You stand shoulder to shoulder with brilliance

"I'm at the gate of your school, come out."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Cheng Yutian hung up Guan He's phone, and then looked at the rearview mirror of the car with a particularly smug look, and adjusted his hairstyle.

Guan He wanted to visit the Nanjing Museum. Although Cheng Yutian was not very interested in these historical relics, he was willing to go with him.

Cheng Yutian deliberately drove his own car and waited outside the gate of Guan He School. When he saw Guan He walking towards him, when he was approaching him, he put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Welcome!" You board."

Guan He: "..."

"Are you sick?" Guan He gave him a contemptuous look.

Cheng Yutian was amused by himself, and opened the car door for Guan He with a smile: "Isn't it okay for me to serve you?"

"No," Guan He squinted at him, "People around you will think you are a fool."

Cheng Yutian helped Guan He close the door, only to realize that the people around him were watching him with inexplicable eyes.

He stumbled into the car, fastened his seat belt, and asked, "Sir, what would you like to drink, juice or mineral water?"

Guan He snorted: "Are you addicted to acting?"

Cheng Yutian leaned close to Guan He's ear, whispered something softly in his ear, and Guan He immediately turned red from the base of his ears to the base of his neck.

"roll!"

Cheng Yutian laughed out loud and started the car.

The car has been driving out for quite a while, and the words Cheng Yutian said just now echoed in Guan He's mind, did he feel a little lonely because he didn't drink soy milk last night?

**

The Nanjing Museum, known as the "court", is one of the three major museums in China, the other two being the Palace Museum in Beijing and the Taipei Palace Museum in Taipei.

After Cheng Yutian parked the car, the two walked into the museum.

In the "Treasures of the Town Hall" exhibition hall next to the hall, Guan He saw the gilded Lama Pagoda of the Ming Dynasty. There are many treasures of the town hall in Nanjing Museum. It is almost impossible to see them all at once. The exhibits are borrowed outside the museum for exhibition, and some exhibits may not be exhibited to the public. If you want to see all these treasures, you need timing and luck.

When he came to the "Republic of China Pavilion" on the first floor, Guan He's eyes lit up.

Nanjing was the capital of the Republic of China. This exhibition hall is completely modeled on the buildings of the Republic of China period. Banks, photo studios, railway stations, and shops can be seen everywhere. It can be said that it truly reproduces the grand scene of Nanjing during the Republic of China period.

There is a tofu flower shop next to the Bank of Communications in the museum, and Cheng Yutian bought a bowl for each of them, and walked on the streets of the Republic of China while eating.

Passing by a large theater, there was an old song from the Republic of China period. The taste of history was a bit heavy. Guan He scooped up the bean curd in the bowl, and felt that there was a faint smell of fireworks in the faint bean curd flavor.

**

After wandering around the Nanjing Museum all day, the two came out when the museum was about to close.

Guan He's visit to a museum is like studying. For the exhibits he is interested in, he will read the explanations verbatim, and even click on the electronic explanation, or check the information on the Internet.

Although Cheng Yutian was patient with him, he couldn't help but feel a little bored. He secretly yawned several times. After he came out, Guan He asked him: "What do you want to eat? I invite you."

For Cheng Yutian to be able to settle down and walk with him for a whole day, Guan He was satisfied.

"I'll take you somewhere."

"Where?"

Cheng Yutian played tricks: "Let's not talk about it now, you will know when you arrive."

**

The car drove all the way to Xinjiekou.

When Cheng Yutian entered the password to an electronic lock, Guan He understood: "Have you bought a house?"

"Well," Cheng Yutian smiled, "My dad bought it for me. The password for the lock is the combination of your and my birthday, 3785, easy to remember."

March 3th is Cheng Yutian, August 7th is Guanhe, and Cheng Yutian will be one year older.

The interior of the house has been decorated, and when Guan He walked in, he found that Cheng Yutian had already moved in.

"Aren't you going back to school?"

"Occasionally I will go back." Cheng Yutian took Guan He's hand and acted as a tour guide, showing him around. "This is the master bedroom."

"I know."

Cheng Yutian clicked his tongue: "What do you know? This is our master bedroom."

Guan He raised his eyebrows: "What's ours? What's yours is yours."

Cheng Yutian hissed: "I made my words quite clear, don't you plan to live with me?"

"I live well on campus. Why do I have to move here? It's so troublesome."

"Then won't it be troublesome if we have to open a room every time?"

Cheng Yutian stood in front of Guan He, raising his eyebrows to ask the other party.

Guan He really didn't know how thick Cheng Yutian's face was, how could he say anything without blushing without heartbeat, he was a little bit overwhelmed, his face was hot again, he could only turn around and go into the kitchen.

"Haven't fired yet?"

"No," Cheng Yutian swayed over with his hands on his head, "You said, I'm the young master, how can I cook for myself?"

"Then what's for dinner tonight?"

"Order a takeaway."

Guan He sighed: "I thought you brought me to your house because there was food to eat, just wait."

After Guan He opened the door to go out, Cheng Yutian followed: "What are you doing?"

Guan He turned to look at him: "I don't know how to cook, so I always wash the pots and bowls, right?"

Cheng Yutian blinked: "Yes."

"Then you clean the pot and bowl, and I'll go downstairs to buy some food."

Guan He went out now.

**

Guan He didn't know what kind of food to buy. To be honest, he didn't know what decent food he could make. Except for instant noodles and boiling water, he had never cooked before. In desperation, he had to cook for himself Mom called for help.

Cheng Yutian hurriedly cleaned the kitchen according to Guan He's instructions, and when Guan He came back, he saw Guan He carrying a row of eggs.

"You... laid the eggs yourself?"

Guan He: "..."

"Believe it or not, I will slap you directly?"

Cheng Yutian smiled and avoided: "What are you buying so many eggs for?"

Guan He pursed his lips, unable to say a word: "...I, let me make you a boiled egg."

"Ah?" Cheng Yutian was stunned.

Guan He stopped talking, hid in the kitchen, filled the pot with water halfway, put the eggs in it, and turned on the fire.

After the eggs were cooked, he took them out and peeled them one by one, cut them into pieces, served them with some oil and soy sauce.

Cheng Yutian held the chopsticks, a little dumbfounded, "Chef Guan, have we cooked yet?"

"Oh," Guan He realized now, he had just walked to the kitchen door, "Have you bought rice?"

"No."

"That……"

Cheng Yutian smiled: "Just eat eggs, I guess I bought rice, you don't know how much water you need to put in?"

Guan He: "..."

Cheng Yutian talked about his pain, he really didn't know how the rice was cooked.

After the two of them cleaned up the pot of eggs, Guan He secretly decided in his heart that in the world of culinary arts, he wanted to make his debut at the c position.

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These two stories are more routine, and the last chapter will be tomorrow.