Shelf life love

Chenjiang villa area is not far from the Academy of Fine Arts, one bus stop away.

Ye Zhuohan usually rides a bicycle back and forth, but today he took a taxi because he was uncomfortable.

So when we went back together with Qi Lin, we had no bicycles to ride, so we could only take a taxi.

Until a taxi stopped in front of him, Ye Zhuohan was still thinking about why he agreed to Qi Lin.

In the past, the most annoying person around him was Ye Lingzheng.But when Ye Lingzheng wanted him to do something, he would stick to him and say it three times at most, and would watch his reaction. As long as he didn't want to listen, Ye Lingzheng would stop mentioning it.

And Qi Lin...

Ye Zhuohan casually glanced at the young man.

It was obviously a very small movement, but it happened to be discovered by Qi Lin.

"What? It's hard?" The young man's concern was a little exaggerated. He stared and raised his eyebrows, as if he was not suffering from diarrhea, but had some terminal illness and was about to die.

Ye Zhuohan withdrew his gaze, and said in a cold voice, "It's okay."

"You sit inside." Qi Lin held the rear door, very gentlemanly.

Ye Zhuohan didn't say much, sat in the left back seat of the taxi and reported the location to the driver.

"Oh?" Qi Lin turned his head in surprise, "You live in a villa?"

"No." Ye Zhuohan didn't want to explain, "I rented a tool room in the yard of the villa."

Qi Lin was suspicious, "Is it still possible to rent like this?"

Ye Zhuohan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Qi Lin stared at the man for a while, feeling that Ye Haolong was quite pitiful.

I live alone in the tool room, my family is not around, I have no friends, I can only bear with it when I am sick, and only myself and the "handsome teacher" barely care for me, and I fell asleep in a daze as soon as I got in the car.

The car soon stopped at the entrance of the Chenjiang villa area, and when Ye Zhuohan opened his eyes, he found that Qi Lin was looking at him with sympathy.

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

Taxis cannot enter the community, and the rest of the road can only be walked.

"Wait a minute." Before passing the gate control, Qi Lin suddenly asked: "Do you have flour, milk, eggs, oil at home?"

Ye Zhuohan said, "There is no flour."

Qi Lin asked again: "What about the rice and vegetables?"

"No vegetables."

"That has to be bought!"

There is a small fresh market outside the community.Since it is a rich man's business, even if it is just a handful of cabbage, the price is high. Correspondingly, the environment and freshness are not to be said.

Qi Lin quickly picked up all the things he needed, and was about to pay, but Ye Zhuohan preempted him.

Qi Lin didn't understand why a delicate patient could move faster than himself.

"I'll return the money to you later." Qi Lin said.

Ye Zhuohan: "?"

"Didn't I cause your diarrhea?" Qi Lin calculated it very clearly, "I should pay the money."

Ye Zhuohan carried his pocket and walked out, "No need."

After going through the gate control, I walked for a while, and finally arrived at the place.

In front of me is a single-family villa with a garden. The main body of the villa is actually not big. From the outside, it only has two floors, and there may be a basement underneath.

Qi Lin looked to the side, and sure enough, he saw a building similar in appearance to a warehouse.

That's roughly the tool room.

Ye Zhuohan opened the door of the tool room, and Qi Lin fell in love with him as soon as he walked in, the envy on his face couldn't be concealed.

Before he came here, he thought that the so-called tool room was a small cage full of messy sundries.Only when I came here did I realize that this is not a small cage, it is clearly a palace with a very steamy style!

Seeing Qi Lin's starry eyes, Ye Zhuohan felt a headache.

He seems to have made a very wrong decision.

But if you go back and choose again, it seems that you can't make a better decision.

This guy is different from Ye Lingzheng, different from everyone he has ever met.

His indifference and alienation towards others seemed to have no effect on Qi Lin.

When Qi Lin broke through his barrier, he didn't seem to know there was a barrier there.

"Awesome!" Qi Lin admired the high ceiling and those rough steel bars, but he didn't forget that the purpose of coming here was to take care of the patients, so he rolled up his sleeves, "If you feel uncomfortable, lie down first, and I will make it up for you." Porridge."

