Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

When Lu Jiaxi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Bian Xinghuo had just finished frying the last dish.

He draped a hair towel carelessly over his wet head and sat down at the dining table.

There were three simple dishes on the table, all of which he liked, this time it was useless for him to speak, Bian Xinghuo sat down opposite him.

The two of them ate at the same table like this not many times, and while Lu Jiaxi was eating, his eyes all went to Bian Xinghuo.

Bian Xinghuo usually looks at the gentle man, and he didn't throw away the gentleness when eating. He didn't eat fast, and the food and rice were very orderly, and he couldn't tell from the expression on the face. Like it or hate it.

On the other hand, Lu Jiaxi, because when the crew is often called to film in the middle of a meal, he eats very fast, which is not a windy cloud, but every time he puts vegetables into his mouth, his cheeks always bulge, like A small squirrel that is only eating.

When Bian Xinghuo finished eating and put down the bowls and chopsticks, Lu Jiaxi had already finished his meal and leaned his head to look at him for a long time.

The bowls and chopsticks were put down and made a crashing sound, Bian Xinghuo raised his head to look at Lu Jiaxi, and bumped into Lu Jiaxi's bright amber eyes.

Lu Jiaxi's hair was still dripping.

It was the cool season, and the room was cold even without the windows open.

Bian Xinghuo got up to collect the dishes and said, "Mr. Lu, go and dry your hair first."

Not long after he cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen, Lu Jiaxi didn't go to dry his hair, but followed him all the way to the sink.

He looked down at Bian Xinghuo skillfully put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, and then poured warm water to squeeze out the dish soap.

"Let me help you." Lu Jiaxi rolled up his sleeves.

When he was living outside in the first few years, he would make some side dishes by himself when he was tired of eating too much takeaway, and he would clean up the dishes by himself after eating.

Later, when I earned a little more money, I hired my aunt.

Just halfway up the sleeves, they were ripped off by Bian Xinghuo: "This is my job, Mr. Lu, didn't you say that Sister Lu wants you to help fill out a form tonight? I remember giving it to her before nine o'clock, right?" ?”

Lu Jiaxi was stunned: "Forgot."

Bian Xinghuo smiled and pushed Lu Jiaxi away: "Then hurry up, there is only half an hour left until ten o'clock."

Lu Jiaxi didn't struggle, and didn't leave immediately after being pushed out by Bian Xinghuo, but stood in the hall and stared at the people in the kitchen for a while.

Xinghuo rolled up his sleeves, Xinghuo's beautiful and slender hands reached into the sink, picked up a bowl and cleaned it.

Those beautiful hands were stained with oil and foam, Lu Jiaxi frowned.

Buy a dishwasher tomorrow, he thought.

When Bian Xinghuo started to rinse with clean water after washing for the first time, the person who was supposed to be in the room appeared at the kitchen door again.

Lu Jiaxi poked his head into the kitchen, looked at Bian Xinghuo and asked, "Do you have a computer?"

Bian Xinghuo looked at him in response and shook his head: "No, what's wrong?"

"I don't know why my computer can't be turned on, and the file sent by Sister Lu can't be edited on the phone."

"Can't turn on the machine?" Bian Xinghuo rinsed the bowl in his hand with water, wiped his hands and walked towards Lu Jiaxi, "Shall I help Mr. Lu take a look?"

Lu Jiaxi looked at him in shock: "Can you repair computers?"

Bian Xinghuo smiled warmly: "A little bit."

The two came to Lu Jiaxi's room, and the computer that couldn't be turned on was randomly thrown on Lu Jiaxi's bed.

Lu Jiaxi's room didn't have a desk, and he didn't usually live in a lot of houses where he went to the film crew, and he didn't use his computer much, so he fished out the computer again after several months, only to find that it was broken.

It's not that his computer can't be turned on at all, but when entering the interface for entering the password, a blue screen will appear as soon as the password is entered.

