Temporary cohabitation

This afternoon, Cheng Shi went out to attend the appointment alone, and the whole process went smoothly.Yihe's image in reality is very close to the impression he vaguely formed when chatting online, with an easy-going personality.

Hearing what he said, Yihe laughed first, "It's because I'm very ordinary, and I don't have much memory. The average girl's impression is like me."

"However, Mr. Chengshi, you are too surprising. When I saw the pictures of you hanging out on Weibo before, I thought it was the beauty effect of the camera. Now it is not photogenic at all."

It is probably a stereotype of painters of rotten houses.The image setting of Cheng Shi is quite reasonable in the comics, but it is rare to see it in the third dimension. It is inevitable to take a few group photos and post it on Weibo to show off.

Cheng Shi was trying to falter on the road from social terror to reality, and he didn't refuse the small request of taking a group photo.He himself is not good at rejecting others, not to mention Yihe looks really happy, "I will definitely envy the rest of our editorial department if they find out later."

"Does anyone else know me?"

"Of course! You are Teacher Chengshi. Half of the people in the office are chasing after you for serialization. Isn't this book coming to an end recently? The group of people who were fattening up before have been slaughtered, and they chased you in the group every day until midnight. Howling." Yihe said with a smile.

"Besides, your contract is quite special. Mr. Lan personally brought you to the company, and the legal department specially studied it together. Up to now, the contract has only been used by you alone in the whole site. So from the beginning, everyone I was very impressed with you."

She doesn't know the specific content of the contract, but only knows the general story of the incident. After so many years, she still feels emotional, "But to be honest, you were still a novice at the beginning. Everyone thought Mr. Lan brought the children from the family to draw and play. Well, I didn’t expect you to work so hard, how can you not become a master if you are talented and hardworking? It’s no surprise that I have achieved today’s results. My performance is all thanks to you hahaha, and I have also created revenue for the website.”

Cheng Shi was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Aunt Lan is very good to me, these things can't repay her at all."

Yihe sighed involuntarily when she heard the words, "President Lan is really nice and takes good care of the staff. It's a pity."

Skipping this topic, the two didn't talk much about work, as if they just had afternoon tea and simply came to meet friends.On the way home, Cheng Shi's mood was much more complicated than when he came.Not because of the object of the afternoon tea, but because of the mention of the old man.

When Aunt Lan found him, it had been three years since she was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer, and she almost found him, a relative who was not within the scope of her daily contact, with the idea of ​​completing her bucket list.

His parents were not very popular when they got married, and his mother was considered a married woman, but later she died early in a serious traffic accident. The mother's family felt very cold, and believed that it was the disaster caused by marrying his father.Even though he knew that his grandson was raised in his father's family, he hadn't visited him for many years. His attitude was obvious and he was not accepted.

When he was young, he had expected that relatives from his grandparents would come to visit, and maybe pick him up and take him away from this swampy home.After I became sensible, I realized that I was an existence that was not welcome on both sides, and my natural thoughts were extinguished, and I didn't have any fantasies anymore.

Until his third year of high school, a few days before that heart-piercing winter night, Aunt Lan found him.

She seemed to see the boy's predicament, but she didn't force anything.I just said that I will die soon, and I want to fulfill my unfulfilled wishes and unrecovered regrets before leaving.And this includes finding the only son of his rebellious sister and meeting him.

Maybe give him another hand.

The train rumbled forward in the underground tunnel.Cheng Shi leaned against the subway door wearing earphones, watching the advertising lights flashing past in the tunnel, and his own shadow was reflected alternately with the darkness. slow.

The body seems to have activated a self-protection mechanism. If you don't deliberately recall, those things seem to have happened in your previous life, or even happened to someone else.But once the floodgate was opened, the memories gushing out like a torrent were all blood-colored.He dare not touch it, and it will never scab.

He still remembers how he declined her offer of help at that time, and how he vowed to tell the agreement with his friends—promising to go to a better future together, with a tone of conviction.

He also remembered how in the middle of the night a few days later, he crawled home in the muddy snow, thankful that he left Aunt Lan's phone number, and said to her, help me.

The notification sound of the train arriving at the station sounded abruptly.Cheng Shi came back to his senses suddenly, only to find that the carriage was empty, and his lonely shadow was reflected on the door.

This is the last stop.

**

Cheng Shi reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled self-deprecatingly, walked out of the carriage and sat opposite him.

It was dark when we got home.The occupancy rate in the community was high, and the stars were brightly lit. He looked at the windows with some longing, and walked back to his home.The weather is getting hotter, but you can feel the cold wind as soon as you enter the door, and the air conditioner is turned on in the living room.

Cheng Shi wrinkled his nose, smelled the unusual burnt aroma, and had a bad feeling in his heart, "What... are you doing?"

He quickly changed his slippers and walked through the hallway.However, unlike the messy situation he had imagined, the living room was still as tidy as before he left.Colored lead jolted over to rub against his feet, bit his trouser legs and pulled them in.

In the kitchen, Ren Mingyao had just washed the last bowl, and the clean-up work at the scene of the crime was marked with an exclamation mark.

"It's a bit late to come back."

Ren Mingyao dried his hands, walked to the table that had been prepared for a long time, and helped him open the stool as if asking for credit, "Sit."

Cheng Xiaojun sat on his exclusive baby stool, holding half a ham sausage thicker than his wrist with both hands.

