underwater moon

After staying until two o'clock, Yue Zhongshan answered a few calls intermittently, but was finally kicked out by Jiang Mingyue to go to work.

He dawdled in the porch, and only picked up his phone and went out when he heard Jiang Mingyue voluntarily said that he would not leave for the time being.

It didn't take long for a staff member to deliver meals and bought a few large bags of things to send home.

As small as a water cup, as large as a dryer, and even a dozen pots of green plants.

Obviously, before Jiang Mingyue came, it didn't look like anyone lived in this room at all, and Yue Zhongshan knew the rough details.

The house is a duplex, and the stairs are covered with long-haired carpets of indescribable colors, whose hands are unknown.

Everything in the kitchen has not been touched, the black glossy stove has been polished, but there is not even a hot water pot on the counter.

It seems that Yue Zhongshan's food here should be bottled water filled with double-door refrigerators, other than that, there is only a handful of green onions thrown in the freezer.

Jiang Mingyue used her meager kitchen common sense to think about why she should throw the green onions in the freezer.

The layer of plastic paper on the rice cooker and microwave oven casing is still there, and the plug and instruction manual are inside, which have not been disassembled.

There are two sets of pots neatly stacked in the disinfection cabinet, which are also in an unopened state.

Jiang Mingyue took out one and looked at it. The coating was black and the nameplate on the handle was very valuable, but there was not even a pair of chopsticks in the small drawer.

In the empty living room, some scattered documents were thrown on the leather sofa.

There is a working area separated on the large terrace near the sunny side. Both printers are in working condition, and A4 paper balls are thrown in the trash can. Apart from this, there is no other domestic waste.

The bathroom is the most popular, and it is very clean. Someone cleaned it, but the underwear and socks that were changed were not in the laundry basket, but stayed in the trash can with a few rolls of toilet paper. It seems to be like this every day.

Seven or eight shirts were all stuffed into the washing and drying machine, but there were cotton, linen, wool and silk fabrics. No matter which mode was adjusted, at least half of them would be sacrificed after washing.

I don’t know where the face towels came from. The cheapest ones, the quality used by express hotels for cleaning, are thrown on the shelf in dozens, which may also be meant for one-time use.

After Jiang Mingyue washed her hands, she wiped them with it, and her hands were stained with hair.

The toiletry bag on the sink is the neatest, it was Jiang Mingyue's sudden thought before, and it was specially packed for Yue Zhongshan's business trip.

The dark brown waterproof surface layer contains a set of small bottles of washing and care, and the interlayer can also hold perfume packs and sheet masks.

Originally, Jiang Mingyue didn't bring him a mask, because one night when he hugged Jiang Mingyue and asked what it smelled like, Jiang Mingyue put a cpb on him.

He sat on the head of the bed with his head slightly raised, a little afraid to move, and there was no place to put his hands, like a zombie in a Hong Kong movie that was immobilized by a talisman. In less than 2 minutes, he asked Jiang Mingyue how long he had left, and Jiang Mingyue suppressed a smile. Lie in bed and pretend to sleep.

Thinking of this later, he conveniently stuffed a few more masks into his business trip bag.

Jiang Mingyue clicked. The things in it were indeed used every day, and they received the best treatment, at least they were the only ones that could be returned to their original positions after being used up, and then waited to be used a second time.

Yue Zhongshan has been on a business trip since Christmas Eve, and this is the seventh day, December 31, the New Year's Eve at night.

He has been away for so long, and since he came to Linshi, he has been living here. Jiang Mingyue came here in a hurry and suddenly, and he can see both when he catches an adulterer. Yue Zhongshan's living conditions can be seen at a glance, without any pretense.

He is so particular at home, and the number of servants is almost equal to that of Jiang's villa, and he will be angry if he is asked to eat less. Jiang Mingyue's hand cream is the most he uses, and he even removed two limited editions that Jiang Mingyue didn't plan to use. He had a serious face all day long, but he should have eaten a lot of Jiang Mingyue's snacks, and the luxury of the master bedroom was also increasing day by day, and the price of a pair of eye masks thrown in the drawer was five figures.

