When he said the first two sentences, Sun Zinan was quite moved. Hearing his expressionless face at the end, he said coldly, "Professor Tang, you are really promising."
This tone is quite intimidating, but when it is said in the neck, it is very imposing.
Tang Kai said with a low smile: "With your body, you can't run fast, and I don't worry about letting you steal the battery."
Sun Zinan: "Fuck you."
Tang Kai had a woody aftertaste that remained after bathing, warm and dry, and the smell seemed to have become the scent of his skin, giving people a silent sense of security.
Before that, Sun Zinan had never thought about relying on someone, he was usually the one who was depended on. Complicated family relationships and work positions doomed him to take on the life alone, which has long been accustomed to, and even natural.
But the appearance of Tang Kai changed the law of his operation. Sun Zinan has lived for nearly 30 years, and it is the first time he knows what boyfriend power is from him.
Aside from his family background and appearance, Tang Kai's most powerful strength lies in making people willing to continue to walk hand in hand with him, even if he knows that the road ahead is not smooth and smooth.
Sun Zinan was lying on the bed, the big bed was stable and soft, but he had an inexplicable illusion of slowly sinking down.
Probably before he was aware of it, he had already fallen into this place, and there was no way to escape.
"Okay, feel at ease this time?" Tang Kai reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a low and slow voice, "I'm here with you, don't be afraid, just sleep."
Sun Zinan followed his voice and closed his eyes.
He slept ok that night. Although he was not used to sharing the bed with others for the first time, Tang Kai slept well and didn't make much noise. In fact, he didn't bother Sun Zinan very much. Moreover, he obviously slept lightly. Sun Zinan woke up once in the middle of the night, and wanted to turn over in a daze, but as soon as he moved, he was gently pushed back by the person beside the pillow.
He didn't understand it at first, and after thinking for a while in the deep sleepiness, he suddenly realized that this is a common sense: people with a bad heart should lie on the right side when sleeping, so as not to oppress the heart.
In the dim bedroom, it was difficult for him to describe the sleeping outline of the man, and he could only hear the sound of even breathing, like the waves of the sea, hitting his ears layer by layer.
And the night is so gentle.
The next day, Sun Zinan woke up first, and saw that the sleeping position of the two of them had not changed, but the clear boundaries between the two quilts had merged into one. His pajama pants slid up a little, and the exposed bare ankles were close to Tang Kai's calf, and his skin was hot; when he looked up again, he could just see his tall, straight nose bridge and long eyelashes.
Sun Zinan was a little embarrassed, maybe he didn't expect to "cross the line" and quietly put his legs back into the quilt.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Tang Kai woke up right after him, but his mind was not very clear. He reached out his hand subconsciously, wrapped him around his waist and wrapped him back in his arms, and asked sleepily, "Awake?"
Sun Zinan choked on his chest in one breath, and patted his arms across his waist: "Come on, let me get out of bed. You can sleep for a while, it's still early."
Tang Kai looked really sleepy, so he obediently moved his hand away. Sun Zinan lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up. When he cleaned up, he pushed open the door and came out. He saw Tang Kai hugging the quilt with hair on his head, sitting on the bed like a child.
He heard the reputation and asked Sun Zinan, "Morning. How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"
This question is asked in this scene, and it doesn't sound right. Sun Zinan recovered his spirits, and he was a brave man again. Leaning on the door frame, he replied, "Morning, no discomfort. You served me well last night."
Tang Kai: "..."
In the early morning, with a yellow accent, will this person be able to recover
"Thank you," he said deadpan, "you're great too."
After speaking, the two turned their heads and laughed for a long time.
Sun Zinan went over and pinched his face, brushing Tang Kai's sleepy hair away. While urging him to wash up, he thought to himself that after wearing the pink filter for a long time, he really couldn't take it off. He actually thought that Tang Kai's little airbag was quite cute.
The two left Sun's house before eight o'clock. Tang Kai drove him to the hospital for a checkup. Because he didn't know the specific checkup items, he had to skip breakfast and keep an empty stomach. Sun Zinan was afraid of Tang Kai's low blood sugar, so he asked him to buy something to eat on the way to help him eat.
Fortunately, private hospitals have quick results. The electrocardiogram and color Doppler ultrasound showed that it was not a heart problem, and there was no abnormality in the chest X-ray. Finally, the doctor found a possibility from the past medical history when he saw the doctor: Sun Zinan was weak since childhood, suffered from bronchitis and pneumonia, and his lung function was not well developed. , In addition to his small amount of exercise, his cardiopulmonary reserve function is not good, and his emotions are severely stimulated. When he is suddenly excited, he can't breathe.
All in all, there is no serious illness, just congenital insufficiency, lack of exercise the day after tomorrow, plus special circumstances, will have the sudden symptoms yesterday.
This time, Tang Kai's hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach smoothly. Sun Zinan thanked the doctor, and after coming out of the hospital, he simply skipped a half-day shift. In order to soothe Professor Tang's frightened little heart, he waved his hand and took him to have morning tea.
In the afternoon, Sun Zinan went back to the company, Tang Kai went back to school, and took the time to call his dad to report the rollover accident last night. Tang Zhenhua is an old river and lake. This is not the first time he has seen this kind of thing. He said with confidence that he would handle it, and he also cared about his "daughter-in-law" by the way.
After listening to Tang Kai's objective and scientific description without exaggeration, he tutted his tongue and sighed: "Xiao Sun is a good boy, he can understand it clearly. It's not a big deal for you to enlighten others, let him not take it to heart."
