fierce god

The cotton curtains blocked most of the light outside, only a little morning light sprinkled down from the gaps.

Gao Kun opened his eyes, and met another pair of clear and bright eyes.

Li Yinglan's eyes were not sleepy, and he didn't know when he woke up, but he didn't make a sound all the time, just maintained the posture of embracing Gao Kun and looked at each other silently.

Neither of them spoke. They stared at each other for a moment. It was Gao Kun who looked away first. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression was a little unnatural.

However, Gao Kun still said to Li Yinglan, "Good morning..." His tone was low, and the details seemed to be lingering. Obviously, the two of them have been in this situation for the past few days, but this morning there is something An indescribable atmosphere spread around him.

Li Yinglan looked the same as before, as if the kiss last night hadn't changed him in any way.

He asked Gao Kun: "Did you sleep well?"

Gao Kun nodded.

In fact, he couldn't sleep at first, he held Li Yinglan in his arms and felt a hot feeling coming from the bottom of his heart, but soon the urge to do something was filled by another longer and warmer feeling , The great psychological satisfaction is enough to drown out all Gao Kun's current thoughts, Li Yinglan is in his arms, this is more fulfilling than anything else.

Li Yinglan seemed to see some ups and downs in Gao Kun's eyes, he smiled, and suddenly said: "I didn't sleep well, I had a dream, a long, long dream."

Gao Kun asked cautiously: "What dream is it?"

Li Yinglan narrowed her eyes, as if recalling: "It's about the past, when we were young."

After speaking, she felt that Gao Kun's arm under her body tightened slightly, and Li Yinglan said, "It's good to say, let's have breakfast together and go to and from school together. In the evening, I will go to the sports meeting you participated in." , you won the sprint championship, and you got paid for your part-time job. On the way back, you treated me to a bowl of pork bone rice noodles. Said it was delicious..." At this point, Li Yinglan laughed out loud, "You explained that you invited me to eat, why do you need to tell me the taste?"

"Yinglan..." Gao Kun whispered.

"That's why I was very angry and hit you in my dream." Li Yinglan continued to laugh, raised her hand and gently touched the side of Gao Kun's face, "I hit hard, probably you felt the pain, and then left. "

"Yinglan, I..."

"You walked so fast, I called you from behind, but you didn't look back, leaving me alone..."

Li Yinglan looked at Gao Kun, but her eyes seemed to see a place far, far away through him.

He was still waiting to say more, but Gao Kun finally couldn't help interrupting him: "Yinglan, this is a dream, it's fake, we'll eat it tomorrow, pork bone rice noodles, tomorrow... I'm rich now. "

He seemed to be nervous about Li Yinglan's bewildered and empty eyes, and suddenly he circled her in front of him and hugged her tightly.

Li Yinglan leaned against his chest, bent her eyes and said, "Of course I know it's a lie. Would you leave me alone for such a small matter?"

Gao Kun was taken aback.

Li Yinglan slowly raised her head, approached Gao Kun, and asked, "Will you?"

Gao Kun pursed his lips and slowly shook his head: "No... no, definitely not..."

Li Yinglan looked straight into Gao Kun's pupils, as if she was looking into his heart through something, her gaze was even a bit sharp.

After a while he nodded with satisfaction: "So I didn't leave, I just stood there, I knew you would come back, I knew..."

While whispering, he leaned towards Gao Kun, his warm breath blended with Gao Kun's slightly disordered breathing, and the tip of his nose lightly brushed the other's cheek.

Perhaps out of habit, Gao Kun's current action was a reflex to resist, but then he realized that the two of them had broken through this layer of scruples, and his patience might be the harm to Li Yinglan.

So, when Li Yinglan's soft lips were printed little by little, Gao Kun didn't refuse any more, he even pressed Li Yinglan's back with his big hands and pulled him towards him, savoring the wonderful taste.

However, Li Yinglan raised her head just a little bit superficially, and even slammed Gao Kun who was trying to catch up.

"It's rare to wake up early, and I don't want to stay in bed." After saying these high-sounding words, Li Yinglan sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Because Gao Kun pressed his pajamas, his chest and back were all wrinkled, and there were two buttons on the neckline. He felt quite at ease, stretched his waist, and went to wash and wash easily.

But when he walked to the door, he turned around again, pointed at Gao Kun who still hadn't recovered from his senses, and said, "Don't move, you didn't take a shower yesterday, let me wipe it off for you."

