The perfect game for personalities

Waking up a little earlier than usual the next day, Guangnao received a text message.

The optical brain used for communication usually has almost no one to send messages to Jiang Fei except Jiang Zhen.

When he saw the red dot displayed, his heart trembled, and his inexplicable emotion was like the morning sunlight leaking in through the heavy blackout curtains.

It was Gao Heng who told him that breakfast was ready at eight o'clock, but didn't wake him up until after that, and asked him what he wanted for lunch more than ten minutes ago.

Jiang Fei thought about the vegetables they went to the supermarket to buy yesterday, and asked.

[Can you cook shrimp? 】

Gao Heng immediately replied, 【What kind of shrimp do you want to eat? 】

[Can it be fried? 】

【Can. 】

Gao Heng added, 【Dinner can be served at about 11:30. 】

【it is good. 】

Jiang Fei slowly got up to wash up as usual, and it was not until eleven o'clock after tidying up.

He stood in the living room and thought for a while, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

At 11:30, Jiang Fei rang the doorbell of Gao Heng's house.

Gao Heng, who was packing fresh food into the lunch box in the kitchen, was taken aback for a moment, his heart tightened, and he rushed to the door to open it, looking at Jiang Fei who came to find him on his own initiative.

He paid close attention to Jiang Fei's expression and tried to speak as naturally as possible.

"Lunch has been prepared and is being loaded, please wait a moment."

While speaking, his mind was spinning rapidly, and uneasy thoughts kept pouring out.

Why did he take the initiative to find himself?

Even if he was hungry, he couldn't come here first. Could it be that he suddenly didn't want to play this kind of neighbor game with himself?

Did you react, or do you want to retreat yourself?

In a short period of time, Gao Heng's heart was ready to bear all the bad situations.

His heart was beating wildly, convulsed in intense fear and hopelessness, he was tortured by an unspeakable dull pain, his ears were ringing and buzzing, and even the Jiang Fei in his eyes was somewhat blurred.

He was going crazy with his own imagination.

Jiang Fei's voice seemed to come from far away.

"I don't know how to cook, so I can't help you, so I went downstairs to buy some fruit."

He looked at Gao Heng's froze expression, "...Your complexion is not very good."

"fine."

After Gao Heng replied subconsciously, he slowly came back to his senses, his limbs and bones were warmed by the fresh blood again.

The corners of his lips raised, revealing a genuine smile, and he repeated slowly, "It's okay."

He was going to take the bag of fruit that Jiang Fei was carrying, but the other party didn't intend to hand it over. He still stood at the door, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and he seemed to have some hesitation that he couldn't handle.

Suddenly, Gao Heng thought of some inconceivable idea, and his breathing stopped.

He opened the door and took a wrong step to the side. The extremely strong ecstasy was suppressed in his throat, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Come in, sit down for a while."

Jiang Fei glanced at him.

Gao Heng didn't know what expression was on his face at the moment, but he could clearly see that the hesitation disappeared from Jiang Fei's face, followed by a gentleness that was almost pity.

He walked in, "Excuse me."

He stood in the living room, observing Gao Heng's house cautiously, there was no change from the last time he caught a glimpse.

Gao Heng stared at him from behind.

In an instant, he raised his hand almost uncontrollably, wanting to touch Jiang Fei's white neck with sharp hair, wanting to control this person again in his palm, and using outrageous force to prevent him from escaping.

But he stopped, tried his best to restrain the urge of madness, and slowly withdrew his hand.

The stiff look regained his composure, and he walked towards the kitchen.

"Lunch will be ready soon."

Just now he was carefully putting the last hot dish in the pot into the lunch box, and the fried shrimp was already stuffed to another layer, and the plate left in the kitchen was the same as before, with only a few ingredients left.

What he gives to Jiang Fei is always the best.

Gao Heng looked at the lunch box in front of him, stood motionless for half a minute, and then quickly poured the food in the lunch box back onto the plate.

The porcelain plate fell on the dining table, making a slight crisp sound.

He looked towards the living room and said softly.

"time to eat."

Jiang Fei was sitting on the sofa restrainedly, and there was a closed notebook on the tea table in front of him, and all the records about him were written on it.

Gao Heng glanced at the unopened notebook, and took it back.

