Slag

No one answered him, the door seemed to be welded into the wall, and there was no sign of opening it at all.

The people in the room didn't seem to be able to hear what he said at all, it was just a door, but it seemed to block all his hopes.

Lin Jian was still leaning against the door. In this dark room, he could look away at will, and no one could see his absent-minded appearance.

His reaction slowed down too much, but when he saw Han Qiushi's face clearly just now, he was still subconsciously startled.

The reaction in his heart was unconscious and sentimental, which made him irritable.

The voices of the people outside the door gradually weakened, and in the end they were completely silent.

Then he vaguely heard footsteps going away.

really.

I don't even bother to spend more time with him when I'm pretending.

Lin Jianyi raised his hand and patted on the light, and walked into the kitchen with a bucket of instant noodles.

Fu Feibai called and said, "Surprise inspection! Hurry up and make a noise."

Lin Jian put the mobile phone next to the kettle - the original kettle was broken, and this was a spare kettle that had some defects but was not broken at the time, so he was not willing to throw it away.

"What?! Fuck, you drive the fucking train at home?"

——The only disadvantage is that when the water is boiling, the noise is so loud that it disturbs the people.

Lin Jian smiled and said, "I'll let you hear the unique sound of my kettle."

"Throw away that shit, the neighbors who boiled the water in the middle of the night thought it was haunted. Also! Don't disturb the topic, are you eating or not?"

How could this kind of joking prank just fool Fu Feibai's sight.

Lin saw that the sound of the kettle gradually weakened, and then the sound of boiling and tumbling water became more and more obvious. He picked up the water and said in a normal tone, "Han Qiushi came to see me just now." It was just "Han Qiushi" It was awkward and unfamiliar, as if I had never put these three words together in several lifetimes.

Fu Feibai couldn't connect the six words "Han Qiushi" and "Looking for Lin Jian" for a while, and his mind was disconnected for a few seconds before he came back to his senses.

He stood up immediately with a "swoosh": "Who?! Han Qiushi?? Did he send someone to watch you, you fucking idiot..."

"I'm fine, I didn't let him in." Lin Jian didn't care if he was supervised or not, he squatted at home and played games every day, what kind of flowers could he be asked to monitor?

Fu Feibai became even more excited: "Of course he can't be allowed in!"

"En." Lin Jian replied.

"Okay, I'll take a leave of absence tomorrow to look at the house, if I don't live here, we can change another place."

"It's a waste of time to adapt to the new environment, but it's good here." Lin Jian said, and then added: "I won't let him in."

Fu Feibai couldn't educate him over the phone, but he still insisted on coming to him tomorrow.

There is only one reason why Lin Jian doesn't let Fu Feibai come these days. He knows that he is emotionally unstable, and even the aura around him is always suppressed. No normal person can stand a person full of energy.

He felt that he could see as few people as possible.

"Then what about your meal? This idiot can't eat your meal, right?" Fu Feibai was puzzled, "Or you... Seeing that he didn't eat, you softened your heart again and gave him the meal?"

Lin Jianyi raised his eyebrows: "Why am I so kind in your heart?"

Fu Feibai sneered, and said casually: "I don't know about others, but about him... I don't think it's strange what you do for him."

Lin Jian's expression changed instantly, and his chopsticks picked up the noodles that hadn't soaked naturally, and just took a half-hard but not soft bite.

so hot——

"is it?"

Lin Jian didn't know what Fu Feibai answered.

His attention soon disappeared. Maybe he rushed to the top of the mountain to look at the night scene, and found that such a big city really had no place to stay. He jumped down disappointed, and prayed in his heart that he would fall to his death successfully. ah.

Fu Feibai hung up the phone when he couldn't hear anything, and when he called again, no one answered.

Lin Jian sat on the sofa, found a book and pressed it on the instant noodles, silently staring blankly, waiting for the soak to soften before eating.

The doorbell rang again—

Could it be that Fu Feibai ordered takeaway for him again?

Lin Jian walked over to open the door, and the people outside couldn't wait to speak when the door just opened a gap, for fear that if he spoke a second later, he would be interrupted by closing the door.

Holding a lot of bags, Han Qiushi raced against the clock and said, "I'll go buy you rice as an apology for not being able to handle the fried rice just now."

Lin Jian frowned, his boredom was vividly displayed on his face, his eyes were uneven, and he was about to close the door with his arms.

Han Qiushi's eyes were quick and his feet were quick, he blocked the door with one leg, and handed everything in his hand to Lin Jian: "You don't have to see me, but...you have to eat."

Lin Jian lowered his eyes and took a look, that is, he saw what was in the bag.

He let go of his hand, no longer trying to pull the door hard, but took the bag and squatted down.

Take out the lunch boxes inside one by one——

Lin Jian looked at the top two boxes, and suddenly felt that God's jokes really had no limit.

The two of them who are so undestined, how come their brains are growing together today.

Mapo tofu.

"I don't eat spicy food at night."

Twice the meat.

"I don't eat fat."

"What's this?" Lin Jian picked up the next box, looked at it for a long time but didn't recognize anything else, only one thing.

"I don't eat eggplant." Another box was placed on the ground.

"It's too oily, I don't like it."

"It's too sweet, it's boring."

"It's too spicy, I can't eat it."

"There are still buns." Lin Jian opened the lunch box, broke open one, took a look at the stuffing and put it down again.

He looked up at Han Qiu who was squatting in front of him, and when he rejected all the meals he brought, his aggrieved expression looked like a big dog.

But Lin Jian couldn't feel any emotions anymore, he covered the lunch box and put the last thing aside.

"I hate meat buns."

He put the lunch boxes back one by one and put them in front of Han Qiushi.

He got up slowly, looked down at Han Qiushi's hair——

"You really... don't know me at all."

Han Qiushi looked up at him, his eyes seemed to be a little red, but Lin Jian couldn't see clearly.

He squatted for too long just now, and now he is very dizzy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this... I can go buy it again, you wait for me, wait for me for another half an hour." Han Qiushi said, standing up quickly, as if unilaterally agreeing with his own statement, unwilling to hear Lin Jian's refusal was mediocre, and he rushed to the elevator.

Lin Jian closed the door, went back and sat on the sofa and thought for a while, after being disturbed like this, he realized that he was really a picky eater.

But fortunately, instant noodles are omnipotent.

He moved the book away, opened the instant noodle cover, and smelled a burst of fragrance.

But Lin Jian couldn't be happy at all, his face was already swollen.

Everything he encountered was so inappropriate, it seemed to be satirizing him, a person who shouldn't exist.

The author has something to say:

It's shameful to waste, don't learn from Korean dogs.

Small me, big dream.

就韩狗这尿性，我一定可以写30万！感谢在2021-03-1601:15:32~2021-03-1700:01:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Keguyu. 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Miya, please don't go around □ □ 20 bottles; 2 bottles for dredging the rain;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!