He added: "Remember to go to the hospital for a checkup. The episodes of calling your name and vomiting blood are not even in TV dramas. I suspect that you have burned your brain. Early detection and early treatment should be avoided."
Tang Kai: "..."
The doctoral student who came to the office to hand in the report felt a murderous aura rising into the sky through the door, so frightened, he quickly crossed his chest, clenched the Buddha beads in his hand, and silently prayed that the two lines of data he compiled would not be used by the boss. Find.
After get off work in the evening, Tang Kai rejected Sun Zinan's offer to pick him up and drove back by himself. Sun Zinan arrived home earlier than him, and he was cooking in the kitchen when Tang Kai entered.
"Didn't I tell you to rest? You put it down, I'll come." Tang Kai left his computer bag and was about to enter the kitchen, Sun Zinan turned around and pointed at him with a spatula: "It's just cooking, it won't kill me. Go out and wash your hands. Go to the kitchen?"
Professor Tang, like a disgusted little daughter-in-law, washed her hands aggrievedly.
Sun Zinan poured the fried shiitake mushrooms and shrimps in the pot on the green vegetables that had been blanched in water. The sweet and sour steak in the pot next to it just collected the juice and put it on another plate. The two dishes are complete. He was too lazy to make soup tonight, so he steamed two extra cups of egg custard.
When cooking in summer, the first choice is sweet and sour appetizers, refreshing and not oily. Anyway, there is no bad dish in Tang Kai's mouth, so Sun Zinan had to evaluate himself and felt quite satisfied. He picked up a green vegetable on the side and put it into Tang Kai's bowl: "Do you know what this is?"
"Rape?" Tang Kai observed carefully, and felt that it was not the same as usual rape, with thick petioles and swollen roots, like a small round hammer, "A variant of rapeseed?"
Sun Zinan said, "I'm from your own family. This is called Xiaotangcai."
Tang Kai mistakenly thought that what he said was "sugar", and he didn't believe it: "Why is it called candi, it's not sweet."
Sun Zinan: "Pfft hahaha..."
Tang Kai was confused: "Huh? What are you laughing at?"
"Yes, it's not sweet," Sun Zinan laughed until the tips of his chopsticks were shaking, "You are the sweetest."
In his laughter, Tang Kai blushed suspiciously.
"Be serious," he said solemnly. "Don't get carried away just because I got it. Come on, eat well."
Sun Zinan almost choked with laughter.
After dinner, Tang Kai took the initiative to put the tableware and chopsticks into the dishwasher, while Sun Zinan was in the kitchen chopping vegetables and stuffing. Tang Kai came over curiously like a baby: "What are you going to do?"
Sun Zinan: "Steam two baskets of small steamed buns to change the flavor. Wouldn't you get tired of eating toast and omelette every morning?"
Tang Kai's admiration for Sun Zinan suddenly rose to a whole new level: "You still steam buns?"
Sun Zinan bragged that he didn't make a draft, so he opened his mouth and said, "To tell you the truth, I am proficient in all professions, including the red case and the white case, the eight major cuisines, Chinese and Western food, and bread and desserts."
Tang Kai was convinced and applauded him: "It's amazing!"
"Cough," Sun Zinan didn't expect this silly kid to take it seriously, and quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of you have been abroad for a long time, why didn't you learn to cook by yourself?"
"I tried," Tang Kai said honestly, "but they thought I was building a small nuclear reactor and wouldn't allow me to enter the kitchen."
"… Fine."
Sun Zinan was deeply impressed by the scientific research talent Professor Tang.
In fact, he had a vague feeling before that Tang Kai might have eaten too much in the cafeteria, and often put forward unusual opinions on the combination of dishes. Japanese tofu stewed chicken is considered mild, and he sometimes even asks if sweet potatoes can be fried with green bamboo shoots, or stewed pumpkin with kelp.
"What about you?" Tang Kai asked, "You also learned to cook abroad?"
Sun Zinan: "Well."
"why?"
"what?"
Tang Kai thought for a while, and said politely: "I always thought that you don't need to be distracted by such daily trivial matters."
A wealthy young master like Sun Zinan, who has been served since he was a child, has no chefs he wants, and he is not a particularly hungry person. Can he go to the kitchen himself
Sun Zinan understood what he meant, and didn't feel offended, but the recollection of the past made him sigh: "I didn't learn it on purpose... I probably had nothing to do at that time."
He was sent abroad by Sun Ying before he turned 18. He had no relatives in a foreign country and was unfamiliar with his life. When he entered the adult stage, his peers around him were chasing the ideal of life and moving forward. I know how to stand, and I don't know where I'm going in the future.
Sun Zinan sometimes feels that he is a puppet whose actions are dictated by others. He is not even qualified to resist, let alone control his own life.
In the confusion and anxiety that surrounded him, he had nowhere to solve it, and forced himself out of depression. Fortunately, Sun Zinan still has common sense and is more alert. He found that he often had thoughts of suicide, and immediately went to see a psychiatrist. Drug treatment and emotional counseling were combined, and it took him about two years of torment before he slowly found an outlet for self-liberation.
Cooking is a hobby he developed to relieve anxiety when he was troubled. The world is unpredictable, and he can't help himself, but the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, fire temperature, these are at least things he can control.
When he gradually mastered the skills and stopped cooking, he slowly regained the sense of control over his life, and finally was able to understand, accept, and calmly face this world that he could never fully control.