Mosaic

It is rare for normal young boys to not move. After lying happily for a while, Ye Erke finally felt his whole body stiff, looking forward to going out to play.

However, Chu Han, who was always staring at him, frowned habitually: "It's just right, what should I do if it breaks again with your level of tossing? Do you really want to stay indoors until winter?"

"Oh, I'm so suffocated..." Ye Erke leaned on the sofa with his arms hanging, and couldn't help but lift up his clothes and pinch his fat belly: "Why do I have a tendency to gain weight? It must be because you bought too much meat." gone."

"I didn't force you to eat." Chu Han looked at him.

"Why are you laughing! I will regain my figure soon!" Ye Erke was angry.

Chu Han ignored this guy's noise and put on the blindfold to rest.

Ye Erke asked curiously, "Speaking of which, your house hasn't been installed yet? Are you going to move?"

"Not yet." Chu Han didn't change his face.

Ye Erke peeked at him, then drooped his eyebrows depressedly.

Chu Han already understood this person's temperament very well, even if he couldn't see him, he knew what he looked like, and comforted him: "When the doctor says you can walk, I will accompany you out for a stroll. thing."

"Oh." Ye Erke agreed.

Chu Han asked, "What do you want to eat today?"

Ye Erke said, "Porridge with preserved egg and lean meat."

Facing the ordering that was getting more and more weird, Chu Han was desperate: "How do I do this?"

Ye Erke came to the end: "It's easy, let me guide you, my mother used to cook for me every morning."

Before Chu Han could answer, the door of the old house was slammed, accompanied by an enthusiastic voice: "Teacher Chu, are you home?"

I don't know the specific reason, but the current Yuyao made Ye Erke feel more creepy than before, and he couldn't help twisting his face: "Why is this pervert coming again?"

Chu Han took off the blindfold and looked back silently.

Ye Erke quickly waved his hand: "I didn't say you were perverted, I just can't stand him."

Only then did Chu Han get up and go to greet the guests.

Yuyao was originally a pretty boy. He dressed up carefully when he appeared on the pretext of visiting patients. Of course he was dazzling under the sun. He smiled when the door opened, and happily picked up the gift box in his hand: " Hello teacher."

Chu Han didn't answer, and was a little tired and lazy: "Why, come and see Ye Erke?"

"No." Yu Yao squeezed into the room without hesitation: "The comics I showed you last time, I drew some more. I wonder if there will be any drama if I submit to a physical magazine?"

"No drama, no washing, no drama!" Ye Erke paralyzed Ge You on the sofa, and said angrily, "A person who is more serious about makeup than painting, can have any drama."

"I'm not as knowledgeable as an outsider." Yu Yao put the gift box on the coffee table and said, "Go and eat."

Ye Erke, who was about to be dismissed, twitched his lips, really wanting to find a monk to take this monster away.

Since it was a guest after all, Chu Han didn't say anything rude, and went to the kitchen to make juice out of habit.

Ye Erke snorted softly: "Don't think I don't know, you are trying to seduce Chu Han, what kind of comics do you read, can you be so motivated?"

"So what?" Yu Yao bent down and looked at him with a smile, "Don't tell me you like Teacher Chu too?"

"Bah, bah, don't confuse me with you." Ye Erke hugged the puppy tightly in fright.

"So - it's better for you to get in the way less than anything else. A bad guy's marriage will be struck by lightning." Yu Yao stared at him with peach blossom eyes, and when Chu Han returned to the living room, he became full of smiles and took out his sketchbook. began to ask for advice.

Ye Erke, who was still sitting there, gradually became unhappy when he heard them talk about topics he didn't understand, like a salted fish.

-

Ginger, shallots, preserved eggs, lean meat and rice.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Chu Han stood in the kitchen with folded arms, thinking hard about the materials that the supermarket boy had just arrived.

Ye Erke, who had vowed to teach him at first, backtracked on his promises, and sat in the living room flipping through veterinary textbooks after he groaned and stopped eating.

What can be done in the face of such a wayward child?

Chu Han had no choice but to search for recipes on the Internet, and hesitantly took out the knives that Wang Jia and the others had left here.

He's been far from the kitchen all his life.

When he was young, his father didn't know where he was at all, and all his mother could give him when he came back from work late at night was always greasy takeaway or cold leftovers.

When I was studying and when I first started working, I silently followed everyone to eat in the cafeteria.

After being imprisoned, prison meals were divided into several years.

Later, he became a cartoonist who seemed to be "two poems that don't touch the spring water".

All in all, nothing to do with fireworks.

But for the Chinese, the word home must always be associated with the fire in front of us, right?

Chu Han sighed deeply, and slowly shredded the ginger.

Ye Erke, who had no reason to be angry, heard the movement, leaned on his crutches and approached in a low voice: "You really cook porridge, I just talked about it."

