Shoulder to shoulder

Jian Xuezhou didn't answer Bi Guo's question, she went out without looking back, and said, "I'll tell you when I'm free."

Big Guo complained, are you busy?It looked like she was too busy to change her shoes once she put them on, but she still had time to cook for her.

Jian Xuezhou was lucky, he just pressed the elevator button, and the elevator arrived in a few seconds.

Bi Guo watched her get on the elevator, closed the door, and looked back at the plate of rice, feeling a little embarrassed belatedly.

She sat at the table, looked at the rare dining table, and at the other end of the table, the bowl that Jian Xuezhou had not had time to clean up after eating, and was filled with emotion.

Jian Xuezhou's fried rice is really delicious. The ingredients are obviously simple, but they have an endless aftertaste.Bi Guo didn't know if it was because he ate too much takeaway, or because the beauty's cooking skills were already high.

She finished picking up the last grain of rice, and when she got up to pack the dishes, she dialed the voice for Ji Lan.

Ji Lan didn't answer, and didn't call her back until Bi Guo finished washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen.

Bi Guo didn't care.There was a tacit understanding between the two of them. Voice calls were answered when it was convenient for them, and they were not answered when it was inconvenient.They are two people whose lives don't really overlap. They are accompanied by friends. They don't need to find too many reasons to explain, and they don't need to care about human courtesy.

This may also be the reason why the two of them have a similar taste and rarely quarrel after knowing each other for so long.

Today's torrential rain came and went for a long time.

The temperature of the air dropped completely, and when the rain stopped, Bi Guo came to the small open-air garden and looked at the city as far as he could see.

Their floors are neither too high nor too low, and they can clearly overlook pedestrians and vehicles, and they can also see the river passing through the city not far away.

The riverside is the busiest place on a summer night, and the lights will be bright, Bi Guo can't help but wonder if Jian Xuezhou will be there.

Eat barbecue, drink beer, and have a few catties of spicy crayfish.

Thinking about it, he laughed again. Jian Xuezhou must have a job and talk about business in that way when he goes out today.

Bi Guo has no idea what her occupation is, where she works, and what time she is.

But Bi Guo didn't intend to ask. She hates people asking about work because she has never worked in a serious book. She graduated from university and became a full-time author.

90.00% of the people are prejudiced against such a job, thinking that she has nothing to eat and does not wear warm clothes at home all day, and she is simply avoiding society.

When Bi Guo's book grades are good, he can chat with Ji Lan and slap these people behind his back.When the grades are not good, I actually feel the same way.

Like now.

She looked at the lights of the city, thought of Jian Xuezhou, and felt that that person was the most prosperous feasting in the city center, and she was PM2.5.

Gray dust.

After a sad spring and autumn, Bi Guo was on the terrace, leaning on the railing and started to use his mobile phone.

On Weibo, she follows a lot of sand sculpture bloggers, who provide her with a source of happiness every day.

It was like this until the night was as cold as water, and a car drove downstairs with its lights flickering.

The car turned a corner and inserted it precisely into the innermost parking space. The lights went out, the door opened, and a white leg that could reflect the light in the dark night was stepped down.

After all, he fixed his eyes on that person, and it turned out to be Jian Xuezhou.

Jian Xuezhou's walking posture is very unique. It is obvious that the steps are big and fast, but it is elegant and beautiful.

She was carrying something in her hand, and when she passed by the bottom of Bi Guo's line of sight, she suddenly looked up.

Bi Guo was a little flustered, and turned his head to look behind him. There was only a faint light coming from the living room.

Probably because he couldn't see his own face clearly, Bi Guo shook his body and went back to the house.

Waiting for Jian Xuezhou to knock on the door, Bi Guo ran over to open the door, a little embarrassed and said: "Sister Jian, I forgot today, I will give you the key tomorrow."

"Is it troublesome to open the door at this point?" Jian Xuezhou entered the room and handed over the things in his hands.

She bent down to change her shoes, but Bi Guo quickly connected them, and obediently waited aside: "No trouble, I haven't slept yet."

"Then you can open the door for me." Jian Xuezhou said without raising his head.

Although Bi Guo was quite weak, pitiful and helpless in front of Jian Xuezhou, but when it came to this kind of principled issue, she would immediately clarify it.

"It's okay to open the door, but the key still needs to be assigned. This is your house now, how can there be no key."

Jian Xuezhou didn't care. After changing her slippers, she became a little lower. Although she was still much taller than Bi Guo, she was still a little lower.

She shook off her bag, undid two buttons of her shirt, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Bi Guo took the things in his hands and put them on the coffee table, saying, "Sister, go to bed early, I'm going back to my room."

"What time do you go to bed?" Jian Xuezhou asked.

Bi Guo felt that there was no need to hide this, and he would not be able to hide it in the future: "One or two points."

"It's so late." Jian Xuezhou frowned.

Bi Guo smiled: "Nowadays children go to bed so late."

"You mean I'm getting old." Jian Xuezhou pointed to the bag on the coffee table, "It's for you, eat and sleep."

"No, no, no..." Bi Guo hurriedly waved his hand.

"I brought it specially for you. If you don't eat it, I'll throw it away." Jian Xuezhou got up to touch the bag, "It's 168 a catty, tsk tsk, what a waste..."

Bi Guo couldn't laugh or cry, she grabbed the side of the bag: "Sister, why are you doing this?"

