Window 2, Seventh Canteen

On the bedside table, there was a plate of fried eggs and a glass full of fruit juice.

"Come on, get up and eat." Jiang Wei bent down and asked Han Zilu to wrap his hands around his neck, "Get up, I'm a big crane." He straightened up and pulled Han Zilu up.

Han Zilu rubbed his eyes, looked at the bedside table, "You did it?"

Jiang Wei: "Of course, eat quickly." He passed chopsticks to Han Zilu.

Han Zilu picked up the small plate containing the fried egg. He just woke up and didn't really have any appetite, but facing Jiang Wei's expectant eyes, he still put the fried egg to his mouth and took a big bite.

"How is it? How is the heat?" Jiang Wei was a little excited.

Han Zilu smiled, "Very good, I'm going to be a teacher soon, how about you, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Wei patted his belly, "I ate it a long time ago, I didn't fry it a few times ago, let me take care of it." He said and handed the juice cup to Han Zilu, "Don't just eat, drink something, this is Honey passion fruit, I checked it out, it can soothe the nerves and help you sleep, I bought a lot of passion fruit, and I will make it for you every day in the future."

The pulp was floating in the golden juice, exuding a very special sweet and sour aroma, Han Zilu drank half a cup in one go.

It is early summer now, and the juice is at room temperature, but it feels abnormally warm when you drink it in your mouth.

Han Zilu put down his cup and looked up at Jiang Wei.

He knew that Jiang Wei started looking for passion fruit for him yesterday, and he also knew that Jiang Wei got up early in the morning for this.

Someone treated him so well, out of habit, he wanted to say thank you, but he didn't say it.

Compared to the feelings he wanted to express, those two words were too simple.

After finishing the remaining omelette and drinking the remaining juice, Han Zilu took the plate to wash, Jiang Wei took it, "I'll come, I'll take a shower, you have to go out later, it's getting late .”

Han Zilu suddenly felt that today his and Jiang Wei's roles seemed to be reversed.

After taking a bath, Jiang Wei prepared the clothes for Han Zilu, handed them to him one by one, and asked while watching him wear them, "Isn't that German useful? See, you look a little better."

Han Zilu didn't want to lie to Jiang Wei, but he couldn't tell the truth in the face of that expectant look, so he just smiled and nodded, "It's thanks to you that you can figure out the eighth level of German."

Jiang Wei: "Yeah, huh, hahaha, I'll find you some other small language tonight, and get some more fruit juice, it's definitely more effective if you do it together... Oh no, I should drink it for you at night, You drank the juice early in the morning, what if you get sleepy at work later?"

Han Zilu patted Jiang Wei on the head, "I'm sleepy after drinking it, do you think it's a sleeping pill?"

Jiang Wei smiled, "Soothe the nerves, isn't it just to make people sleepy? It's okay, if you are really sleepy, just take a vacation and come back to sleep, and tell me later, I will go home to accompany you."

Han Zilu: "Don't always think about skipping class."

The two went out together, and Jiang Wei drove Han Zilu to the subway station as usual.

It was a little late to go out today, Han Zilu trotted a few steps, and managed to arrive at the hotel before nine o'clock.

He usually arrives early, and it has only been two or three times in total since he went to work.

As soon as Yuan Hao saw him coming, he ran over, "Brother Han, are you all right, does your hand still hurt?"

"It's okay, I just got up late." Han Zilu checked around the kitchen for a while, seeing that everything was normal, he went back to the lounge to change.

Yuan Hao followed again.

"Brother Han, let me help you re-bandage the wound on your hand. For us chefs, hands are very important."

Han Zilu showed Yuan Hao his hands, "It has been bandaged again, and I went to the hospital yesterday, it's all right."

Yuan Hao stared at Han Zilu's hand, "Then I don't worry, brother Jiang made it for you? You are so careful."

The corners of Han Zilu's mouth raised a high arc, "He is an art student, and he is very careful in everything he does, and he must make it look good."

Yuan Hao: "It's Yan Kong, no wonder, Brother Han's looks are one of the best."

Han Zilu patted Yuan Hao on the shoulder, "Okay, you go first, I'll come right after I change my clothes."

