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It was almost noon when Liao Muyang was woken up by the express call.

With a head of bird's nest-shaped hair, dry eyes half-closed, half-blind, he walked to the iron gate outside the courtyard and took the courier from the courier's hand.

It snowed and rained all night, and under the glare of the sun all morning, it turned into puddles of semi-condensed mixture. The new snow continued to fall profusely, slowly adhering to the old things.

The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors still had an obvious effect. Waiting for the courier to arrive, Liao Muyang's last drowsiness was completely blown away by the cold wind.

The flip-flops he was wearing outside were randomly kicked and scattered at the door of the house. Liao Muyang fiddled with the courier in his hand and looked at it. It was the shampoo he ordered a few days ago.

Express delivery is like a surprise box, once you know what's inside, the care will be completely gone.

Liao Muyang threw the courier box on the wooden shelf at the entrance, and was about to turn around and close the door, when Yu Guang suddenly saw the clothes drying rack under the eaves, as well as the bath towels and pajamas fluttering in the wind.

Yesterday was a cloudy day with no sun. Liao Muyang had already cleaned up the clothes on the drying rack. The scene in front of him was slightly different from his memory, which made him stunned.

The movement of going back to the house stopped, Liao Muyang pinched the back of his neck and turned his head, remembering that he took in a homeless child last night.

It's just that looking at the posture, he should have left early.

After all, at that age, he was still in school. He didn't bother to get up early, and even washed and hung the clothes. It's quite rare for the current bear kid.

Liao Muyang thought about the word "bear child" that flashed in his mind, shook his head and smiled retortly.

That's not right, the kid just looks like a good baby, and he really can't beat the bear kid.

The messy thoughts stopped here, Liao Muyang continued the movement he stopped, and closed the door.

Waking up from the chaos, Liao Muyang touched his phone, looked at the time on the top, and it was exactly eleven o'clock, thinking that it was another day when he skipped breakfast and went straight to lunch.

Brother Liao, who is very diligent but doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, lazily opened the refrigerator that was stuffed with no gaps and then quickly emptied.

There was only a lonely large can of beer left in the empty refrigerator. Liao Muyang felt that his little brother in the stomach was about to run towards the uprising, so he closed the door of the refrigerator rationally and bid farewell to his good friend of cold beer for the time being.

The freezer on the lower floor was searched thoroughly, but only a bag of expired dumplings was found.

Although Brother Liao's life is rough, he is not so bold as to not be picky eaters. The dumplings in front of him are obviously inedible no matter how exquisite the pattern on the outer packaging is.

The half-dead phone lying in his pocket was awakened again, and Liao Muyang resigned himself to flipping through the delivery software.

If it is said that this life will starve to death and live alone first, Liao Muyang has eaten it all over this takeaway shop that is within the delivery range. If it weren't for the pantothenic acid in his stomach, Liao Muyang would not want to eat it even if he was empty. Gutter oil and instant meals.

Brother Liao put one hand on his hip, clasped the phone with the other, and swipe his thumb aimlessly. It seems that because he really couldn't choose what to eat, he blindly resigned himself to his fate and chose randomly.

The footsteps turned over and over in the kitchen until they reached the stove that hadn't been turned on for 800 years.

The white paper waiting to be reviewed alone and the completely cooled casserole finally caught the eye of brother Liao Xingxing.

Liao Muyang put away the phone and picked up the blank paper.

Thank you for taking me in for a night last night. Thinking that thank you is not enough, I made you breakfast and washed the clothes and bath towels I used last night.

Also, I saw that the clothes on the sofa were a little messy, so I folded them for you, but I didn't know your habits, so I folded them and put them in place.

Because it's too early, you must still be sleeping, so I didn't bother you, and I still have to say sorry to you for moving the refrigerator and washing machine without permission.

There are not many things in the refrigerator, so I made a bowl of porridge, I hope you like it.

—— Lin Sheng

Liao Muyang looked at the note full of honorifics, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and inexplicably felt a strange feeling that he had become an old elder.

Although I have to say that this kid is indeed very polite, but sometimes being too polite can make people feel uncomfortable, like a formatted paper that is too official and has no desire to read it.

