I still don't want to go to school today

Most of the snacks that Xu Zhiyan picked were in red packaging.Fu Luojia thought for a while, and picked up a tomato that was also red.

"Do you want to peel this?" Xu Zhibian followed to the sink.

"Look at you. Do you like leather?"

"I don't remember ever eating skin-"

"Then... boil it with white water first. Where is your pot?" Fu Luojia tiptoed to open the cabinet above his head—as if he was afraid that the tall man would not be able to move his hands and feet. The location is much higher than average.

Xu Zhibian was silent for a moment: "May I call and ask?"

"I seem to have seen it." The things in the cabinet are neatly arranged, and there are all kinds of seasonings, all of which have not been opened yet.He took down a small and exquisite milk pot, "You can use this as well."

The pure blue flame quickly drew a clockwise direction and closed into a circle.Xu Zhibian stared down at the two big tomatoes that were close together in the pot, and turned his head when the first blisters exploded on the water surface: "Is it ready?"

"There is still a while. It's still too early to finish everything. Do you want to go first..." He originally wanted to say to play games for a while, but the words changed into: "Do some problems?"

Xu Zhibian laughed, "Did they say the same thing when you went into the kitchen when you were young?"

Fu Luojia turned off the tap, and put a few tender green onions on a white porcelain plate.He waited for the water in the pool to drain before he spoke: "My mother used to know."

Xu Zhibian looked at him quietly.

"Her craftsmanship..." Fu Luojia tried her best to be ordinary, "it's really ordinary, and I don't want to hear people say it's unpalatable... You can turn off the fire."

Tomatoes were covered in a white mist as soon as they were pulled out of the boiling water. "Then how?"

"Pick off the skin with your hands when it's cold—don't pinch it all the time." Fu Luojia was helpless.

"But it feels so good."

He could understand Xu Zhilian's intention to help, but he was struggling to cook by himself, so he didn't care about arranging Xu Zhijian to do things.Xu Zhijian just saw the stitches on his own, and it was inevitable that he would make a little mess now and then.

"Do you need an apron?" Xu Zhibian moved a small bench and sat aside, the potato peeling knife suddenly stopped. "Not here, I'll ask Liu Shantong to borrow—"

"...No need." Fu Luojia took out a piece of paper to wipe his sweat, and touched the knife holder.

"and many more."

Xu Zhibian pressed the knife rest first, "Didn't you say I'll cut it?"

"Have you finished your potatoes..." It took him a while to realize Xu Zhijian's meaning, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"I have a problem. I don't feel comfortable when you touch a knife." Xu Zhibian said.

Fu Luojia had no choice but to back away.He thought that it would have to be boiled until soft in the end anyway, and it didn't matter that the cut tomatoes and potatoes didn't look good.

However, Xu Zhiman's knife skills far exceeded his expectations.

"You... have you cooked?"

"No."

That's genius.

After adding the seasoning, cover the pot and simmer.At this time, the rice is just cooked, and after waiting for a few minutes, scoop it out and put it into the tomato and potato paste.

Finally, sprinkle green onions and put them in a solid wooden tray.

Barely called tomato and potato risotto.

Sitting at the table, Fu Luojia hesitated again: "Is it too simple... Do you have any desserts you want?" Although he probably won't make them.

"Didn't you buy a bucket of ice cream?"

"..."

Two wooden spoons scraped to the bottom of the plate at the same time.Fu Luojia took a sip of Sprite and commented objectively: "It's average."

Xu Zhibian bit the spoon and smiled. "I think it's delicious."

"...Thank you for coming."

"Want to go out for a walk later?"

Fu Luojia turned his head, it was snowing heavily outside the window. "good."

The wind was too strong, they stepped on the curb and moved forward slowly.In the dense night, the snow does not look like solid ice crystals from the sky, but like skin flakes shaken off by street lights.

Xu Zhiyan was only wearing a windbreaker, but he looked completely unafraid of the severe cold. Fu Luojia tried to persuade him to wear the scarf, but he quickly took it off and took it in his hand.

Fu Luojia rushed up to surround him again, but Xu Zhijian suddenly ran away.

"Hey——" Fu Luojia could only run along, holding one end of the scarf in his hand—the other end was still pinched by Xu Zhijian.

It didn't take long for Xu Zhijian to lead him around with a scarf.The snow dust fell on the face uninterruptedly, and flowed backward together with the white air exhaled.

The woolen scarf was soon covered with clusters of snow particles.Fu Luojia no longer insisted that he wear it-snow water flowing into the neck may catch a cold.

