the same

Chun Xiao's fate couldn't have been more tragic. Not only did her back hurt, but her legs also felt weak.

Song Mingze was even more sluggish than when he got off the green leather car yesterday. The sluggishness was not only mental, but also physical.

At this time, he kicked open the bedroom door lightly with his foot, holding two glasses in his hand, one transparent and the other milky white, he asked, "Is it cold to drink milk?"

"It's the same." Song Mingze lay on the bed decadently, looking at the two cups resentfully, it didn't matter to him what he drank, he failed to counterattack every time, and the last time he saw that he was about to turn over and the serf sang. Go deeper and more thoroughly from the bottom up.

"Drink milk, it's good for your health."

"the same."

There were bruises all over his body, Song Mingze found it strenuous to move his fingers, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and there was no hope of counterattack.

Song Mingze just lay there all morning without eating or drinking, non-violent non-cooperation.Lin Yan thought of the last time he had been staring at his golden retriever, "When you rest, I'll take you to buy a golden retriever. There is a dog market in the west of the city on Saturday."

"Really?" Song Mingze's eyes lit up. Seeing Lin Yan nodding, he cheered and sat up quickly. The milk was warm and just right for his mouth. He held it in his hand and gulped it down: "Where's my breakfast?"

Lin Yan said in cooperation: "What does the emperor want to eat? There are all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas at the Manchu and Han banquets."

"Show me the XX noodle restaurant downstairs! I want to eat bridge rice noodles!"

"twitter!"

Two bowls of hot Guoqiao rice noodles were placed on the table, the rice noodles were clamped and turned several times, and put into the bowls.Song Mingze didn't know how the cross-bridge rice noodles were made. The black bowl containing the rice noodles looked like it was made of sand. It looked as if the bowl was placed directly on the stove and burned. Toss to bubbles for 2 minutes.

I haven't cooked in the apartment, but the kitchen of Lin Yan's house is very clean, as if it is cleaned up frequently.

After eating a bowl of rice noodles, Song Mingze asked, "Can you cook?"

"No big deal, cook something by yourself occasionally, what's the matter?"

He didn't remember what he said to Lin Yan later. After eating rice noodles that day, they went to the supermarket and bought a lot of side dishes and condiments. Lin Yan said that he would cook for the table in the evening.

A total of four dishes and one soup were cooked that night, and rice was steamed.When Song Mingze saw the dishes, he still felt that Lin Yan was too modest. Several dishes smelled good, and the matching of side dishes was reasonable and looked very delicate.However, eating it in your mouth is not the case at all.

Song Mingze was deceived by the glamorous appearance of several dishes. He took a mouthful with great interest, glanced at Lin Yan in surprise, ate the other dishes in disbelief, put the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and said tactfully : "My stomach tells me it wants to eat barbecue."

"Let's go. I really don't like cooking, I know."

"Then you still rush to buy so many vegetables and start cooking?"

Lin Yan smiled and said nothing, and later he knew why.

After eating the barbecue, the two chose to walk back.

The two walked side by side under the street lamp, and there was no one on the road in the middle of the night. After hesitating again and again, Song Mingze held Lin Yan's hand, and the other party's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by joy.

"You were still wearing glasses that day, why haven't you been wearing them these two days?"

"A little short-sighted, I can use it when looking at the computer."

"I've come to see you twice, but I'm free. Don't you have to go to work?"

"Resigned."

I was doing well at work last year, why did I suddenly resign? "Why?"

"I resigned after the new year, and started to concentrate on writing novels at home, otherwise how would I have time to accompany you? There are still a lot of manuscripts on file, and I can spend a few more days." Lin Yan said it easily, he thought, what he wrote now That book is coming to an end, and what follows is their own story.

"What type of novel did you write?" Song Mingze didn't like reading novels, he felt that he couldn't stop reading them, and it took time and eyes.

"Well, after a while, I'll print it into a book and give it to you." It's their own novel, he should be very happy to see the content, right?Lin Yan thought to himself.