There is a sink at the back of the tool room, and an induction cooker under the awning.

When Ye Zhuohan was too lazy to go back to the villa, he would use the induction cooker to cook something to eat.

Because Qi Lin's parents are busy with work, he learned to take care of his own food early on, panning the rice skillfully, and cooking it over a small fire.

Ye Zhuohan lay on the plank bed for a while, not feeling sleepy.

This was the first time a stranger had come to his domain.

"Why don't you go and lie down?" Seeing him coming out, Qi Lin quickly said, "The porridge is still a while away, are you hungry? How about I make pancakes for you first?"

Ye Zhuohan shook his head, sat on the wooden bench next to the sink, and looked up at the sky.

The sun was still shining brightly at noon, but it was a bit cloudy at the moment, and it might rain at night.

Qi Lin put down the spoon he used to stir the porridge, "I'd better bake you a cake!"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

So what is the point of rejection?

The round pan for pancakes was bought together when I was shopping for vegetables just now. Qi Lin said while washing, "Student Ye, help me bring milk and flour, and by the way, eggs."

Ye Zhuohan did as he did.

Yesterday Qi Lin called him Haolong, for the first time he felt that he shouldn't have accepted Ye Lingzheng's name, but today Qi Lin changed his name.

Qi Lin kneaded noodles with milk, and then added beaten eggs.Ye Zhuohan leaned to one side, folded his arms and watched.

The boy's movements are very skillful, as if he has done it many times.

Qi Lin noticed the eyes surrounding him, turned his face to the side, and said with a smile: "Do you think a man who can do housework is very handsome?"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

not at all.

Qi Lin did not receive this negative answer, "There will be more handsome ones in a while!"

Ye Zhuohan couldn't make a sound, "Dianbing?"

Qi Lin opened his eyes wide, "How do you know?"

It's not hard to guess.Ye Zhuohan thought, before making pancakes, there are more handsome ones, what else can they be except topping pancakes?

However, 10 minutes later, Qi Lin, a man who can do housework, overturned his car while flipping the pancake.

Qi Lin has already gained experience in baking milk cakes, but Dianbing has never learned it—or it can be said that his eyes have learned it, but his hands have not.

A golden and neat round cake was about to be baked, Qi Lin came up with a bit of a show of energy, with a shovel and a wave of the pan, the cake flew up.

Then "crack" and fell to the ground.

Ye Zhuohan looked at the cake, then at Qi Lin.

Qi Lin's stunned look actually made him feel a strange emotion.

The emotion was light, but it made him bend the corner of his lower lip.

"Mistake, mistake!" Qi Lin squatted on the ground and picked up the cake.

The cake was covered with ashes, and it was not edible.

After Qi Lin mourned the cake, he didn't stand up immediately, but raised his face and said, "Student Ye, you are very unkind."

Ye Zhuohan: "Huh?"

Qi Lin: "I made pancakes for you with good intentions, but you still laugh at me!"

Ye Zhuohan was silent for a moment, "Laughing?"

"Do you still want to deny it?" Qi Lin said, "I saw you smiling!"

Ye Zhuohan was slightly absent-minded.

Did that strange emotion just lead to laughter?

"Stop Liao, stop Liao, let's do it again." Qi Lin said to himself, "I won't play handsome this time."

The new milk cake was baked quickly, and Qi Lin presented the treasure with a plate, "Taste it quickly, brother Lin's best cake!"

Ye Zhuohan took a bite, the taste was unexpected.

"How is it?" Qi Lin's eyes brightened, "Is it delicious?"

Ye Zhuohan nodded.

Qi Lin branded another card, "I didn't eat lunch either, I was starving to death."

When the porridge was ready, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and it started to rain.

The two transferred the porridge and cakes to the tool room, Ye Zhuohan drank the porridge, and Qi Lin watched around in the "Palace of Steam", and even slipped off the handrail of the stairs between the second floor and the first floor.

"You..." Ye Zhuohan wanted to ask, when are you leaving?

