Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

The alarm clock sounded muffled, Yu Yanchuan closed his eyes and searched for a long time on the bed, during which time he touched Tan Xu's arms and waist, and finally found the vibrating cell phone in a corner.

He pressed the alarm clock, kicked the quilt, and said vaguely and tiredly in his voice, "Get up."

Tan Xu slowly bent his legs, and it took at least 3 minutes before he said in a hoarse voice: "You may tell me to turn off the air conditioner in the early morning at a fixed time. My throat is about to crack."

Yu Yanchuan ignored him, and reached out on the carpet to find the remote control of the air conditioner that fell down at some point.

Tarot cards were scattered all over the floor. Tan Xu dug out his shirt from the mess and put it on. The crumpled tie failed to return to its original shape after being stroked several times.

He hung the tie casually around his neck, picked up Yu Yanchuan's T-shirt from the carpet that seemed to have been turned over by a thief, and threw it back on the bed.

"I'm going to school." He turned off the air conditioner.

Yu Yanchuan tilted his body and tied his hair with the hair tie left on the bedside table. A few shorter strands fell down and were scratched behind his ears by him.

"You haven't eaten breakfast?" He glanced at the screen of his mobile phone. It was already 07:30. Although there is only an intersection between this rental house and Ancheng University, it takes 10 minutes to ride a shared bicycle. .

"Don't eat." Tan Xu pushed open the door, the impatience on his face was about to swell to the outside of the community.

Yu Yanchuan ignored his agitation for getting up, lay back down again, and said lazily: "I put waffles in the cabinet in the living room, you take a few packs away."

The sound of slippers moved from the bathroom to the living room, and there was another sound of opening a plastic bag. Tan Xu said, "I took them all."

"A pack of two yuan and five." Yu Yanchuan's freshly tied hair spread out on the pillow again, and a lock on his forehead caught his eyes, and he turned over with a frown.

Tan Xu paused and said, "I weighed a bag in bulk at the supermarket for only two yuan."

Yu Yanchuan hugged the pillow and said casually, "Israeli butter waffle, do you fucking eat it or not?"

In the living room, there was another crackling sound of plastic bags mixed with the sound of zippers, and then Tan Xu closed the door with a bang.

Against the background of the string of symphonies just now, the room was extraordinarily quiet at this moment.

Yu Yanchuan lay down with his eyes closed for a while before getting up, and walked around the carpet with his bare feet before finding the slippers.

He accidentally knocked over the deck of tarot cards on the ground yesterday, but now he really doesn't have the energy to bend down to pick them up one by one.

One of them even floated to the porch outside the door. He looked down and saw that the wheel of fortune was reversed.

Yu Yanchuan went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and found that Tan Xu still remembered to take out the garbage before leaving. This is a leap forward compared to the domestic waste half a year ago.

Yu Yanchuan propped his hands on the cooking table, and his head was still aching.

He drank some wine yesterday, but he was not drunk, but his eyelids were fighting when he got home, and he was woken up by Tan Xu when he was lying on the sofa half asleep and half awake.

He couldn't recall the subsequent plot, but the cognition of resurgent relationship with his former friends with sex was clearly imprinted in his mind.

The resurgence of the ashes - this is something that he has determined will inevitably happen in the near future after he knows that his roommate is Tan Xu.

After all, he has no energy and is too lazy to meet new people. There are not many honest people who can hold the medical examination report and ID card when they meet for the first time like him.

I just didn't expect it to burn so fast.

Men should love themselves.Yu Yanchuan silently recited the famous quote that his good brother repeated ten thousand times in his ear every day.

He took the toothbrush from the shelf in the bathroom, saw another cup next to his mouthwash cup, and felt a headache again in a trance.

He inevitably recalled the scene from the day before yesterday.

It was the first time he and Tan Xu met again after half a year, and the scene was a bit too dramatic.

The day before yesterday - the customer who ordered flowers was waiting at the east gate of the complex. He had just packed the flowers at home and was hurrying downstairs when he suddenly received a call from the landlord.

Yu Yanchuan's feet were unsteady, and the large bouquet in his arms that was higher than his head was dropped, and he flew straight down the stairs.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and finally a line of words slowly emerged: Fortunately, it was not the mobile phone that flew down.

The phone was still tightly held in his right hand, and the landlady's angry voice came from the receiver: "Xiao Yu, we'll be there soon!"

The source of this voice was on the first floor, mixed with the sound of unhurried footsteps, echoes echoed in the stairwell.

A figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the stairs, and a bouquet of flowers fell down on his head and face. The person subconsciously raised his hand to hug the falling bouquet, and was knocked back several steps.

Yu Yanchuan cursed secretly and was about to go down to apologize when he saw an extremely familiar face appearing in a sunflower flower.

The landlord followed closely behind, looking at the two people looking at each other across a flight of stairs: "This is..."

Yu Yanchuan was speechless for a moment, and his knuckles that were tightly gripping the phone turned white.

"Are you going out?" The landlord squeezed past Tan Xu and the large bunch of sunflowers, and greeted him with a smile, "This is a shared house for viewing, Mr. Tan, I mentioned it to you two days ago .”

