don't you regret

Zhuang Song was startled, "You want to send me there?"

"Yeah." Gu Yan replied, he said that this kind of word has a very light nasal sound, and the ending sound is picked up, which makes people feel very happy and close, "I didn't ask me to send you back that day. Give me a chance this time. "

It took Zhuang Song a moment to realize that what Gu Yan was talking about was the day he rejected him.

Up to now, he has been automatically blocking all the memories of that night, but Gu Yi mentioned it lightly.

After all, in Gu Yi's heart, confession and rejection are both wholesale prices.

Get too much, don't matter.

"... Oh." Zhuang Song was a little distracted.

"Oh, is it okay or not?" Gu Yan asked.

"I'll be early tomorrow." Zhuang Song declined because of this thought, "We'll get to the western suburbs at six o'clock, it's more than 20 kilometers away, so don't bother you."

"We've been together for so long, what's the trouble?" Gu Yan smiled, "Okay, let's make it so. I'll see you downstairs at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning."

Zhuang Song was originally slow-tempered, and he had to be given time to speak clearly. He was the type who would regret not performing well at that time after every dispute with someone, let alone in front of Gu Die.

Gu Yi said such a long paragraph, he had no room to fight back, and Gu Yan knew Zhuang Song well enough, after this paragraph, he said "bye" with a smile, and hung up the phone directly.

There is absolutely no denying it.

Later, he sent a WeChat message, saying that if you feel sorry for me, Ah Song, you can make me breakfast.

Because of this sentence, Zhuang Song got up at three o'clock in the morning the next day.

He got up earlier than the cat, and when passing by the cat's nest, the little tabby was shocked.It was raining outside as Gu Yan said, and the sound of the rain was knocking on the window, and there was a deep night outside the window.

Before going to bed, Zhuang Song ordered ingredients for takeaway, and now it is starting to defrost, planning to cook porridge for Gu Yi and then make a sandwich.When I turned on the phone to check the timer, I saw the scorching sun posting a circle of friends kneeling and complaining, and Zhuang Song liked it.

The private chat popped up immediately.

-Scorching sun: still not asleep?

- Zhuang Song: Wake up, making breakfast.

- Burning sun: ? ? ?

Zhuang Song sent a voice message to Burning Sun to explain the situation.

Lie Yang returned a voice message, and when he opened it, he could feel the expression on the subway old man's cell phone: "He will pick you up at [-]:[-], why don't you just buy some bread before you go to bed? As for getting up at three o'clock to give him Cook?"

Big brother's voice is not enough to ask, so he continued: "He is flirting with you, and you are so sincere to him? Why? It's not so good, right?"

Zhuang Song replied without any confidence: He gave me medicine.

Then I dare not face the scorching sun again.

The weather always brings back memories of being in similar weather.

When I graduated from high school and went on a trip, more than a dozen people in my class went to the beach and rented a homestay. It was also raining like this.

It started to play in the evening, and it was said that it would last a whole day. Everyone wanted to go to the beach to have a barbecue, but it was a pity that it fell through.

Zhuang Song also got up early to cook in the kitchen like today.

Zhuang Song's parents were at odds since he was a child, and he lived at his grandmother's house, and his grandmother's legs and feet were not good. Naturally, he had already practiced kitchen skills.The materials for the beach picnic bought the night before were all stored in the refrigerator. Zhuang Song picked some out of them, boiled the porridge first, put the beef under running water to defrost, rolled it in after a while, changed the sausage to a knife and simply fried it, and then Make a few sandwiches and chow mein, plus iced cola and juice, enough to feed a dozen high school students.

Gu Yan opened the door and came in when Zhuang Song started cutting the beef.He had obviously just woken up, and his pajamas were buttoned up irregularly, exposing the entire section of his thin and embarrassingly white collarbone, which reminded people that he was not very honest when he slept.

