kiss goodnight

The tip of the pen broke the paper for the seventh time, Jiang Yi'an couldn't bear it anymore, put the five fingers of his left hand into his hair, and kneaded the music paper with his right hand.He felt the noise of children playing outside the window, and stared at the window with red eyes in a daze, sitting quietly from noon to evening.

It's really hard to live without any interest in life, and the same minutes and seconds.The out-of-focus eyes focused on the new page, Jiang Yi'an picked up the pencil, there was a vague outline of a person in front of his eyes, and his deep magnetic voice was next to his ears.When I came back to my senses, there were two bold words on the score paper: Wen Ke.

With his thoughts returning, Jiang Yi'an silently wiped it clean with an eraser.The walls were stained with the dark blue night that was about to darken, and he was trapped in the silence, breathing tiredly.

I'm hungry, what should I eat, Jiang Yi'an asked himself in his heart, after a few seconds of dawdling, he stood up shaking, and casually tied up his uneven and messy hair.There were two boxes of instant noodles left in the carton on the side of the refrigerator. Jiang Yi'an went into the kitchen to boil water, tore open the outer packaging, numbly shook the seasoning packet, and accidentally spilled it outside.

Decreased concentration is a side effect of "risperidone tablets". Jiang Yi'an took two deep breaths to suppress a surge of unknown fire.He supported the stove and lowered his head, completely lost the desire to eat, and threw the bits and pieces aside. Just as he was about to put the noodle bowl into the trash can, the doorbell rang.

Slowly, Jiang Yi'an put down the paper bowl and walked out of the kitchen, staring at the door of the living room in the dark.Moving to the door nervously, Jiang Yi'an didn't dare to have expectations, because he was sick, he was even more afraid of disappointment.

After waiting for a while, he slid open the cat's eye lid with his index finger, and after seeing the person outside the door clearly, he stuck it in place like a nail.

For a long time, although Wen Ke's voice was separated by a thick door, it was clear: "I'm not welcome?"

Jiang Yi'an hurriedly pressed the doorknob, and when he saw Wen Ke, he didn't know how to explain that he couldn't open the door in time.Because he unconsciously wrote the other party's name just now, Jiang Yi'an felt guilty for no reason, raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck twice, and asked awkwardly, "Why are you here?"

Wen Ke picked up the shopping bag and said bluntly, "Come and cook for you."

Jiang Yi'an was stunned, and hurriedly reached out to pick it up: "What a shame, let me do it."

Wen Ke put one arm on the door frame, with one leg slightly bent, dodging Jiang Yi'an's movements, and asked with a smile, "Can you cook?"

Jiang Yi'an lowered his head, Wen Ke's smiling face was always flashing in his head for the past two days, and he couldn't forget it when he saw it again.He replied sullenly: "Not really."

Obediently let the door open, Wen Ke entered the room and took off his coat. Inside was a pure black short-sleeved shirt.Jiang Yi'an peeked at his strong back muscles and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Wen Ke went to the bathroom and washed his hands with cold water: "It's not cold."

There were still unsealed instant noodles on the stove, Jiang Yian was going to throw them away, but Wen Ke fished them back from him: "Don't waste it, I just make you fried instant noodles."

Wen Ke is handsome and tall, filling the kitchen even more crowded, Jiang Yi'an stands by the door and can't get his hands in, see Wen Ke's hot pot, pour the oil, cut the onion and ginger into sections, stir-fry until it smells, and then put the processed Fish pieces, fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, are served on a porcelain plate.

The casserole on the other stove was boiling water, and the fish head was stewed. Wen Ke took advantage of the slow fire to cook the prawns and mixed the sauce.Reheat the oil in the pan, stir-fry the carrots and shredded cabbage, pour in the soaked instant noodles, put on high heat for half a minute, pour vinegar and light soy sauce, sprinkle chopped green onion, drip sesame oil, and then put on a plate.

Jiang Yi'an was fascinated by his stare, and he didn't want to let Wen Ke do the work alone. There were two green peppers and a few eggs in the refrigerator, and just the frying pan of Wen Ke's fried noodles, he said bravely, "I'll make a dish too."

Wen Ke made room for him: "Like green peppers?"

