smell you

The afternoon sun was still lingering on the bay window, Li Zhexi was half lying and half sitting on the pure black bed, and Song Zeyou was lying sideways on the side of the bed an arm's length away.

The two chatted one after another.

"This house is very nice. When I came in, the garden was full of rose flowers, and an arch was built. If all the flowers bloomed, it must be very beautiful—" Song Zeyou stopped talking immediately when he thought of something, and almost flickered his tongue.

He talked about buying a house before, but Li Zhexi got nervous and said that he would sell the house to him at a low price as a second-hand house.

If he can boast about this house now, will Li Zhexi misunderstand what kind of person he is?

Li Zhexi was silent for a moment: "My mother planted these roses by herself... When my father was still alive, the family lived here, and now she has never set foot here again."

"Your father died very early?"

"Well, very early, when I was still in junior high school, he got liver cancer, and he passed away very painfully and suddenly."

Li Zhexi is still in junior high school, so his father has been dead for nearly twenty years.

Song Zeyou sighed lightly.

Li Zhexi sneered and said, "My dad and my uncle jointly set up a company, working day and night, and now the company is listed, but he has put his life in it. What do you do with so much money? I think he will not do it until he dies." Understand, what is the most important, but unfortunately it is too late."

Song Zeyou suddenly thought of the sentence that Li Zhexi posted on Moments during the Chinese New Year - "Enjoy yourself in time".

Life is short, and no one knows what terrible things lie ahead. Only by grasping the present moment can we grasp happiness and not live in vain.

Seeing Li Zhexi's sad words, Song Zeyou hurriedly said: "He earns so much money, of course it is for you. Look at your current quality of life, which is incomparable to mine. If he sees your happiness in life, he will also It's worth it."

"Happiness? Do you think that my mother's daily life is the happiness of life? I once asked my mother why she didn't remarry. She was still young at that time, and my grandparents were still alive. I just need to be handed over to them to raise me." But my mother said she can't see other men anymore."

Li Zhexi turned sideways and stared into Song Zeyou's eyes, "Only when she is with my father can she be happy."

Song Zeyou looked at Li Zhexi's face, a few rays of sunlight passing through the curtains painted his outline with a halo.

He thought blankly, years ago he still thought Li Zhexi's face was hideous and his character was low, but in a short period of time, everything changed.

When he looked at Li Zhexi, he would see the deep affection in the other person's eyes, and his heart would slowly beat accordingly, intensifying.

Just like now, the two of them lay down and chatted casually, feeling a sense of tranquility.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind, he compared those people he had met in his life, no matter male, female, old or young, with Li Zhexi.

Faces flashed across my heart, and the person in front of me was finally frozen.

If Li Zhexi suddenly disappeared from his life at this moment, would he still fall in love with someone else?

Will he still be happy?

Will his soul and love be stirred up by another person?

Li Zhexi suddenly said: "If I can't be with you, even if I spend money like water every day, do you think I will be happy?"

Song Zeyou blushed slightly, unable to speak a word.

"So, we will be together for the rest of our lives. I can leave with peace of mind after you die and finish your funeral."

Song Zeyou: "..."

He just said that the house is good and the courtyard is beautiful, so why did he get a funeral in the end.

Li Zhexi lay down flat, neither of them spoke, only the sound of quiet breathing.

After a long time, Song Zeyou said softly, "Can we really last forever?"

Li Zhexi grabbed him with his long arm, and hugged him hard, "Anyway, you are all here, and you are not afraid of the flu, so I'm not welcome—"

Song Zeyou was frightened and pushed him hard: "What are you doing?!"

"I just want to say, I haven't had lunch yet."

"so?"

"We agreed to be together for the rest of our lives. If I starve to death, how can I stay together for the rest of my life, right?"

"You won't die from starvation."

"Xiao Song, don't, go downstairs...I want seafood flavor."

Song Zeyou was stunned for a while: "Seafood taste?"

Li Zhexi said: "Don't you make good noodles? There seems to be some in the refrigerator."

Song Zeyou took a deep breath: "Don't you have a chef who specializes in cooking?"

"Back when I broke my leg, I couldn't go anywhere. Of course, I hired a chef to cook three meals. Now that my leg and feet are healed, I can't handle the preparations alone. Why don't I hire a chef to be a doorkeeper at home?!"

Song Zeyou was speechless: "Say it earlier, I'll bring you some along the way."

Li Zhexi put his hands on his pillow and looked at him with a smile: "I want to eat something made by you."

Seeing Li Zhexi's pampering expression again, Song Zeyou's heartbeat quickened again, and he said awkwardly, "...I think you just want to eat instant noodles."

Song Zeyou got dressed and went to the ridiculously big kitchen.

He opened the Bingda smart refrigerator and was shocked by the miscellaneous ingredients inside.

He checked the meat, it was very fresh, it must have just been bought today.

Who will buy the ingredients?

Li Zhexi?I don't know what the vegetable market looks like.

Li Zhexi's mother?her assistant?

For a picky person like Li Zhexi, can he eat the dishes cooked by ordinary people without being picky?

By the way, what about seafood?

What about instant noodles?

With such a large refrigerator, he searched all over and there was no sign of instant noodles.

He is stupid, do instant noodles need to be stored in the refrigerator? !

So he was still fooled?

The chef is still there at all, he's just been put on leave.

Li Zhexi is still testing him?

Song Zeyou saw several very fresh small yellow croakers in the fresh-keeping cabinet, which were as long as a palm.

The small yellow croaker has few bones, delicate and smooth fish meat, and has high nutritional value. It is best for children and sick people to eat.

Fish porridge cannot be made, but fish porridge is very suitable.

Fish porridge?Or seafood-flavored instant noodles?

Song Zeyou stood in front of the refrigerator, hesitating.

One side is the oath, the other side is the lover, which is more important?

Li Zhexi lay on the bed, silently watching the sunlight creeping in from the window, he lowered his head and turned on the monitoring software in his phone, and jumped out of the screen of the kitchen on the first floor.

Song Zeyou stood in front of the refrigerator, motionless.

His brows are slightly frowned, Xiao Song... It seems that he has investigated all eight generations of Xiao Song's ancestors, and he has a clear understanding of the temperament of his family members, and the direction of work, life and life is clear at a glance, but Xiao Song's heart is still the same. It's locked, can he get in there?