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Chapter 42
Holding the key to open the door, Yan Ge's hands were still trembling, whether it was cold or nervous, Jin Siyan took the ingredients in his hand, stood aside, and tilted his head to watch him open the door.
The lock was rusty, and there was a slight clicking sound when it was unscrewed. The room was dark and deserted with no lights on, and only the ticking of the clock's hands could be heard.
After entering the door, Yan Ge took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, before turning on the heater.
Jin Siyan found a table and put down all the things in his hands. Driven by curiosity, he pushed aside the shopping bag bought by Yan Ge and looked at it.
"I bought a lot of dishes." Jin Siyan smiled, "Is it cooking dinner at home?"
"Yeah." Yan Ge was pouring water for him. Hearing the sound, he glanced back and nodded, "I have a rest tomorrow, and I plan to cook at home tonight."
"Oh." Jin Siyan responded, looked around lazily, and slowly sat down on the sofa, "Do you usually eat out?"
"Usually..." As if he didn't expect him to ask this, Yan Ge paused, and his voice dragged on helplessly, "...Eat the crew's boxed lunch."
"...Oh." Jin Siyan touched the tip of his nose, watched him put the hot water in front of him, and said thank you, "You bought so much, do you have customers?"
"No." Yan Ge sat down opposite him, took a sip from the cup, his voice suddenly dropped, as if he was about to be submerged in steam, "You're the only one."
"Ah." Jin Siyan responded vaguely, and asked indistinctly, "Is it just me?"
Yan Ge raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, seeing that he was looking up at the lamp, instead of looking at himself, he quickly lowered his head, looked away, and replied, "Yes."
"So pitiful?" Jin Siyan raised his eyebrows, "No other friends?"
Yan Ge stopped talking.
He always felt that every word of this man seemed to be teasing him, and it was a bit contemptuous and joking. Although he knew that Jin Siyan must have no malicious intentions, listening to his casual voice, his heart felt a little empty and ups and downs.
Seeing him like this, with his head down, silent, his eyes out of focus, as if he had no desire to speak, as if he had been wronged, Jin Siyan was also taken aback.
It's true that Yan Ge himself doesn't like socializing very much, and he doesn't look like he can socialize. It's normal that he can't make friends in the crew. Besides, Yan Ge doesn't necessarily want to make friends with them.
In a daze, Jin Siyan came to his senses, and said with a smile, "It's okay, anyway, I don't have many friends. Friends are not in quantity, but in quality..."
Hearing what he said, Yan Ge paused for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, and heard the man say again,
"Being your friend, my quality should be... OK?"
Only the side lights were turned on in the room, and it looked a bit dim. Yan Ge couldn't see the man's eyes clearly, he could only see him leaning loosely on the sofa, with his arms casually put on the armrests, playing with an unlit cigarette between his legs. Overlapping, the body is slightly slanted, and the whole person seems to be boneless. It can be called sitting or not sitting, but there is an uncontrollable frivolity, as if carrying the coldness that has not dissipated outside.
The longer he stared at him, the more Yan Ge felt a little hot on his face.
Usually at home, Yan Ge is used to only turning on the side lights. One is that he does not often stay in the living room, and the other is that the power consumption is relatively small.
But at this moment, looking at the noble and elegant man in front of him, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.
What I was used to doing at ordinary times has now become a sharp weapon for self-humiliation.
"I'll go and turn on the light." Yan Ge lowered his head and stood up hastily, his voice showing a kind of helpless haste.
"You have already opened it." Jin Siyan looked at him, a little puzzled, bent his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, and tilted his head to look at him.
Yan Ge ran to the entrance and turned on all the lights in the house, and the room was lit up instantly, adding a trace of life inexplicably.
After turning on the light, Yan Ge stopped staring at people so bluntly, and wiped his hands on the skirt of his shirt, "Then I'm going to cook?"
Jin Siyan was noncommittal, "Do you want my help?"
"……Need not."
Yan Ge dragged the ingredients off the table, carried them into the kitchen, and quickly closed the sliding door, as if fleeing.
As soon as the door was closed, Yan Ge's fingertips went limp, the shopping bag slid to the floor, and he leaned against the wall, unable to recover for a long time.
His cheeks were still a little hot, his eyes were shaking as he stared at the ground, his heart was screaming in his chest, and Jin Siyan's words just now echoed in his mind, the way he looked when he was talking to him.
Yan Ge didn't see his face very clearly, only heard his voice was low and deep, with a bit of cold hoarseness, a slightly half-serious tone, half serious and half joking.
The tips of his ears were hot, and Yan Ge washed his face on the kitchen counter before recovering. He took a breath, and was about to fasten his apron when the glass door behind him suddenly rang twice.
"Yan Ge?" Jin Siyan's voice came from outside the door.
