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After many things happened along the way, the two finally returned to Wen Yan's home.

The Wen family's family home is a large manor built on the outskirts of Yangcheng. Wen Yan lived there before working. After working, for convenience, he bought an apartment in the city and moved in alone.

But in fact, he didn't spend a lot of time sleeping in this apartment, because he often worked overtime, and many times he worked overtime late, so he just rested directly in the office—the executive office on the top floor of the traffic management building was in addition to the office area. There is also a small living area, with bedrooms, bathrooms, dining room, and kitchen, to be specific.

So when you open the door of the apartment, you will be greeted with a quiet and tidy atmosphere that few people live in.

"I'm sorry, we don't usually have guests at home, and we don't have anything to entertain, and we don't have extra daily necessities, Mr. Lu forgive me." Wen Yan took off his coat and changed his shoes in the entrance, and said embarrassedly to Lu Shan.

The extremely simple life obviously proved some problems. Lu Shan first said "it's okay", and then joked: "Fortunately, my feet don't have a strange smell." He also took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and then took off his He took off his shoes, stepped on the floor in dark brown thin fleece socks, and walked straight to the living room.

A burst of forest fragrance drifted past Wen Yan, and Wen Yan's slack spirit froze. Looking at the broad back and the tight waist trimmed by the white shirt, belt and suit pants, he smiled and rolled his eyes. , Responding: "Yes."

This apartment is the building king of Yangcheng No. [-]. It has three bedrooms and a large living room. The main hall is in the middle, the dining room and open kitchen are on the right, and a small leisure area with a step and large French windows is at the end of the left. There is a gloss black grand piano.The corridor leads to the master bedroom, the second bedroom and the study room. The style is simple and elegant, with a hint of frigidity. It looks very suitable for Wen Yan.

Probably because his mood has improved, Wen Yan's symptoms have eased a lot compared to when he was in the office just now, and he can already walk independently, but his steps are still sluggish, dizzy, and his chest is still tight.

After washing his hands, he took a tall glass from the kitchen, took white water and put it in front of Lu Shan, and said with a smile, "Nothing else, but luckily the glasses are in a set, and there is no shortage of water."

"Thank you." Lu Shan sat on the sofa, took a sip politely and said, "Don't worry about me, go take your medicine and rest."

Wen Yan didn't move, he stood aside with folded arms, carefully looked at the cup in Lu Shan's hand, and said to himself: "But the cups are all the same, and I'm the only one who uses them, so I can't tell which one is which."

In other words, it is very likely that it has been indirectly... so what.

Lu Shan: ...

Lu Shan coughed awkwardly, "But I can wash the cups, as long as Mr. Wen doesn't mind..."

"Of course I don't mind." Wen Yan cut off the conversation, let the words "don't mind" leave a lot of room for imagination, turned and went into the bedroom.

He took out the medicine box from the lockable bedside table, held it for a while and thought about it, and finally put it down - he had taken too many strong medicines since he was a child, and he didn't want the medicine to intervene in this kind of harmless discomfort.

Taking off his suit and glasses, he quickly took a shower, dried his body and changed into a home-style beige pullover sweater and light gray fleece pants. He wore a pair of dark gray plush slippers with a wrap-around head barefoot, and returned to the living room.

"Mr. Lu, please feel free. Everything here can be used. If you want to rest, you can go to the second bedroom. There is a bathroom in the second bedroom. It’s okay to leave if you want to. Just turn off the lights and the door for me...Huh? You see what I do What?" Wen Yan folded his arms and leaned against the door frame of the corridor entering the living room, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Only then did Lu Shan come back to his senses, and quickly looked away, his expression and movements were a little restrained.

"Sorry, I've never seen Mr. Wen dressed like this, so I was a little surprised."

"Oh? What does this look like?" Wen Yan smiled, the fluffy and soft texture of his whole body made him look very gentle.

Lu Shan's expression became even more evasive, he tried his best to look indifferent, and tried his best to say in a relaxed tone: "It's just... like a college student, no one can call you Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan's eyes opened slightly, without the obstruction of his glasses, the smile and depth in his eyes became more distinct, and he said slowly: "Oh, if I'm not called Mr. Wen, what does Mr. Lu want to call me?"

Lu Shan: ...

The apartment was too quiet, Wen Yan's voice was obviously not loud, but it was deafening.

Lu Shan's ears turned red.

Wen Yan was very satisfied, and decided not to tease him for the time being, so he said, "I'll go to sleep first, Mr. Lu can take care of himself." He walked towards the entrance, "I have a problem, the environment is too quiet and I can't fall asleep, please listen to me Noise will do."

