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He Zhao was cute and cute when he was young, and his uncles and aunts would rub the top of his head from time to time, but as he got older and taller, almost no one touched his head anymore.In fact, He Zhao didn't dislike such intimacy, but he still took a step to the side and said with disgust, "How tall is he?"

Yi Shi: "It's okay."

Yi Shi's tone of voice was always very cold, sometimes He Zhao couldn't tell whether he was serious or joking.

But why do you need to make a clear distinction, just go straight to it.

Just as He Zhao was about to open his mouth to fight back, he felt the phone vibrate in his trouser pocket, and took out the phone. Sure enough, the screen displayed an incoming call "Dad", and He Zhao pressed it but did not answer.

After a while, "Dad" jumped on the screen again, and He Zhao pressed it off again.

He Zhao knew that Yi Shi must have seen it, but with his personality, he would not ask too many questions, so he took the initiative to explain: "It was my grandfather's birthday yesterday, and many relatives and friends came to the dinner party. I threw the bowl in front of them. My dad called me all day to scold me and educate me."

Yi Shi was a little surprised: "Drop the bowl?"

He Zhao knew what was surprising him, but he hadn't thought of it himself. He was a bit willful, but he wasn't the kind of person who would be so willful and unscrupulous. He seldom did things that were so intense that people would lose face.

He Zhao rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed: "They talked about my mother and Uncle Zhang, anyway, the words were not pleasant, I couldn't help but smashed the bowl, who knew that the bowl in the hotel was so bad, directly It shattered."

In the beginning, a cousin asked about Lin Peiling's body, which was considered polite. Gradually, they began to ask about Lin Peiling's shop, Uncle Zhang's income, and Zhang Jiangyang's grades... He Zhao patiently avoided the subject, but they still pursued Hold on.His lofty attitude, his tone of caring but joking... He Zhao has had enough.When he realized it, the bowl was broken, and the whole hall was silent, and He Zhao could feel all the eyes pressing on him like a weight.

Grandma reacted quickly, and blamed him for being so careless, and smoothed things over.But the scene was so suffocating and embarrassing that He Zhao couldn't stay any longer, and he slipped away after cutting the cake.

There were a lot of guests last night, and He Wenyan was busy with socializing and didn't have time to pay attention to him.Sure enough, early this morning, he called Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

He Zhao knew that he had indeed gone too far, and made up his mind that no matter what He Wenyan scolded him, he would not take it to heart, but what He Wenyan said was: "You are really spoiled by your mother, just like a young lady. What else have you learned in these years besides losing your temper? If you can’t study well, you can rely on your grandparents to love you and make people look good.”

It wasn't that he was so angry at that moment, He Zhao just felt very boring.He thought, after all these years, has his father tried to understand him?If He Wenyan knew him a little bit, he wouldn't have said such a thing, would he?He has not been a child who loses his temper indiscriminately since he was a child, and his personality may not be very good, but at least his friends, neighbors and relatives have never thought of him as a young lady who throws people's faces, and instead praised him for being sensible and polite.

He calmly listened to He Wenyan's speech like an educator, and asked, "Have you finished? I'll hang up when I'm done."

He Zhao hung up the phone, and He Wenyan should have become even angrier. The calls came in a rush like reminders, but he didn't answer them again.

Yi Shi: "Is your hand alright?"

He Zhao was stunned for a moment, then glanced at his hands: "Of course it's okay, the bowl was dropped on the table, not with your hands."

Yi Shi glanced at him and didn't speak, but He Zhao read from his face: he's not stupid.

He Zhao: "No, no matter how angry I am, I won't be so stupid as to smash a bowl with my hands. What are you thinking?"

Yi Shi: "I didn't think about anything."

He Zhao gritted his teeth, how could this man be so capable of irritating people with a few simple words?

When he reached the sixth floor, He Zhao took off the drawing board on his shoulders and motioned to Yi Shi: "Help me put it in my studio, my house is too crowded and I can't fit it."

