come to my house to sleep

15.

It was past nine in the morning.

When Fan Li first started painting, he received Wen Xingyun's WeChat——

"I'm off to work."

"Go to City H and be a guest at a friend's concert."

"Come back by high-speed train at night."

Too detailed explanation.

Fan Li was a little flattered.

Think again and again, delete, delete, modify, and finally return——

"Come on. O(∩_∩)O"

Then wait anxiously for a reply.

No reply yet.

It was in vain that it took him an hour before he was able to continue painting.

It's past nine o'clock in the evening.

Fan Li finished his day's work, read enough idle books, listened to enough music, and swiped enough Weibo.

A person quietly in a daze at home, a little lonely.

Simply go to tidy up the kitchen and count all the ingredients again, so that we can arrange three meals for the next few days.

Go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator.

There are fruit vinegar, fruit beer, fruit juice, rice wine, and sauces in the refrigerator.

There are taro, rice cakes, chicken, chestnuts, and small glutinous rice balls in the freezer.

Looking at them, suddenly hungry.

I started to think about whether I still have brown sugar at home.

At this moment, WeChat rang again.

Fan Li took out his phone and couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

It was the one he was expecting.

Wen Xingyun sent one and another:

"I am back."

"I just realized I forgot to bring the key."

"The spare key is at Yin Che's place."

"But he went to Hengdian to work."

"Can you take me in again tonight?"

"Still sleeping on the sofa, okay?"

"I'm at your door."

Holding the mobile phone, Fan Li walked lightly and quickly to the entrance.

He opened the door and was taken aback.

Standing outside the door, Wen Xingyun was dressed in a splendid attire, his hair was carefully groomed, and his facial features were exquisitely contoured, as if he had just stepped out of a big screen.

Originally, he was looking down at his mobile phone, but when he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his face. He also had a dazed expression, but his eyes were picturesque, so beautiful that his heart stopped beating.

But it was not the first time for Fan Li to see him, and he was able to quickly adjust his mood and expression.

Then he restrained himself from laughing, and said to him lightly: "No."

"Why?" Wen Xingyun looked in disbelief, even aggrieved.

"Because..." Fan Li couldn't help but laughed out loud, "I bought a new bed."

After entering the house, Wen Xingyun looked around and asked casually, "What were you doing just now?"

Fan Li closed the door, turned on the heating and air conditioner, and said, "I tidy up the kitchen, and then I feel like eating."

Wen Xingyun turned his head, his eyes brightened, "I want to eat too."

After speaking, he went straight to the kitchen, and said as he walked, "They had a dinner together, but I wanted to come back early, so I didn't go. I didn't feel it in the car. You will be hungry as soon as you talk about it."

Cool in winter nights.

The heating and air conditioning has just been turned on, and the restaurant has not yet warmed up.

For ventilation, Fan Li opened half of the small kitchen window, and small gusts of cold wind came in.

After a little hesitation, he took out three open fire stoves, put bamboo boards on the dining table, and cooked braised taro, cabbage rice cake, and chestnut chicken respectively.

After thinking about it again, I took out the fourth small open flame stove, placed it in a standard and beautiful square, boiled a pot of hot water, and then immersed a pot of glutinous rice wine in the hot water.

Then, take out a small dish of kimchi, sour and crisp cucumber and white radish.

While the small stoves were cooking and warming the wine, he finally remembered what he wanted to eat... So he made two more small bowls of brown sugar glutinous rice balls and served them on the table.

I also sat down with the small glutinous rice balls on the table.

"It's finally gone," Wen Xingyun stretched out his hands to warm the fire, and smiled happily and teasingly, "Are we going to talk all night?"