Yan Ge was startled, hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, reached out and opened the door a crack, "What's wrong?"
"Are you sure you don't want my help?" Jin Siyan asked.
Yan Ge's eyelids twitched, "It's really not necessary, you are a guest, so why not?"
It seemed that he had made up his mind to decline, but Jin Siyan didn't insist, and changed the subject, "Then can I have a look around your house? It's boring to stay in the living room alone."
"...Okay, you can do whatever you want." Yan Ge replied, suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes suddenly, and opened the door with a bang.
Jin Siyan got permission and was about to turn around when the door behind him opened suddenly, which startled him.
The belt on the back of Yange's apron has not been tied yet, only a rope hangs loosely around his neck, with an unspeakable panic on his face, "First, wait a minute."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed Jin Siyan to the living room, ran into the bedroom by himself, and closed the door.
After entering the room, Yan Ge looked at the neatly tidied bedroom, checked around, put the book that he had read and put down on the table, and looked down at the pillow. The white corner of the T-shirt was exposed under the pillow.
I hurriedly stuffed the T-shirt back under the pillow, thought about it, and felt that it was not safe, so I had to pull it out again, carried it in my hand, walked around the bedroom exhausted, and finally stuffed it into the deepest part of the closet and covered it with other clothes .
Jin Siyan probably wouldn't open someone's closet casually.
Only then did Yan Ge's heart settle down, but he still had some lingering fears.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, so he came in and checked in advance, otherwise, when Jin Siyan walked in and saw his T-shirt being used as a pillow by others, he would definitely be regarded as a pervert.
After looking around and finding that there was nothing wrong, Yan Ge took a deep breath, wiped off the thin sweat on his palms on the front of his clothes, combed his hair, and opened the door again.
Jin Siyan was still standing outside the door. Seeing him coming out, the corners of his eyes were bent, and he laughed aloud, "What's the matter with you, you still have a little secret?"
Yan Ge laughed gagly, did not answer, did not look at him, and pointed behind his back casually, "Take it as you like, you can turn around yourself."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and tied the belt of his apron while walking towards the kitchen, entered the kitchen sideways, and closed the door.
Turning back suspiciously, and glanced at the closed door in front of him, Jin Siyan smiled a little confused.
Thinking of Yan Ge's violent reaction just now, Jin Siyan still felt that it would be impolite not to go to the bedroom, so he turned on his toes and entered the study.
Yan Ge's house is a bit old. It should be an old house assigned to employees decades ago. Many places are in disrepair, but due to diligent maintenance, it is also clean. Although old, it is not Look down and out.
The light circuit in the study room was unstable, and it flickered a few times before it stabilized. The cold light was a bit desolate. Jin Siyan remembered the way Yan Ge got up and turned on the light just now, paused his fingers, walked to the living room again, and glanced at the bright ceiling.
The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. It was very coherent and seemed very skillful.
On the atomized and carved glass door, one can vaguely see the figure of a man standing in front of the counter with his head bowed slightly, without even thinking about it, he must be extremely focused.
After thinking about it, Jin Siyan suddenly understood, took a few steps forward, and turned off all the other lights.
Turning back to the study, Jin Siyan found that although many things in Yan Ge's house were kept simple, the study was full. Opposite the entrance was a big window, and the walls on both sides were embedded with bookshelves, which were basically full of books.
The books are all placed flat, probably because they are afraid that the hardcover books will be deformed and degummed if they are stored vertically for a long time. Jin Siyan approached and found that there was no dust on the books on the tall shelf, which should be because he often took them down to read them.
Next to the window is a hanging chair with blankets and pillows on it, and a few books are placed casually.
Jin Siyan glanced down, reached out to pick up the book, turned around and sat in.
The hanging chair seemed to be old. Jin Siyan's tall and straight body sat in it, and he heard a creak, which made him think he was about to fall down.
Fortunately, it is still solid, except for the occasional noise, it is not too much inconvenience.
The hanging chair is not very spacious, Jin Siyan sat in just right, put the book on his lap, Jin Siyan approached the hanging chair, looked up at the decorations above his head.
Jin Siyan turned his wrist and glanced at the book cover.
Abbas' collection of poems "A Wolf Watching".
Suddenly, he imagined Yan Ge sitting here.
Yan Ge is slightly thinner than him, and slightly shorter in height, so he should be quite comfortable sitting here.
Nested in the hanging chair, rolled up the blanket, flipping through these obscure or interesting books, occasionally sleepy, yawned crookedly, and continued to read, or simply let myself fall asleep, and then be swayed by the dusk Awakened by the low temperature, and when he opened his eyes, he looked dazed and staring, probably because he accidentally fell asleep without realizing it.
The brows were slightly raised, and the thin and thin figure in his mind gradually disappeared. Jin Siyan lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were a little blurred as he looked at the book cover, and then he laughed very slowly and lightly, a little absurd, but also with a little imperceptible gentleness,
"...It's pretty cute."