Without looking back, Yi Shi took it and walked upstairs.

He Zhao opened the door, the house was quiet and no one was there, Zhang Jiangyang probably won't come back for dinner.

He lay down on the sofa and began to browse the takeaways. After watching for a while, he had difficulty choosing. It seemed that they were all delicious, but he didn't want to eat them that much.

It seems that I am not very hungry.

Just as He Zhao was about to put down his phone, he heard the sound of "chila" cooking and putting oil into the pan. The sound insulation effect of the old building is not good. I don't know which neighbor is cooking. The smell of oily smoke doesn't care about other people's feeling of strong invasion.

Still a little hungry.

What to eat?

This taste, neighbors eat chili fried pork?

But I have ordered several takeaway chili fried pork, and none of them are delicious.

He Zhao looked at the takeaway for a while, and the sound of cooking stopped, and it was time to start eating.

very nice.

He couldn't be the only one who didn't eat dinner in the whole community, right?

He Zhao turned over and lay on his back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Whether to eat and what to eat are two major problems in life.

By the way, the person upstairs is alone, has he eaten yet?what did you eat?Maybe you can refer to it?

He Zhao opened the chat software and started typing: What's for dinner?

Hmm... It seems a bit strange to ask this suddenly, like the opening remarks when inviting someone to dinner.

He Zhao thought generously, but if Yi Shi didn't eat, it's okay to invite him to a meal, as long as he can give a suggestion on what to eat.

After waiting for a while, Yi Shi did not reply.

He Zhao deleted the next sentence "Let me refer to you" that was still in the input box, and suddenly felt a little bored, and felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

How can it be so easy to be lonely and vulnerable when it's time to eat?

He thought wildly, in fact, people still have to start a family and have children, right?Otherwise, there will be a lot of lonely moments, right?But won't there be lonely moments when you start a family, start a business and have children?

Everyone will have their own life, parents will have their own life trajectory, mother has Uncle Zhang, He Wenyan has Aunt Xu and two daughters.Brother... brothers can't be together all the time, he will have his own girlfriend and his own family in the future.Children will not always be with you, and they will always fly freely when they grow up.

Nothing is forever, but because of this, there are thousands of possibilities in life.

So hungry.

Why do you still think about the philosophy of life when you are hungry?

How about going upstairs and knocking on the door to see what Yi Shi is eating?Everyone is so familiar, it's not too much to take a look, right?

Forget it, what did you say when we met? Let me come and see what you eat?It seems quite perverted, and a bit embarrassing.

He Zhao thought to himself again, I am someone who can't even think of what to eat for dinner, so I still care about this little face?

The phone vibrated, and He Zhao quickly swiped away.

Tenant: Just cooking

Cook? ? ? !

Spicy Crayfish: Do you cook with your own hands? ? ?

Tenant: Or use your feet?

He Zhao ignored the sarcasm in Yi Shi's words, and sent several messages in succession.

Spicy Crayfish: Can you cook?

Spicy crayfish: what did you do?

Spicy crayfish: delicious?

Another emoji of a dog drooling.

He Zhao re-read the message he sent, his intentions were too obvious and his tone too urgent, right? !If it didn't say "typing" above, he would really like to withdraw the message immediately.

Sure enough, people can't be impulsive, and if they are impulsive, they will expose their hearts.

He asked like this, will Yi Shi invite him to eat together?

Logically, at least ask politely, right?But it was Yi Shi, and He Zhao wasn't too sure.

Soon, new news flashed out.

Tenant: Haven't eaten yet.

Is this a reply to his last sentence?

there is none left?that's all?He asked three questions, and Yi Shi replied with three words?

Look, he sure as hell doesn't.

He Zhao was lazily hugging the pillow, and was about to turn off the screen and lie down for a rest, when another message popped up.

Tenant: What about you?

He Zhao sat up abruptly and typed, "I haven't eaten yet. I've been looking at takeout for a long time and don't know what to eat. I'm starving to death."

