That guy teases me every day without knowing it

Qi Yan saw the "Closed Business" sign hanging on the door, and looked at Cheng Yang suspiciously.

Cheng Yang didn't know what was going on, his family had never closed their business, and there was no one at home at the moment, and he didn't know where his mother and the old man had gone.

He took out his phone and sent a message to his mother.Luckily he had the key, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to get in the door.

Open the door, the table was spotless, the room was dark, Cheng Yang opened the door a little, the light from outside came in, and the room was instantly bright.

Cheng Yang walked into the kitchen first and found that the pot was dry. It seemed that his mother had been away for a while.

Open the refrigerator, after all, he runs a restaurant, and there are a lot of ingredients at home, Cheng Yang asked Qi Yan: "What do you want to eat?"

"What will you do?" Qi Yan asked.

Cheng Yang laughed as soon as he heard it, and raised his eyebrows: "If you can name it, I can do it."

Qi Yan knew that he was bragging again, so he really wanted to come up with a difficult dish to embarrass him, but after thinking about it for a while, he found that he couldn't name a few dishes at all.

He cleared his throat and said, "You can do whatever you want, no matter how unpalatable it is, I can accept it."

Cheng Yang curled his lips, turned around and took out two eggs: "Then I'll make some whatever I want."

Qi Yan nodded.

Cheng Yang was not in a hurry to fire, he first prepared the things to be used.Qi Yan watched him busy here and there, and always felt uncomfortable standing by the side, so he asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Cheng Yang looked at him, the suspicion in his eyes was undisguised: "Can you do it?"

Qi Yan was not happy when he heard it: "Say it, if you can get it done, you'll know when you get started."

"Okay." Cheng Yang was putting a handful of green onions into the water at the moment, he shook off the drops of water on his hands, "Wash this."

Qi Yan walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and the hand that was about to drop stopped abruptly in the air.

A handful of green onions floated on the water, Qi Yan looked at it, and suddenly didn't know what to do.After pausing for a while, he pressed the onion into the water with both hands, shook it, and fell over for a while.

Cheng Yang was chopping vegetables, so he took a look here and said, "Take off all the dried leaves and wash them twice."

"Oh, I see." Qi Yan responded, knowing how to wash.He picked out the onions one by one, picked off the dead ones, and kept the good ones.

Just such a thing, he worked on it for more than ten minutes.

Cheng Yang didn't urge him, he prepared everything else by himself, stood by and watched him make it for a while, and when Qi Yan finished it, he could start frying.

Qi Yan has never seen other people's cooking, maybe he saw his mother's cooking when he was a child, but he doesn't remember.Right now, he was standing by the side watching Cheng Yang fry.

Cheng Yang moved very neatly. Turn on the fire, put oil and salt, pour in the beaten eggs, add water, and when the water is hot, put them in, sprinkle chopped green onions, and a bowl of egg soup is ready.

Qi Yan was stunned for a while, and he came over to look at this bowl of soup, the egg-yellow soup with green green onion floating on it, it was quite pretty.

Cheng Yang glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curled up, and said, "How about it? Why don't you try a bite?"

Qi Yan shook his head.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Yang laughed out loud: "No, you are really afraid that it will taste bad? I'm not bragging, I just make something that tastes better than ordinary people's."

"No, I think the taste should be okay, I just wait for us to eat together." Qi Yan raised his head, "What else do you want to fry?"

"Green pepper shredded pork." Cheng Yang said, washing the pot and putting the chopped green peppers in.

When this dish is ready, it is served on the table, one dish and one soup are placed on the table, it is quite like that.

After tidying up, Qi Yan took a sip of soup first.

"How is it?" Cheng Yang asked, with some expectation in his eyes.

Qi Yan didn't speak for a while, the smile on Cheng Yang's face slowly faded, he thought for a while: "Did I forget to add salt?"

"No." Qi Yan didn't look at him, "It's delicious."

"Really?" Cheng Yang took a sip by himself, there was nothing wrong with it, he did it very seriously today, and he was quite satisfied with the taste.He was a little helpless: "No, why do you react like this, I think it's not delicious."

Qi Yan smiled at him, did not explain, his eyes were astringent from the mist in the soup, he buried his head to eat without Cheng Yang seeing him.

Qi Yan had a good appetite, and he ate three bowls of rice in total. By the time he finished eating, the two dishes had bottomed out.Cheng Yang had something to worry about, so he didn't eat much. Seeing Qi Yan stop his chopsticks, he stopped too, and got up to clean up: "Go upstairs and sit for a while, sleep on my bed if you're sleepy, and I'll clean up."

Qi Yan also got up: "Don't, I can wash the dishes."

Cheng Yang smiled: "Okay, free labor, no need for nothing."

The cool water slipped through his fingers and washed on the plate. Cheng Yang squeezed some dish soap, and the viscous liquid formed balls of foam as soon as it was washed by the water, covering Cheng Yang's fair and slender hands. Wipe the bowl with a towel, wash it once and then rinse it twice with clean water. Qi Yan took over the bowl he washed and wiped it with a dry cloth, then put it in the cupboard.

After washing the dishes, Cheng Yang told Qi Yan to go up first, he cleaned up the kitchen before coming up, Qi Yan didn't think much, and went upstairs directly.