When Qi Lin heard the movement, he turned to look at him, his expression still unfinished, "Huh?"

Ye Zhuohan shook his head, "It's nothing."

Qi Lin walked to the table and saw more than a dozen textbooks, ""Advanced Mathematics"? Aren't you a high school student? How can you read this?"

"Just take a look." Ye Zhuohan said.

Qi Lin asked: "By the way, which high school are you from? I'm in No. [-] Middle School."

Ye Zhuohan: "Study is suspended."

"what?"

"Painting, self-study cultural lessons."

Qi Lin hugged the book with a lively expression.

Ye Zhuohan thought he wanted to ask why, it's not impossible to answer this question, but Ye Zhuohan didn't want to answer it.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Qi Lin exclaimed: "It's so cool!"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

The rain didn't mean to stop. Although it was afternoon, the sky was already dark.

After Qi Lin finished his visit, he walked to the door, "When will the rain stop?"

Ye Zhuohan has hardly been with others for so long, and when he glanced at the bean-like rain, he hesitated to speak.

Suddenly, Qi Lin saw a familiar object - a bicycle!

"Anyway, I can't go back for the time being, why don't you fix the bike for me." Qi Lin said confidently, with a look of "leaving it on me".

"Repair the car?" Ye Zhuohan couldn't remember where his bicycle needed to be repaired.

Qi Lin ran out a few steps in the rain and pushed the bicycle in, "Isn't your back seat gone?"

Ye Zhuohan was speechless.

"I saw it on the second floor just now." Qi Lin was drenched in the rain, his hair, eyelashes and face were all wet, making his eyes darker and brighter.

Ye Zhuohan felt that he should stop him, but he watched Qi Lin run to the second floor, brought the discarded back seat, squatted beside the bicycle and gestured back and forth.

The floor of the tool room was concrete, and there was a small spot of water where Qi Lin squatted.

Ye Zhuohan stared at Qi Lin's wet side face and arms, after a while, he brought a dry towel and threw it forward.

"Oh!" Qi Lin yelled when his sight was blocked, quickly tore off the towel, and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

From Ye Zhuohan's perspective, most of Qi Lin's face was covered by the towel, only his smiling eyes and straight nose bridge were exposed.

There were dark clouds outside and the light at the door was not very good, but Qi Lin seemed to be shining.

Ye Zhuohan rubbed his brows.

"Okay!" Qi Lin fiddled for a long time, and finally got the back seat back.

By this time, the cloud had cleared and the rain had lightened a lot.

Qi Linyu said earnestly, "Next time, don't just remove the back seat. The back seat is very useful!"

Ye Zhuohan: "For example?"

"You can carry the person you like!" Qi Lin laughed, "I envy you for having a bicycle."

After speaking, Qi Lin stretched out his hand outside the door to feel it.

It seemed that the rain was about to stop, and it was nothing to drench. Every Sunday night was when he was catching up on his cultural homework. It was getting late, and he had to go back.

"Are you better?" Qi Lin asked.

Ye Zhuohan: "Yes."

"Remember to take the rest of the medicine." Qi Lin took his things, "I'm going back."

Ye Zhuohan would never keep anyone, but looked at Qi Lin's figure running into the drizzle for a moment.

"Wait!" he yelled suddenly.

Qi Lin covered his head with his hands, and when he turned around, he seemed to show his heart, "Huh?"

Ye Zhuohan quickly fetched an umbrella, "Take it."

"You..." Qi Lin said uncertainly, "Lend me an umbrella?"

Ye Zhuohan had already run out of the tool room, a ring of rain was floating on the knitted sweater.

You should not borrow an umbrella. For a 16-year-old boy, it is nothing to be exposed to this level of rain.

Ye Zhuohan paused slightly, but said: "Yes."

"Then when I return you, I will disturb you again." Qi Lin remembered what Ye Haolong said yesterday.

He insisted on coming today because Ye Haolong's illness was related to him.After this matter is over, he will stay away as promised.

Now I get an umbrella.

Ye Zhuohan wanted to say that you don't need to pay back, but the words rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it.

In the end, he only said: "Yeah."