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his suit, and Lu Shan subconsciously said, "It's not good to always keep your mobile phone next to your pillow."

Wen Yan turned around to look at him, and asked as if asking for advice, "Then should I stay away? Or does Boss Lu have other good ways to lull him to sleep?"

Lu Shan: ...

I don't know if it's an illusion, it seems that since getting into Wen Yan's car, especially after returning home, Wen Yan has become very excited and speaks extravagantly, as if he was deliberately probing something.

Lu Shan thought that no matter what is wrong with you, I must be right anyway, so he tried his best to maintain a stable expression and mood, looked around the living room, stopped when he reached the far left, and said: "There is a solution, you go to sleep."

"Oh?" Wen Yan tilted his head slightly.

"Go to sleep." Lu Shan insisted.

"Oh." Wen Yan stopped being persistent, turned around and went into the bedroom and closed the door, the surrounding suddenly became dark and quiet.

The bed in the bedroom is actually very big, and the quilt that hugs the body is very light and warm. The temperature and humidity are controlled just right by the automatic adjustment system.

The curtains are thick, and the night lamps next to the pillows, the silhouettes of catenary glasses on the nightstands and cabinets are looming.

These are the first time Wen Yan found out on his own initiative after living in this apartment for more than a year.

He was lying on his side, his face half covered by the quilt was pressed on the soft and deep pillow, his hair was disheveled.

In the past, there were times when I was so uncomfortable and exhausted, but it is not as good as today where I can sleep peacefully, no longer worry about business affairs, and no longer think about other things.

Something called a sense of security rises in my heart.

He was really sleepy.

In the dimness, there were scattered and small sounds outside the bedroom, and then, the sound of the piano flowed into his ears and mind along with the air.

Bright, gentle, smooth, happy, and gradually, monotones clustered together, and the harmony was perfect, as if the ethereal inspiration from the sky enveloped the entire apartment, his body, and his entire dream.

This is the work of the genius musician Mozart in the distant and ancient earth age thousands of years ago, "Little Star Variations".

The notes hung above his head and danced, like starlight flickering and changing, just like this gorgeous and bright star source.

When he fell into a deep sleep, a picture flashed in his mind

The tall and straight Alpha is sitting in front of a black grand piano, wearing a well-made shirt and trousers, the cuffs are slightly receded, revealing the strong wrist and the metal watch on the wrist, a pair of big hands resting on the keys, with powerful knuckles jumping and running move.

Because he has always been calm, even when he played to the turning point of the music, his body still did not fluctuate too much, and he still kept his brows cold, only hiding his deep emotions in that stalwart body.

……

Already acknowledging the fact of asking for leave the next day, Wen Yan slept very soundly this time, and when he opened his eyes again, the light from the sky was reflected on the curtains, and the dark room was filled with the warmth of the day.

He raised his hand and touched the touch screen beside the bed, then turned his head to see that the time showed 09:30 in the morning.

He hadn't gotten up at this time for many years, and he instinctively felt a little guilty.Sitting up with support, the discomfort is still there.

The severity and duration of this illness are a bit abnormal, but he is not in the mood to care about it for the time being, because there is another slight noise outside.

Lu Shan hasn't left yet.

His thoughts are actually not difficult to guess: facing a patient who does not want to go to the hospital, since he has decided to help, he should help to the end, and it is reasonable to take care of him overnight to prevent accidents.

But even if it was just like this, Wen Yan was still very happy.

He quickly washed up, still without glasses, and walked out of the bedroom in a cotton wool home suit.

The moment the door was opened, the refreshing scent of the forest wafted into the nostrils, followed by the soft sound of running water.

He walked to the living room suspiciously, and unexpectedly found that Lu Shan was standing in front of the kitchen counter washing vegetables!

He wore a half-length apron over his shirt and trousers. The cuffs were folded back flat to the elbows. His hands and forearms were soaked with water, but the neckline and belt were buttoned up in a very strict manner.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling better?" Lu Shan looked up at Wen Yan, washing the vegetables as usual, it seemed that he didn't do this kind of thing less often.

"It's not completely good, but it's not a big problem." Wen Yan walked over and found two raw steaks on the chopping board, and the dishes being washed included carrots, broccoli, shiitake mushrooms and green beans.

"I bought it just now, and I used your home address." Lu Shan said.

"It's okay." Wen Yan laughed.

