Slag

Half an hour is obviously impossible, and it took more than an hour for Han Qiu to go back and forth.

He remembered everything Lin Jian said just now, and told the chef not to be spicy, not sweet, not oily and not salty. The chef asked him if he would like white porridge?That expression looked sarcastic, as if he was saying that he was so picky, what would he eat, go and drink your plain porridge.

Unexpectedly, Han Qiushi actually said after thinking for a while, "Okay, have a copy."

In their store, it costs 40 yuan to order a bowl of porridge, and few people who are taken advantage of will do this kind of thing.

The chefs are not skilled in cooking porridge.

He picked and picked and almost crossed off all the dishes in a menu. When he turned to the last page, cold sweat came down the waiter's forehead.

"Actually, the dishes in our store are not as serious as you said. They are basically tastes of ordinary people." The waiter said softly, "This is the last page."

However, under such circumstances, Han Qiushi still insisted on ordering four dishes and one soup, and listed a large list of taboos. Looking at it, he thought it was some new secret recipe of this restaurant.

He hurried back all the way, and went straight to the door of Lin Jian's house.

When knocking on the door this time, the people in the house no longer had any high-sounding excuses to open the door for him.

Han Qiushi stood at the door and rang the doorbell, knocked on the door if he didn't answer, and said anxiously: "I bought it as you said, come out and get it? You can't skip eating..."

In the room, Lin Jian threw away the bucket of instant noodles, opened the window to diffuse the smell of instant noodles at home, and took advantage of the opportunity to stand by the window.

The evening wind in this season is still very comfortable, blowing the curtains lightly, and occasionally brushing against Lin Jian's shoulders and hair ends, such seemingly indistinct disturbances made Lin Jian feel a lot more comfortable, so he stood there, Facing the neither light nor heavy wind, I felt the curtains given life by the wind rub against my side.

It's just that this scene was not as quiet as expected, the sound of the doorbell and door knocking mingled in one's ears—it couldn't be quiet at all.

Lin Jian turned around, turned his back to the window, and looked in the direction of the door.

If these things hadn't happened, if he would never know Han Qiushi's purpose, if everything was as good as before, he should now walk over with a smile, open the door and take the things in the hands of the dusty people , Greeting him: "You're back? What did you buy?"

It's just that this fantasy stops here, Lin Jian doesn't want to have a follow-up article.

Because the following text is not so beautiful, Lin saw Han Qiushi's impatient face immediately appeared in his mind, and asked him: "Why do you care so much? Why do you care about me when you live together for a few days?"

It turned out that subconsciously, he couldn't even accept Han Qiushi who was humiliating in front of him.The Han Qiushi he remembered never had a good face towards him.

He seemed to be a person who was used to the dark days, and only felt glaring when he saw the light.

How could he manage his feelings like this? !

Lin Jiannu started from his heart, walked to the door in three steps at a time, pressed the handle, and pulled it away——

Han Qiushi hurriedly stuffed the food to him: "Here, it should be edible this time, but I don't know if it has cooled down?"

Lin Jian kept looking at him for a moment, without even a ripple in his eyes.

This look frightened Han Qiushi, and he only glanced over it hastily, not daring to meet such eyes at all.

too frightening.

It's like imprinting disgust on everything you see, as if you only see Han Qiushi at this moment.

He wouldn't look at each other stupidly, wouldn't that be the catcher's seat?

That's right... As long as he doesn't look at it, that look doesn't belong to him.

Han Qiushi swallowed unconsciously, and handed the bag containing the lunch box to Lin Jian again.

Lin Jian was still looking at him, and didn't do anything else.

Han Qiushi couldn't stay any longer, as if he would die immediately if he was tainted by this disgusted gaze for a few seconds longer.

He squatted down and stuffed the bag into the gap between Lin Jian's legs.

Lostly exhorted: "Eat it while it's hot, I'll go first..."

Then he turned his head and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

When he reached the elevator entrance, he pressed the keys desperately, but the number was far from 11.

A word came from behind: "Don't come again."

It was the voice he missed the most accompanied by the words that hurt him the most.

"I don't want to see you." Lin Jian said again.

His voice is not loud, just the volume of talking at a normal distance.But it passed into Han Qiushi's ears unimpeded and clearly.

He began to complain, why is there such a gap in the corridor, if there are more obstacles, he will not hear it.

Why did the elevator come down so slowly? If it was faster, it would be nice to leave before Lin Jian could speak.

He childishly shared his heartache with all inanimate matter, as if he could escape the hatred for himself in this way.

However, it would only be counterproductive. He knew better than anyone else who was at fault.

Someone opened the door next door, Lin Jian happened to look down at the bag in a daze, and raised his head to look over when he heard the sound.

It's a junior high school boy next door, did he disturb his study?

Lin Jian said apologetically, "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

The boy shook his head: "My mother said that the brother next door might be in trouble, let me come out and take a look, as long as you are fine."

So the society is not so dark. Although he still can't find the meaning of his existence, the warmth of this moment still makes him feel clearly that he is alive.

"Thank you, I'm fine. Have you had dinner tonight?" Lin Jian asked.

The boy smiled and said, "Of course, the first thing I do when I get home is eat."

"Are you still hungry?"

The boy was a little puzzled: "Ah, it's okay..."

Lin Jian picked up the bag on the ground, looked down and saw a bowl of porridge on the top, he took out the porridge, and handed the rest to the boy.

"Not poisonous."

The boy scratched his head: "Huh?"

Lin Jian said: "A friend who doesn't like it sent it, just eat some? I remember that this dish is not bad."

There is a logo printed on the bag of the lunch box, and the boy can recognize it at a glance. He waved his hand and said, "It's too expensive. My mother will definitely scold me if she finds out."

Lin Jian was silent.

Can't send it out.

"Brother, are you... Just finished arguing with your friend?" The boy asked tentatively.

Lin Jian pulled out a smile: "That's right."

"Then... if you don't want to waste it, I can help you solve it," the boy laughed, "but I will treat you to dinner next time, although I can't invite such expensive ones."

Lin Jian handed him the bag, and agreed with a smile: "Okay."

After closing the door, Lin Jian noticed that the window was opened too far and it was a bit cold.

He opened the bowl of porridge, and at a glance, it was white, flat and without any ups and downs.

The taste of drinking is also very ordinary, no matter how hard you work, it is just a plain porridge.

It turned out that the dishes didn't taste better just because it was delivered by Han Qiushi.

But he used to be convinced of this.

How stupid is that?

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