The lock was rusty, and there was a slight clicking sound when it was unscrewed. The room was dark and deserted with no lights on, and only the ticking of the clock's hands could be heard.
After entering the door, Yan Ge took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, before turning on the heater.
Jin Siyan found a table and put down all the things in his hands. Driven by curiosity, he pushed aside the shopping bag bought by Yan Ge and looked at it.
"I bought a lot of dishes." Jin Siyan smiled, "Is it cooking dinner at home?"
"Yeah." Yan Ge was pouring water for him. Hearing the sound, he glanced back and nodded, "I have a rest tomorrow, and I plan to cook at home tonight."
"Oh." Jin Siyan responded, looked around lazily, and slowly sat down on the sofa, "Do you usually eat out?"
"Usually..." As if he didn't expect him to ask this, Yan Ge paused, and his voice dragged on helplessly, "...Eat the crew's boxed lunch."
"...Oh." Jin Siyan touched the tip of his nose, watched him put the hot water in front of him, and said thank you, "You bought so much, do you have customers?"
"No." Yan Ge sat down opposite him, took a sip from the cup, his voice suddenly dropped, as if he was about to be submerged in steam, "You're the only one."
"Ah." Jin Siyan responded vaguely, and asked indistinctly, "Is it just me?"
Yan Ge raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, seeing that he was looking up at the lamp, instead of looking at himself, he quickly lowered his head, looked away, and replied, "Yes."
"So pitiful?" Jin Siyan raised his eyebrows, "No other friends?"
Yan Ge stopped talking.
He always felt that every word of this man seemed to be teasing him, and it was a bit contemptuous and joking. Although he knew that Jin Siyan must have no malicious intentions, listening to his casual voice, his heart felt a little empty and ups and downs.
Seeing him like this, with his head down, silent, his eyes out of focus, as if he had no desire to speak, as if he had been wronged, Jin Siyan was also taken aback.
It's true that Yan Ge himself doesn't like socializing very much, and he doesn't look like he can socialize. It's normal that he can't make friends in the crew. Besides, Yan Ge doesn't necessarily want to make friends with them.
In a daze, Jin Siyan came to his senses, and said with a smile, "It's okay, anyway, I don't have many friends. Friends are not in quantity, but in quality..."
Hearing what he said, Yan Ge paused for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, and heard the man say again,
"Being your friend, my quality should be... OK?"
Only the side lights were turned on in the room, and it looked a bit dim. Yan Ge couldn't see the man's eyes clearly, he could only see him leaning loosely on the sofa, with his arms casually put on the armrests, playing with an unlit cigarette between his legs. Overlapping, the body is slightly slanted, and the whole person seems to be boneless. It can be called sitting or not sitting, but there is an uncontrollable frivolity, as if carrying the coldness that has not dissipated outside.
The longer he stared at him, the more Yan Ge felt a little hot on his face.
Usually at home, Yan Ge is used to only turning on the side lights. One is that he does not often stay in the living room, and the other is that the power consumption is relatively small.
But at this moment, looking at the noble and elegant man in front of him, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.
What I was used to doing at ordinary times has now become a sharp weapon for self-humiliation.
"I'll go and turn on the light." Yan Ge lowered his head and stood up hastily, his voice showing a kind of helpless haste.
"You have already opened it." Jin Siyan looked at him, a little puzzled, bent his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, and tilted his head to look at him.
Yan Ge ran to the entrance and turned on all the lights in the house, and the room was lit up instantly, adding a trace of life inexplicably.
After turning on the light, Yan Ge stopped staring at people so bluntly, and wiped his hands on the skirt of his shirt, "Then I'm going to cook?"
Jin Siyan was noncommittal, "Do you want my help?"
"……Need not."
Yan Ge dragged the ingredients off the table, carried them into the kitchen, and quickly closed the sliding door, as if fleeing.
As soon as the door was closed, Yan Ge's fingertips went limp, the shopping bag slid to the floor, and he leaned against the wall, unable to recover for a long time.
His cheeks were still a little hot, his eyes were shaking as he stared at the ground, his heart was screaming in his chest, and Jin Siyan's words just now echoed in his mind, the way he looked when he was talking to him.
Yan Ge didn't see his face very clearly, only heard his voice was low and deep, with a bit of cold hoarseness, a slightly half-serious tone, half serious and half joking.
The tips of his ears were hot, and Yan Ge washed his face on the kitchen counter before recovering. He took a breath, and was about to fasten his apron when the glass door behind him suddenly rang twice.
"Yan Ge?" Jin Siyan's voice came from outside the door.
Yan Ge was startled, hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, reached out and opened the door a crack, "What's wrong?"
"Are you sure you don't want my help?" Jin Siyan asked.
