imaginary rival

There is always an inexplicable gap between cities and cities.

This feeling is very subtle, and it is different from traveling. It may be that you know that you will spend the rest of your life in this place, so you have to look more carefully.

Streets and streets, communities and people, these differences are negligible, but when you look closely, you will experience a sense of strangeness.

When Jiang Shiyu was pushed into the car by Yan's father, he didn't escape from this sense of estrangement. It was very strange. He always felt uncomfortable in every part of his body, and he couldn't tell where it was.

It may be acclimatization.

His mother was not at home, and Jiang Shiyu didn't have a key to the house, so he had to go to Yan An's house to stay for a while. He didn't carry the luggage by himself along the way. Yan An carried his luggage and walked in the front. He said something in one sentence, and Xie Lanlan next to him added a sentence from time to time, which seemed very harmonious.

Jiang Shiyu stared at the ground, the uncomfortable feeling became more obvious.

"Ask you." Xie Lanlan did not know when she came to him, "Do you want to eat?"

"Ah," Jiang Shiyu came back to his senses and looked at her, "Excuse me, what do you want to eat?"

"Roasted sweet potatoes." Xie Lanlan pointed to the side, where an old man pushing a furnace cart was looking.

"You've been pointing at others like that, isn't it okay not to buy two?" Yan An sighed, and walked over to buy sweet potatoes, "What brains."

"See, this is how he bullied me for so many years," Xie Lanlan was very familiar, and patted Jiang Shiyu's shoulder gently, "Remember to beat him up for me."

"Oh," Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, nodded, and looked at Yan An, "about three minutes."

Yan An turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him.

"What 3 minutes?" Xie Lanlan didn't understand.

"When I fight with him, at most 3 minutes, he will kneel on the ground," Jiang Shiyu paused, "Please don't die."

After Xie Lanlan came to her senses, she had fun with Yan An for a long time, and Yan's father was also laughing in front of her. He didn't stop smiling until the roasted sweet potatoes were handed over to him. Yan An smiled and said, "You're quite funny."

The sweet potatoes were delicious, and Mama Yan was very enthusiastic. She entertained a delicious meal and cleaned up the guest room for Jiang Shiyu to rest.

During this period, Mama Yan also called her mother, presumably asking her to come to Yan's house for dinner after get off work, and her mother would probably agree to it, and she usually wouldn't refuse a treat.

A strange city, a strange room, and... I don't know if they can be counted as strange people.

Jiang Shiyu sat by the bed in a daze, feeling that everything was going too fast, it was too natural, he and Yan An hadn't seen each other for ten years, Xie Lanlan naturally knew each other well, and Yan An didn't show the embarrassment and unfamiliarity of reuniting after a long absence .

She even shed tears when they met. It seemed that it would be too long since we met again, and it had to be a life-and-death sadomasochism.

Jiang Shiyu remembered Yan An's expression at that time, and was inexplicably amused. As soon as the corner of his mouth was raised, the vibration of the mobile phone interrupted the emotion he had finally raised a little bit.

The caller was not displayed, but Jiang Shiyu could recognize who it was just by looking at the string of numbers. He hung up the phone, dragged the number into the blacklist, and threw the phone aside.

The glasses were taken off and placed on the bed, Jiang Shiyu fell on the bed, put his arms on the eyelids and pressed hard.

"I think he seems quite tired," Yan An whispered to his mother while sitting on the sofa, "Don't bother him, shall we? Just call him at dinner time."

"The child now," Yan's mother sighed, took a glass of water and returned to the sofa in the living room, "You are not very old, and you have a lot of things on your mind."

Yan An pursed his lips and said nothing.

There are three children in a room, one is sleeping, the other is using a mobile phone, looking very heartless, and the other is himself, he is a little unsure whether his mother is alluding to himself.

"Xiao An," Xie Lanlan elbowed him, "I have a question for you."

"En." Yan An responded.

"Here," Xie Lanlan handed over the phone, on which was a page of recipes, "'Add a little salt', how much is a little?"

"A little bit means that you won't feel salty after eating it. If you feel salty, you can add a little less next time." Yan An glanced, "If it doesn't work, give it a try."

"Lick it?" Xie Lanlan's expression was a bit tangled, "The batter is raw, can you lick it?"

Only then did Yan An take a careful look at the screen of her phone.

Xie Lanlan searched for lazy recipes, simple and delicious ones, the only bad thing is that the ingredients below are also very simple.

salt, pinch.

MSG, a little.

A little bit of variety.

Flour, just the right amount.

What kind of broken recipe is this, how can people learn it?Is it mainly relying on a clue?