After Yuan Hao left, Han Zilu stared at the bandage on his finger for a long time.

After changing his clothes, he knelt down to tidy up the shoe cabinet below, but when he got up, he moved a little violently and felt dizzy for a while.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, although the dizziness passed, but the drowsiness and fatigue swept over him. He hadn't slept much for three or four days, but the short two or three hours in the morning couldn't make up for it. Come.

For him now, even this narrow and hard single bed seems to have an indescribable attraction, making him want to just lie down like this, unable to sleep.

But no, he has to work.

Han Zilu endured the flustered feeling and stood up, took a few deep breaths, and went out the door.

After arriving at the kitchen, he called Yuan Hao first, gave him a few instructions, and then went to the northernmost coffee shop on the second floor.

"Two cups of concentrate."

When the barista saw that it was Han Zilu, the cool look on his face immediately turned into a friendly one, "Chef Han, how about making it into a big cup?"

Han Zilu nodded.

At this time, a voice came from behind him, "Make me a cup too, just like him."

When Han Zilu heard this voice, he didn't even have the interest to turn his head.

Lu Teng didn't care about this, and stood directly next to Han Zilu, "Our coffee tastes are very similar. I always think that only espresso can fully display the aroma of coffee beans."

Lu Teng often haunts this hotel, and often hangs here to drink coffee. Naturally, the barista knows him, and when he sees him, he politely calls out to Lu Shao.

Lu Teng repeated that his cup should be the same as Han Zilu's.

The barista nodded repeatedly.

Lu Teng looked at Han Zilu's side face affectionately.

Until Han Zilu finished his coffee, he kept the same posture and didn't move his cup.

Han Zilu didn't say a word to Lu Teng, just left after drinking the coffee.

Lu Teng followed closely behind, and the barista shouted from behind, "Young Master Lu, I haven't had the coffee yet, do you want me to pack it for you?"

Lu Teng waved his hands irritably, and continued to follow Han Zilu.

When climbing the stairs, Han Zilu asked, "Don't you have to work recently?"

Lu Teng was delighted, "You are more important than work. As long as I can watch over you every day, I don't need anything. I believe that in time, you will understand my sincerity. Zilu, really, I love you more than the world everything."

Han Zilu originally thought it would be fine to chat with him, but as soon as Lu Teng answered, he didn't want to continue.

But Lu Teng did not give up and still followed.

As he approached the kitchen door, he knew that time was running out, so he was even more anxious to show his courtesy. He said, "Zi Lu, I think you are becoming more and more attractive. Now you are not only handsome, but also exude a melancholy temperament, just like a Lonely prince, every time I see you, I feel like first love."

Hearing this, Han Zilu quickened a few steps, and finally reached the kitchen door.

The moment he opened the door, Lu Teng took his hand, called Zilu again with a look on his face, and said, "I don't want to part with you."

Han Zilu shook off his hand and entered the door. Lu Teng wanted to chase him in, but Yuan Hao blocked the door.

Yuan Hao held a rolling pin as thick as an arm in his hand, "Hey, hey, what are you doing? The kitchen is important for outsiders to enter, understand?"

Lu Teng looked at Yuan Hao bitterly, then at Han Zilu sadly, then turned his head and left.

Yuan Hao had been watching Lu Teng go away at the door before putting away his rolling pin and going back.

"Chef, are you okay?"

"It's nothing." Han Zilu walked to the fresh-keeping cabinet, "Yesterday I said I would find another sea cucumber supplier, have you found it yet?"

Yuan Hao: "Find it, here is the original one." He pointed to a corner of the freezer, "The three compartments here are new ones, and they are all the best ones. Let's see which one to choose."

Han Zilu nodded, opened the fresh-keeping cabinet, and checked them one by one.

Two cups of espresso suppressed the drowsiness temporarily, but the effect was only temporary after all. After lunch, Han Zilu went to ask for another cup of coffee, which barely lasted until the evening.

He changed his clothes tiredly and opened the door, Yuan Hao was already waiting outside.

Han Zilu hasn't been as tired as today for a long time, he looked at Yuan Hao for a while, "Yuan Hao, can you do me a favor?"

Yuan Hao was a little surprised, "Brother Han, you said, as long as I can help, I will definitely help."