In view of being too impulsive just now, He Zhao read it immediately after writing it. It seems...it seems...it seems too obvious that the meaning of eating is too obvious!

So, He Zhao deleted this string, leaving only three reserved words: I haven't.

After thinking for a moment, change to: Me neither.

Well, quite natural.

Satisfied, He Zhao pressed send.

After a while, the news came.

Tenant: Let's go together, you come up.

He Zhao was immediately moved.

Although I thought about killing him just now, it was different when Yi Shi took the initiative to invite him.

Maybe it's the difference between a door-to-door forced marriage and an official marriage?

This analogy is also wrong, what a mess.

He Zhao picked two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator as gifts, walked up to the seventh floor, and rang the doorbell.

It was clearly his house, but standing at the door, there was a vague feeling of being invited as a guest.

Yi Shi quickly opened the door, and He Zhao changed shoes at the entrance.He glanced at it lightly from the corner of his eye, and this feeling became even stronger. The furnishings and furniture in the house have not changed, but there is an indescribable difference.

This lamp used to be the same color, does it look so cool and quiet in the room?

Could it be that the house fits Yi Shi's temperament after he lived in it for a short time?

The only change is that a new carpet was laid on the floor, and He Zhao stepped on it, which was very thick and soft.

He Zhao asked, "When was the carpet laid? It's quite comfortable."

After Yi Shi opened the door for him, he went straight into the kitchen, and replied in the kitchen, "Uncle asked someone to make it."

He Zhao is extremely familiar with every corner of the house, but somehow feels a little cramped.He stood for a while, thinking about the kitchen to see if he needed help, when Yi Shi had already come out with a red porcelain pot.

Yi Shi put the pot in the middle of the dining table, opened the lid, and the pot was full of everything, including potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, beef... and beans and vegetables that He Zhao couldn't tell what they were called.

I don't know if I'm really hungry, but the color is pretty, it smells good, and I look appetizing.

He Zhao swallowed quietly, and asked after deliberation, "Big mess?"

Yi Shi walked into the kitchen, came out with two plates of rice, and put one of them in front of He Zhao: "Almost."

Naturally, He Zhao, who came to eat for free, was not stingy with compliments: "It looks really good, let's eat!"

Yi Shi had already picked up the spoon. Hearing this, he paused and looked up at him: "Well, let's open it."

He Zhao scooped up a large spoonful and put it on top of the rice, took a sip, was amazed, it was actually quite delicious, he gave Yi Shi a thumbs up, and concentrated on eating.

He Zhao didn't speak, and Yi Shi didn't have much to say, the two of them finished the meal in silence as if they were having lunch in a sweet hour on weekdays.

He Zhao took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then took another sip of Coke contentedly: "I really didn't expect you to be able to cook."

Yi Shi: "Do whatever you want."

Pretty humble.

He Zhao rolled his eyes, nodded on purpose, and said regretfully, "That's right, you don't look like a good cook either."

Yi Shi has no expression on his face: "Don't come next time."

next time?And next time?

Unable to explain why, He Zhao suddenly wanted to laugh.

He Zhao knocked on the table: "Please correct your attitude, but you invited me here."

Yi Shi: "You are too obvious."

Yi Shi didn't say anything too obvious, but He Zhao knew what he was talking about.

It turned out that he could see it, did he really look so obvious that he wanted to eat?

Should be pretty obvious.

Perhaps because he was full of food and drink, he was in a good mood, but He Zhao didn't feel the embarrassment of being punctured. Instead, he couldn't help laughing: "What else will you cook? What shall we eat next time?"

Yi Shi: "Let a good chef cook for you."

He Zhaoneng bent Nengshen: "Don't do this, I was wrong, I was just joking, I just praised you for your delicious cooking and gave you a thumbs up, but in my heart, you are the best chef."

Having said that, his tone was also pretending to be serious, but his crooked smiling eyes revealed his joyful smile.

After a few seconds of silence, Yi Shi looked away from his face, lowered his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "You can try Chinese food next time."