Mr. Turtle who lives opposite

When Cheng Yijia got home, he took a hot bath for Sanliu first, and then struggled to blow-dry it before he had time to slump on the sofa for a while.

The person I met just now looked too thin, but he could see that his facial features were exquisite, giving him the feeling of a vampire who had been sleeping in an ancient castle for thousands of years, full of depression.

When people face people and things they have never been in contact with, they will have the urge to find out.If you think it is not a threat to yourself, this impulse will often be put into action.

Cheng Yijia decided to visit the man who lived across the street.

The stuffing of cabbage and shiitake mushrooms was marinated before going out in the morning. At seven o'clock in the evening, Cheng Yijia turned on the TV and watched the news broadcast while making dumplings.

The dumpling wrappers were bought ready-made at the supermarket, and by the end of the news broadcast, he had already made a whole plate of dumplings.

When the water starts bubbling, put the dumplings into the pot one by one. When the outer skin turns into a soft burnt effect, the dumplings are almost cooked.

Cheng Yijia first put out a plate for himself and put it on the dining table, then picked a new plate from the cupboard that had not been opened and scalded it with hot water before putting all the remaining dumplings in the pot into it.

After returning to the bedroom, he changed into a set of clothes that looked homely, but he knocked on the door opposite.

The man seemed to have just woken up, his eyelids were drooping, his body smelled faintly of jasmine essential oil, his irregularly curly long hair was messy, and he looked more obedient.

Cheng Yijia hung up his usual gentle smile to the children, and said, "Hi, my name is Cheng Yijia, and I live across from you. I just moved here last week, and I haven't had time to visit. I just made some dumplings today and brought them here. You try it."

He seems to be a person with a slow pace of life, and Cheng Yijia guesses that he should be a freelancer.

He raised his hand to touch his red earlobe, his eyes fixed on the steaming dumplings, and his voice was a little nasal: "You, hello, my name is Zhu Ze."

Cheng Yijia suspected that he must have caught a cold, maybe he would also have a fever. Although the long hair on both sides covered most of his cheeks, he could still see some abnormal reddishness.

Cheng Yijia handed over the dumplings and asked, "Are you sick?"

Zhu Ze stretched out both hands to take the plate, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, no, I'm not sick."

Cheng Yijia put on his smile again, resisting the desire to touch his hair, which was comparable to Sanliu, and waved his hand politely: "You're welcome, I will take care of you in the future."

Zhu Ze let out a hmm from his throat, and raised his hand to wave, but his eyes still did not fall on Cheng Yijia.

After waiting for Cheng Yijia to enter the door for a while, he heard the sound of the door closing from the opposite side.

Sanliu followed the restaurant wagging his tail, the dumplings were still steaming, just the right temperature not to burn his mouth.Cheng Yijia moved the Sanliu's dog food to the table, and one person and one dog ate their meals. The warm yellow lamp shone on them, making them look extra warm.

After eating and clearing up, Cheng Yijia nestled on the recliner on the balcony to read a book as usual.

At nine o'clock in the evening, there was no light from the next door, and it looked like an empty room with no one in it.

Today's attention is very scattered, the book is in front of my eyes, and my thoughts drift to other places when I look at it.

It seems that there is really an inexplicable feeling among the same kind. The first time he saw Zhu Ze, he could almost confirm that the man was gay.

Cheng Yijia didn't know if Zhu Ze felt him, but it didn't matter to him.

When the knock on the door rang, he raised his hand and looked at his watch. It had been an hour since he usually lay down.