At the beginning

"How do you know I'm not at work?"

"Guess," Ren Yi snatched the empty plate from Shang Yu's hands, "Why would you wake up so late if you were going to work?" There was a rustling sound from the sink, and Ren Yi started to wash the dishes.

The house that Shang Yu rented has been around for a while, and the decoration and appliances are also from the past. Naturally, there is no high-end thing like a dishwasher, so pots and pans can only be washed by hand.Shang Yu really hates washing dishes, so when he is alone at home, he seldom starts a fire. He almost always orders takeaway, and cooks noodles at most.

Coincidentally, Ren Yi also hates washing dishes.Not only does he hate washing dishes, he also hates cooking.He hated any job that required dealing with the kitchen.

However, he was determined to show it in front of his sweetheart, even though he had been greeting the kitchen without a dishwasher for a long time, he still maintained a chic smile on his face.

Moreover, in the next second, he heard the news that made his smile bloom even more.

"If I go, won't I disturb your work?"

Ren Yi quickly flushed the plate, shook his hand, and put his arm on Shang Yu's shoulder familiarly: "No one goes there, I count the time to get off work every day, I'm so bored."

"Alright then." Shang Yu agreed.

Ren Yi was so happy that he wanted to jump high, but he couldn't show it.He wiped his hands quickly, and very naturally found a larger long-sleeved T-shirt from Shang Yu's living room closet and put it on.

He had taken a fancy to this dress just now, it was longer than other clothes when it was hanging in the closet, so it didn't belong to the owner at first glance.While Shang Yu was still awake, he secretly tried it on, and the size was just right.

Because he was afraid of getting oily from cooking, he hung up his clothes again.

Shang Yu is already used to Ren Yi's style of not treating himself as an outsider at all, and he is not hypocritical, or it can be said that he is too easy-going, and he will hardly lose his temper when others mess with his things.

Last time, a friend from out of town came to live with him. After he left, Shang Yu hired Aunt Jie to clean up the mess he couldn't do without, without complaining to the friend.

The black sweater that Ren Yi is wearing now is left by that friend.It was two sizes too big for his own clothes, so it hung in the closet untouched after washing.

Shang Yu wanted to send it back to a friend, but he found that he couldn't contact the friend who had borrowed 2000 yuan from him.

Maybe the clothes were left by him to pay off the debt.Shang Yu thought kindly.

That friend is a bit fat, but not as tall as Ren Yi.Wearing the same clothes on Ren Yi's body, it looks much more pleasing to the eye.

He was cold and evil in uniform yesterday, but now that he has changed his clothes, he looks a lot more friendly and easy-going, and it is easier to get close to him.

After Ren Yi got dressed, he found that Shang Yu had been staring at him in a daze. He leaned over and asked with a smile, "Why, are you attracted by my beauty?"

Shang Yu has not yet adapted to his words that always imply other meanings, so he turns his head and ignores him.

Ren Yi didn't tease him anymore, but patted him on the back and said, "Go and change, although it's close, it's time to go."

The two walked on the road together, one handsome and unrestrained, the other soft and cute, attracting passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

Ren Yi unlocked the door of the bookstore, pushed the switches of a few lights, and the yellow lights lit up, reflecting the dark brown bookshelf, that kind of noble and retro feeling is ready to come out.

Then he took Shang Yu to a place closer to the inside, because it was blocked by the bookshelf, and there were several wooden tables here from the outside.

The tables and chairs are the same color and material as the bookshelves. Shang Yu sat down on the chair that Ren Yi opened for him, and casually flipped through a book that was spread out on the table—a novel about catching ghosts. watch.

After arranging Shang Yu, Ren Yi returned to his counter.

He quietly took out a can of coffee beans from under the counter.

The owner of the bookstore keeps a lot of beans here, of all kinds and flavors, such as Kilimanjaro, Brazil, Colombia, Kenya, the bad-tasting Javanese Robusta, and the ones whose names he can’t remember. It's a bunch of numbers.

He picked out one of his favorites, ground the beans with the techniques he had been honing since working here, and brewed them. The aroma of coffee soon permeated the entire bookstore, and Shang Yu couldn't help but put it down. With the book in his hand, he stood opposite Ren Yi, quietly watching him make coffee.

After the coffee was brewed, Ren Yi added a small box of milk in it, and after Geng Shangyu confirmed his taste, he added another lump of sugar.

"Is this still a coffee shop?" Shang Yu asked, smelling the pleasant smell of coffee.

"The boss didn't say that," Ren Yi brought the coffee to the table where Shang Yu was sitting just now, "but he said that I can drink the coffee as I like, and if I run out of beans, tell him, and he will come to replenish."

Shang Yu picked up the cup and took a sip. It tasted different from all the coffee he had drunk before, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different.He wanted to say that it was delicious, but he was worried that his compliment would be taken as a courtesy, so he didn't say anything at all.

Although the words were not spoken, the expressions had replaced the words, expressing his mood.Ren Yi sat down opposite him: "If you like, you can come every day."

Shang Yu: "I also have to go to work."

"Didn't your company give you ten days off?"

Shang Yu was taken aback: "How do you know?"

"Well, anyway, I know. It's not important." Ren Yi deliberately changed the subject, pointing to the rows of bookshelves behind Shang Yu, "Do you like reading? There are many books here."

"It's okay." Shang Yu gave an ambiguous answer.

He has no particular enthusiasm for books, it can only be said that he does not hate them.When he was in school, he didn't find it strenuous or boring to read the textbooks. He was easily immersed in and jumped out of the romance and martial arts novels given to him by his friends.A book is a book, and he still has to return to live in the real world.

But he always felt that on a summer afternoon, holding a book on the balcony, with steaming coffee and a small pot of green plants on the rattan table, and the rain falling outside, it was as beautiful as a picture scroll.

"You can take whatever you like."

Shang Yu felt that this was not good: "Don't you have to pay it back?"

"Anyway, the shop owner doesn't know what books he has." Ren Yi realized that the image of stealing the boss's goods seems not good, so he quickly changed his words, "I can buy them and give them to you."

Shang Yu lowered his head and took another sip of coffee, and thanked him vaguely.

The types of coffee beans are borrowed from "How about a cup of coffee", I have no research on this.Stomach patients have been away from coffee for a long time...