to comfort the sun

Sun Fuzhou stepped forward quickly, grabbed Shen Yuan's cool wrist, and helped him up.

It has been more than ten days since Shen Yuan moved here. Sun Fuzhou felt that he was running to his house every day. He had nothing else to do at home. Knowing why this person lights up his chef skills, it obviously doesn't match his personality at all.

Shen Yuan put the things on the table: "There is no cup to go with, so I use the mug that I bought as a gift from the bed sheet."

One black and one white mug, the outer wall of the cup has a very unorthodox letter print.

Sun Fuzhou fiddled with the two cups in his hands: "Is this for a couple?"

Shen Yuan took the wine out of an unremarkable broken cardboard box and put it on the table: "How did you know that?"

Sun Fuzhou reversed the two handles of the cup to form a complete heart.

"It seems to be." Shen Yuan glanced at it, but didn't react much, "So what?"

Sun Fuzhou's hand stopped, and he opened his mouth. There was really nowhere to refute, so he gave up.

Also... so what?

He resolutely moved his interest away from the glass, took advantage of the opportunity to see the wine on the table, and blinked in confusion. If he read correctly, these bottles of Martell, Remy Martin, and Camus should not belong to anyone. Ask for wine.

One of the bottles was held upside down by Sun Fuzhou and looked at: "Are you sure this wine can't be returned?"

There were only a few bottles of wine, Shen Yuan quickly emptied the cardboard box, sat down opposite him with the wine open in his hand: "Yes."

Shen Yuan opened and poured the wine neatly and skillfully, as if he had done it so often that he had formed a kind of muscle memory. He rolled up his sleeves twice, revealing part of the tattoo above his wrist, which seemed to be Sun For the first time, Fu Zhou saw the patterns on it clearly—the black and white waves with clear lines, supporting the huge ship, but only the bottom of the ship was visible, and the rest was hidden in the sleeves.

I really want to see it...

Shen Yuan moved the poured wine in front of him: "Don't be in a daze."

Only then did Sun Fuzhou come back to his senses, licked his lips, and glanced at the clear yellow liquid in the glass: "Drink?"

"It seems a bit dry." Shen Yuan glanced at the table full of wine, and took out his phone directly, "Then I'll order a takeaway, what would you like to eat?"

He looked through the delivery software, and most of them only had barbecues. He whispered to himself: "I remember you liked the one at the back door of the Central Hospital... Aunt Wang has barbecue..."

Aunt Wang BBQ?

Sun Fuzhou wasn't sure if he had really eaten at this restaurant, but he remembered that in the first few days when he arrived in Xicheng, there was a certain barbecue near the Lao Aidian Hospital...is it this one?

Shen Yuan ordered a bunch of skewers, and when he got to the main course, he suddenly raised his head again: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Sun Fuzhou was stunned for a few seconds before he realized: "Eat."

Shen Yuan said again: "If you're hungry, I'll make some noodles for you."

Sun Fuzhou didn't know why he got the wrong nerve, and suddenly his mind was full of yellow waste: "You are down?"

So not surprisingly, the air was quiet for a few seconds.

Shen Yuan rubbed his cheeks: "If..."

"No ifs!"

Fortunately, the disordered nerves were repaired in time, and Sun Fuzhou directly interrupted his next words.Shen Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head again and ordered takeaway.

The wine was still in the glass, and Sun Fuzhou felt dizzy.

For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with Shen Yuan today.

But as for what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

Their relationship has not always been harmonious, even if his attitude has improved because of his unilateral guilt some time ago, but in Sun Fuzhou's eyes, there should be no change in Shen Yuan's side.

But after thinking about this level, Sun Fuzhou realized that he didn't seem to know how Shen Yuan viewed him.

A policeman, he should be able to avoid it...

He glanced at Shen Yuan who was concentrating on ordering takeout, and looked silent and focused, as if he would order a table full of Chinese in the next second.

Shen Yuan didn't avoid him much, on the contrary he still had a little... lingering ghost.

Sun Fuzhou hesitated for two seconds and said, "Don't order too much, I'm not hungry."

Shen Yuan took two sips from the cup, and when he put it down again, the wine in the cup had bottomed out: "I'm not afraid that you will be hungry."

Just now Sun Fuzhou felt that he was a little self-indulgent, and his turbulent mind calmed down. Then, Shen Yuan said again: "Drinking alone is not good for the stomach, so I bought you liver protection tablets."

"..."

Sun Fuzhou raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Alcohol passed down his throat, passed through his chest, seemed to turn a corner, and flooded into his heart.

Shen Yuan was silent for two seconds, and persuaded: "...don't drink too fast."

While filling himself and his cup, Sun Fuzhou asked angrily, "Why do you care so much?"

It was you who said drinking, and it was you who drank there by yourself.

After thinking about it, Sun Fuzhou drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "Hurry up, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Shen Yuan remembered that this old man had always had a perverse temper, and if he really thought about it, the two of them might have a fight, so he had to finish the wine in the glass like him.

The takeaway order has already been placed, Shen Yuan put the phone aside, thinking about finding a topic: "Today...you found that little girl's body?"

The matter about Zhang Jiali made Sun Fuzhou calm down: "How do you know?"

Shen Yuan thought he was suspicious: "It was written in the tabloids in Xicheng that a female high school student had her throat cut in a certain youth hotel."

Thinking that Zhang Jiali's death might have something to do with Wang Qinqin, Sun Fuzhou was reluctant to tell Shen Yuan that he still remembered Shen Yuan's distraught look not long ago, so saying this now would be nothing but a disappointment.

