Is Mr. Ling doing well today?

On Christmas Eve, the shops on both sides of the street are full of festive atmosphere.Even the courtyard of the community has several Christmas trees full of decorations.

Liang Zhao walked alone through a whole area of ​​warm yellow hanging lamps, and walked into the empty underground corridor.There are also a lot fewer vehicles parked in the garage tonight, probably because families or couples are going out together to find holiday romance.

The elevator stopped on the 12th floor. As expected, both households on the first floor were silent.

The platform of the public pool was cleaned by the cleaners hired by the property.It's just that the rows of small soil boxes on the suspension frame are scattered here and there, which looks a bit awkward.

The Lithops flowers raised by Ling Xuan had dried up in the winter, and they were on the verge of dying, even the shower was gone.

I don't know how that guy usually tends to these flowers and plants.

Liang Zhao frowned, took out the key and walked into the house.I didn't come back for half a month, and there was not even a bottle of thirst-quenching mineral water left in the refrigerator.

We are too sleepy to socialize on weekdays, except for Mr. Wu who can't spare at the moment, no one can make appointments.

It seems that tonight is destined to miss the festival.

It was getting dark, and Liang Zhao was too tired to go out again, so he could only compromise and open the delivery software on his mobile phone, ordering a casual meal.

While waiting for the delivery, he made a simple drip irrigation tool with a cup and a hose, and returned to the corridor with a few tools to keep the Lithops army back.

The thick pavement stone flowers in the small pots were noisy and airtight, so they were picked out one by one, loosened the soil and moved the pots one by one.

Time passed quietly, and the soft moonlight fell from the corridor window, casting a layer of shivering silver light.

jingle--

The bell of the unit door rang suddenly from the half-open door of No. 1201, and the people who were concentrating on cultivating the soil were startled.

Is the takeaway delivered?After all, apart from family members who would say hello in advance, there are almost no visitors in this small house.

Liang Zhao put down the things in his hand, pressed the connect button suspiciously, and a familiar and clear voice came out.

"Lianggong~ I forgot to bring the key card, call the elevator for me!"

The people who were supposed to attend the celebration banquet outside just appeared again without warning.A chief researcher who advocates science subconsciously looked back at the flower stand.

Did he really have a telepathic connection with these things?

The elevator ascended at a constant speed from the negative floor, and opened in front of him with a ding.Ling Xuan, dressed in black casual fashion, walked out from the inside, carrying two large bags of ingredients purchased from the supermarket.

[Fortunately, you were at home and didn’t let me climb the stairs. Thank you, Liang Gong, for saving my life again. ]

"You, shouldn't you be meeting at the master's gate?" Liang Zhao asked, taking two steps forward and helping.

During the handover, he noticed a few red and white marks on the palms of his palms, and his fingertips were also cold from the cold.

"I was there just now, but it's boring. I just slipped out with just a reason."

Ling Xuan stood up and lifted the turkey box in his arms to Liang Zhao. "Look, the supermarket is on sale. There are a lot of people queuing up. This is the last one."

After speaking, he muttered regretfully: "I bought it, but I don't have an oven at home."

Liang Zhao glanced at the door of his house in 1201 knowingly, raised his foot against the door frame, and blocked the neighbor's move to "break and enter the house".

"So you want to take it in and bake it?"

Ling Xuanteng didn't open his hand, he directly pushed Lianggong's leg with his knee, walked in with ease, and only left a sentence: "You still owe me a home-cooked meal, do you want to play tricks?"

The young man went straight into the restaurant and spread the ingredients on the table. When he turned around, he saw that the owner of the house was still standing still with a helpless expression, raising his head and urging in a long voice.

"Oh, I don't want to eat you for nothing. I bought all the sauces and side dishes, and I brought my own wine. Let's bake it quickly, Chef Liang, I really want to eat it, I really want to eat it."

Hearing this, Liang Zhao noticed the wine he had placed beside him casually, and immediately recognized this bottle of six-figure collection Bordeaux wine.

"White Horse in 47?"

"Well, good wine is meant to be shared. Anyway, Liang Gong has seen through my prodigal face, let's drink together." Ling Xuan said, and had already returned to the door to catch people. He supported Liang Zhao's back with both hands, and pushed him into the room. kitchen.

Having been properly arranged, Liang Zhao could only follow suit and start washing his hands and tidying up.The two big bags piled up on the table really contained all the materials, and it took a lot of effort to simply handle them.

Jingle Bell--

"Ling Xuan."

The doorbell rang again, and the man who couldn't spare his hands from cooking called the neighbor to ask the ladder to open the door.

A figure crossed from the direction of the living room, "Here we come."

After a faint sound of thanks, Ling Xuan returned to the kitchen holding the greasy takeaway box. "You originally planned to eat this? It's been a long time since I saw you, and Liang Gong's life has degenerated like this?"

Liang Zhao didn't have time to raise his head, and concentrated on stuffing the kneaded ham, chestnut, toast, onion and other ingredients into the turkey's belly, and responded in two simple words: "Save the trouble."

"...Are you so tired?" Ling Xuan suddenly had an obedient expression on his face, walked to Liang Zhao's side, watched his skillful cooking movements, and asked softly, "Am I not sensible anymore?"

Liang Zhao paused, looked at the young man who suddenly became quiet beside him for two seconds, and said with a smile, "When did I say that to you?"

