temperature of the sun

A torrential rain passed through the border yesterday, in exchange for today's clear sky as if dust had been wiped off.

Lin Sheng's biological clock was delayed a little today, and it rang on time at around 07:30.

He opened his sleepy eyes dimly, looking at the roof painted with off-white paint, in an inexplicably good mood.

The warm quilt in winter has always been exhausting, and Fu Linsheng, who was on weekends, rarely slept in a daze for a while.

It's just that the bed was clinging on, and Lin Sheng suddenly felt something was wrong after his thoughts eased.

How did he come back yesterday?

A big question mark appeared in Lin Sheng's mind, and the lazy sleepy man was completely scared away, and he sat up straight.

He stared blankly at the familiar wall, recalling the minutiae of yesterday, but as if he had lost his memory, he only remembered that he fell asleep with his big hair.

As for what happened after falling asleep, I don't remember anything.

But this matter, even if you don't remember it, you can guess it, there are only two people in this house, Lin Sheng naturally doesn't have the habit of sleepwalking, the rest may only be Liao Muyang who sent him back to the room.

Lin Sheng blinked, thinking about sending her back to the room... Back to the room... I didn't feel it... The white cheeks suddenly turned pink as if thinking of something.

Lin Sheng hugged the soft quilt, and buried his face in it, leaving only his fluffy and frizzy hair, trembling with his unsteady movements of shaking from side to side.

This action lasted for a long time before Lin Sheng slowed down his beating heart.

For the first time, he was thankful that he couldn't make a sound, otherwise, just thinking that Liao Muyang might have carried him back to the room yesterday, he would have blurted out the emotion of being so excited and ashamed with a yell in his throat.

Lin Sheng raised his hand and pinched his slightly warm cheeks, and quietly raised the corners of his lips, drawing two deep dimples, smiling very cutely.

The temperature on his cheeks slowly dropped, Lin Sheng gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed, using the spare toothbrush and towel in the guest room, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

After tidying up, I started to tidy up the bed I had slept in, smoothed the quilt and sheets, and opened the thick curtains, allowing the warm sunshine to spread into the room.

Lin Sheng saw that everything in the room had been restored to cleanliness, squinted his eyes in satisfaction and smiled softly. His footsteps kept opening the door softly and went downstairs, like a bird full of vigor and continuous rotation. Small spinning top.

He went straight to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Looking at the ingredients in it, he thought carefully about what to do.

The noodles are easy to lump, the porridge has been made twice, and Liao Muyang should eat dumplings, wontons and steamed buns.

Lin Sheng rummaged through the ingredients, and finally settled on the stomach-warming Hu spicy soup with fried crispy beef patties.

It would take a lot of time to boil the spicy soup and mix the pies. Liao Muyang hasn't woken up yet, so the time-consuming might be a good thing. After all, he can have a freshly baked hot breakfast.

Lin Sheng's small head was touching his face while thinking about what Liao Muyang had said about the delicious cooking several times before, his round grape eyes smiled silently and turned into crescents.

Liao Muyang wakes up neither heavy nor light, but the mood after opening his eyes and being sleepy will not be much better after all.

He raised his bare arms to cover his eyes, and impatiently let out a deep breath through his nose, like a tiger humming to warn intruders.

But waking up is waking up, no matter how heavy the drowsiness is, it will be gradually diluted by the slightly fresh consciousness, unless it is a person who is about to die suddenly without closing his eyes for three days and three nights, that is of course a different matter.

Brother Liao put down the arm covering his eyes, groped for the mobile phone connected to the charging cable by the bedside, and violently removed the cable.

The screen on the phone showed that Qiu Sen had sent two messages at three o'clock in the morning. Brother Liao looked at the message prompts, and finally his restless drowsiness was completely washed away.

He unlocked the screen lock and clicked into the chat box.

Qiu Sen: "Picture"

Chou Sen: Things are cleared up, this kid probably doesn't have the guts to look for trouble at school anymore.

Liao Muyang glanced over Qiu Sen's words, tapped the screen and opened the picture.

In the photo, Qiu Yan had a pig's face swollen from a beating, but fortunately he could still make out some blurred facial features. Liao Muyang looked at that face and silently remembered it in his heart.

As for the naked lower body, Liao Mu really wasn't interested at all.

