After the first day of school sports, Lin Zimao did not feel tired, but rather a little excited.
He did not choose to have dinner with his classmates at school, but went directly there, and bought a mousse cake when passing by the cake shop.
"I bought the cake, where should I put it?"
Thinking of Jiang Xuan giving him his coat in the afternoon, Lin Zimao could no longer remember the original idea when Jiang Xuan asked him to buy a cake. Perhaps he was just not very confident.
The house was already filled with the rich smell of curry. Lin Zimao put the cake into the refrigerator first. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Xuan standing at the counter, carefully mixing the curry and chicken together.
Jiang Xuan picked up a small piece of potato and put it in his mouth: "Put it in the refrigerator, then wash up and eat."
Lin Zimao came forward and smelled the curry: "Oh, it smells delicious, give me a taste too."
Lin Zimao was still wearing the coat that Jiang Xuan had given him today.
Jiang Xuan picked up a small potato with the chopsticks he had just used, blew on it, and then fed it into Lin Zimao's open mouth.
Lin Zimao chewed it twice and said, "It's delicious." It wasn't hot at all.
He took a shower, then took off his coat and hung it on the rack in the living room. He wouldn't feel cold even with the coat on, as the room would automatically adjust to a suitable temperature and it wouldn't be cold.
Jiang Xuan began to serve the curry chicken out of the pot, while Lin Zimao obediently followed his instructions and arranged the dish.
The first time he ate curry chicken rice at home, Lin Zimao felt unprecedented satisfaction.
Jiang Xuan always liked to watch Lin Zimao eat. He always ate seriously and casually, unlike him who was taught to sit properly since childhood, and that was allowed and this was not allowed. No matter what he did, it was as if there was a ruler measuring him.
In fact, he was a little envious of Lin Zimao's free and easy attitude. He had many shining points and a lot of casualness that he had never experienced before.
Seeing that he had been holding the spoon for a long time without moving, Lin Zimao asked Cang: "Do you like curry?"
Jiang Xuan raised his lips slightly: "No, I like it."
Lin Zimao suddenly saw Jiang Xuan smiling and almost got lost in his smile. The weight of the spoon in his hand paused slightly and he almost forgot to put the rice into his mouth.
It seemed as if the head was happy to see him smile.
It turned out that Jiang Xuan's smile was so beautiful, just like a traceless glacier that suddenly became full of flowers overnight. There was no ice or cold on the iceberg, only the right spring atmosphere remained, with brilliant mountain flowers and beautiful scenery all over the mountains.
Lin Zimao was stunned for a while before he continued to finish the rest of his dinner, eating until there was nothing left.
At his age, considering the amount of exercise he gets during the day, his appetite is still good.
After Jiang Xuan smiled, Lin Zimao ate obediently, cleaned the table obediently, and then obediently asked Jiang Xuan to take out the cake he bought as a dessert after the meal. He still wanted to eat it even if he was full.
He wanted to imagine Jiang Xuan laughing again.
There aren't too many adjectives to describe it, it's just good.
However, Jiang Xuan's smile was like a flash in the pan. After that, Lin Zimao came again and again and never saw him smile again.
What did I do just now to make Jiang Xuan laugh
If you have questions, you naturally have to ask them. Lin Zimao put down his fork and asked Jiang Xuan, "Did I do anything strange when I was eating just now?"
Jiang Xuan thought for a moment and shook his head: "No."
Lin Zimao said: "Then what were you laughing at just now?"
Jiang Xuan was confused: "Huh?"
Lin Zimao suddenly stood up and leaned forward, pressing two fingers on the corners of Jiang Xuan's mouth and tilting it slightly upwards: "Like this."
The distance between the two people suddenly shortened. Lin Zimao's fingers were still on Jiang Xuan's face.
Jiang Xuan raised his hands and held Lin Zimao's wrists, away from his mouth, and suddenly chuckled and asked him: "What's so good about it?"
Lin Zimao watched the smile on Jiang Xuan's lips grow wider, and was so bewildered that he almost forgot that his hands were held by the other party, and he had no intention of struggling.
The two looked into each other's eyes and saw each other in each other's eyes.
Lin Zimao only then realized how ambiguous this posture was. His face felt slightly hot from being pressed by Jiang Xuan, and he struggled out of his grip: "Can I see this?"
Jiang Xuan elegantly picked up the fork and continued eating the cake, saying, "Yes."
After finishing the cake, Jiang Xuan took the small plate to the dressing table.
Lin Zimao held his chin up to think about things. He finally struggled out of Jiang Xuan's smile, and his lost soul finally returned to its right place.
Later I realized that they had just shared a piece of not-so-small cake together.
What did he say last time
Jiang Xuan should eat cake with the person he likes, so he asked me to buy cake and bring it home today instead of bringing cake to others.
Jiang Xuan did not choose to put the dishes into the dishwasher, but washed them manually, which was a rare move. While washing, he was thinking about Lin Zimao's sudden action of pressing the corner of his mouth. He did not feel offended, as if the other party just wanted to see him smile.
Could it be that Lin Zimao actually likes his face
If this is true, should he laugh or cry
When he smiles, he likes his own face, but when he cries, he only likes his own face
But if you think about it carefully, it's better than him liking someone else. It's also a problem to like the face first and then the person.
To put it another way, they have already established their relationship, and no one can snatch it away now.
He was actually a little glad that the person who got the marriage certificate with him was Lin Zimao. Since the day he moved in, he had actually already lived in his heart, occupied a corner of Jiang Xuan's heart, made a nest there, and lived and worked in peace and contentment.
After Jiang Xuan figured it out, he wiped his head clean, poured two glasses of water, gave one to Lin Zimao and kept one for himself, then sat at the table in front of his exclusive floor-to-ceiling window with the glasses of water.