Hearing his voice, Jiang Fei stood up and walked over.

Gao Heng's gaze returned to him in an instant, staring at his expression intently.

The heartbeat slowed down, and a pinched heart hung in the air.

Jiang Fei saw the plates on the dining table.

Gao Heng didn't prepare a lunch box for him to take away, but tactfully invited him to stay for dinner.

This was beyond his expectation. He thought buying water and entering the house was already a breakthrough, but Gao Heng was more sensitive than he imagined. After catching his slight weakness, he took advantage of the situation to test it out, eager to move forward. take a step.

He looked at Gao Heng.

The tall man stood silently in front of the restaurant with his back straight, a head taller than him.

But his eyes seemed to be looking up at him, unbelievably full of expectation, and cautiously begged him for alms.

Jiang Fei lowered his eyes, and as soon as his figure moved, Gao Heng immediately asked in a tense voice, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you want to eat?"

Jiang Fei looked at the kitchen behind him, and said calmly, "I'll help serve the meal."

He crossed the high horizontal line and walked into the kitchen, shoulders touched, and they touched and separated in an instant like a caress.

The skin suddenly became a little sore and numb that could not be described.

With his back facing Gao Heng, Jiang Fei took a few seconds to relax.

Gao Heng followed closely, his voice trembling at the end, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Come on, the rice cooker is hot."

He opened the rice cooker, filled two bowls of rice, and Jiang Fei, who was next to him, walked out with the rice.

Gao Heng's dazed eyes followed him all the time, seeing him put down and look up, his eyes merged, as if both of them were burned, but they both endured it as if nothing had happened.

"Is there anything else you haven't taken?"

Gao Heng withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but smile a little, "The tableware is missing, let me get it."

They sit across from the restaurant.

Gao Heng didn't dare to look at Jiang Fei too bluntly, for fear that his gaze would frighten the other party like a hook, so he lowered his eyes and only dared to sneak past him.

From his angle, he could only see above the covered part of the dining table, Jiang Fei's hand holding the chopsticks was well-proportioned and graceful, with fine white knuckles.

Further up, you can see a small piece of fair skin extending from the neck, and the collarbone is slightly sunken, outlining extremely graceful lines.

Then there is the small Adam's apple for swallowing, the thin lower jaw.

His secretive gaze rested on Jiang Fei's lips.

When you're not smiling, the arc that forms a straight line will turn people away thousands of miles away, but as long as you put on a little smile and the corners of your lips are slightly curved, you will look terribly good-looking.

Jiang Fei chewed quietly with small mouthfuls, the flesh of her lips were stained with soup, dripping with water.

Gao Heng stared at it for a few seconds, and before Jiang Fei raised his eyes to look over, he quickly looked away, pretending to pick up food, and said.

"Try this shredded potato. It's hot and sour. I don't know if you like it."

Jiang Fei didn't doubt that he was there, and he chewed the hot and sour and refreshing potato shreds, and commented from the bottom of his heart.

"delicious."

It was indeed delicious, he couldn't help picking up a few more chopsticks, and asked before falling into a quiet atmosphere again.

"Do you cook often?"

The light of surprise flashed across Gao Heng's eyes.

Jiang Fei was trying to understand him.

"Yes, I have learned to cook since I was a child."

Little cakes mixed with toothpaste, spoiled yogurt, meals with the wrong seasoning.

After the Gao family was made things difficult for many times, Gao Heng no longer believed in the chefs who were on the same team as them, but became self-reliant, so he practiced good cooking skills.

After entering the military academy, he didn't need to do it himself, but he didn't expect that it would become the biggest advantage here for Jiang Fei.

His answer reminded Jiang Fei of the encounter in the dream.

When he was raised under the care and care of his father, Gao Heng from a wealthy family had a hard life, maybe he never even felt true family affection.

Is it because I have been alone for too long, so once I like someone, this is where all the feelings are?

Violent, suffocating, forceful, those feelings that overwhelm Jiang Fei are all his out-of-control love.

In fact, they are very similar, and they are both missing a certain part of the emotion.

The difference is that Jiang Fei would rather seal himself up and maintain a blank and indifferent state, while Gao Heng chose to make up for it with another emotion, pouring his hot emotion into his love for him.

Jiang Fei slowly stopped the chopsticks and stared at Gao Heng.

