[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

The cleaning lasted until midnight, and Zhong Zixing, who was sweating all over, stood at the door with his hands on his hips, scanning the room sadly, thinking what was wrong with him.

Beyond the abilities of ordinary people, what follows is a weird life that is hard for ordinary people to imagine. For example, it is more troublesome for Zhong Zixing to wipe the table than ordinary people. If the pixels are too high, the dust may collapse before the dust is wiped off. If the pixels are too low, the dust will simply be printed. , can not be wiped off.

However, apart from the ability of the pixel world, Zhong Zixing is just an ordinary person in terms of physique. After a hard night, she was so tired that she just wanted to lie down in the dead body. After washing and washing, she threw herself on the bed and posted a good night on T2.0. , and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The next day she slept until the sun was three poles before getting up in a daze, sitting on the bed blankly recalling the dream of last night, her expression was unpredictable.

The fingers tightened unconsciously, and the nails were deeply drawn into the palm of the hand. Zhong Zixing would be stunned for a while, but suddenly felt that the hand felt wrong. Looking down, the quilt was crushed by her at some point, and it rolled on the floor.

"..."

The turbulent mood calmed down instantly.

She shook off the dregs indifferently, and climbed out of bed to wash up.

After washing up and packing up lunch, he opened the refrigerator to pick out vegetables and washed them. Zhong Zixing was too lazy to order takeaway, so he mixed a bowl of salad, sat at the dining table, opened his laptop, turned it on, swiped the mouse a few times, and tapped the keyboard to find a movie. Hit play, then lean back holding the salad bowl.

She was absent-minded, she never thought about the empty space behind her, she was caught off guard and almost leaned over.

"Whoa!"

The back of the chair shattered the floor.

"..."

Zhong Zixing straightened up with difficulty, turned around and saw the debris on the ground, he couldn't tell if he should be angry or powerless.Her chest rose and fell, and she let out a sharp breath, and her shoulders suddenly collapsed.

Naturally, the salad bowl flew out of his hand, flew half a meter away and fell to the ground. The floor was full of colorful colors, which was horrible.

The movie was still playing on the computer, and the heroine's slightly melancholy soft voice floated out from the sound: "That's just, very lonely..."

Zhong Zixing covered his eyes with one hand and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, her hand suddenly moved, and she roughly brushed all the hair on her forehead, revealing her smooth forehead.The movie cuts right to a dimly lit scene where the screen is almost black, half of the screen reflecting her unsmiling eyes.

The camera came back bright without warning, and her shadow disappeared from the screen, and it turned into the male protagonist hugging the female protagonist in his arms. The lyrical and beautiful background music played, and the background was the slowly dying blood-red sunset.

Zhong Zixing blinked, then suddenly reached out to turn off the movie, cut out the music player, clicked on a song, and pressed the volume button to maximize the sound.

The affectionate confession came to an abrupt end, and the flying melody instantly penetrated the screen and resounded through the room full of sunlight.Zhong Zixing left the table and went to the cooking counter to stir a new bowl of salad.Behind her, the collapsed mosaic slowly floated up and reassembled into a complete seat, and the salad pixels on the ground also floated into the air one by one, and were automatically thrown into the trash can.

On the wall, the clock is ticking, and the shadow of the pointer is slanting down, walking slowly through the time frame.

as always.

Zhong Zixing was rushing to work when Sith knocked on the door, and the rock music in the earphones was deafening. She didn't notice until the phone vibrated like a disco. She saw Sith's name on the screen and swiped away: "Hi?"

"We're outside the door." Sith's voice was normal and indifferent.

"Wait a minute," Zhong Zixing squinted his eyes and stared at the screen intently, hooking his fingers in the direction of the main entrance, the door lock suddenly collapsed like a pile of sand, laying a layer of shallow pixels on the ground, "I thought It's going to be in the afternoon—"

While typing, she took off her earphones and sneaked a look at her.

"We sent you a message, didn't you read it?" Peter stuck his head out strangely.

There was a pause when his fingers tapped on the keyboard, and then the original frequency returned. Zhong Zixing retracted his gaze, glanced at the keyboard, then looked at the door again, smiled at the two of them, and pointed to the earphones: "The music is too loud. You can buy it." A lot of things?"

"You won't believe it, Aunt May is simply a shopaholic." Peter shook his head with lingering fear, followed Sith into the door, and raised the bag in his hand, "Can I put it here?"

Sith carried his bag and floated silently to the corner, bent down and patted the soft lazy sofa, adjusted it to a suitable angle, turned around and fell down, decadent like a salted fish.

Zhong Zixing: "..."

She looked at Sith who consciously started playing with her mobile phone, and then at Peter who was carefully sorting gifts at the door. She immediately felt that the judgment was judged, so she pushed away the chair, got up and walked to the door to help: "What is this?"

"This is the Noh mask that Aunt Mei bought." A paper bag was handed to Zhong Zixing.

"This is the cherry blossom wine that Aunt Mei bought." Another one.

"This is the folding fan that Aunt Mei bought." Another one.

"Aunt Mei bought this..."

"Wait," Zhong Zixing was a little dazed carrying a bunch of paper bags, had to put the paper bags by his feet, and made a pause gesture to stop the little spider's behavior, "Why are there so many?"

"Uh..." Peter paused, avoiding Zhong Zixing's gaze unconsciously, and nodded affirmatively, "That's all. Ah, of course, Iris and the others also have them. I tried to stop them, but you know, if Aunt Mei If she wants to buy it, she will definitely buy it... any attempt to dissuade it will be of no use."

Zhong Zixing looked down at the paper bags piled up at his feet, and couldn't help being awed.

She accidentally caught a glimpse of another paper bag Peter was carrying, and asked casually, "What is that?"

