How's your day

Song Yu moved there on Monday, and Cheng Fei was at work, and Song Yu had already moved in when he received the call.

"Didn't you agree that I would pick you up?" Cheng Fei said.

"You still have to go to work, I don't need to go to the company today, just drive two times and I'll move." Song Yuzai said.

Cheng Fei felt regretful, "I shouldn't have told you the password that day."

Song Yu smiled, "I can guess without telling me."

The code of the combination lock of Cheng Fei's house is his own birthday.

"Just move, don't tidy up by yourself, wait until I get off work." Cheng Fei told him worriedly.

"Okay, I'll pick you up after get off work." Song Yu said.

When Cheng Fei came home from get off work, he was a little afraid to enter the door, "You moved this here?"

"That's right." Song Yu pushed him away and walked in, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Fei looked at the living room which was originally empty, but now there are various small pendants and decorations in every corner, and walked in in disbelief, "You tidied it up yourself?"

"Well, the original one was too deserted, isn't this better?" Song Yu asked him.

The beginning and the end are better, it is much better. If you say that this place was just a short-lived apartment, but now it looks like a home. It looks a little messy, but it is warm.

There are several pet kennels in the corner of the living room. The wool is a little scared when it comes to a strange place, and the whole body is nestled inside and refuses to come out, only one tail is exposed.

"Let it get used to it for two days and it will be fine." Song Yu said.

Cheng Fei scanned the living room, then pushed open the bedroom door, his eyes widened again.

The white sheet quilt cover on his bed, which was the same as that of the hotel, has now been replaced and turned into a gray grid pattern. The pillows have been thrown away and turned into two latex pillows.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows next to it have also changed, from the original gray curtains of average quality to cotton and linen Nordic style.

He walked to the table that was empty and dusty, and there were a few books on it, as well as a pot of chubby meat, and he was well taken care of, "You raised this?"

"Well, there are still a few pots at home. I haven't moved them here today. I'll move them all in two days." Song Yu stood at the door, leaning against the door frame.

Cheng Fei turned to look at him, "I like it very much."

He refers to the place transformed by Song Yu.

Song Yu looked at him and smiled, eyes crooked.

After three years or more, Cheng Fei and Song Yu started living together again.

This cohabitation feels no different from what it used to be, but it seems to be very different.

At 6:[-] pm, Cheng Fei hurriedly got off work, took the elevator to the parking lot on the second floor, and saw Song Yu's car within two steps.

Song Yu honked the horn and smiled at him through the windshield.

Cheng Fei also smiled at him, took two quick steps and got into the car.

"It's pretty punctual today." Song Yu waited for him to finish fastening his seat belt and said.

"Well, today ended earlier." Cheng Fei said, "But tomorrow I may work overtime, don't wait for me, go back by yourself first."

"I'm fine anyway, waiting for you to go home with you." Song Yu said.

Cheng Fei didn't want him to sit in the cold and dark parking lot waiting for himself who was working overtime, "I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, maybe what time it will be open, you should go back first."

"It's okay." Song Yu smiled and started the car, "Then I'll be late."

Cheng Fei had nothing to do with him, knowing that it would be useless to persuade him, he stopped talking about it, "What are you going to eat next?"

"Eat tomato scrambled eggs, potato shreds, and potato ribs." Song Yu announced the names of three dishes in a row.

Cheng Fei had a faint feeling that something was wrong, he quickly looked out the window, pointed to the side of the road and said, "There is a Chinese restaurant over there, let's eat there, it has all the dishes you mentioned."

Song Yu looked at the car steadily, not intending to stop at all, "I won't go to a restaurant to eat, I'll do it myself."

Cheng Fei knew it would be like this, and he persuaded without giving up: "That's so troublesome, let's go to a restaurant to eat, and stroll home after eating, and don't need to wash the dishes."

"I'll wash the dishes too, so you don't have to worry about it." Song Yu seemed to have made up his mind and couldn't change it.

Cheng Fei felt like sighing, but he didn't dare to sigh, so he had to swallow it, and fell on the back of the chair helplessly.

After starting to live together, Song Yu's other places are fine, although there are some changes from before, but it has not changed too much, and traces of the past can still be found more or less.The only thing is - he never went into the kitchen, and he didn't even know how to use the microwave oven, but now he suddenly became obsessed with cooking for some reason.

Just do it. Cooking at home is healthier than eating out every day, but the key is that Song Yu's cooking is not very good. He obviously made it strictly according to the recipe. He didn't add a single salt, but it was unpalatable. If it doesn't work, it's just metaphysics.

Cheng Fei couldn't bear to watch it, and he couldn't bear it, so he wanted to get involved in cooking by himself—although he wasn't good at cooking, after all, he had lived alone abroad for three years, so he still had some basic skills.

But Song Yu was determined not to let him go, and would stare at Cheng Fei as soon as he entered the kitchen, not to mention cooking, and he couldn't even touch the handle of the pot.

