love is perfect

When Huo Yang entered, the room was dark and the lights were not turned on, so he turned on the switch in confusion.

The sudden bright light made him frown, and he could see clearly the messy pile of books on the floor, which were almost piled up on the carpet at the door.Huo Yang had never seen such a mess in Yu Luo's house.

He quickly changed into his slippers in the hallway and walked up the stairs.

The bedroom lights were on, and there were sounds of moving things inside.Huo Yang knocked on the door and smiled at the people inside.With his back facing him, Yu Luo squatted on the ground to organize the bookshelves, then turned her head and waved her arms.The bookshelf in the bedroom has been emptied, and the books are placed on the dark green suede sofa next to it.

"Help me move this stack of magazines to the first floor, and walk carefully."

"Well, why are you tossing the bookshelf all of a sudden?"

Yu Luo took out the reference books on the bottom floor and stacked them on the floor. He sat down on the edge of the sofa, picked up a mug and took a sip of water, "The books you brought back are still on the balcony, there is no place Put, put this shelf in your bedroom."

Huo Yang carried down the heavy stack of academic journals, put them on the coffee table, and carried his own books on the balcony back upstairs.

"Did you have meal?"

"I'm not very hungry, if you are hungry, order a takeaway." Yu Luo picked up a piece of paper and looked at it.

"I'm actually okay, why don't we talk about it after we finish collecting the books." Huo Yang picked up his phone and opened the software, and all the coupons had expired.He raised his head and glanced at the paper in Yu's hand.

The book category is listed in detail on the paper. The literature category lists the writers of each era in chronological order and nationality. The mathematics monographs and physics books use a very unique method, classifying them according to the difficulty of learning. several grades.

Huo Yang nodded, "Classification of books in the library? Your last method is not bad, but it can also be done in the literature category. The humanities and social sciences are the same. It is more suitable to go from easy to difficult. There is no need to read the works of one author. years, unless you specialize in one area."

"My books are all simple literature books, nothing difficult. There are some I want to read but I haven't bought them yet." Yu Luo smiled, roughly divided the books he took out into three stacks.

The bookshelf is not big, and it can be divided into several parts. After dismantling it, the two easily moved it to Huo Yang's room. There was an empty space next to the window, and it happened to be a small bookshelf.

The two of them carried Huo Yang's book on the balcony two or three times.Huo Yang sorted it out in a similar way.

Yu Luo stood aside and looked at these books with some curiosity, sometimes flipping through them with his hands, and closing them again.From the corner of Huo Yang's eyes, he saw his seriously lowered eyebrows, and a soft silk-like warmth began to spread in his heart.

Twenty thousand miles in my heart.

Yu Luo raised his head and smiled, "I really like this book in college." The orange halo at dusk enveloped his body, and the softness in his eyes was covered with furry touch, which made Huo Yang want to stroke it. I felt my mouth suddenly go dry.

"What book?" He collected himself and looked down at the book in Yu Luo's hand.

"You should have read all of Hölderlin's poems." Yu Luo smiled self-deprecatingly with one corner of his mouth curled up.

Huo Yang looked at his smile, and remembered that although Yu Luo was not a partial subject in high school, his performance in liberal arts could not be compared with that in science, so he naturally went to study science.

Only Huo Yang remembered that one day Yu Luo lowered his head and asked himself softly what Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Forest" was about, and he wanted to visit Norway.

At that time, Huo Yang told him solemnly that the book had nothing to do with Norway.

Yu Luo seemed very embarrassed, Huo Yang didn't know how to take care of other people's emotions at that time.

Yu Luo looked at it for a while in front of the cabinet where the portfolio was placed, and laughed twice, "At that time, I thought that Murakami's book was about Norway."

"Then have you been to Norway?" Huo Yang put down the book in his hand and looked into his eyes.

Yu Luo came over to help him continue to organize the books, standing them up in the bookcase, one by one.He suddenly reached out and touched the top of Huo Yang's head, "So you are a double spinner, the old man said that double spinners are smart."

"You...I...are very smart..." Huo Yang stayed where he was because of the sudden touch.

"Norway is beautiful...it's also very cold..." Yu Luo looked at Huo Yang's side face, the light hid half of his body in the darkness, his cheeks showed lines, and his gaze became gentle.His voice is very low and deep, as if he was driving across the border between Switzerland and Norway in the winter of that year.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when all the books were sorted out.Huo Yang insisted on cleaning, and Yu Luo went to the kitchen to make some simple dinner. He cooked eight-treasure porridge for two people in a small ceramic pot. For Huo Yang's taste, he deliberately did not put rock sugar, chopped peanuts, walnuts and sesame seeds in the porridge. Cover the top with a layer.There is meat sauce that was chopped earlier in the refrigerator, Yu Luo looked at Huo Yang who was spread out on the sofa, and planned to make a pork pie.

After serving it out, Yu Luo insisted on running on the treadmill for half an hour, and then started to eat after taking a shower.

Huo Yang, who was already full of wine and food, took out a box with gray packaging. Yu Luo knew this chocolate shop. The school would give benefits to female teachers on Women's Day. It was a very high-end shop. He didn't know how it tasted, and the price never too low.

It was probably a gift for someone, or someone who received it. Yu Luo turned his gaze back to the dining table, staring at the seemingly simple meal.

Huo Yang put it on the table dawdly, then said casually, "The shopping mall is doing activities."

Yu Luo raised his eyes from the table, and looked at the box with some doubts. He was right, it was the same store, and his house never had discounts.He looked at Huo Yang and said nothing.

"Ah, I was going to buy a pack of tissues, but I was anxious, so I just bought it."

"Why are you so anxious to buy this?" Yu Luo took it over and glanced at it, "hazelnut" was written in italics on the corner, and there was a beautiful dark background pattern on the wrapping paper.

"I don't know what flavor you like at all, just buy whatever you like."

"But you have to try. If it doesn't work, I'll run with you for another two hours?"

Yu Luo: "..." So I bought it for myself to eat.

"I thought some little girl gave it to you." Yu Luo took a sip of the porridge, scooped up half a spoonful with a blue and white porcelain spoon, and slowly put it into his mouth after puffing.

"There are not many girls in our company, and some of them like to drool on the girls' thighs all day long."

After drinking the porridge, Yu Luo broke off a piece of chocolate and tasted it. He looked at Huo Yang as if he wanted to see something. His expression was indifferent, as if what he had eaten was a tasteless stone, and he was not even half happy. .Huo Yang's heart sank a little.

The chocolate is hazelnut-flavored, much like the one that Huo Yang stuffed into his mouth when he was a child. The sweetness is very light, but the taste of cocoa is strong.Yu Luo narrowed his eyes.

Great taste.

"I'll make you a cheese cocoa tart tomorrow."

"Remuneration?"

"Deposit."