"I'm not picky about food." Jiang Yi'an turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables, and asked, "What about you? There are only these left at home, can scrambled eggs with green peppers be okay?"

Wen Ke nodded: "Yes."

When the night got darker, the house was filled with a rich aroma of rice, and the glass windows were covered with a layer of wet/lunk/lust. When the whole pot of fish soup was brought to the table, Jiang Yian was sitting at the table, waiting for Wen Ke to take a seat, and couldn't wait to pick up A piece of fried fish.

Wen Ke asked, "Is it delicious?"

Jiang Yi'an waved his hand at him, signaling that he couldn't care less about talking, he ate three or four yuan in a row, and picked up half a plate of fried noodles before saying, "It's so delicious."

The messy forehead hair hung down to the eyelashes, Jiang Yi'an swept it away with his hands, sweating profusely.His cheeks were crystal clear, and two balls of carmine fainted under his eyes. He first filled Wen Ke with a bowl of fish soup, and then himself.Seeing the green pepper egg that Ke tasted first with his chopsticks, he asked, "How does it taste?"

Wen Ke ate half of the plate with relish, and made a pertinent comment: "It's delicious."

Jiang Yi'an tilted his head and smiled, knowing how well he cooks, he took two sips of hot soup with a bowl, the taste was rich and delicious, and the taste was not greasy.He lowered his eyes, brushed the diced green onion away with the tip of his chopsticks, and said in his tone of disappointment that he didn't even notice: "You are so good at cooking, you must be very good at making your girlfriend happy."

Wen Ke put down his bamboo chopsticks and said nothing.The silence made the atmosphere awkward for a while, Jiang Yi'an thought his words were offensive and wanted to apologize, but Wen Ke broke the silence: "I just learned from my aunt, I didn't before."

Jiang Yi'an was surprised: "Then why do you suddenly want to learn?"

Wen Ke said: "To make the person I like happy."

Jiang Yi'an sighed from the bottom of his heart, "It's so good", he took the porcelain plate holding the shrimps in his hand, carefully peeled the shells of the shrimps, dipped them in some sauce and put them into Wen Ke's bowl.Thoughts wandered, after a while, Wen Ke sighed: "Jiang Yi'an."

Jiang Yi'an responded in confusion: "Huh?"

Wen Ke tapped his own bowl with his chin: "I can't eat so much."

A plate of shrimps went into Wen Ke's bowl, and Jiang Yi'an licked his lips habitually, which was a small gesture when he was anxious: "I was distracted, I didn't pay attention." He picked up the bowl and plate, "If you can't eat it, use your chopsticks to give it to me." Bar."

Jiang Yi'an was glad that Wen Ke didn't ask him why he was distracted, the word "person he likes" really made him think about it.Wen Ke looks younger than himself, with unforgettable facial features, deep double eyelids, protruding browbones, tall roots, slightly flat lip line. Every corner is tender and tender.

Such a person, Jiang Yi'an can't imagine how good his other half should be.

The phone rang suddenly, Wen Ke put down his chopsticks, took it out and saw that it was Duan Yang.

After getting off work at noon, Duan Yang rode his motorcycle back to the Moli community, plunged into the bedroom, and fell into a deep sleep.When he woke up at 07:30, he was on duty tonight. After a brief wash, he decided to make a petty bourgeoisie and make a cup of Earl Gray tea brought by Wen Ke.Strolling to the window, looking at the bright starry night and drinking it warmly, from the corner of the eye, I casually glanced at Wen Ke's Mercedes-Benz GLC suddenly stuffed in the middle of a row of parking spaces in front of the building.

Duan Yang: "Boss, I saw your car, but where have you been?"

Wen Ke chewed on the shrimp, and said calmly, "I'm doing something nearby."

Duan Yang breathed out: "Oh, then are you back? I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you."

Wen Ke said ruthlessly, "I won't go back."

Angrily hung up the phone, Duan Yang cursed "cold-blooded" at the screen, and suddenly a new message popped up on WeChat, which was a New Year's greeting red envelope from Wen Ke, 888.88 yuan, with a postscript: You have worked hard on duty.

The corners of his mouth were depressed and turned upwards, Duan Yang happily saved the red envelope money, next time he went to drink with his boss at Global, he couldn't ask him to pay for it.

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