This caused Cheng Fei and Song Yu to live together for a week, eating all kinds of strange-shaped and strange-tasting food made by Song Yu every day.

It's fine if he eats it by himself, it seems that Song Yu made it with his own hands, and he can swallow it raw, but Song Yu also eats it with him every day, so he is a little worried.

After entering the house, Cheng Fei had just changed out of his clothes when he heard crackling in the kitchen—Song Yu started cooking again.

He walked over, leaned against the door, and said very worriedly: "Why don't I do it?"

Song Yu was washing the vegetables, without raising his head, he said, "No."

"But..." Cheng Fei felt that he could still rescue him, but Song Yu interrupted him directly, "Shut up and get out."

Cheng Fei swallowed what he was going to say, and reluctantly decided to accept the reality.

He thought optimistically, if he practiced more, he might be able to cook better?

Cheng Fei went to exchange Maoyan for cat food, seeing that Maoyan no longer kept staring at him with vigilant eyes these days, he relaxed a lot, but he was not as clingy to him as before.

Now Cheng Fei is more clingy to it, he will hug it and kiss it as soon as he gets home, he can't let go of it, he won't let go until the wool stretches out his claws to scratch him.

After Cheng Fei replaced the cat food with new ones and opened another can, Song Yu called him in the kitchen, "Dinner is ready."

He walked to the dining table with a mood as if he was on a battlefield, and glanced at the three dishes on the dining table.

Not bad, it’s improved, at least tomato scrambled eggs still look like tomato scrambled eggs, potato shreds are still potato shreds, potato ribs are still...

"What is this?" Cheng Fei pointed at the dark mass.

Song Yu's expression remained unchanged, "Potato ribs."

"Where are the potatoes and where are the ribs?" Cheng Fei asked sincerely.

Song Yu pointed to a lump of black stuff, "This is a potato." Then he pointed to the lump next to this lump, "This is ribs."

“…”

"Okay." Cheng Fei sighed.

During the meal, Song Yu continued to add food to Cheng Fei, basically waiting for the next bite as soon as he took one bite, very considerate.

When dinner was finally over, Cheng Fei was about to die, "I really can't eat anymore, look at my stomach, it looks like it's three months old."

Song Yu withdrew his hands without hesitation, "Then take a rest and eat some fruit later."

Cheng Fei lay on the table, rubbed his stomach, and wondered if he would have diarrhea at night, but fortunately, Song Yu didn't eat too much, and almost all of it was eaten by him.

Song Yu picked up the dishes and walked into the kitchen, Cheng Fei hurriedly got up and followed, "Let me do the washing."

Song Yu ignored him and turned on the tap to start washing.

Cheng Fei looked at the set of ten plates that he originally bought, but now there were only six left. His heart hurt a little, and he wanted to drive Song Yu away. .

"Are you tired? You cook and wash dishes."

"Not tired." Song Yu said.

Cheng Fei looked at him, "You didn't eat anything tonight." He took care of picking up food for him, "Do you want to order some takeaway later?"

"I'm not too hungry." Song Yu said.

Cheng Fei thought for a while, "Should I order some crayfish? Don't you like this?"

Song Yu seemed to smile, because Cheng Fei couldn't hear the sound of water flowing, "I haven't eaten crayfish for a long time."

"Then order crayfish." Cheng Fei leaned on Song Yu's back, "Do you want to eat the old one, I'll buy it for you."

"That one has been closed a long time ago." Song Yu bent over to wash the dishes, letting him lean on her.

"Why, isn't business good?"

Song Yu shook her head, "I don't know, I haven't been there for a long time, and I happened to pass by once before, only to find out that it has been changed to something else."

"Then order from another place." Cheng Fei said.

"Don't order, I'm not hungry." Song Yu washed several bowls and plates without incident, and dragged the large burden on her body to start washing the pot.

Cheng Fei reached into his shirt and touched his abdomen, "It's all flat here."

Song Yu finally couldn't stand him anymore, and stretched out his hand to push him away, "Get out, don't hinder me here."

Cheng Fei stuck close to him, refused to take a step back, and said firmly, "I won't go."

Ever since he lived with Song Yu, Cheng Fei let go of all the pretentious maturity he had previously pretended to be, and turned into a little wolf dog who would only follow Song Yu madly, barking non-stop when he couldn't see Song Yu.

Song Yu had nothing to do with him, and resigned himself to cleaning up the pot.

Cheng Fei tilted his head to watch him wash the pot. The more he watched, the more miraculous he became, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you start doing this?"

Do things that he would never do before.

Song Yu didn't understand what he said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Fei hugged his hand tightly, "It just feels very real."

There is a feeling of living.

Song Yu put the washed pot on the stove, shook off the water droplets on his hands, turned to Cheng Fei behind him and said, "I'm done washing, can I get up?"

Cheng Fei didn't answer him, but leaned forward and kissed him for a long time.