Bian Xinghuo tried it, and his fingers started to fly on the keyboard. A screen of selection boxes and a lot of English suddenly appeared on the original input interface, and Lu Jiaxi couldn't understand it at all.

He just glanced at the screen twice, then turned his gaze to Bian Xinghuo's face.

Bian Xinghuo's face reflected a little blue light from the screen, and with the old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he suddenly looked like a [-]% programmer.

The hands that were washing the dishes 2 minutes ago are now flying over the keyboard.

Lu Jiaxi leaned against the bed, half of his body fell on the bed, and looked sideways at Bian Xinghuo: "Bian Xinghuo, you know everything."

He cooks, washes dishes, does laundry, knows martial arts, teaches fitness, and repairs computers, but he is a Ph.D. in finance from University A.

Does such a person really exist?

Bian Xinghuo looked at the computer screen, and responded to Lu Jia with a chuckle: "There are many things I don't know, Mr. Lu, I know computers because the friend of my former financial tutor is a professor in the computer department, so follow Learned a little fur."

As soon as these words fell, the blue light on the computer screen disappeared, and a circle appeared on the screen, and it turned to the desktop interface.

"Is this considered fur?" Lu Jiaxi looked at the computer that was turned on and asked, "If you insist on calling it fur, you're going to go to your own house with all the animal fur, and you won't be tired after learning so many things." ?”

Bian Xinghuo is a few months younger than him. He is only 25 years old and knows so many things. He can even learn every item as well as a person who concentrates on one subject. Lu Jia analyzed the effort and time involved. can imagine.

Even a genius doesn't learn everything without learning.

Bian Xinghuo was taken aback by Lu Jiaxi's question. After a while, he moved his eyes away from the computer. Instead of looking at Lu Jiaxi, he lowered his eyes, pulled the corner of his lips and said, "I'm not tired, because I want to Make yourself almost perfect, and pursue this goal, and you will not be tired.”

"Nearly perfect?" Lu Jia looked at Bian Xinghuo puzzledly, "Why?"

During the recent relationship between the two, Lu Jiaxi could feel that Bian Xinghuo was a character who didn't care much about things, and he didn't have the paranoid pursuit of perfection in things, and was even more accommodating to his randomness. sex.

Why would such a person pursue near-perfection?

Bian Xinghuo lowered his eyes and didn't answer right away, he tapped on the computer with his fingers, three times, two times, and finally a heavy one.

He looked up at Lu Jiaxi: "Because I want the person I like to like me."

Lu Jiaxi only felt a buzzing in his head, after Bian Xinghuo's words got into his ears, and after passing through his head, those words suddenly became blurred.

At this second, he who has been studying expression management all the year round actually doesn't know what expression to show.

He couldn't even grasp his own emotions at this moment.

"People who like...?" Lu Jiaxi's voice was a little hoarse, "When did it happen?"

Bian Xinghuo lowered his eyes and smiled warmly, there was a kind of tenderness in his eyes that Lu Jiaxi had never seen before.

After a long time, when Lu Jiaxi recalled the difference between the tenderness of this instant and the gentleness of Bian Xinghuo in the past, he suddenly realized that the tenderness in Bian Xinghuo's eyes at this instant was mixed with strong emotions that had been stirred inside. like.

"I liked it from the beginning."

Lu Jiaxi heard Bian Xinghuo's answer in this way.

When this answer came out, Lu Jiaxi felt a paw scratching his chest hard. It hurt a little and was so astringent that he didn't even know when Bian Xinghuo left the room, but just waited. When he recovered, he was alone in the room.

The screen beside him was still on, but Lu Jiaxi couldn't remember what he was going to do.

What Bian Xinghuo said just now echoed repeatedly in his mind, and he felt that the whole person became very strange.

His chest was numb, his whole body seemed to have been drained of energy, and his head was even more chaotic, with all thoughts and no thoughts at all.

It feels a bit like having a fever.

He raised his hand and touched his head, the temperature was normal.

He is not sick, so why, it is more uncomfortable than being sick.

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