Gao Kun paused when he stood up. He actually wanted to say that he could handle it, even taking a shower, but he was stared at by Li Yinglan, and then he lay back silently.

After a while, Li Yinglan came in with a water basin. He first went to check on Gao Kun's injuries. After a night, the bleeding had stopped and the bandages were also in good condition. Then Li Yinglan handed over a towel and began to wipe Gao Kun's body.

His movements were clumsy, not at all as leisurely as he looked on the surface, but Li Yinglan's eyes were extremely serious, probably knowing that he was inexperienced, so he did it slowly and carefully, except that the water was getting colder and colder. Where did it hurt Gao Kun.

After wiping her upper body, Li Yinglan was going to lift the quilt, but Gao Kun grabbed her hand.

"Let me do it myself..."

Li Yinglan twitched her wrist, but Gao Kun didn't let go. Li Yinglan lost her strength and didn't insist.

"Row."

He got up quickly and walked out.

After Gao Kun cleaned up by himself, changed his clothes and got out of bed, what he saw was the living room filled with smoke, and the smoke came from the kitchen.

Gao Kun hurriedly went there, and saw Li Yinglan who was taking a large bowl of water to pour on the stove.

Gao Kun was startled, and immediately snatched the bowl over, turned off the fire first, then picked up the pot and put it in the sink beside him, turned on the water and rushed in, after a while the smoke gradually dissipated, leaving behind A mass of unidentified objects in a cauldron.

Gao Kun studied for a while, then looked at Li Yinglan.

Li Yinglan raised her chin, maintained a calm expression, and said, "I want to fry some bacon, this stove is too old, it looks like it needs to be replaced."

Gao Kun wants to ask if you forgot to drain the oil?But seeing Li Yinglan's face, he just nodded: "Okay, it's changed..."

The next moment Li Yinglan rolled up her sleeves and wanted to touch the pot again, Gao Kun hurriedly stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Li Yinglan was puzzled: "Fry after brushing, this is breakfast."

"I'll come." Gao Kun said.

"Are you disabled or am I disabled?" Li Yinglan looked at him unhappily.

Gao Kun didn't think he was disabled, but if it wasn't him, then it must be Li Yinglan. He could only struggle and said, "I can still make breakfast."

"You can and I can." Li Yinglan had a rare encounter with him, and ignored Gao Kun's obstruction, she started washing herself.

Gao Kun watched his movements in embarrassment. Seeing that Li Yinglan's hands were soaking in cold water, he immediately turned on hot water for him and carefully adjusted the water temperature.

Li Yinglan glared at him: "Go away."

Under his dissatisfied gaze, Gao Kun could only quietly back away, but he was still watching the other party's every move anxiously at the kitchen door.

Li Yinglan could catch a glimpse of the probing person not far away from the corner of her eye. When he faced Gao Kun, he had a cold face, but when he turned around, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Facts have proved that he is not really ignorant. Li Yinglan has a smart head, because she is not proficient for a while, she will make some mistakes for a while, and she will not make repeated mistakes if she has failed before. Sandwiches were made.

Returning to the living room with two plates, Li Yinglan poured another glass of milk for each of them, and then motioned Gao Kun to have a taste.

Gao Kun took a bite carefully, then nodded: "It's delicious."

This guy's body and expression were completely dull, and the grin he was showing at the moment seemed exaggerated, which made Li Yinglan feel disobedient and suspicious.

He took a bite himself: "Why is it tasteless? Did I forget to put salt?"

As he said that, he took Gao Kun's again, but it was too late for Gao Kun to stop him. Li Yinglan's face immediately changed after taking a sip: "Why is yours so salty?"

"It's okay..." Gao Kun said.

Li Yinglan's eyes were blank, and Gao Kun swallowed his explanation again, but seeing Li Yinglan change hands and was about to throw things into the trash can, Gao Kun quickly blocked it.

"Edible."

"It's on the wrong side!" Li Yinglan said, "It's better to order takeaway." He was very frustrated with his ability in this area, and after waiting for a long time, he ended up eating this kind of food.

However, Gao Kun brought a knife from the kitchen, cut the bacon of the two in half, exchanged it with each other, and carefully sandwiched it into the bread.

"This should be okay."

Li Yinglan looked at the reprocessed sandwich, picked it up silently and observed it for a while, with a look of disgust on her face, but she still opened her mouth to eat.