"You really don't have anything in your house. You have to buy seasonings and even tableware." Lu Shan pointed to a few small bottles on the side of the chopping board and the coldly shining knives and forks.

Wen Yan rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "I don't know how to cook, Boss Lu is too good."

Lu Shan gave a rare smile, and said: "My previous living environment required cooking by myself, but I can only do some simple things."

Wen Yan said in surprise, "Is it easy to fry steak?"

Lu Shan's smile widened, and he explained patiently: "It's very simple. Cooking is just like this. You can't just rely on the appearance to guess. Some dishes seem easy, but the actual operation is quite complicated."

"Oh." Wen Yan stood beside Lu Shan, showing an expression of admiration and sudden realization of "I learned it".

Lu Shan put the washed vegetables on the chopping board and cut them, and when they were half cut, he suddenly picked up the fork and forked a small piece of carrot, and handed it to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan: ? ? ?

"Raw is delicious and fragrant." Lu Shan put the fork to Wen Yan's mouth again.

Wen Yan opened his mouth to pick up the carrot, and chewed it slowly.Lu Shan forked another piece, this time stuffing it directly into his mouth.

Wen Yan suddenly remembered the joke he made to Lu Shan about the water cup yesterday, but Lu Shan acted very naturally as if he had forgotten it, and wondered if he did special psychological training last night.

This won't work, he has to pay attention again, so Wen Yan stretched out his finger to wipe the corner of Lu Shan's mouth, and said, "You got something on it."

"Huh?" Lu Shan's face turned red, he avoided a little distance, subconsciously raised the back of his hand and wiped his mouth, "Is there? No."

"President Lu doesn't believe me? Do you think I took the opportunity to touch your face on purpose?" Wen Yan folded his arms and asked with a smile, "Do you need me to show you what's on it?"

Lu Shan: ...

"Of course not. I didn't mean that. Mr. Wen thinks too much." Lu Shan quickly expressed his position in embarrassment, then quickly changed the subject and said, "How about it, is the carrot very fragrant just now? The fragrance that comes from the origin of food .”

Wen Yan was taken aback.

Naturally, he couldn't taste any flavors, but at this moment, when he was being happy, a basin of cold water was poured on his head, feeling a little lonely in his heart, so he could only perfunctoryly say: "Mmm, it smells very good."

"Go and wait, there will be oily smoke later." Lu Shan touched the dining table outside the kitchen with his chin. He didn't notice the slight change in Wen Yan's mood, but simply felt that he couldn't be allowed to stand here anymore.

Wen Yan nodded, went to sit down at the dining table, and poured water for himself.

Lu Shan's serious and busy figure was in his line of sight, and in his territory, the loneliness in his heart gradually turned into warmth again.

It turned out that the two were alone in the living environment, and this was the situation.

He rested his chin on one hand and looked at Lu Shan with a smile.

There was a hissing sound from the stove, and the light blue oily smoke rose into the air and was quickly sucked away by the oil pump.

Lu Shan holds the metal clip for frying steak, sometimes pushing it and sometimes turning it lightly, his eyes focused.

At the end of frying, he pushed the steak aside, dumped the chopped vegetables in the bowl onto the stove, and immediately made a louder "sizzle".

Hot air mixed with warmth rises from the stove, then puts it on a plate, and finally sends it to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan and Lu Shan sat opposite each other with two identical fried steaks and vegetables, identical two sets of tableware, and identical two glasses of water.

Lu Shan sat upright, took off his apron, folded it and put it on the corner of the table, and tidied up the cuffs of his suit slowly. Suddenly, he sighed regretfully, stroked his forehead regretfully as if he had failed, and said, "I forgot to ask you how much you eat." It's cooked, it's fully cooked."

"Yes, I'm not picky at all." Wen Yan was wearing a knitted sweater at home, with broken hair hanging on his forehead, and smiled at Lu Shan.

"That's good." Lu Shan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the knife and fork and said, "Brunch. Try it and see how it goes."

Wen Yan cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and said more seriously: "Very good."

Lu Shan also ate a piece, frowned and said, "You didn't mean to praise me, did you?"

Wen Yan looked at him suspiciously.

Lu Shan shrugged, "I accidentally shook my hands, and put too much sea salt. It seems that your taste is quite strong. But it's just right, after all, it's mainly for you to eat, so you can do whatever you like."

When Wen Yan heard this, his eyes drooped and his face became expressionless.

The two were speechless, and each ate in silence for a while. Wen Yan suddenly put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a tissue, took a breath, and said solemnly, "Mr. Lu, I have a secret to tell you."