But now that he was away from the home in the university town, his needs seemed to be only on the baseline of survival.

Jiang Mingyue stayed upstairs, and waited for the cleaners to clean up and leave. Yue Zhongshan's subordinates came up to greet him and left before continuing to catch up on sleep.

But I didn't sleep for a long time, maybe because I was too tired, I couldn't fall asleep.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon. There was a subway station at the gate of the community, and the business district was two stops away. Jiang Mingyue planned to go out for a stroll.

The temperature in Linshi was even lower than that in Haicheng. He was wearing a down jacket from Yue Zhongshan. Yue Zhongshan's upper body was just right, and it grew to his thighs. Jiang Mingyue was oversized in it, covering his knees.

He is not the kind of boy who likes to go shopping alone. He has gone shopping with Xu Yingyu and Luo Manlin, and he has bought clothes for himself a lot, but he usually goes with others, including Jiang Mingkai.

The air outside was fresh, and it wasn't too cold to wear a lot of clothes. Jiang Mingyue didn't go into the mall, and went shopping next to men's clothing stores on the pedestrian street.

When I was about to go home, I carried several bags in my hand, including underwear, socks, towels and a few shirts.

The ordered cake arrived home with Jiang Mingyue, and the hotel food was delivered by Jiang Mingyue after asking Yue Zhongshan when it was off work.

When Yue Zhongshan entered, the restaurant on the right was lit with candlelight. Jiang Mingyue said to him, "Happy birthday."

He stood there for a short time, his mind still stuck in the embarrassment of getting angry with Jiang Mingyue during the day before entering the door, and he realized that Jiang Mingyue didn't come to "settle accounts" with him in the first place.

Jiang Mingyue came here to celebrate his birthday.

Yue Zhongshan did not forget his birthday, he was indeed very busy, but he did not forget it, not only because this day was special, but also because it was the last day of the year, and also because from early in the morning, the public relations of the partners continued to send gifts through assistants as usual and blessings.

But he never thought that Jiang Mingyue would come to celebrate his birthday.

It wasn't flattering, he just didn't think about it.

Jiang Mingyue didn't feel natural either, so she pulled him to sit down at the dining table, lowered her eyes and lit the candle with the number 28, and said, "Blow it after you make a wish, you know?"

Yue Zhongshan said: "Do you want to sing the birthday song first?"

Jiang Mingyue felt a little cunning, and said, "The person who gave the cake didn't bring a music box."

Yue Zhongshan sat upright, fixed his eyes on him, and said confidently, "You sing."

Jiang Mingyue showed a reluctant expression. If it was normal, Yue Zhongshan would soon say no, but not today.

After a while, he had to decide to sing a few lines.

The house is too spacious, and it seems that there will be an echo if you speak a little loudly, and there are only two adults, and their combined age must be 50 years old. Jiang Mingyue feels very embarrassed, so her voice is very low.

But after I started singing, it didn't seem so difficult.

Because Yue Zhongshan looked at him behind the candle, he was much more serious and serious than Jiang Mingyue imagined, and he didn't mean to laugh, nor did he feel embarrassed.

The four lines "Happy Birthday to you", when Jiang Mingyue finished singing, he immediately smiled at Jiang Mingyue, put his half-clenched hands on the dining table, the dial of the watch was shining brightly, as if he was a little embarrassed, and said: " First birthday in private."

This plot seems to be very old-fashioned, but when it is placed on Yue Zhongshan and it is heard by Jiang Mingyue, it is very different.

He felt even more sour and softened, regretting that he was tired and sleepy in the morning, his mind was not clear, and his temper was irritable, so he chose the matter of the Jing family as the first sentence when the two met.

"Then your wish will definitely be more effective." Jiang Mingyue said, "The luck of many years gathers once."

Yue Zhongshan smiled again, as if Jiang Mingyue's casual words really made him feel happy, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, then leaned forward, and blew out the candle.