A smile appeared on Ling Xuan's handsome face again, and because of the close distance between the two, he naturally put his hands on Lianggong's shoulders, flattering him: "Then I'll give you a squeeze."

"Come on, go and cut a lemon for me."

"okay."

In the slightly narrow space, the two tall figures were busy with each other, and no one spoke again.

The kitchen, which was cold half an hour ago, is already hot. The takeaway just delivered is lying in a corner with a lot of rich ingredients, quietly watching the fireworks on Christmas Eve.

After a long wait, the oven finally hummed.Liang Zhao put on oven mitts and brought out the whole plate of turkey.

"Put it here." Before the marble dining table was set, Ling Xuan poked his head out from the balcony and beckoned.

He has cleaned up the space exposed to the night, set up a small dining table, and placed wine glasses.

"It's not too cold in winter." Liang Zhao leaned over and arranged the cut turkey, and took his coat and handed it over, "Put it on."

Ling Xuan put on his clothes and sat against the high-rise fence, feeling the cool but not too cold temperature in the early winter night, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"I didn't notice it when I came back just now. The wind is really comfortable tonight, isn't it?"

The wind tonight is really comfortable, and it seems to have the same effect as the beautiful moonlight today.Liang Zhao just nodded and sat beside him in silence.

Ling Xuan took a sip of the purple-red liquid, and looked up at the Milky Way under the night sky, his silhouette was reflected by the bright moonlight.

After a moment of silence, there was a crisp sound, and the two glass walls collided lightly.

Liang Zhao took back the gesture of clinking glasses with him, and apologized: "I was too busy a while ago, so I forgot to promise you." After speaking, he brought the wine to his lips and took two sips.

"I know." Ling Xuan didn't look dissatisfied, and reminded him: "And you not only dove on me once, you didn't even go to the martial arts gym last Friday."

"Is there anything new about Annihilation?"

"Yes, you missed my wonderful [-]v[-] live broadcast. Next time, it may be your game."

Ling Xuan originally wanted to complain badly about a certain incompetent examiner, but his sword-like eyebrows are picturesque, making people lose their helmets and armor and have no way to attack.

Liang Zhao swallowed a sip of wine with a smirk, the Adam's apple exposed at the neckline moved up and down sexyly, cleared his throat, and said in a soft and slightly hoarse voice, "You, it's still early."

"Hiss." Ling Xuan, who was ridiculed, clenched his teeth, imitating Cen Qi's black snake, threatening unconvincedly.

The inexplicably cute behavior made Liang Zhao's laughter even more pleasant.

"How about the thesis?"

"Of course no problem. I'm going to leave school for an internship next week. I'm still a bit reluctant to study hard in the cold window of 18 years."

How cold are you?

Liang Zhao glanced sideways at the boy's movement of sloshing the liquor, and also handed over the glass, "Then I wish you a bright future."

"Cut, wooden pile, I can't even say a nice word." Ling Xuan muttered to himself, and drank the wine in his glass.

The night wind gradually cooled the turkey on the table.Liang Zhao was looking up at the waning moon at midnight when he suddenly felt his knees sink.

It turned out that the person sitting in front lay down on his back, leaning on him and looking up at the stars.

"Liang Gong, I have a headache."

"You drink too much, go in first, I'll clean up here."

"En." Ling Xuan staggered up from the ground, trying to step across the messy floor to enter the door.

Unexpectedly, he tripped over a can of sparkling water under his feet, fell down abruptly, and hugged him into a firm embrace.

The familiar aroma of juniper berries is sent into Liangzhao's nose by the night wind, mixed with the sweetness of wine to form a poem.

Like the first time I met in the park a few months ago, the weight on my body has not been reduced.

"Not getting up again?"

Liang Zhao propped his body up with his chest, half-lyed indifferently on the more messy balcony, and asked in a low voice, "You plan to let me clean it up with you?"

Ling Xuan moved closer to the ear of the person under him, breathed out the smell of alcohol, and his voice was wanton and itchy, but his eyes were extremely clear.

"I'm not a one-night stand."

Even if you are Dao Bingleng, you have to grow under my own roof.

It was past one o'clock in the morning before Liang Zhao tidied up the Christmas dinner scene.

Opening the door, he watched Ling Xuan walk back to 1202 with lazy steps.Facing the light of the voice-activated lights, I saw a row of flowerpots neatly placed in the corridor again.

The shriveled Apricot plants are slowly regaining their vitality.

Liang Zhao returned to his bedroom, lay down on the bed, and took out his mobile phone in the dark environment without the lights on.At some point, there was a message from Wu Ze in the WeChat list.

[I heard from Jian Anning that you are all busy, why didn't you drink in the next life?Waiting for you for hours in vain. ]

Yoshiaki frowned suspiciously.

[Aren’t your masters having a celebration banquet tonight? ]

[Where did the news come from? ]

[A circle of friends of one of your students. ]

[Did have a meal, but that was last weekend. ]

[? ]

Liang Zhao noticed something strange, and opened Moments again. Sure enough, the previous posts had been deleted, and the latest one was 3 minutes ago.

[To wish people a merry Christmas, it is better to be happy together.Tonight's performance is not bad, no one misses me?impossible. ]

The phone vibrated slightly, and Wu Ze sent another new message.

[Okay, if you are too tired, go to bed early. ]

Liang Zhao typed a reply expressionlessly.

[Being teased by a child so hard that he can't fall asleep. ]