[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

The kitchen of the wooden house is small, but it has all internal organs, and there are many fresh ingredients in the refrigerator.

Shi Kuang took out the eggs and anchovy shrimp from the refrigerator, put them on the kitchen counter, and then hugged Truman from behind with his arms. Truman had just finished cooking the rice, and his palm was on the back of his hand:

<What else do you want to eat>

Shi Kuang felt that cooking was more difficult than killing people, so he clasped fingers with him in a daze:

<I don't know how to help>

Truman laughed. He originally wanted to tease him, but when he sensed the uneasiness in his heart, he couldn't bear it at all. Even if it was a joke, how could he know that he wouldn't misunderstand him, but Truman still couldn't bear it.So Truman carried him to the side of the cooking table, while kissing him, he rubbed his fingers on his body with provocative love words:

<I like it when you look at me>

Although Shi Kuang's expression was still cold, Truman saw him smiling, and he smiled happily.

Truman soaked the shrimp in the water, found a clean toothbrush, and cleaned each shrimp meticulously one by one. After pinching off the head, he began to clean the shrimp thread.He didn't raise his head during the whole process, but he could feel Shi Kuang's fiery eyes, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes.

The air between the two is full of happiness.

Satisfied and happy.

As described in Whitman's poem -

AGlimpse through an interstice caught,  …

OfayouthwholovesmeandwhomIlove, silentlyapproachingandseatinghimselfnear, thatthemayholdmebythehand,…

There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking a little, perhaps not a word.

I caught a glimpse of a young man whom I loved so much approaching quietly,

sit next to me just to hold my hand

……

The two of us together, content and happy, spoke little, not even a word.

........................

Anchovy prawns wrapped in egg whites were taken out of the oil pan and neatly placed on a plate. The curled prawn tails were as red as flames, and the aroma wafted up, making the gluttons in the stomach want to move.

Before the rice was cooked, Truman raised his head and asked him while peeling the shrimp, "Have you eaten today?"

When the white and tender shrimp meat was brought to his mouth, Shi Kuang opened his mouth and was about to touch the shrimp meat, but the shrimp meat disappeared. Shi Kuang stared straight at Truman with doubts written in his eyes.

Truman asked again, "Have you eaten today?"

Shi Kuang shook his head.

Truman's movements paused slightly. Seeing his heartless appearance, he knew that he had long been used to it. He wanted to educate him in his heart, but in the end he had already delivered the shrimp meat to his mouth. Shi Kuang's eyes flashed , quickly took a bite of the shrimp, and when he chewed it, his eyes lit up instantly, and the word delicious was written all over his face.

Truman loved his reaction so much that he had long forgotten about educating him, and started feeding him wholeheartedly. When the plate of shrimp was finished, Shi Kuang's bright eyes were still asking him: Is there any more?

Truman couldn't help laughing, washed his hands, took out the rice, and knocked the eggs into the bowl, "Eat fried rice with eggs later." While talking, he heated up the pot and poured oil, his movements were flowing, and soon a plate of eggs The fried rice was served in front of Shi Kuang.

The steaming fried rice with eggs is loose and loose, with distinct grains, and each grain of rice is golden yellow.The softness of the egg is perfectly matched with the fragrance of the rice, and the two are in love with each other, blending together ambiguously. The egg liquid completely wraps the rice, and the fragrance is tangy and appetizing.

Shi Kuang held the plate of fried rice with eggs, sniffed it, his eyes were bright, he took the spoon that Truman handed over, stuffed his mouth full, and ate it quickly, even a grain of rice. Nothing is wasted.

Truman asked with a smile, "Are you full?"

Shi Kuang nodded and asked him silently, "Why don't you eat?"

"Ah, I'm not hungry."

"But you haven't eaten today—are you picky eaters again?"

Seeing his accusation, Truman, who deliberately put on a stern face and prepared to teach him with his own example, couldn't help laughing.

Shi Kuang asked, "Are you angry just now?"

"Well. Tell me, why should I be angry?"

"Because I don't eat and I always get hurt, you feel bad."

"Yeah, I feel bad."

Shi Kuang stared at him without blinking, and tapped on his heart:

<If you are not picky eaters, I will eat well>

Truman was slightly taken aback.

Well, caught off guard.

Was defeated by an army.

……

Truman grabbed the back of his hand and moved his fingers slightly:

<Then are you still hurt>

Shi Kuang thought about it seriously,

<Now I'm so powerful, they can't hurt me>

The fingers paused for a moment, and added another sentence:

<except you>

Truman's throat tightened, looking at those black and white eyes, listening to the love words beating with his heart, he thought that he should have fallen completely, this life has fallen on him.Even though he hadn't seen him yet, he felt this way the moment he saw the yellow rose.

At some point, the breaths of the two were getting closer and hotter.

Sitting on the cooking table, Shi Kuang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and his lips parted slightly, which induced Truman to kiss him hard...

The two of them separated after the kiss was almost suffocating. Truman kissed the corner of his eyes comfortingly, "Be good, don't make trouble."

Shi Kuang stretched out his hand, stroking his Adam's apple that was sliding up and down:

--./.--/.--./.-/-.-/...-/-.--/--.-/-.-/.--/..-./.- /

It's not Morse code, it's encrypted.

His throat was itchy, and Truman asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the key?"

Shi Kuang half-closed his eyes nervously, hooked his neck, and kissed him proactively.

A jerky kiss.

Also his answer.

kiss.

The key is kiss, and the plaintext after decrypting with kiss is:

<I want you>

……

Truman's heart beat faster when he teased him, and the temperature of the kiss rose, becoming more and more passionate...

Shi Kuang was pressed on the cooking table, his eyes were wet and red, his clean eyes were stained with lust, his teeth clenched his lower lip, moaning silently; his white shirt was unbuttoned, his green body His chest was covered with fine and dense hickey marks, his trousers were pulled to the ground, his legs were separated, and wrapped around Truman's waist, his toes curled up due to irritation.And a pair of elegant hands are telling heart-pounding love words in the fragile place:

<I want to live with you,

on a small island,

At night,

Through the silent blackness,

kiss your face;

You lie down in my favorite position:

Frank, lazy, affectionate,

I want to do it to you,

Things to do with Buckeyes in Spring >

The author has something to say:

The flowering period of horse chestnut is March and April, that is, spring.

Adapted from Neruda's "Quierohacercontigoloquelaprim□□erahaceconloscerezos." A beautiful line.