His eyes flicked across the delicate and clean font, and finally stopped at the two characters of the signature.

Liao Muyang opened his mouth and subconsciously pronounced the name, thinking that the name was quite easy to remember.

At this moment of distraction, his stomach grumbled a few more times as if fighting for favor, Liao Muyang put down the white paper in his hand, and put his mind on the business.

The lid of the casserole was lifted, and Liao Muyang lowered his eyes to look inside. He had to say that the appearance of the casserole was really pretty, and it whetted his appetite before eating it.

Liao Muyang took a spoon casually, stirred the porridge and took a mouthful, his eyes opened immediately, and there were a few satisfied hums from his throat.

Compared with the greasy meal that he had eaten outside for a long time, this porridge really suits his appetite.

Although the heat has dissipated, it can only be said that it is not cold, but it unexpectedly caters to Liao Muyang's habit of not liking hot food.

Liao Muyang picked up the casserole with one hand, and sat down at the dining table while walking and eating. During this period, the porridge being delivered to his mouth did not stop for a moment, until the feeling of acid in his stomach was suppressed, he slowed down and stirred the porridge Look at the ingredients inside.

In addition to rice, this porridge is shredded vegetables and shredded eggs. Liao Muyang thought that it would be really hard for a child, as the combination of these three things can make it delicious.

Brother Liao's food intake is directly proportional to his body, and the porridge in this casserole is all in his stomach, which gives him a sense of fullness.

The used casserole was ruthlessly thrown into the dishwasher. Liao Muyang put one hand on the back of the sofa and rubbed his firm belly with the other, feeling a little satisfied.

Following the words on the note, he glanced at the sofa where the clothes were flying all over the place, and looked at the stacks of folded clothes, feeling a bit pleasing to the eye.

Resting for half an hour after meals is a natural habit of the body. The cigarette on the table was drawn out and lit, and the faint smoke slowly scattered around. Liao Muyang closed his eyes and remembered the headache-inducing sketches of the past few days.

Temporary lack of inspiration is indeed something to be irritable but not in a hurry.

A cigarette was quickly burned out, and Liao Muyang got up from the trapped sofa and walked up to the second floor.

On the way to the master bedroom, he must pass the guest room. Liao Muyang glanced at the unclosed guest room, as expected, it was clean and tidy after being tidied up.

The steps under his feet didn't stop, Liao Muyang thought in a strange way that this child, in the current popular words, really has the attributes of a wife, and is completely different from the noisy child of his age now.

The wild thoughts came to an end the moment he saw the sketch in his hand, Liao Muyang collected the scattered sketches in the room and went downstairs in his hand.

Today, the light in the living room is relatively good, so it is comfortable to draw.

Lin Sheng walked through the alley, and the time to go home today was 10 minutes slower than usual.

No matter what class it is, there are always a few students who love to bully. It has been a month and a half since Lin Sheng transferred here, and his bullying personality has gradually been discovered. Today is the first time that he has been let go of all his duties.

This kind of bullying has long been expected by Lin Sheng. He just can't speak, but the people around him seem to really regard him as someone who can't confide in the complaint, and gradually bully him more and more blatantly. To the same fact.

The sun sets early in winter, but it was 10 to [-] minutes later, and the light was completely different from usual. When Lin Sheng walked to the door of the house, the surrounding light was already a bit dim.

Lin Sheng looked up at the floor-to-ceiling windows next door and instantly turned on the light. The warm light was just like the guest room he stayed in yesterday. In this cold weather, just looking at it gave him a bit of warmth.

Standing in the dimness without turning his eyes, he looked at the light, thinking that apart from studying and doing problems today, he would spend the rest of the time thinking about Liao Muyang's figure and that lazy child.

Lin Sheng's sense of satisfaction has always been so easy to dig out some warmth in the ordinary.

The cold wind at night was blowing bitingly, Lin Sheng rubbed his stiff hands with the heat, seeing that warm light, he was reluctant to leave, until the dark house door was vaguely illuminated by the cold white light protruding from the house A few points.

The warmth in Lin Sheng's heart was like being splashed with ice water in the heavy snow, and it froze instantly and stiffened.

Lin Sheng looked at the living room with a white face, and murmured silently in his heart: Why did you come back so early today.