Yu Yanchuan's eyelids twitched, he was embarrassed to say that he had completely forgotten about it.

He remembered the messy living room he had just tossed about.

The landlord walked upstairs on his own: "Come on, it's on the second floor. Our building is in a very good location. It's not next to the road outside. You can't hear the passing cars at night."

Holding the big bouquet of flowers, Tan Xu walked towards him step by step.

This picture is really absurd and funny, Yu Yanchuan has already thought up non-mainstream quotations, I am so embarrassed when I meet you again, the end of the flower in your arms is not me.

The landlord opened the door with the lock and muttered, "The security of the community is very good. Mr. Tan, don't look at the dilapidated buildings that you just passed by. There is a courtyard in the east that is unsupervised and does not belong to our side."

After the voice was spoken, the stairwell was quiet, and there were still a few petals scattered from the bouquet lying on the ground.

Yu Yanchuan took the opportunity to look at Tan Xu for a while.

Tan Xu was wearing the white shirt that he could pick out with his eyes closed, and the loose decorative tie that he could have picked out with his eyes closed. He still looked like a dog-like excellent college student.

But he could feel that Tan Xu's speechlessness was even worse than his.

Tan Xu handed the bouquet of flowers to him expressionlessly.

The end of the flower in your arms is still me.Yu Yanchuan's back was sweating a little, took the flowers, and replied politely: "Sorry."

Tan Xu glanced at him imposingly, opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

It's really inappropriate to say anything in this situation. After all, it's such a coincidence that the co-renter meets the ex-friend with benefits.

Tan Xu accidentally touched his fingers while handing flowers, and Tan Xu turned his head to look at him. He casually tied the hair that hadn't been cut in a long time, and the hairstyle continued the usual arrogant style.

The moment the landlord opened the door and saw the situation inside the house, the dignified atmosphere became worse.

"I'm sorry." Yu Yanchuan walked in first, found a foothold in the messy living room, squatted down and packed each piece, "I have a customer who is in a hurry, and I plan to clean it up when I come back."

"You... are in a hurry, so why don't you go first?" The landlord stood at the door, turning his head and glanced at Tan Xu as if unintentionally, probably because he was afraid that he would be dissatisfied with the mess.

Yu Yanchuan swept aside the cut flower branches on the ground: "It's okay, the bouquet has to be redone, I'll let them get it directly from the store."

He swept out an open space, looked past the landlord and landed on Tan Xu's face: "Enter?"

"Come in!" The landlord hurried in, "This side faces the sun, and the sun is pretty good during the day, so let's take a look at the bedroom first?"

Tan Xu followed behind him, looking down at the pruning shears on the ground.

A tender yellow petal fell on his shoulder, Yu Yanchuan couldn't hold back when he passed by, and raised his hand to pick it off.

The fingertips didn't even touch the clothes, but Tan Xu still paused.

Leaning on a broom, Yu Yanchuan calmly showed the sunflower petal in front of his eyes for two seconds, threw it into the dustpan, and turned to clean the ground.

Tan Xu stared at his back, the fragmented bouquet of sunflowers was still on the coffee table.

He casually fiddled with the leaf spikes lining the flowers twice, and said to Yu Yanchuan, "What about the flowers?"

"Let's raise it yourself." Yu Yanchuan was still standing in the kitchen, holding his mobile phone to send a message.

He pressed the voice button: "Within 10 minutes, the package will be delivered to the east gate of the sea view apartment, put it in the co-driver and not put it in the trunk, and I will send you a red envelope subsidy later."

His flower shop opened in the school, and it was the only flower shop on the commercial street in the school, directly monopolizing the confession industry of the whole school.

This also made them meet each other on the commercial street when they had nothing to do.

After all, Tan Xu was also an outstanding college student with an elite reputation. He sensibly did not turn his head away when he saw the co-renting with him. After visiting the house under the landlord's explanation, he signed the contract directly.

Before leaving, the landlord said: "I will push Mr. Tan's business card to you, you can add a friend."

Yu Yanchuan just wanted to say no, but in the next second he received a WeChat message from the landlord. He clicked on his business card and found that the note he had given Tan Xu was still on "Junior juniors are busy and only make appointments on weekends".

——Two days have passed since the reunion that day, and he hasn't had time to change it, and he probably still is now.

He withdrew from his memories, spit out toothpaste foam, took out his phone and changed the note to his name.

Just after the modification, a voice call popped up, and Yu Yanchuan even froze for a moment, confirming that it wasn't the call made by his hand.

He pressed the answer button, and there was Tan Xu's friendly voice mixed with "I know it's you and us, so we don't have to pretend": "You remember to come to school today, the yard ordered a lot of flowers at once, you have to Come oversee."

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Yu Yanchuan stroked the hair that fell to his forehead, and said in a very unhappy tone, "I'm going to go shopping in a while."

The other side was silent for a while, and then said: "It's okay, there's no rush, just before three o'clock in the afternoon."

Yu Yanchuan rinsed his mouth, and said without interest: "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

The other side was silent again.

Then Tan Xu gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm: "Brother, I'm using the speakerphone."

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Tan Xu is attacking!