"Help me hold Lu Teng, or lead him away? I really don't want to see him today."

Yuan Hao immediately agreed, and then showed a thoughtful look, "Well, I'll try my best, it should be fine, Brother Han, wait a moment, I will send you a text message after I lure him away, and then you can go out again."

Han Zilu leaned against the door frame and thanked him.

Ten minutes later, a text message from Yuan Hao came in, just two words [fixed].

Han Zilu heaved a sigh of relief, went straight out and hailed a taxi.

Outside the car window was Beijing in early summer, with lush trees and lively crowds. Han Zilu looked outside and kept thinking about something.

For example, why did Jiang Weiyi call him to live with him when they first got together?

Another example, why can't I fall asleep.

There are also some accidents and surprises brought about by getting along every day, and my thoughts are erratic, flickering, flickering.

Half an hour later, when the taxi passed by Wudaokou, Han Zilu asked the driver to stop by the side of the road, got off and went straight to the pharmacy.

This is the store where Jiang Wei bought eye drops for him. As soon as he entered, two little girls dressed as nurses recognized him and asked enthusiastically if his eyes were better.

Han Zilu dealt with it casually, searching the shelves full of various medicines.

The two little girls followed her together, asking him what he needed.

Han Zilu searched around but didn't find what he wanted, so he stopped and said to one of the girls, "Please, I want sleeping pills."

Because of taking a taxi, Han Zilu arrived home more than ten minutes earlier than usual.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Wei running towards him, and said as he ran, "Why did you come back early today?"

Seeing his anxious look, Han Zilu couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter? You're not welcome when you come back early?"

Jiang Wei: "No, no, no, oh, I just wanted to prepare juice for you a few minutes in advance, and then you can drink it as soon as you get home, but you came back early, and I haven't prepared it yet, hey wait a minute Son, I'll go right away! Just wait a moment!"

Jiang Wei ran to the kitchen, Han Zilu looked around, walked into the bathroom, and opened the small cabinet where cigarettes and lighters were usually kept.

He opened an almost empty cigarette case, took out a small ziplock bag from his pocket, poured in the twenty or so small pills inside, put the cigarette case away, and closed the cabinet.

Finally, he threw the bag down the toilet and flushed it straight away.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Jiang Wei hurried over, holding a large glass of orange juice in his hand. It seemed that there were more passion fruits than in the morning.

Jiang Wei: "Maybe it's a little sour. I just tasted it. Well, I put too much passion fruit, and the honey is almost the same as in the morning. I don't dare to put too much. I don't know if it will be bad if I eat too much of it." ? It’s not worthwhile to get high blood sugar or something.”

Han Zilu took the cup with a smile and drank it down, "It's delicious."

Jiang Wei took Han Zilu to the bedroom, "I heard that there is a kind of aerobics, and doing it can help you sleep. I downloaded it on the computer, you can try it, and I also finished the audio in the small language. Before going back to sleep I'll give you hot water to soak your feet."

Han Zilu: "So many projects..."

Jiang Wei: "Try everything, it will always work. Come on, I've been studying it for a long time. If you don't understand any movements, I'll explain them to you." He clicked on the video while talking.

This night was very special to Han Zilu, it was a mixture of unspeakable warmth and unspeakable embarrassment.

Before going to bed, Jiang Wei prepared the mp3 and made half a glass of juice for Han Zilu.

Han Zilu: "It's a little sour, please help me get some honey."

Jiang Wei reached out to take the cup, "Give it to me, I'll go to the kitchen to add it."

Han Zilu hesitated, "Let's take it here."

Jiang Wei didn't think much, and went to the kitchen.

Han Zilu took out four pills from the pocket of his pajamas, quickly put them in his mouth, and swallowed them with a mouthful of juice.

After a while, Jiang Wei came back, and when he saw him, he asked, "Why did you drink it first, isn't it too sour?"

Han Zilu: "The first bite feels sour, but the second bite will be fine."

Jiang Wei: "Can I still add honey?"

Han Zilu smiled mischievously, "Well, I think, after doing so much hard work, I will be able to sleep well tonight."

Jiang Weiyi patted his chest, "Of course."