Yan Ge's eyelids twitched, "It's really not necessary, you are a guest, so why not?"
It seemed that he had made up his mind to decline, but Jin Siyan didn't insist, and changed the subject, "Then can I have a look around your house? It's boring to stay in the living room alone."
"...Okay, you can do whatever you want." Yan Ge replied, suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes suddenly, and opened the door with a bang.
Jin Siyan got permission and was about to turn around when the door behind him opened suddenly, which startled him.
The belt on the back of Yange's apron has not been tied yet, only a rope hangs loosely around his neck, with an unspeakable panic on his face, "First, wait a minute."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed Jin Siyan to the living room, ran into the bedroom by himself, and closed the door.
After entering the room, Yan Ge looked at the neatly tidied bedroom, checked around, put the book that he had read and put down on the table, and looked down at the pillow. The white corner of the T-shirt was exposed under the pillow.
I hurriedly stuffed the T-shirt back under the pillow, thought about it, and felt that it was not safe, so I had to pull it out again, carried it in my hand, walked around the bedroom exhausted, and finally stuffed it into the deepest part of the closet and covered it with other clothes .
Jin Siyan probably wouldn't open someone's closet casually.
Only then did Yan Ge's heart settle down, but he still had some lingering fears.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, so he came in and checked in advance, otherwise, when Jin Siyan walked in and saw his T-shirt being used as a pillow by others, he would definitely be regarded as a pervert.
After looking around and finding that there was nothing wrong, Yan Ge took a deep breath, wiped off the thin sweat on his palms on the front of his clothes, combed his hair, and opened the door again.
Jin Siyan was still standing outside the door. Seeing him coming out, the corners of his eyes were bent, and he laughed aloud, "What's the matter with you, you still have a little secret?"
Yan Ge laughed gagly, did not answer, did not look at him, and pointed behind his back casually, "Take it as you like, you can turn around yourself."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and tied the belt of his apron while walking towards the kitchen, entered the kitchen sideways, and closed the door.
Turning back suspiciously, and glanced at the closed door in front of him, Jin Siyan smiled a little confused.
Thinking of Yan Ge's violent reaction just now, Jin Siyan still felt that it would be impolite not to go to the bedroom, so he turned on his toes and entered the study.
Yan Ge's house is a bit old. It should be an old house assigned to employees decades ago. Many places are in disrepair, but due to diligent maintenance, it is also clean. Although old, it is not Look down and out.
The light circuit in the study room was unstable, and it flickered a few times before it stabilized. The cold light was a bit desolate. Jin Siyan remembered the way Yan Ge got up and turned on the light just now, paused his fingers, walked to the living room again, and glanced at the bright ceiling.
The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. It was very coherent and seemed very skillful.
On the atomized and carved glass door, one can vaguely see the figure of a man standing in front of the counter with his head bowed slightly, without even thinking about it, he must be extremely focused.
After thinking about it, Jin Siyan suddenly understood, took a few steps forward, and turned off all the other lights.
Turning back to the study, Jin Siyan found that although many things in Yan Ge's house were kept simple, the study was full. Opposite the entrance was a big window, and the walls on both sides were embedded with bookshelves, which were basically full of books.
The books are all placed flat, probably because they are afraid that the hardcover books will be deformed and degummed if they are stored vertically for a long time. Jin Siyan approached and found that there was no dust on the books on the tall shelf, which should be because he often took them down to read them.
Next to the window is a hanging chair with blankets and pillows on it, and a few books are placed casually.
Jin Siyan glanced down, reached out to pick up the book, turned around and sat in.
The hanging chair seemed to be old. Jin Siyan's tall and straight body sat in it, and he heard a creak, which made him think he was about to fall down.
Fortunately, it is still solid, except for the occasional noise, it is not too much inconvenience.
The hanging chair is not very spacious, Jin Siyan sat in just right, put the book on his lap, Jin Siyan approached the hanging chair, looked up at the decorations above his head.
Jin Siyan turned his wrist and glanced at the book cover.
Abbas' collection of poems "A Wolf Watching".
Suddenly, he imagined Yan Ge sitting here.
Yan Ge is slightly thinner than him, and slightly shorter in height, so he should be quite comfortable sitting here.
Nested in the hanging chair, rolled up the blanket, flipping through these obscure or interesting books, occasionally sleepy, yawned crookedly, and continued to read, or simply let myself fall asleep, and then be swayed by the dusk Awakened by the low temperature, and when he opened his eyes, he looked dazed and staring, probably because he accidentally fell asleep without realizing it.
The brows were slightly raised, and the thin and thin figure in his mind gradually disappeared. Jin Siyan lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were a little blurred as he looked at the book cover, and then he laughed very slowly and lightly, a little absurd, but also with a little imperceptible gentleness,
"...It's pretty cute."
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