Lin Zimao was staring at Jiang Xuan in a daze. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xuan disappeared, leaving only a glass of water in front of him.
He walked to the living room to harass the fat cat that was sleeping on the sofa with its legs up in the air. He rubbed its belly several times and buried his face in it. He successfully woke up Fat Pepper and Salt. Pepper and Salt slapped Lin Zimao on the head, then got up and left, leaving Lin Zimao with a proud back.
Lin Zimao had no choice but to collapse on the sofa, using a pillow to replace the soft belly of Pepper Salt.
He didn't want to go upstairs to do other things. He just wanted to stay with Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan turned on his computer. In the upper right corner of the interface was still the cat-head mecha that he and Lin Zimao had discussed the previous day.
Turning around and looking at Lin Zimao who was slumped on the sofa, an idea came to his mind. Perhaps he could change his design concept and abandon the inherent design pattern.
Perhaps because there was someone around, Jiang Xuan's mind was filled with inspiration, and the guy who gave him the inspiration had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
When Lin Zimao woke up, it was already seven in the morning. He knew without thinking how he had ended up in bed.
Was it Jiang Xuan who carried him up here
Why is he so unconscious? He used to be very alert when sleeping, but now he seems to have lost this ability whenever he is with Jiang Xuan.
Perhaps it is a rare peace of mind!
The corners of his mouth curled up wildly, and he quickly got up, washed, and went downstairs.
Breakfast was ready, but Jiang Xuanren was nowhere to be seen, and Lin Zimao couldn't help feeling disappointed.
After the household robot standing by the dining table scanned Lin Zimao's appearance, Lin Zimao heard Jiang Xuan's voice.
"Lin Zimao, remember to eat breakfast on time."
Lin Zimao was stunned, then said to the household robot: "Got it."
At this time, Jiang Xuan, who had already arrived at the school laboratory, received feedback from the home robot that his voice had been heard.
He had never tried to use a household robot to remind people to have breakfast, and it was difficult to do so.
When Lin Zimao finished his breakfast and was about to go out, Jiang Xuan’s voice came from the household robot again.
"Water cup, coat, don't leave them behind."
Lin Zimao went back to fill his cup with water and said to himself, "This should be fine."
When he reached the door, Lin Zimao suddenly came over again and left a message to the robot: "I'm very good, is there a reward?"
Jiang Xuan, who was in the school laboratory, felt restless all over after hearing the message from the home robot. He wanted to see Lin Zimao a little bit to see how well-behaved he was.
Lin Zimao's 5,000-meter race is at 2 p.m., and Jiang Xuan's long jump competition is also at 2 p.m.
Jiang Xuan became even more anxious when he thought of this.
Which idiot arranged the time? If he signs in before 2 o'clock, he will miss Lin Zimao's game.
However, Jiang Xuan soon came up with an idea.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Zimao stood on the track to sign in and warm up, then stopped to look around.
Jiang Xuan probably won’t come to watch his competition, as his long jump competition also starts at two o’clock.
The school's arrangements are still very punctual, so there is no way to delay the time.
When Lin Zimao was adjusting his pedals, the anchor suddenly yelled.
"Just now, just now, Jiang Xuan from the Design Department broke the record in his first jump in the long jump competition!"
Bang!
Lin Zimao was the first to rush out!
He would also get excited when he heard Jiang Xuan's name, as if he had taken stimulants.
Breaking the record? Then he might as well break one.
Since Lin Zimao broke the fastest record of 3,000 meters yesterday, more people came to watch his race today than yesterday!
Lin Zimao was still in the lead, leaving the contestants behind far behind.
In the first lap, Lin Zimao didn’t see Jiang Xuan.
In the third lap, Lin Zimao still didn't arrive.
It was not until the fifth lap that Lin Zimao reached Jiang Xuan, who was standing in the same position as yesterday.
Jiang Xuan took the initiative to extend his hand, and Lin Zimao knew it.
The man and the wind passed away together, but the warmth of their fingertips still remained on Jiang Xuan's fingers.
He put the thing back into his pocket with satisfaction, carefully hiding it so that no one would notice the slightest touch.
Lin Zimao crossed the finish line, and Jiang Xuan was standing at the edge of the finish line, looking at him.
Their eyes met, and they each noticed that the other was looking for them.
Jiang Xuan wanted to walk over and hug Lin Zimao, but there were many people between them.
At the same time, cheers broke out at the scene.
"Lin Zimao, broke the record!"
"Shit, the 5,000-meter record was broken!"
"Lin Zimao broke the record again!"
Jiang Xuan felt regretful that he didn't hug Lin Zimao.
On the big screen in the playground, their names were scrolling down the record column, next to each other, as if it was supposed to be that way.
The students from Mecha Maintenance Class 2 saw Jiang Xuan again, and someone asked Jiang Xuan, "Senior Jiang, Lin Zimao broke the record yesterday. You gave him a coat yesterday. What reward do you plan to give him today?"
Lin Zimao slowly moved closer, he also wanted to know.
Jiang Xuan thought of Lin Zimao's message in the morning, and thought to himself that it was really like someone sending you a pillow just when you feel sleepy.
He asked Lin Zimao very calmly: "Do you want a reward?"
Lin Zimao was as honest as he was in his heart: "Yes."
Jiang Xuan followed him and walked forward. Before anyone could react, he stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Zimao into his arms, put his arm around his waist, and held him firmly.
From the angle that others could see, Jiang Xuan whispered in Lin Zimao's ear: "Is this okay?"
Lin Zimao fell into Jiang Xuan's arms stupidly, his heart pounding. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Jiang Xuan's lips seemed to brush against the tip of his ear.
His ears were burning and his heart was exploding into countless fireworks!
No, no, that’s OK.