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In the end, he let Cheng Yi come in, otherwise the kid would hold the door frame and refused to let go. Song Xianfei had no choice but to tell him repeatedly to leave after eating.

Cheng Yi is like a wild dog off the leash, just running around the house and having fun, he treats it as casually as his own home, occupying the sofa under his buttocks without saying a word.

Song Xianfei glanced at him, then turned around and went into the kitchen with the vegetables, and asked Cheng Yi to go to the refrigerator to get some drinks.

While Song Xianfei was busy in the kitchen, Cheng Yi took a closer look at this small but clean and tidy room. There were a few green potted plants in the corner of the living room, and a group of sofas of the same color on the gray carpet.

The most eye-catching thing is the row of bookshelves against the wall. Except for a few old records, there is a dazzling array of books. Chinese and foreign masterpieces occupy one side. Although the appearance is old, it is very clean and there is no dust. The style of his office is exactly the same.

Cheng Yi casually picked out a book leaning on the left side of the bookshelf, wanting to learn more about Song Xianfei's daily hobbies and interests, but he didn't expect that the book had just been held in his hand and before he had time to take a look at it, a black square fell down The holster just hit his foot.

Cheng Yi bent down to pick it up, and pinched the side with the ID card. He found that the ID card was missing a small corner, and the date of issue had already expired for a long time.

Song Xianfei in the photo has a different hairstyle than now, and doesn't wear glasses. He should be about the same age as himself at that time, but he looks too young and innocent in the picture, and he doesn't have the mature charm now .

After all, a man has 31 flowers, and when he reaches a certain age, he will have his special attraction.

Cheng Yi squinted his eyes and carefully read the information about him. In 1990, he was 31 years old, eight years older than himself. It can be said that when Song Xianfei was playing marbles, he was still breastfeeding in his infancy.

It stands to reason that he is a little older, but who makes himself like him?

After thinking about it, Cheng Yi's eyes inadvertently stayed on the month, not feeling a little surprised.

"October NO.13? Isn't it next Wednesday?" Cheng Yi muttered to himself, it seems that today is not a small harvest, at least knowing Song Xianfei's birthday, so that he has the opportunity to prepare a surprise for him before his birthday, just in case Song Xianfei was so moved that he accepted his pursuit.

Cheng Yi could not help but fall into infinite reverie.

"Is there anything you need to avoid?" Song Xianfei suddenly came out of the kitchen at this moment, wearing a red checkered apron.

Cheng Yi's hands trembled violently, and his consciousness was forcibly pulled back to his primordial spirit from beyond the sky, and he covered his certificate with a book with a look of shock, "Except for coriander and green onions, there is nothing to avoid."

"Okay." Song Xianfei glanced at the book in his hand from a distance, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "You also read foreign literature."

"Ah?" Cheng Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then looked down at the book in his hand. He just picked it up casually, without seeing the title of the book. In fact, he didn't intend to read the book, and he didn't have the patience to read it.

"The Narrow Door of the French writer André Gide, I remember reading this book a long time ago." Song Xianfei approached with his sleeves rolled up, and when he mentioned these books, his face became a little more interested. "If you like to read books, you can pick a few books you like to take away, and you can return them at any time when you go to work."

Cheng Yi shook his head with a smile, and put the book and wallet back on the bookshelf calmly, "Actually, I don't like reading very much. Maybe it's because I think the text is too boring, so I don't have the patience."

"Words are alive, the key is what kind of attitude you have." Song Xianfei approached the bookshelf, turned his back to Cheng Yi and said: "Look at the various works on these bookshelves, they are written by their authors and authors." The spiritual world they construct, forging life, is the most absurd tragedy, but it is also the best thing in life, which is lacking in reality. If the material is not satisfied, there will be endless fantasies, in order to create looking for comfort, and they fit right in to fill that void."

Cheng Yi hummed and nodded, while slowly approaching Song Xianfei, and stopped when he was a short distance behind him.

"What about you? What is the most lacking in reality?"

Song Xianfei heard his voice was very close to him, he was startled, turned around in a hurry, his back was just touching the bookshelf, but there was nowhere to hide.

Cheng Yi reached out and hooked his waist, and quickly tapped Song Xianfei's forehead with his lips, "I think, I can give it to you."

Song Xianfei was taken aback for a moment, feeling that his heart was beating faster, then he stretched out his hand and pushed Cheng Yi away, and hurriedly pulled his apron and walked towards the kitchen, "The meal will be ready after a while, you go and wait first."

"Okay." Cheng Yi agreed neatly, with a high tone, and Song Xianfei seemed to see the eager tail behind him, and suddenly regretted leading the "wolf" into the room.

Song Xianfei doesn't know how to cook many dishes, usually he can make do with one dish and one soup when he eats alone, but this time when Cheng Yi came over, he specially fried two more dishes.

When the dishes were all served on the table, Cheng Yi's eyes suddenly lit up. Vinegar-simmered cabbage, tomatoes and eggs, and a dish of pork ribs with salt and pepper, all of them looked delicious, but they didn't know how they tasted.

Song Xianfei told him not to steal food with his hands, and wait until the dishes and chopsticks are ready before they are ready to start.

Cheng Yi took the lead in picking up a piece of cabbage with chopsticks, and when he put it in his mouth, the sense of anticipation in his heart quickly dropped to a negative value.

"Is it tasty?"

Under the expectant eyes of the other party, Cheng Yi swallowed the sour and tasteless cabbage in his mouth, forced a smile and asked, "Not bad, how did you do it?"

Satisfied, Song Xianfei picked up a chopstick for himself, chewed and swallowed it as if he was born with no sense of taste, "Vinegar simmered cabbage, this dish is very simple to make, and it is also my best. It is to combine cooked cabbage with vinegar mixed together..."

"So did you add salt?" Cheng Yi heard his temples throbbing, and couldn't help but interrupt him.

Song Xianfei paused for a moment, then asked him sincerely, "Cabbage simmered in vinegar...do you still use salted ones?"