It was only eight o'clock in the evening, but the street was very quiet.The freshly painted white-painted tree trunks on the side of the road glisten when the headlights pass by.

It is not that the county seat is not without a slightly more prosperous place - there are several small supermarkets in the nominal center of the city, and the flow of people is not small.

Phoraka sensed that they were heading away from the center of the city.

"You probably don't remember," Xu Zhibian stopped, "One year you built a snowman in the flower bed of the community - we lived in the same community at that time."

Fu Luojia looked at the familiar gravel field, and his breathing became heavier.He knew that there was a window sill facing this side, if there were people there, they could see Xu Zhiyan and himself.

"You asked me what I should call it, and I said Huohuo. If you don't want to, you have to call it mother."

"..."

"And then it melted overnight, and you almost cried when you saw the puddle—"

"Okay..." Fu Luojia grabbed Xu Zhijian's hand that was stretched into his neck.

Xu Zhiman broke free, continued to move his fingers backwards, pulled up the hood of the sweater and put it on his head.The hat was rather broad, and the brim hung down over his eyes.

Then Xu Zhijian grabbed the left and right sides of the hat, wrapped around his head and kissed him.

The temperature of the lips and tongue contrast sharply with the snowy night.

"Do you want to go upstairs and have a look?" The obstacle in front of him was removed, and passers-by with their necks shrunk hurried past in the corner of their vision. "What if the green radish really blooms?"

……

Because it was too cold, the animal's desire to move was reduced, and the following week was peaceful and peaceful.

Exams have been reduced and self-study has increased. Fu Luojia sat in the office until his back hurts.Taking the opportunity of printing materials, he bought another set of interior decoration paintings online.The content of the painting is nothing new, it is a few of Van Gogh's many sunflowers.

Although these heavy, big-faced flowers cannot make people happy from now on, at least they are desperately implying "you are very happy" and "you are very happy" to those who see them.

More suitable for fucking.

On weekends, he cleaned the living room, watered the flowers and plants, wiped the dust from the furniture, and opened the windows of several rooms to let in the sunshine after the snow.

——The house is not as chaotic as he imagined, the dirt on the ground has been cleaned up long ago, only the air is cloudy due to too long confinement.

The wall of the master bedroom is too empty, it should be decorated, otherwise it will look like a sick room.

"When she comes back, I will be with you." Xu Zhibian whispered in his ear when he entered him, "Is that okay?"

All he could do then was to nod.When he stopped to take a rest, he looked over Xu Zhijian's shoulder and saw a row of certificates and awards on the third floor of the bookcase, as well as a special microphone-shaped trophy.

They are arranged too neatly.He took these insignificant honor certificates home and no longer cared about their whereabouts, but the collection here is very complete.

"I'm still..." Scared, terrified, irritable, and at a loss.But these are within the tolerance range.

He could only count on what his father said again—that everything would pass.

Anyway, I won't change anything.He thought so, and then hugged Xu Zhijian even tighter.

It was only cold outside at this time.

Another place where the seasons are like spring is the office, and the hot air from the air conditioner often makes his face blush.When Xu Zhilian came into the office—ever since he got fourth place in the county exam, he was forced by Chen Feng to ask questions from the teachers of various subjects every day—when he saw him, he always liked to suddenly help him manually cool it down when no one was paying attention.

Mr. Ye criticized him several times because of the excessive scribbles on the composition paper, so he stopped writing English compositions in the office.

It was also at this time that he vaguely felt that Teacher Ye knew something, but she never pierced the window paper, so he naturally acted as if nothing had happened.

He doesn't care what Teacher Ye thinks, it won't affect him.She doesn't seem to change her attitude towards him just because she knows something.

It may be because of his significantly improved Chinese performance.In short, she kept silent about everything for the time being.

From the bottom of his heart, Fu Luojia hoped that it would be the same when his mother came back, although it was obviously impossible.

Christmas is coming soon.The school did everything possible to suppress the enthusiasm of the students, especially senior high school students, for this imported product, but unfortunately things backfired.

After all, Christmas has a meaning of "Valentine's Day" in China.The gift card unscrupulously covered the five-year college entrance examination and the three-year simulation, and the pen that just filled in the composition paper with "ideal is a lamp" wrote "Only I understand your fragility" on the pink letter paper.

Fu Luojia has no interest in this.Christmas Eve was Wednesday, and he slept peacefully in the dormitory for the night—the next day he had an exam.

Until a tender pink envelope appeared on his desk, on which it was written: "Forward to Xu Zhijian".