The little spider's expression suddenly became serious.

"Aunt Mei's practice work, she asked me to bring you a taste," he warned Zhong Zixing, "If you want to try, you must be very, very careful."

Zhong Zixing: "...Okay."

She carried the paper bag back to her room, and when she came out she saw Peter stooping over the floor where the salad bowl had been thrown over.

"The salad you had for lunch?" Hearing Zhong Zixing's footsteps, he turned around and asked.

When Zhong Zixing was told by him, he became hungry for no reason at first, clutching his stomach and frowning: "...Yes, now that I think about it, I feel like I'm eating grass."

Peter: "..."

He lowered his head to think about it, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "How about we go to eat hot pot at night? The previous appointment will continue next time... right?"

"...Yes." Zhong Zixing felt his stomach hurt even more.

But then it was different from now...

She racked her brains to think of an excuse: "But I just bought the ingredients yesterday, or we can just... cook porridge at home?"

Feeling that the chips were not enough, she quietly added: "At most one more bowl of stewed eggs."

I don't know what Peter was imagining this time, his eyes wandered for a moment, he paused, and nodded: "OK, then I'll go to Aunt Mei and say something."

During the discussion, there was a rustling sound in the corner, and then Sith stood up, walked to the refrigerator under the surprised gazes of the two, and opened the refrigerator door.

He glanced down at the ingredients in the refrigerator, thought for a while, picked out a few boxes, then bent down to take out various meats from the freezer, put them on the cooking table to wait for thawing, and then swept around the room, He closed the refrigerator door with one hand, and quickly typed on the phone with the other.

With a loud "buzz", Zhong Zixing recovered from his daze, looked around, and found that he had received a message from Sith, which listed a long list of things, including red wine and hot pot ingredients.

She turned her head in a daze, and met Little Spider's eyes, and found that he was also dazed, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

"What's this?" she had to ask Sith.

"Materials." The black-haired young man unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt, neatly folded the cuffs and rolled them to the elbows, revealing his thin and pale arms.He glanced at Zhong Zixing, raised his jaw slightly, "Go and buy it."

While talking, he took out the apron from the drawer and put it on, fastened the lace with his knuckle fingers nimbly, and searched the cooking table with calm eyes.

Zhong Zixing: ...

Zhong Zixing:? ? ?

Great my brother?

When did you develop the stay-at-home wife attribute?

However, who knows what Sith has experienced in just a few days, he is a little more reserved and arrogant, but his aura is getting stronger and stronger. At this moment, standing in front of the pots and pans in a ruffled apron, he is particularly imposing. Both Zhong Zixing and Peter couldn't help shivering, they immediately shut their mouths and obediently got out of the room, not even daring to ask "Do you know how to cook".

When they sneaked back with their big bags and small bags, when they opened the door, the young man who was shrouded in pale golden sunlight by the cooking table greeted his eyes. Without bending over at all, the back is as straight as an ink line measurement.Some loose strands of hair slid down the side of his face, against the shadow of his eyelashes, it looked incredible.

Zhong Zixing was suffocated for a moment.

Ma Ma is so handsome and scared.

The aroma of beef and spices filled the room. Hearing their movements, Sith gave him a cold sideways glance, and slowly stood up straight: "Give it to me."

The two of them were shocked, and immediately obediently obeyed the order, and trotted to hand over the ingredients.

Zhong Zixing looked at the bubbling pot with his head, sniffed the indescribable fragrance in the air, and carefully asked, "When did you learn..."

Just by smelling it, you can tell that this is definitely not a level that beginners can reach...

Sith took the red wine reservedly, and opened the cork with his teeth, without even looking at the two of them: "Just read the tutorial."

Zhong Zixing: "..." felt contempt.

At this moment, Peter bent down slightly, and whispered in her ear, "Is it too much?"

Zhong Zixing held his breath for a moment, moved away uncomfortably, glanced at the cauldron in front of Sith, and thought it made sense.

At least three dishes... plus hot pot, three people seem to be a bit much.

"Go and ask Aunt May if you can come..." She paused, gave Peter a look, turned her head and asked Sith eagerly, "Can I invite others?"

"Up to you." Sith was noncommittal.

Zhong Zixing couldn't help shrinking back, and built himself up in his heart, saying that you are the best at cooking, so he went out honestly.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door of Sherlock Holmes' house.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes..."

"No." A voice came from the door.

Zhong Zixing: "... Would you like to have dinner together?"

"Do not."

"..."

There was no sound outside the door.

The detective lying dead in the room rolled his eyes, looked in the direction of the door, retracted his gaze, and continued to stare straight at the ceiling.

After a while, the door was knocked again.

“There’s goulash with red wine…”

"I said, no!" Sherlock raised his voice.

The beautiful silence lasted 10 minutes.

"Are you really not coming? Then let's move the hot pot to the corridor to eat?"

"..."

When the little spider who failed to ask Aunt Mei knocked on the door, the big detective soon sat down by the hot pot with a blank expression.

He was holding a salad bowl, looked at the chopsticks that were handed to him for a while, adjusted his posture, quickly started using his hands, and turned to staring at the bubbling hot pot in front of him.

Seeing his performance, Zhong Zixing was a little terrified, always feeling that the next moment he would report the origin of a bunch of mutton rolls, and then complain about her failure to buy the ingredients.

Several people didn't say a word, and cooked their own dishes in a strange silence.

The atmosphere was very solemn, as if the deceased suddenly sat up and started running wildly during the funeral.

Zhong Zixing took his first bite of beef under such a strange situation.

"..."

A few seconds later, she put down her chopsticks and looked at Sith sincerely and expectantly.

"Brother, do you want to cook again next time?"