Every movement of his was serious, the suit on his body was still on, and he showed a handsomeness born of seriousness under the candlelight, and there was never a moment where Jiang Mingyue worried that he might feel childish or unnecessary.

Yue Zhongshan also asked Jiang Mingyue: "Who is going to cut the cake?"

He took off his coat casually, put it on the chair next to him, and commented that the cake was beautiful and delicious.

Jiang Mingyue said "I'll do it" and asked him to wash his hands, thinking for no reason that if Fang Peiyao was willing to experience it more than ten years ago, Yue Zhongshan would probably be the most obedient child.

Even if I am in the middle of adolescence, I will not have the idea of ​​being laughed at by my classmates when I walk with my mother.

He will feel that all the process of expressing love is necessary, he welcomes others to love him, and he once held that hope, but unfortunately he never waited.

After cutting the cake, the two fell into silence, only the occasional sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding on the table, which was very light and rare.

Jiang Mingyue went to take a shower first, and when he came out, Yue Zhongshan sat by the bed, habitually sitting upright, but his eyes fell. When he heard Jiang Mingyue came out, he raised his head and followed him.

While wiping her hair, Jiang Mingyue put a fresh pile of underwear and socks that had been washed and dried into the drawer of the closet in front of Yue Zhongshan, and said to him, "Next time I change it and wash it, no one throws a pair every day. "

Yue Zhongshan nodded silently. Jiang Mingyue saw that he was a little embarrassed, so she didn't say any more, but asked him, "Why did you buy the dryer, it's already in the bathroom."

Yue Zhongshan said, "I don't know."

Jiang Mingyue was not very good at using that washer and dryer, so she studied it for a long time, so she didn't say that she went to sleep every day when she got home, and went to Zhongshan every day when she got up.

"Someone must have put the clothes away for dry cleaning. Next time, don't stuff them in the washing machine. They don't know, and they won't open them. It's a pity that they are ruined."

Yue Zhongshan said "hmm" with a straight face.

Jiang Mingyue walked around the room, telling him what new things the people who came today bought and where they put them, and told him to remember to use them.

Finally said: "I threw away the original towels."

Yue Zhongshan immediately said: "You don't need a towel, I know."

"It's not because I don't need it." Jiang Mingyue turned around, feeling a little helpless, "I bought a new one for you. I see that the towels and bath towels in the disinfection cabinet have been opened separately. Someone must have cleaned them. How do you use them? serious?"

Yue Zhongshan seemed to be even more embarrassed, his expression was very stiff, and he whispered in a tone that I didn't quite understand: "I don't feel hair loss."

Jiang Mingyue didn't say anything, but Yue Zhongshan came out naked after taking a shower, took new underwear from the drawer, and said, "I've finished washing."

Jiang Mingyue said oh, but before he could say that he didn't need to wash his hands, and he didn't wash his hands every day at home, he said, "I washed yours too."

Jiang Mingyue didn't speak.

Yue Zhongshan went to bed wearing only a pair of underwear, sat upright, stretched his arms to grab the pillow that Jiang Mingyue had slept on, and rubbed it twice. His face was not the hard expression of the brat when he was being trained just now, and the corners of his eyes were a little hidden He was so proud, more like when he found out that Jiang Mingyue was going to celebrate his birthday: "Anyway, it's good that you come here."

Jiang Mingyue was taking the essence in her hand, and her throat was blocked for a while, and she thought inappropriately of some husbands named straight men who were actually giant babies on the Killing Time app.

Intellectually, he knows that Yue Zhongshan is different from those people. Taking a step back, at least throwing out his underwear every day is also for maintaining hygiene. Emotionally, he feels that there are really a few overlaps, especially when he shows that he leaves home and lives alone. The fact that the standard of living could be lowered without limit caused Jiang Mingyue the most headache.

Jiang Mingyue bent her legs to apply body lotion, and heard Yue Zhongshan comment that the mattress was too soft, and her back would hurt after only five minutes of sleep, as if he wasn't the one who slept on it for seven days.