My grandma couldn't write so vaguely when she wrote it.

"What are you going to do?" Yan An took her mobile phone, clicked on Weibo and searched for an ID in the search bar, "This person's dishes are very good, and the ingredients of the side dishes are also detailed, you can learn from it .”

"Ah." Xie Lanlan took back her phone and followed the blogger, "I just want to make something that can be taken away as a gift... What a stupid name."

The blogger's ID is Chang'an Guigu, which sounds like an unusual name. Xie Lanlan tried several times but couldn't figure out how to break the sentence.

At the beginning, Yan An clicked on her homepage because the name was quite distinctive, but later found out that this is a food blogger, not very popular, but the things she makes are pretty good.

Yan An followed suit and learned a few dishes, and the taste was actually quite good.

But the current focus obviously shouldn't be on this strange ID. The focus now is that Xie Lanlan wants to cook, and it's for others.

"Give it away?" Yan An raised his eyebrows.

He didn't keep his voice down much when he said these words. When my mother heard it, she immediately turned her head and looked over: "Who are you sending it to?"

"Hey, oh!" Xie Lanlan smiled and waved her hands at Yan's mother, "I didn't give it to anyone, Xiaoan and I were talking and playing."

Yan An was happy for a while, his phone vibrated, and Xie Lanlan sent him a message directly, with an emoji: I, Makabaka, will kill your dog today.jpg

After a while, I sent another one: To the little brother in the third class!

Yan An raised his eyebrows, and replied: Who played with me last time?

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- what are you going to give him

- Keep it simple, if you can take it out, it's better to be delicious.

Yan An is a little helpless, these three requirements are often the most difficult in cooking, simple is not necessarily delicious, delicious does not necessarily mean that you can take it out, and being able to take it out is not necessarily easy.

Can combine delicious food and take-away, this dish is not so simple.

After thinking about it, Yan An turned his head and whispered to Xie Lanlan, "Let me teach you how to make biscuits, Margarita biscuits, it's quite simple."

"Is it delicious?" Xie Lanlan asked immediately.

"It's okay," Yan An said, "The main thing is that it's simple, as long as you have hands, and this season, no matter what snacks you make, they will be cold, and they won't taste much better. Why don't you make a small biscuit?"

Xie Lanlan frowned and thought for a long time: "That's right."

"Wait until you're free," Yan An said, "Um...next Wednesday? I remember you don't have to practice piano next Wednesday?"

"Ah, yes," Xie Lanlan said, "then next Wednesday."

"Buy the materials," Yan An nodded, "I'll send you the material list."

"Let's go together," Xie Lanlan looked at him, "What if I buy the wrong one?"

"How old are you, can you still make mistakes when you buy things according to the list?" Yan An was happy, "Would you like to walk alone? It's too cold, I really don't want to go out."

Xie Lanlan clicked her tongue, and laughed again after a while, Yan An guessed that she was chatting with that little brother.

"All right," Xie Lanlan said, "If you buy it yourself, you can buy it yourself."

Yan An also smiled.

Xie Lanlan actually wanted to cook for her little brother by herself, this incident was rather scary.

His memory of Xie Lanlan's cooking still stays in the house when he was a child, the so-called lunch made with mud and leaves.

Yan An remembered that little brother, they played basketball together, besides studying well, he seemed to belong to a culinary hobby club outside the school. It's all right, I want to make something to eat and give it to others.

Although the process of making things is very torturous, it is good to have such a heart.

Do whatever comes to your mind, date someone you like, very good, very youthful, very bold.

Unlike him.

Yan An stretched his waist, he was extremely sleepy, and he didn't want to move his nest so much, so he just nestled down and took a nap.

In the half-dream and half-awake period, my body was covered with a blanket, and my mother was still whispering: "I'm so lazy, I don't want to go into the house to sleep."

"That's how he is," Xie Lanlan said with a smile, "If he can take a step less, he will never move more."

What did the mother say again, Yan An didn't hear clearly, and fell asleep in a nearly fainted way, and when he woke up again, he was awakened by the sound of the door opening, Jiang Shiyu's mother came.

Jiang's mother is not in a very good condition. Like Jiang Shiyu, she seems to have walked a hundred and eight thousand miles. She looks weak and gives people a very heavy feeling.

But adults are very good at disguising themselves in this kind of place, and they can't hear her exhaustion when they speak: "Xiao'an, Lan Lan, you've grown up."

"Hello, Auntie." Xie Lanlan got up, as if at home, "Auntie, would you like tea or water?"

"Just drink water." Mother Jiang said with a smile.

