago that I am different from before."

"I didn't say I wasn't happy." Qi Zhongshan sighed, "State the objective facts."

The kitchen space is a bit small, and two young men are squeezed inside, and they are a bit in the way of each other. Ling Yichen probably chose this apartment type because there are few people in the family who cook.

After Qi Zhongshan washed the tomatoes, he took a fruit knife and began to cut them very slowly.

"Qi Chongshan," Ling Yifeng turned his head to look at him, "Aren't you doing nothing at home?"

"Not in the kitchen." Qi Zhongshan frowned and diced the tomatoes, and then piled them on the plate, "I'm already surprised that I didn't cut them."

"Forget it, put it there." Ling Yifeng took the plate over, "Just write your math homework."

"It's finished." Qi Zhongshan looked at him, "Do you... want to copy?"

"Is it necessary for me to copy?" Ling Yifeng looked over, "Who cares about me? I'll refer to it and look up to Xueba. Go and write physics."

Qi Chongshan responded, took out his homework from his schoolbag, lay down on the dining table, glanced twice, the pen in his hand fell back to his palm before turning it around once, and immediately began to write.

Ling Yifeng glanced at him, then turned and went back to cooking.

Asking Qi Zhongshan to come over to help is purely to vent the unhappiness that has been restrained by him before. In fact, it is not necessary, and it may cause trouble.

I don't know if Qi Zhongshan clearly understands that he drove him out of the kitchen on purpose, Ling Yifeng thought.

Although he didn't know if Xueba had a tight schedule, he still didn't want Qi Zhongshan to delay the time he could have used to study because of a series of events such as sending him back.

Ling Yifeng's personality is like this, he would rather let others owe him than owe others, no matter whether it is "owed" or not.

Just like this time, in fact, if he is willing to call Ling Yichen, there will definitely be a special car to pick him up.

But he is not happy.

After all, what belongs to the elder brother belongs to the elder brother, not to him.

From the time this former home fell apart, he knew very clearly that one day, he would be the only one left in his world.

He had to get used to days like this ahead of time.

The author has something to say: I don’t know what to say, I will continue tomorrow_(:з」∠)_

And the normal update time every day is 11:[-] p.m. Unless otherwise specified, the update prompt at other times is to catch bugs_(:з」∠)_~