"What's wrong with me?" Jian Xuezhou looked up at her with innocent eyes.

Bi Guo simply said: "We just met, I can't keep eating your food."

"You poured the rice I fried?" Jian Xuezhou's eyes widened.

"How could it be!" Bi Guo was startled, "I ate it! I ate every grain!"

Jian Xuezhou laughed: "I've had one meal, and it's not bad for the second meal."

Bi Guo thought that he could at least have a good tongue when he was typing, but every time he talked with Jian Xuezhou, he always felt that he couldn't get around her, and his words were very poor.

Jian Xuezhou said again: "Although we just met, we will get along for a long time in the future. I will feed you two meals, and you will take care of our home for mutual benefit..."

"You make me look like a puppy." Bi Guo wrinkled his face.

"Where is your puppy?" Jian Xuezhou raised his chin and pointed to the three big boxes in the corner of the living room, "In our room, the bookcase in the living room should have a larger capacity. Halfway."

"Actually, there aren't many below, and the books are nicely laid out."

"My box is full of books." Jian Xuezhou said, "I'm going to work tomorrow, and I have a party at night. If you have time, make room for me in the bookcase. It's more convenient for me to tidy up."

"Oh, good." Bi Guo should come down and share the public space, which is what she should do.

"It's a trouble for you." Jian Xuezhou stood up and tilted his head, "So for tonight's meal, thank you in advance."

Bi Guo still wanted to talk, but Jian Xuezhou stretched his waist, looking very tired: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower, you don't need the bathroom now."

"No need." Bi Guo said.

Jian Xuezhou went out for two steps, then suddenly stopped and turned back: "By the way, didn't you ask me why I came to share the rent with you?"

Bi Guo opened his eyes wide.

Jian Xuezhou raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a little teasingly, which made Bi Guo wonder if her answer was true or false.

"In order to be like this now, there is someone to talk to when I come back at night."

Lonely urban single women, on this topic, you can chat with Ji Lan and come up with a routine.

Jian Xuezhou went to take a shower, Bi Guo looked at the bag of things on the coffee table, and knew that if she didn't eat it, Jian Xuezhou could really throw it away.

Sighing, and adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Bi Guo took the bag back to the master bedroom. Without the influence of Jian Xuezhou, the rich fragrance in the bag rushed to his nostrils.

Open it, it really is Ma Xiao.

The most famous old store in Hongcheng, on a day like this weekend, the order number for takeaway can reach four digits.

The VIPs on the third floor of the store can enjoy the river view, and the seats are scarce, so it is not a place where ordinary working people like them can easily go.

Tsk tsk, Bi Guo put on the gloves, feeling very emotional.

It seems that Jian Xuezhou probably really went to eat barbecue and drink beer, but the barbecue stalls of successful people are still different.

It's just that she started to think again after peeling the shrimp. Jian Xuezhou has appointments in the evening for two days on the weekend, so how could no one talk.

Can't figure it out, can't see through it, it's a mystery.

Ji Lan couldn't get in touch, after all, no one discussed it.

I finished eating the shrimps thinking about it, and fell asleep thinking about it, and when I opened my eyes the next day, the sky was bright, and the weather was so hot that I wanted to suffocate people with air.

Bi Guo put on her clothes and went out, the door of the side bed was open, she turned back and forth, Jian Xuezhou really went to work.

Life became familiar to Bi Guo, bathing, eating, coding, and Ji Lan...

Oh, Ji Lan still doesn't answer her voice.

There was no reply to the message she sent, but the text was updated as usual, and Bi Guo went to her text to throw two mines to remind the heartless man.

When it was time to tidy up the house and wander around, Bi Guo went to tidy up the bookcase in the living room, and stuffed the books that were not used on weekdays into the lockers.

Streamlining and streamlining, in the end Bi Guo's book only took up one floor, and the rest was left to Jian Xuezhou.

Bi Guo looked at his layer of books, put his hips on his hips and sighed to himself: "Comrade Xingqiao, I really love you."

Rows of book spines are almost all black backgrounds commonly used in science fiction works, and Zhou Xingqiao's books account for more than half of them.

Zhou Xingqiao is not considered a top writer in the sci-fi circle, but Bi Guo started reading her novels at the age of 12, long and short, chasing after one after another, which has long been an indelible respect and admiration for idols.

Bi Guo had no doubts that if Zhou Xingqiao opened Weibo and used the marketing methods that writers loved so much, Bi Guo would be desperate to become her fan.

The pink kind.

It's a pity that Zhou Xingqiao has always kept a low profile. Apart from knowing that she is a young female writer, he has no other news.

She even didn't go to many domestic science fiction award ceremonies, and she didn't have a single photo.

Thinking of this, Bi Guo sighed for a while because he couldn't understand his idol, and then stared blankly at Jian Xuezhou's three big cardboard boxes.

Being soft-spoken by others, Bi Guo took the phone and sent a message to Jian Xuezhou: Sister, I tidied up the bookcase, can you tidy up the books for me?

After a while, Jian Xuezhou replied with two simple words: yes.

Bi Guo threw down the phone, took a knife and opened the box at random, and it was indeed full of books.

Bi Guo scooped it up, picked up a stack, and when he turned around, he was stunned.

Three minutes later, there were continuous screams in the silent room, and Ji Lan's mobile phone rang again and again with a request for a voice call from "pecan fruit".