He exited the picture and typed a sentence to Qiu Sen: Got it.

After Liao Muyang sent these words, he dropped the phone, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, went straight to the bathroom and took a shower.

Brother Liao likes to sleep half-naked, even when he wakes up early the next day, it is convenient for him to wash his hands. He has no clothes to take off, and the hot water rushes straight to his sleeping stiff body, which is very comfortable.

The bath towel rubbed the hair half dry, and it was hung loosely on the body.

Liao Muyang casually put on a pair of light gray sports trousers, opened the door and walked downstairs.

As soon as he walked to the dining table and poured a glass of water, he noticed the aroma coming from the kitchen. His gaze drifted towards the kitchen, and it was in line with Lin Sheng's gaze from turning around.

The water Liao Muyang drank was stuffed up in his throat, he only clicked his tongue in his heart, thinking that he got up early and went to bed so sleepy that he forgot that there was a child at home.

You must know that he doesn't wear clothes to show off his figure in front of Lin Sheng, but it's just a habit of getting up for many years.

But Liao Daweilang thought about it again, it would be fine if he didn't wear it, his figure looked thin when he took off his clothes, and he had what he wanted, a boy at Lin Sheng's age would probably be envious of him.

This is one step closer to abducting people into the house.

Brother Liao put down his water glass, walked towards the kitchen as if nothing had happened, and said as he walked.

"What are you eating today? It smells delicious and makes me hungry."

Lin Sheng stared at Liao Muyang walking towards him in a daze. The hand holding the spatula forgot to turn the pie. His round and round grape eyes uncontrollably glanced at the shark lines on both sides of Liao Muyang. And those sharp eight-pack abs.

It wasn't until Liao Muyang was about to walk in front of him that Lin Sheng reacted, turned back hastily, and flipped each palm-sized pie before frying.

Liao Muyang stood behind Lin Sheng, looked at the slightly pink ears, and tacitly curled the corners of his lips, still teasing Lin Sheng with that ignorant expression.

Liao Muyang has completely discovered his hidden strange habit, he especially likes to see Lin Sheng panicked after being shy, and he only targets Lin Sheng alone.

After Lin Sheng turned the pies one by one, he realized that he hadn't replied to Liao Muyang's words, so he hurriedly took out his phone and typed.

"There's spicy soup and beef pie."

Liao Muyang stood behind Lin Sheng and bent slightly, with his hands supporting the cooking table beside Lin Sheng, he took a deep breath with the tip of his nose next to Lin Sheng's ear and continued.

"Well, it's so fragrant, kid, you are really a treasure, you can do everything."

Lin Sheng was seldom praised in person, it was so rare that there were only a handful of times, and it was because of this that he was particularly indifferent to compliments, and others could blush with a little compliment, not to mention that this person was Liao Muyang.

Lin Sheng felt the warm breath sprayed by Liao Muyang, like a little quail being bullied, with his head shrunk, his eyes fixed on the sizzling beef pie in the pot, trying his best to divert own line of sight.

Of course Liao Muyang also knew that Lin Sheng was shy, thinking that he had teased the children enough, he finally realized his conscience and accepted it.

He straightened up, stood beside Lin Sheng, raised his hand and rubbed Lin Sheng's head, and said.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lin Sheng held the shovel in one hand and typed with the other.

"Don't bother, sit down, the pie will be ready soon."

Listening to Lin Sheng's words, Liao Muyang raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, and spoke directly without asking.

"Is the Hu spicy soup ready to serve?"

Lin Sheng couldn't react because he was dual-minded, so he nodded his head subconsciously. When he reacted, he saw Liao Muyang holding a spoon to hold the soup.

After doing everything, Lin Sheng couldn't pour the soup back and refill it again, so he just focused on frying the pie.

Waiting for Liao Muyang to bring the two bowls of soup to the dining table, the pies in Lin Sheng's pot were already cooked.

One by one, he put the pies on a plate and carried them out of the kitchen.

Liao Muyang had just walked halfway towards the kitchen when he saw Lin Sheng walking towards the dining table with a pie in his hand, he stopped walking back and forth, and sat back at the dining table very consciously, waiting to be fed.

I have to say that Lin Sheng's cooking skills are really good.

The aroma of the beef patty mixed with the taste of Hu spicy soup makes it impossible not to move your index finger.