Li Yinglan didn't go to the company that day, and he turned on his cell phone at noon, and immediately a series of ding ding ding rang, which should be all news, but he didn't even read it, so he just called Wan He and said yes I wanted to ask for two days off, and I didn't say the reason. I asked if it was possible, and hung up the phone after getting an affirmative answer.

After beating him, he looked at Gao Kun, raised his brows slightly, inexplicably making Gao Kun feel like a Persian cat waiting to pay tribute.

Gao Kun seemed to hesitate for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and called Boss Ma. He felt a little embarrassed about asking for leave all the time, but Boss Ma was very polite, and he agreed without asking for any reason. He plans to go back to his hometown, maybe take a few days off for a while.

In the afternoon, the two sat in the living room, one reading a book and the other watching a movie.In fact, when Li Yinglan and Gao Kun were together before, they didn't talk too much. Neither of them was a talkative person. Gu is busy.

The only difference is that the other party will find out any difficulties at the first time. For example, Yinglan used to do her homework. When encountering a problem that she didn't know, she almost didn't need him to call Gao Kun. As long as Gao Kun did the calculations on the draft paper a few times, she would know that Li Yinglan was stuck. , but he will not tell him the answer right away, but guide his thinking in a tactful way, and then immediately pick out a few similar questions, and let him do it by analogy, then Li Yinglan will not do it again next time. forget.

But this is within the scope of Gao Kun's control. If this is something he is not good at, he will not say anything more, just look at Li Yinglan silently, and the other party will naturally say what he wants to say. If he doesn't say anything, Gao Kun just stays with him .

Just like at this moment, Gao Kun was lying on the sofa with his eyes half closed, with a thick blanket on his lower abdomen, watching Li Yinglan adjust the DVD there. In fact, Gao Kun was a little hot, but Li Yinglan insisted on covering him, while the other half was under him. on their own legs.

Li Yinglan switched eight or nine times in a segment, and finally stared at the TV without moving.

After a while he turned around and asked Gao Kun: "What do you think of this movie?"

Gao Kun said, "It's pretty good." In fact, he didn't understand this, but he still followed Li Yinglan's meaning.

"I also think it's good, this place..." Li Yinglan pointed to the screen, "The transition from editing to camera is great, and the actors are great, but without a great director, everything is useless."

Gao Kun glanced at the shell of the dish - titled "Old Kanto Movies", director: He Dingchuan.

He remembered: "I've heard this theme song, it's very nice."

"My uncle's rival sang it," Li Yinglan finished speaking, a little surprised: "Do you also pay attention to the entertainment industry?"

Gao Kun shook his head: "Rarely." As if afraid that Li Yinglan would be unhappy, he said again, "Actually... I really like watching TV."

Li Yinglan wanted to laugh at his cautious tone, but Gao Kun's next sentence really surprised him.

"That sports commercial, I think it looks good, and the drink before..."

Li Yinglan was pressing the remote control casually, but suddenly her hand paused, and she turned around in a daze.

He debuted for three years, and because of Guangyao's help, he has received wave after wave of commercials, and in recent years, they have become more and more high-end, but Li Yinglan has only shot one advertisement for drinks, which was his work when he just started his freshman year. , the play rate is not high, and there is no print media to publish it, and it has already been released last year.

Li Yinglan was stunned for a while, then turned off the TV, then suddenly stood up and went to the bathroom.

After a pause, Gao Kun pulled off the blanket and followed him. He saw Li Yinglan standing in front of the sink washing his hands. He lowered his head, and only his straight nose and long eyelashes were reflected in the mirror.

Li Yinglan boiled the water very high and washed it seriously. Gao Kun stood there and looked at him. An ice-like hand was held in the palm of his hand.

"Yinglan..." Gao Kun called him.

Li Yinglan didn't move.

Gao Kun called again: "Yinglan."

Only then did Li Yinglan raise her eyes, her expression was a little dazed, and she looked at the person in the mirror without blinking.

Until Gao Kun said: "I see, I can see..."

Li Yinglan was stunned, and finally couldn't help but her eyes were red, but he tried hard to hold back, raised his head to prevent the tears from streaming down, and his jaw trembled slightly.

Gao Kun turned the person around with a flip of his hand, supported the back of Li Yinglan's head and pressed him to his chest.

"sorry Sorry……"

Knowing that the other party was working so hard, Gao Kun still cruelly failed his expectations. Now that he thinks about it, Gao Kun feels that he deserves death. He can only apologize over and over again. slow wet...