Looking at Gao Heng's face, he realized that he actually couldn't remember the appearance of those personalities in the spiritual world, which seemed to be similar to Gao Heng, but somewhat different.

They haven't gotten to know each other well in the real world, but Jiang Fei feels familiar from him.

Those personalities are Gao Heng, and Gao Heng is them.

He asked softly, "Do you still like me?"

"of course, I......"

Gao Heng paused, worried that the word "love" would bring too much pressure to him, so he changed his words.

"I've always liked you."

"I may not be able to accept it so quickly."

Jiang Fei's tone was not as decisive as that at the hospital entrance.

And the word "maybe" already made Gao Heng's heart skip a beat, and his whole body froze.

He stared at Jiang Fei with a burning gaze, and his expression froze for a moment, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that the arc of his smile would disturb someone.

Under his flattered gaze, Jiang Fei thought about it and continued slowly.

"We can start with neighbors ... or friends, if you want."

"it is good."

Gao Heng blurted out and agreed without hesitation.

With Jiang Fei's promise, he couldn't stop the excitement in his heart, his eyes were amazingly bright.

The gloomy look that easily appeared between the eyebrows and eyes was also dispelled by the blooming joy, like a child without haze.

Such obvious joy also made Jiang Fei purse her lips, and a certain heavy emotion on her heart became lighter, flew to her chest, and gradually swelled.

He lowered his voice a bit, trying to find a way out for himself.

"But in the end, I may not necessarily accept you."

"I know."

Gao Heng said he knew, but his tone was firm and confident.

As long as Jiang Fei gave him this opportunity, even if there was a slight gap, he would firmly grasp it.

As long as Jiang Fei doesn't resist his love, then one day, he will also get Jiang Fei's love.

The second half of the lunch was finished silently, Jiang Fei wanted to help wash the dishes, but Gao Heng drove him to the living room to rest.

He asked Jiang Fei to watch TV for a while, and Jiang Fei idly changed the channel. In fact, he should go back to his home, but he could see that Gao Heng was trying his best to keep him.

Gao Heng was afraid that he would go away by himself, so he came out of the kitchen within a few minutes, carrying the washed fruit.

"I washed some cherries and tasted one just now. It's very sweet."

Jiang Fei asked in surprise, "Have you washed the dishes?"

"I'll wash it later."

Gao Heng sat on the sofa a little distance away, looked at him without blinking, couldn't hide his smile.

Jiang Fei ate the cherries she bought, avoided his gaze, lowered her eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He has a quiet personality and is not someone who would initiate a conversation, so Gao Heng asked out loud.

"You're going to work tomorrow, aren't you?"

Jiang Fei nodded.

"Can you tell me the commute time?"

Gao Heng's direct questioning was obviously intentional.

But this is not a secret, Jiang Fei also wants to know how he will continue to walk after being allowed to approach.

So he answered.

"You should be very busy at noon, so shall we have breakfast and dinner together?"

His superb cooking skills made Jiang Fei subconsciously agree, but the words stopped on his lips and asked, "Don't you have to go to work?"

"I'm on vacation recently."

Jiang Fei nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing him pondering something, Gao Heng took the initiative to introduce his work.

"I went to a military school, and I worked directly in the national army after graduation. I just applied for a vacation and came back here not long ago."

After thinking about it, Gao Heng turned on his optical brain to show him again, as if meeting for the first time on a blind date, reporting all his family background clearly.

"I have been working for five years, and this is all my savings. Besides this house, I also have a house in Huapei District. But I only go back to the capital for a few days a year, and I basically don't live much. My number in the army is . …”

"stop--"

Jiang Fei frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless.

"You don't need to go into such detail, isn't everything in the army secret?"

Gao Heng also laughed, his eyes were gentle, "Some are not secret, I want you to know me."

I understand, Jiang Fei has never taken the initiative to understand anyone.

He's not interested, and he doesn't need to.

He looked at Gao Heng and asked after a few seconds of silence.

"You said just now that you have been working for five years, and you only come back a few days a year. This time you are on vacation and you will stay here for so long?"

"Yes."

"Then why, you didn't do anything for the past five years, but why did you come to me for treatment this time?"

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, the relationship begins to take a qualitative leap