So far, Zhuang Song still remembers clearly that the kitchen has floor-to-ceiling windows, and he can see the thick night by the sea and the bean-sized raindrops falling on the window glass.It must be cold outside, but the overhead lights are bright and warm white, like two ends of the same world.

Gu Yan was standing in this warm color, his jet-black forehead lazily stuck to his face, and he was so sleepy that he even slipped on two slippers on his left foot, but his eyes were shining brightly under the light.

"Why did you wake up so early in the morning?"

The voice just woke up was a little lower than usual, as if complaining.

They lived in the same room, and Zhuang Song ran away early in the morning, of course it was easy to find out.

"Make breakfast for everyone." Zhuang Song replied with a smile.

Only then did Gu Di lean over to the side of the pot and carefully study the porridge in the pot. After looking at it for a while, he said slowly, "It seems to be pretty good."

"What do you think?" Zhuang Song smiled.

"Why do you cook for them?" Gu Yan walked around Zhuang Song repeatedly.

Zhuang Song was made stiff by the sound of this man's footsteps and strong sense of presence, and he didn't dare to look up at Gu Yan, "Anyway, I'm free."

"I'll help you." Gu Yi glanced at the thawing beef in the pool next to him, "Should I cut this up? Let me do it?"

But anyone who has cooked a little bit should know that for newcomers in the kitchen, cutting meat is hell.

After half a minute, Zhuang Song took Gu Yan by the shoulder and dragged him back: "You'd better go back to sleep, I'm afraid you'll cut off your finger."

"I don't." Gu Yan said as he turned back and went out, bringing in a stool, "You ran once when you got up in the morning, I can't let you run again, I'll just watch you do it here."

Zhuang Song: "..."

Zhuang Song was powerless to refute.

He had no choice but to continue cooking, focusing his attention on the pot, but after all, there was someone he liked sitting behind him, and he would sprinkle too much salt with a shake of his hand.He let out an annoyed "ah".

"What's wrong?" Gu Yan asked.

Zhuang Song turned around in surprise. He thought that Gu Yi had fallen asleep after being silent for a long time, but he was still awake and looking at him.

"Mistake." Zhuang Song said, "Too much salt is added to the fried egg."

"Then what should we do?" Gu Yan asked.

"I'll eat it." Zhuang Song said, "We can't waste food."

"No, the chef can't steal it." Gu Yan came over and took a pair of chopsticks from the plastic cabinet next to him.

With a very typical posture of a newcomer in the kitchen, he carefully picked up the fried egg from the pan with his wrist hanging, let it dry for a while, and then ate the fried egg in big mouthfuls.

Zhuang Song was slightly stunned and opened his eyes wide: "Is it really not salty?"

"No." Gu Yan said, "Very good, you continue."

Zhuang Song couldn't speak, and quickly turned his head to cook again. Although Gu Yan spoke nicely, he could clearly feel that he was a little sober from the salt in the second half of the cooking. Such a subtle expression on the pretty face is very cute, Zhuang Song has to work hard to keep himself from staring at him all the time.

After a while, the aroma of rice began to permeate the air. The darker the sky outside and the heavier the rain, the warmer the feeling. Zhuang Song put the sliced ​​beef into the pan and rolled it for more than ten seconds. The raw rolled beef porridge, handed it to Gu Yan, "Taste it."

Gu Di took it, held the bowl, looked at Zhuang Song, "I made a big discovery today."

"Huh?" Zhuang Song had long been used to Gu Di's tone of talking about trivial matters, so he didn't take it seriously.

Gu Yan touched the bowl with a spoon in dissatisfaction, "Be serious."

Then Zhuang Song looked away from the pot and looked at him.

In the rainy dawn, it was pitch black outside the window, and the street lights were orange fireflies inlaid under the thick black sky. The world seemed so small that there were only the two of them left.

Gu Yan looked at Zhuang Song, slightly bent the end of his eyes, and said seriously, "Your eyes are beautiful."