So he prevaricated: "The case is still under investigation, so don't ask so many questions."

Although he was prevaricating casually, Shen Yuan really didn't ask.

It will take ten minutes for the takeaway to be delivered, but Shen Yuan still decides to give him some noodles to cushion his stomach. After all, these wines are relatively strong, and Sun Fuzhou has a big drinking posture. Get drunk when you get takeout.

Shen Yuan walked into the kitchen and studied the only ingredients left in the refrigerator: "There are two tomatoes left at home, I'll make you tomato egg noodles."

Sun Fuzhou drank while swiping his phone. Alcohol gradually relaxed his nerves. He hummed lazily, regardless of whether anyone in the kitchen heard it or not.

Shen Yuan glanced at the half furry head exposed on the sofa, pursed his lips, and took out the ingredients.

Washing tomatoes, cutting tomatoes, beating eggs, chopsticks and bowls make very regular knocking sounds, combined with the whirring and sizzling sounds of boiling water on the stove, creating a particularly warm atmosphere.

Warm...

Sun Fuzhou felt that he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time. He lived in a very complete family in his childhood and youth. His parents were loving, and when he was young, the impression of the family was always warm. The older he gets, the busier he gets, and he doesn't feel that he lacks family affection.

Until his father was arrested and his mother committed suicide, the warm family collapsed.

In the house that serves as home, there is always a dead silence.

The circle of friends filled with advertisements was worthless. He dropped his phone and looked ahead - there were already two empty bottles on the table, the wine was really strong, and the heater in the room was really hot.

Sun Fuzhou walked into the kitchen with a cup in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shen Yuan didn't stop cooking the noodles, but just said: "Are you hungry now? Wait, it will be ready soon."

With a pale face, Sun Fuzhou sniffed his face: "Why did you come down?"

Shen Yuan stirred the noodles with chopsticks: "...If you don't, you will starve to death."

Sun Fuzhou tilted his head: "Why don't you let your parents do it?"

This was the first time Sun Fuzhou asked him such a private question. Normally, he wouldn't ask it so directly. He didn't like to be nosy and didn't like extra curiosity.Because he knew this very well, Shen Yuan remained silent.

Seeing that the noodles in the pot should be cooked, he turned off the fire and poured the noodles into a bowl.

Sun Fuzhou asked again: "Why don't you speak?"

Shen Yuan turned sideways and looked at the man behind him.

Her complexion is as usual, her teeth are clear, her eyes are clear, and her ears are pink... No matter how you look at it, she is in a normal state.

He jokingly asked, "Have you had too much to drink?"

"No."

Well, the response was quick.

"Why do you ask?"

Shen Yuan took the noodles out of the kitchen and walked towards the living room.

And Sun Fuzhou followed him all the time: "Curiosity."

Not sure if he was drunk, Shen Yuan teased: "Are you curious about me?"

"No." Sun Fuzhou frowned, he suddenly wanted to lie, "I just wanted to ask."

"Stop drinking, let's eat some noodles." Shen Yuan took the wine glass out of his hand, and put the chopsticks into his hand again, "It's okay to answer you, my father died very early, and my mother remarried not long ago So I have to cook for myself."

Sun Fuzhou subconsciously apologized: "I'm sorry."

Shen Yuan smiled and said: "You don't need to apologize...how is your face?"

Sun Fuzhou picked up a piece of noodles and put them into his mouth - the noodle soup was rich, salty and light, very homely taste: "It's delicious."

Much better than the white water noodles he made.

buzz-

While eating noodles, he felt that the place where he was sitting was shaking, so he freed his hand to touch it, and found that it was an incoming call alert from Shen Yuan's cell phone.

"Let's take out." Shen Yuan took the phone, "You eat, I'll get it."

The takeaway was placed outside the door, and the barbecue smell came out as soon as it was brought in. Sun Fuzhou wrinkled his nose and sniffed.

Shen Yuan made a little space on the coffee table, and put the foam cartons up one by one.

He took down the two empty wine bottles, a little surprised: "How long has it been since you drank two bottles by yourself?"

As soon as he smelled the smell of barbecue, Sun Fuzhou felt that he was really hungry: "You can't do it."

Shen Yuan smiled and filled up the wine, took a glass in his hand, and put a glass in front of him: "Don't you know that men can't say no?"

Sun Fuzhou bit off a piece of meat, drank it from the cup, turned the empty cup over and said provocatively: "Sorry, you seem to be really not good at it."

Shen Yuan was amused by him: "Just drinking is no fun, why not play a little game to cheer you up."

Sun Fuzhou said: "Yes, what are you playing?"

Shen Yuan didn't know where to come up with a sieve cup, which seemed to be something in his clubhouse: "Dice, compare the size, drink the smaller one."

Sun Fuzhou scoffed, "What kind of young game is this..."

Shen Yuan looked at him with a smile.

In this smile, Sun Fuzhou forcibly saw the meaning of ridicule.

"...Okay, let's play."

Sun Fuzhou is also an old hand at dice. When he was young and frivolous, five dice were turned over, as coquettish as he wanted.

But the posture is enough, but the luck does not give face.

After dozens of rounds, Shen Yuan didn't drink as much as he drank, and some of them were only drunk because the barbecue was too dry.

This time it was really dizzy.

In another round, Shen Yuan finally lost a round, and drank straightforwardly, with his head raised high, the crystal clear liquid slipped from the corner of his mouth to his neck.

He was wearing a half turtleneck sweater, and the smooth neck line just extended into it.

Sun Fuzhou suddenly felt his throat tighten, and he did a good job.

...fucking... here comes the feeling.