When Qi Yan was no longer in sight, Cheng Yang took out his mobile phone, and his mother sent him a message back:

- My dad and I have something to do in Nancheng. You take good care of yourself at home. The store will stop for a few days and you will be graduating. You should also go to school more often. Don't stay at home alone all day...

There were a lot of instructions later, Cheng Yang let out a sigh of relief, why can't he call him and tell him, why don't he take the trouble to type a lot of words?Don't tell him before you leave.

When Cheng Yang went upstairs, Qi Yan was holding a book and saw him coming up, pointed to the book and asked him: "You wrote this?"

Qi Yan randomly flipped through a few books just now, and found that none of the books had handwriting on them, some were thoughts, some were annotations, the ink marks were new and some were old, the old man's eyes are not good, so it can't be written by him, Cheng Yang's business is so good , His mother is too busy every day, so she probably doesn't have much time to read. Thinking about it this way, these notes are probably Cheng Yang's.

The handwriting is beautiful, the lines are not floating, the grass is not crazy, and each stroke contains a different style.

To be honest, he really didn't think that such a powerful word belonged to Cheng Yang.

"Ah." Cheng Yang nodded.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful, I can't tell it." Qi Yan boasted.

"Really?" Cheng Yang didn't expect that he didn't boast this time, and his reaction was a little flat, even a little embarrassed.He scratched his head, "The old man taught you stroke by stroke, and there is no difference."

Qi Yan nodded, and suddenly remembered something, he asked: "The picture hanging in your space, was it you who wrote it?"

"Huh?" Cheng Yang was stunned for a while when he heard Qi Yan's words, and then suddenly laughed, "It was written a long time ago, and I don't even remember it."

Qi Yan thought about it, the brushwork in the space is indeed relatively immature, but it is full of momentum. In such a comparison, Cheng Yang's current handwriting seems to hide the edges and corners, and is much more restrained.

Cheng Yang also took a book from the bookshelf, pulled a chair and sat next to Qi Yan, opened the book, and there was a wooden bookmark inside, Cheng Yang took out a pen from the pen holder, and seriously Look at the book.

Qi Yan glanced at Cheng Yang first, but he didn't expect Cheng Yang to be quite absorbed in reading, and he immediately entered the state, and he didn't bother him.

Looking around, he didn't take a closer look when he came last time, but looking at it now, he can actually feel the bookish atmosphere of Cheng Yang's house from many details.

The bookshelf should not be made of ordinary materials. There are patterns carved on the corners, which are handled very delicately. There are pen holders on the desk, and a few wooden bookmarks are inserted among the various pens.

Although the few things in Cheng Yang's room were not specially bought as a set, and the colors were not the same, they were in harmony as a whole.

Looking back at Cheng Yang, Cheng Yang's pen was shaking now, and he was writing something on the book. There was an extra piece of draft paper on his right hand, and Cheng Yang wrote and drew on it from time to time.

Qi Yan looked at the book in his hand. He picked it up casually and didn't pay attention to the content. Now when he looked at the cover, he didn't expect a book about architecture, with a few pictures and scales on it. Qi Yan also couldn't understand it, seeing Cheng Yang marking something next to it, he didn't expect Cheng Yang to have researched these things, so he couldn't help admiring it.

He got up and put the book back to its original place, and looked again, trying to find out if he was interested. After looking around, he pulled out a copy of "Human Cihua", sat down and looked at it before feeling a little sleepy.

It's June, the weather is getting hotter, and it's inevitable to feel sleepy in the afternoon.

"Sleep for a while if you're sleepy." Cheng Yang suddenly said.

Qi Yan didn't expect this guy to be so absorbed in reading that he could still notice him. He scratched his head, thinking about sleeping on Cheng Yang's bed, he struggled for a while, then stood up: "Then I'll sleep for a while."

Qi Yan was lying on the bed with a thin quilt covering his body. He guessed that Cheng Yang had just changed the quilt cover, bed sheet and pillowcase, and the scent of soap was lingering on it.

Qi Yan closed his eyes and noticed that Cheng Yang's head was slightly lowered, and his eyes were looking at the book seriously.The sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a shadow on Cheng Yang's back.

This time Qi Yan fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, he was still in a daze, looking at the strange ceiling in a daze for a long time before realizing that he was at Cheng Yang's house right now.

He closed his eyes again, feeling that his thoughts were clear before turning over and getting out of bed.Cheng Yang was not in the room, and there was only a pen holder left on the desk where he was sitting before, and there were two chairs beside the desk, one of which had Qi Yan's coat draped over the back.

Qi Yan put on his jacket, took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen and saw that it was past four o'clock, he had slept for four hours, no wonder he felt dizzy after waking up.

Rubbing his temples, Qi Yan slowly went downstairs.He looked around the outer hall, but he didn't see Cheng Yang, so he paused and entered the kitchen. The kitchen was still as tidy as before. He remembered that Cheng Yang cleaned up the kitchen after eating.

He didn't know where Cheng Yang had gone right now, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call to Cheng Yang, but the call didn't go through, and the electronic voice said "the other party is in the middle of a call".

Qi Yan pulled a chair and sat down, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The author has something to say:

The author who fell asleep while coding in the middle of the night is kneeling here☆彡▽`)ノ I promise that next time I will code while sitting on the computer in the middle of the night and never lie down with my phone!

There should be no next time. . . .It's too painful, and it will still be updated every other day in the future, I hope the little angels don't dislike it, okay! (?▽`??)