Because he arrived home later than expected, Ren Mingyao didn't waste his time, and even took the opportunity to clean up the kitchen, which should have been a mess after use.

Cheng Shi sat at the dining table half-dream and half-awake, feeling that the four dishes and one soup in front of him were conjured out of thin air, "You made it?"

Ren Mingyao: "Can it be conjured out of thin air?"

"..."

"Try it."

Ren Mingyao handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Although it can't be compared with what you made, I tasted it when it was out of the pot just now, and it's okay to eat. It's the first time I can only Huo Huocheng like this, next time I will play better."

Cheng Shi let out an "ah", as if shocked, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He had thought that the best situation would be for the family of three left behind to live safely. If possible, don't make the house too difficult to clean up, and the four of them will order takeaway together when they come back at night.

But it never occurred to him that when he ran out to play alone, Ren Mingyao took his children and awkwardly prepared a dinner for him at home.

The dishes on the table are all the usual ones, and the appearance is a bit poor. After waiting for a while, they don't even smoke, but they all contain full sincerity.Cheng Shi took a chopstick of the hot and sour potato shreds closest to him, and it was still warm, "This...is crispy."

"Well, don't you like to eat this kind of food? I checked the recipe on the Internet to find out how to make it crispy, and I did it three times to get this effect."

This dish was also a common dish in the cafeteria in high school, and they both liked it.Do not know how to order this dish, sometimes eat more and sometimes eat less.No matter how much he eats or how little he eats, Ren Mingyao cleans up all the leftovers. In this way, he can find out a few times that he has a clear preference for the taste of the same potato shreds.

Afraid that he would dislike it, Ren Mingyao spontaneously added, "But don't worry, I only used a little for the first two times to do experiments first, and it didn't waste much."

Cheng Shi laughed, nodded and took another big bite, "It's delicious."

Apart from his deceased grandma, this is probably the only person in the world who cooks for him according to his taste.

Every dish is delicious.It doesn't matter whether it's salty or bland, even if it's burnt or burnt, it's delicious.

This person... keeps saying that he is a fool, he can't even say a decent love sentence, but he always does this kind of thing.

It's good to cook for him, it's good to adopt colored pencils, it's good to put that coat on him.

Always treat him like this.

His frozen heart on the subway turned into a puddle of water, his whole body was trembling, and it was difficult to deal with such emotions.Not knowing what to do, he hugged the little boy who was still eating ham sausage and kissed his little face, and diverted his attention from the left and right, "Xiaojun is so good, did you help me too? That's great."

If the meaning of helping is not to cause trouble, then Cheng Xiaojun has done it.

Ren Mingyao stretched out a hand to cover the kid's face, and protested, "Praise me first. I'm the main force."

"..."

Cheng Shi couldn't help laughing, took his hand, and leaned over to kiss him when the child wasn't paying attention, "Yes, you're even better."

Only then did Ren Mingyao regain his mental balance, instead he held his slender fingers and rubbed them subconsciously, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"It's very cold in the subway, maybe the air conditioner in the compartment I was staying in was turned on too hard." Cheng Shi wanted to pull his finger back, "I've been in a station before, so I was frozen back and forth..."

"Hold for a while."

I am still a little confused who will pass the subway station.Ren Mingyao didn't let him succeed, and took the remote control of the air conditioner by the table with the other hand, "I was afraid that you would be sweaty when you came back from the outside."

"No need to adjust, it's okay, it will be fine in a while. The temperature at home is very comfortable."

Cheng Xiaojun was still gnawing on his ham.Cheng Shi pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment and got up quietly.Ren Mingyao was taken to the bathroom with him, and hugged where the child could not see.

He subconsciously let go of his hand.Cheng Shi put both arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, buried his face on his shoulder and did not speak.

Finally, when my wife took the initiative, I felt like a concubine who was summoned to be favored.Ren Mingyao followed his back flattered, "Is it so touching to cook a meal? I usually eat your cooking every day."

"En." Cheng Shi replied vaguely, without any real meaning.The turbulent mood gradually calmed down with a wider range of physical contact, and then he said in a low voice, "You are so amazing. I didn't have this level when I first learned to cook."

"Really? With our relationship, business bragging can be avoided."

Ren Mingyao noticed that the arms around him were loose, and it seemed that his body was not so tense, so he stepped back a little, raised his chin to check if he was crying secretly, "Or did you say that you praised me on purpose so that you want me to be happy in the future? Do the kitchen for you more? Yes, Teacher Cheng Shi."

Cheng Shi was amused by his wish, but ruthlessly slapped his hand off and hugged him back, as if he had found the most secure position and couldn't hold it enough, and called him again later, "...Mingyao."

"Well, what happened?"

"If we're still together this winter, I'm going to tell you a story."

It's a bit embarrassing to hear this.Ren Mingyao paused, didn't ask anything, just raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, "Okay."

"You can only treat it as a story after listening to it, and don't think too much about it."

"it is good."

"One more thing... I've been thinking about it on the way back just now. Actually, I've thought about it for a long time, but now I'm telling you, you can't think too much about it."

Like a tongue twister.Ren Mingyao agreed without principle, and then asked, "What are you going to do today?"

Only then did Cheng Shi let go of him, and said face to face with a serious expression, "I want to buy a house."

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