On the daily life of nemesis

He slowly opened his eyes, but a smile suddenly appeared on the corners of his mouth, holding the water glass in front of his eyes like a child, through the rough texture of the water glass, the water in the glass swayed with his movements, Through the reflection in the cup, one can vaguely see the figure of that person, with his delicate and delicate face, slightly curly wine red curly hair, still wearing his favorite dark blue, men's business suit, and the cold fingertips running along The ridges of the water cup slowly slid down to the center of his eyebrows and eyes, and the reflection of his fingertips in the cup slowly outlined his eyebrows and eyes. Just like this, he was content, he shouldn't, shouldn't, and couldn't do it anymore. Ask for something extravagantly, and maybe you shouldn't extravagantly ask for the tenderness that doesn't belong to him.

He put down the water glass suddenly, then raised his eyes to look at the figure of the man with a smile on his lips.

How long have you not seen each other?

How long has it been since he looked at him carefully like this?

Even so long that I almost forgot

The voices and smiles of the people in front of me have changed,

yes,

long long time

So long that I almost forgot. .

. . .

Seeing his expression, Pang Zhen just learned that he was safe and sound. After talking to him a few words, he turned and walked towards the kitchen, but he didn't notice the complex eyes full of deep meaning behind him.

Xiang Shaoqian suddenly raised the water glass and placed it next to his lips. The water in the glass poured out and fell into the mouth. The warm white water rushed into his throat to dilute the astringency in his chest. It seemed that the residual temperature of the water still remained until the last drop. When the water dripped into the tip of his tongue, he just put down the water glass, and then held the water glass in his hand again. He slightly turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen, and could vaguely see the man clearly through the mist in his eyes. With a busy figure, he tilted his head and leaned lightly on the sofa pillow, a long-lost sense of security gradually came to his heart, suddenly, a drop of water or tears slipped onto Bai Jiu's arm, and he just smiled He looked in the direction of the kitchen, but didn't notice it.

It would be great if time could stay at this moment, even if it's just this moment, a short tenderness. . . . .

That's just wishful thinking,

In the silhouettes of those old times

How much pain and love are hidden

It's not that I missed the good years

but lost each other

If only a few years in the morning

more courage

Maybe we still have a chance to go shoulder to shoulder with it. . . .

At the same time, after Pang Zhen walked into the kitchen, he habitually opened the double-door refrigerator, and his thin joints lightly rested on the top of the partition and knocked slightly. As he expected, there was nothing in the huge refrigerator. There are no ingredients, the four rows of compartments on the left are filled with various brands of beverages, while the four rows of compartments on the right are only left with three or two eggs, and of course there are toasts placed on the top of the refrigerator. He lightly Sighing, he reached out to pick up the two eggs on the compartment, and then picked up the toast bag placed on the refrigerator, then closed the refrigerator, ready to start frying toast, and picked up the porcelain bottle of olive oil He paused for a moment, as if he had forgotten something.

Pot, pot, he tiptoed to open the cupboard above his head, oh, it's really clear!Except for a frying pan and a steamer, I didn't even see the most common rice cooker. . . . . .

Pang Zhen pursed his lips slightly, and subconsciously scratched his forehead with his little finger. Even though he has all kinds of cooking skills, he can't show them off!

For a professional cartoonist, cooking and cooking are commonplace. It can be said that it is a must-have function for every painter. Perhaps for a cartoonist with the best cooking skills, there is no such thing as kitchen utensils and ingredients. Art can also be ruined, and there is nothing more tragic than this, but there is nowhere to display the skills when there is nothing to do!

Finally, after some thought, he took down the pan and placed it on the stove.

Apron, apron, he suddenly lowered his eyes to look for something, but he didn't get what he wanted. Where is the apron? Then he took off his suit jacket and put it on the dining chair, and slightly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt until it was on his forearm, revealing half of his smooth and white forearm. Then he nodded in satisfaction, and turned on the gas. , and then poured the porcelain bottle of olive oil into the pan, and saw that a thin layer of emerald green olive oil slowly covered the black wall of the pot in a clockwise direction, and the emerald green olive oil glowed under the burning of the gas. Seeing the bright oil droplets, he opened the toast bag casually, took out two slices of toast, and then held the egg in one hand and tapped it on the edge of the pot wall,

With a "bang", the eggshell shattered, and he neatly threw the eggshell into the trash can beside him, then looked down at the light yellow liquid and the thin layer of liquid that had all flowed into the pot. The olive oil is fused together, the white toast is stained with a little yellow egg liquid, a pair of silver chopsticks seem to have mastered the rhythm and flipped from time to time, the aroma of egg white mixed with the aroma of oil smells in the nose In the meantime, he slightly turned off the fire, the heat was just right, and the oil temperature was just controlled on that temperature line, as if all the controls were extremely precise and seemed to be completely controlled by that person.

Suddenly, listening to the "sizzling sound" of hot oil in his ears for a while, he was a little absent-minded, and then habitually fell into deep thought.

He can accurately find the kitchen utensils that are hidden in the cabinet but are not easy to find. He always habitually searches for the rare ingredients in the refrigerator. He can even remember the layout of the room and the arrangement of various small items. , the person's preferences, and the person's favorite color.

It's been a long time since I have such a long-lost sense of familiarity. How long has it been?It's been so long that he doesn't remember it. . . . .

In my memory, he has always been busy. Sometimes when he gets busy, it is not normal to not see him for three to five years. This is the case for Xiang Shaoqian, and so is Pang Zhen. I don’t like it at all. Due to the shackles of the family, he left the family's protection five years ago. He returned to U City alone without telling his family and his grandfather in Switzerland. Living hard in a strange place without any acquaintances, but even so, the head of the Pang family, Pang Zhen's father, still bought a property for Pang Zhen in a golden area in the center of U City. The lack of residents may be due to Pang Zhen's quiet childhood, but this foresight provides an excellent and quiet environment for Pang Zhen's painting career in the future, and the relationship between Pang Zhen and the Xiang family may be traced back to the family The older generation, the Pang family and the Xiang family were friends from generation to generation. Before Pang Zhen came to U City, he had studied in U City. For this matter, he also had a dispute with his father. After all, he also paid a certain price for this. No one knew the reason why Pang Zhen wanted to study in U City, and he was the only one who knew the reason.

#####Forehead. . .It's a bit cruel.