"Anyway, I have to eat every day, so it's better to eat what you like." Chu Han replied.

Ye Erke puffed up his mouth, hesitating again and again, but he couldn't control his mouth: "Don't waste time with Yuyao, okay, he doesn't really want to learn how to draw, could it be that you have taken a fancy to him?"

"I don't like it." Chu Han said concisely.

"Then let him stop making trouble, so there will be no peace." Ye Erke said immediately.

Chu Han smiled: "Isn't Yuyao your friend? You should be the one to say that you lured him here so that he doesn't show up."

"He won't listen to me." Ye Erke's skin turned cold when he mentioned the male fox.

Faced with the childish emotions of not wanting to be shared with people who are gradually getting closer, Chu Han inevitably found it interesting, and deliberately did not respond any further.

Ye Erke really stopped talking sullenly, holding on to his crutches and humming angrily.

What a childish temper.

It may be the reason for painting all the year round. Chu Han does things in a pleasing and slow manner. It can be seen that he is unfamiliar with the operation of knives, but the sliced ​​ginger is still uniform in thickness and neat.

Ye Erke stared at it for a while, and couldn't help saying: "Actually, you are quite talented. Why do you act like a gentleman far away from the kitchen?"

"Can you still speak ancient Chinese?" Chu Han smiled back at him, and asked, "Do you want to cut the meat too?"

Ye Erke nodded.

Chu Han put the shredded ginger on the plate, put a piece of ruddy pork on the chopping board, and raised the chef's knife.

It never occurred to him that the illness that was always hanging in the air like a shadow would break out at this time.

Ye Erke watched Chu Han press the knife to his finger, screamed in fright, dropped his crutch and rushed over, saying, "Brother, what are you doing?!"

Bright red blood gushed out instantly.

Chu Han closed his eyes and supported the chopping board, breathing a little short of breath.

No matter what kind of doctor it is, Ye Erke has professional knowledge after all.

He hurriedly found the rubber band that tied the vegetable bag next to him and strangled his index finger, then hurried to make a phone call.

Chu Han was sweating coldly from the pain, but he still tried his best to calmly order: "Help me contact Qiuci."

-

It's true that the relationship has been a little tense recently, but Qiu Ci is a reliable person after all.

He quickly rushed to the nearest hospital, accompanied Chu Han to buy medicine with stitches, and it was already dark when he came back.

Ye Erke, who was left at home because of his limited mobility, was very scared. He sat at the door and waited for a long time. Seeing Qiuci's car slowly approaching, he quickly set up his crutches and rushed over to ask: " How are you, are you in pain?"

Chu Han's expression was normal, and he got out of the car and smiled: "It's all right, have you eaten yet?"

"How can you be in the mood to eat? What did you do? You cut directly on your finger, it scared me to death!" Ye Erke still did not forget the horrific scene, and he touched his short hair with a tangled face.

Chu Han, who has always been tolerant, of course did not intend to explain.

Who knew that the dark-faced Qiu Ci suddenly went into a rage, cursing: "Please be a little self-conscious, don't you know if he has myopia? It's not convenient to live in normal life, but he even asked Chu Han to cook, manga If my hands can no longer draw, his life will be over!"

Ye Erke, who was completely ignorant, was scolded into a daze: "...what's wrong?"

A certain kind of cold breath rose from Chu Han's heart little by little. He looked at Qiu Ci slowly, and his voice was not even a trace of friendliness: "It's my own business to do what I do, and it's my own choice to cook. It's not enough. It's my own fault to be careful, what are you shouting?"

"Chu Han, you're simply obsessed with ghosts." Qiu Ci said with hatred.

"It's you who is obsessed with ghosts." Chu Han thought that he would never be able to pierce that window paper, and would always treat this man as a friend, a benefactor, and a partner, but he knew that Qiuci wanted it, but he couldn't afford it. So when Ye Erke stared at me innocently and blankly, he opened his mouth naturally: "What right do you have to talk about my privacy so loudly? Don't you know how to respect me? I don't know how to respect me anytime. I don’t need you to speak for me, you are nothing to me.”

After he finished speaking, he frowned and strode into the room, leaving the one big and one small who were almost petrified outside.

-

Although summer is coming soon, the air in the middle of the night is still cool.

Ye Erke shivered instantly after regaining consciousness, and then asked: "What disease do you think Chu Han has, what's wrong with him..."

How could Qiu Ci be in the mood to chat with Ye Erke at this time, he struggled to breathe several times before he found the strength to sit in the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly.

Ye Erke stood there with Monk Zhang Er, unable to make out his mind, suddenly felt his trouser legs being pulled, and found that it was Chu Dudu who squeezed through the crack of the door.

He had no choice but to touch him with his crutches: "Let's go home, let's go home and see Uncle Chu, it turns out that he still loses his temper. The sun really came out from the west."