Cheng Yan cooks for Valentine's Day dinner by himself. The kitchen is open, and Xia Shaoqian sat at the dining table to observe.
Cheng Yan made mixed fried rice. After the rice cooker cooks the rice, put a layer of oil in the pan, add shrimps, onions, peas, and corn kernels for a while, and when the aroma is overflowing, add the rice and stir fry. Xia Shaoqian saw that he was skillful in his movements, and even made two flips with the handle of the pan, he couldn't help being surprised: "I didn't expect you to be able to cook."
Soup was simmering in another pot. Cheng Yan scooped some up with a spoon, tasted the saltiness, and smiled: "I've played a chef before."
Seeing Xia Shaoqian's "so?" look, Cheng Yan went on to explain: "Make something simple, and the shelf can still be pulled out. At that time, in order to look like it, I asked a real master for advice, and my mother also guided it twice. "
Xia Shaoqian asked: "What else have you acted in?"
Cheng Yan replied while loading the plate: "Let me think about it... A film policeman, in ancient times, there was a policeman, who didn't have any special skills, just knew how to run; he who collected antiques, so he knew a little lingo; They're all background characters anyway..."
After serving the fried rice and soup on the table, he changed the subject: "It may be too wet if it is fried with freshly cooked rice."
Xia Shaoqian took a sip.
Cheng Yan quickly asked: "How is it?"
"It's really wet and sticky." Xia Shaoqian said.
Cheng Yan was embarrassed, only the underwhelming words "hehe" could describe his feeling at this moment.
Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Xia Shaoqian asked, "Didn't you say that yourself?"
"I only said wet, not sticky."
Xia Shaoqian took another sip: "It's all wet, won't it still be sticky? But I like the taste." Cheng Yan suspected that this was a pun, but Xia Shaoqian looked serious, more like telling a bad joke. He silently sat across from Xia Shaoqian and picked up his chopsticks.
"Isn't it funny?" Xia Shaoqian asked suddenly.
"Ah..." Cheng Yan woke up instantly from the daze caused by the cold joke, "It's very funny. What Mr. Xia meant was that, when he was doing it..." He was having trouble describing it in words, so he made a gesture with his left hand.
Xia Shaoqian looked at him frustratedly: "Failure."
Cheng Yan quickly comforted him: "I really understand!" It's not funny if it needs to be explained as a joke.
"I mean the flirting failed." Xia Shaoqian said seriously.
Cheng Yan suddenly turned his face to the side and laughed fiercely. He couldn't tell Xia Shaoqian that the more frustrating thing to explain than a joke is to say "I'm flirting" when flirting.
After eating, Cheng Yan washed the dishes. Xia Shaoqian opened a bottle of red wine to sober up. Afterwards, the two sat together in front of the glass wall, admiring the night view.
"Do you know when you are most beautiful?"
Cheng Yan had already guessed the general idea, but he still said, "The sun rises and the sun sets?"
Xia Shaoqian hummed: "Sunset glow reflected on Gao Huan is indeed beautiful. But it is not the most beautiful time, the most beautiful is the thunderstorm in summer night. Looking down, it is pitch black, and the rain drowns everything, only the giant Gao Huan can see through it." Light came out. Then streaks of white light streaked down in the sky..."
He took a sip of the wine, and his usually quiet voice revealed a trace of excitement: "You can even see several lightning bolts striking down at the same time, hitting several buildings, connecting with lightning rods, shaking and shining... smashing all the darkness into pieces."
Cheng Yan smiled: "A tyrant's hobby."
Xia Shaoqian looked at him, his eyes were not unhappy: "Tyrant?"
"Nero set fire to the city of Rome just to see the fire. If thunderstorms could be artificially created, Mr. Xia would certainly not mind scaring many children to tears." Cheng Yan smiled jokingly.
Xia Shaoqian didn't speak, he didn't know if he was seriously evaluating the possibility of becoming a tyrant, or he was considering making artificial mines. Cheng Yan was not in a daze when he was thinking.
He was thinking about what kind of person Xia Shaoqian was.
At first Xia Shaoqian was serious and silent in his heart. But in the past year, this impression has long since disappeared without a trace.
But it may be wrong to slowly understand and explore like this...
When Cheng Yan came out of the shower, Xia Shaoqian was sitting on the bed watching TV.
Hearing the familiar voice, Cheng Yan had an ominous feeling—Xia Shaoqian was really looking at Daisy and Silver Fir.
Cheng Yan is embarrassed, even more embarrassed than when he was watching this show with his parents, but he can grab the remote control when he is with his parents. Besides, what Xia Shaoqian watched was not what was broadcast on the TV station, but an edited version—all his scenes, cut to pieces.
He could only adopt a roundabout strategy, sticking to Xia Shaoqian's side, pressing his left leg between Xia Shaoqian's legs, and slowly rubbing his toes up his calf: "It's getting late..."
Xia Shaoqian still didn't intend to take off his glasses, he looked at Cheng Yan on the screen seriously: "Look at it for a while." But he also wrapped his arms around Cheng Yan's waist, kneading it gently.
Cheng Yan sighed comfortably: "There is nothing interesting about this drama..."
"You look great inside." Xia Shaoqian said immediately, still staring at the screen intently.
Cheng Yan was startled, and followed his gaze to look at the TV. The sports meeting was being staged inside, he was wearing a white sportswear, running on the track, the wind was riding the soft sunset, blowing his hair, and sweat slid down his forehead. It looks so real.
Xia Shaoqian asked in admiration, "Are you so pure in high school?"
Cheng Yan suddenly felt his toes twitching, he stopped talking, reached out to take off Xia Shaoqian's glasses, and rushed forward to kiss him. Xia Shaoqian didn't insist anymore, and turned off the TV, leaving only a bedside lamp.
Cheng Yan faced Xia Shaoqian's entry on his back, his legs became tighter and tighter, his waist and voice no longer belonged to him...
"Quick... hurry up..."
The hard collision became more and more intense, the blood in the depths of his eardrum was roaring, white lights flashed in front of his eyes, it was the thunderstorm that Xia Shaoqian had described to him, he was so satisfied that he almost cried.
In the end, Cheng Yan didn't scan the irises, but just took the key symbolically. He explained to Xia Shaoqian that if Xia Shaoqian didn't come here, there was no need for him to come up. Besides the nature of the job, he won't be too free in the future.
When the elevator was going down, Cheng Yan's heart also slowly sank back to its original place. He needs to always remember who he is.