"Hello, Auntie." Yan An nodded at her.

Mama Yan and Mama Jiang haven't seen each other for a long time. It is said that they haven't seen each other since the Jiang family moved out. Although they are in contact, it feels more intimate face to face.

After moving back, Jiang's mother has been dealing with work handovers and other things, and she has no time to meet. Today, I finally met and had a lot to say. Yan's father chatted with him and went to the kitchen to cook. Yan An went to the kitchen to help , Xie Lanlan listened obediently to the two sitting outside.

After a while, Xie Lanlan's parents also arrived, and the three families gathered together in a lively manner. Yan An glanced at the guest room, wondering if Jiang Shiyu had been woken up.

If you didn't get woken up by making such a fuss, then you didn't fall asleep, but you were in a coma, right?

"Xiao An," my mother called out, "Go and wake up Xiao Yu. It's time for dinner later, so wake up first."

"Oh." Yan An was stunned for a while before realizing who Xiao Yu was.

Xiaoyu.

I'm still a little hailstone.

Yan An knocked on the door of the guest room, and opened the door in doubt when no one responded. After seeing the situation in the room, he paused: "Are you asleep or not..."

Jiang Shiyu didn't answer him.

The people on the bed took off their coats and pants. It may be because they have this habit of not going to bed with outer clothes, but... it is very strange to lie down.

Just lying on the bed like this, without taking off the shoes, hanging on the toes so that they cannot fall off, the quilt is lifted but not covering the body, the arms are opened like a roc spreading its wings, the eyes are closed, probably asleep Right, but his hand was clutching the sheet very hard, and his expression was not very harmonious, as if he and the sheet were in a painful back-to-back hug.

Yan An hesitated for a while, then walked over and called in a low voice, "Jiang Shiyu?"

Jiang Shiyu's hand loosened, but he didn't wake up.

"Hey," Yan An walked to the bed and pushed his arm, "Wake up, it's dinner time, you..."

Jiang Shiyu opened his eyes.

But Yan An couldn't judge whether he was awake or not, because Jiang Shiyu's eyes were empty and unfocused. Yan An didn't stop pushing him for a while, and pushed him a little more, just for a short time. shrank greatly.

Yan An even felt that he had touched his itchy flesh, but who had itchy flesh growing on his mother's arm, it was too easy to touch, usually he couldn't make himself happy when he was doing homework, he was having fun while writing, the exam Then the scene was even more weird. When I wrote a question and laughed, the invigilator was terrified.

Before he finished thinking, Jiang Shiyu suddenly opened his eyes.

Immediately after a violent rise, Yan An didn't even see how the arm was retracted, the movement was ridiculously fast, and when he realized it, Yan An had already been pinned on the bed by his arms.

"Fuck!" Yan An knocked his chin on the bed, almost biting his tongue, "You are fucking sick!"

In 3 minutes at most, I will kneel on the ground and beg you not to die.

have a look!Look at the situation now!

Is there 1 minute!You are about to kneel on the ground and beg me not to die!

Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, and immediately relaxed his grip: "...I'm sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan An jumped up and pushed him back on the bed, and punched him in the face. Jiang Shiyu didn't hide, and Yan An didn't dare to hit him. The reunion atmosphere of the adults and friends outside was just right Joyfully, he beat up Jiang Shiyu in the room, unable to justify anything.

"You fucking..." Yan An frowned.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Shiyu's expression was calm and tired, Yan An always felt that he was exhausting himself from breathing, "I had a nightmare."

"Have you practiced it?" Yan An got off him, his brows still frowning, "the movements are pretty nimble."

Jiang Shiyu didn't speak, he was breathing heavily, touched the glasses on the bedside and put them on, he was silent for a while and recovered the calm state when Yan An saw him in the morning.

"Did you eat?" Jiang Shiyu asked.

"Don't eat," Yan An said, "I'm full."

"I mean," Jiang Shiyu said, "you called me for dinner?"

"...Ah," Yan An stared at him, "otherwise, did I come here specifically to ask you to twist your arm?"

Jiang Shiyu frowned, stretched out his hand to pinch Yan An's elbow, then pinched his shoulder, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, let's go eat."

Eat, eat, eat, eat less, can you starve to death.

Yan An watched him go out of the room, frowned and walked to the bed, grabbed the corner of the quilt and straightened the quilt.

Turning his head, Jiang Shiyu didn't leave, he just leaned against the door frame and looked at him, Yan An put the quilt away, went out, patted Jiang Shiyu's shoulder vigorously, pointed to the dining table and said, "Come on!" , a cook."

imaginary rival