After the dumpling feeding incident was successful, Duan Min and You Xu reached a delicate balance.
Duan Min opened his door on time at seven o'clock every night, and took the initiative to take the dishes brought by You Xu. The next day when You Xu opened the door, he would see empty dishes on the high stools in the corridor.
He's also a big guy who knows the action of discs.
You Xu still opens the doors and windows when cooking. The sense of smell can evoke people's taste buds. As long as Duan Min opens the doors and windows a little, you can smell the aroma of food.
One day at noon, You Xu brought out a plate of fried rice with eggs from the kitchen, and saw Duan Min leaning lazily on her sofa.
Looking a little tired.
You Xu was a little surprised to see him appear at this time. From the first time she saw him, she found that he had red lips and white skin. If he added two fangs, he would be more like a vampire in medieval Europe.
She subconsciously regarded Duan Min as a nocturnal species. Of course, the boss did not have the concept of health preservation. He slept very late and woke up at noon.
Duan Min heard the movement and asked, "What to eat?" His voice was hoarse when he woke up.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were open, and the warm and bright sunlight poured in at noon, making his skin appear whiter and thinner. He drooped his eyelids, and the fine eyelashes covered it, leaving a small shadow on the bottom of his eyes.
You Xu put the plate in his hand on the table, "Egg fried rice, do you want to eat it?"
"Yeah." He responded, then removed the pillow, bent his legs, and stood up lazily.
You Xu went to the kitchen and brought out a large bowl of winter melon soup, and added a pair of tableware for him.
She didn't expect Duan Min to come over to eat at noon today, so she made it relatively simple and didn't eat much.
Duan Min sat down and ate quietly.
You Xu took a few glances, saw that his expression was relaxed, he looked quite satisfied, and he ate as well.
She didn't have the habit of talking while eating, and Duan Min didn't have the habit of speaking directly, so although it was the first time to eat at the same table, the atmosphere was unusually harmonious.
Duan Min finished eating first, put down the dishes, and did not go back to his house immediately, but went back to Yu Xu's sofa and lay down directly, half-squinting his eyes, as if planning to make up for sleep.
As the leader of health preservation in the 21st century, You Xu really wanted to speak. Don't lie down and feed when you're full, it's not good for your stomach.
You Xu will be sleepy after eating and drinking enough. He doesn't want to talk or move. It seems that all his energy is used for digestion.
Usually, she would go to sit on the sofa for a while when she was full, brewing sleepiness, but now the dove occupies the magpie's nest, and her sofa nest is occupied by Duan Min's long legs.
You Xu walked over and saw Duan Min lay down on the two-meter-long beanbag without leaving a single crack for her. She decided to use body language and bumped his calf with her knee to signal him to get out.
But the boss didn't move, he didn't even lift his eyelids to look at her, so he wasn't afraid that she would sit down and crush his kneecap.
You Xu hit his knee with her knee again, and found that he seemed to have fallen asleep. She gave him a dissatisfied look, and then went to sit on the chair. Before she turned around, she heard a chuckle, mixed with breath. Shallow laughter.
Duan Min opened his eyes, sat up with his hands propped up, his long legs bent, his back against the sofa, his shoulders trembled slightly, his chest heaved, and he couldn't stop laughing.
You Xu looked at him for no apparent reason, thinking that his knee had poked the switch of his laughter.
She smiled so expressionlessly.
I really can't get the point of his laughter.
But he does look good when he smiles, his eyebrows are stretched out, his long and narrow eyes are bent, and his cold temperament softens several degrees, like the warm sun shining on a glacier.
Duan Min gave way and You Xu ascended the throne. She sat cross-legged and breathed against the sofa.
Duan Min glanced at her, then glanced at the dining table, then slowly got up to clean up, and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
You Xu raised his eyebrows in novelty, followed after him, clinging to the kitchen door to sneak in, Duan Min put the tableware and chopsticks into the sink, his profile was neat and smooth, his eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his expression was sloppy and focused.
His hair was not pure black, and the light falling on the top of his hair would lighten his hair to a light brown.
It seemed that this was the first time washing dishes. Duan Min moved clumsily and slowly on his hands. He squeezed the detergent and paused before picking up the dishcloth. The dishes in his hands were slippery like a bar of soap. out, and before he was about to fall to the ground, he could quickly retrieve it.
After washing it for a while, he accidentally knocked a corner of some dishes.
He stared at the small gap in dissatisfaction, frowning slightly, and You Xu wanted to laugh.
He was a living person, and the scene in front of her told her that again.
The system found her mental activity, and couldn't help but reminded: "Host, thinking too much will only affect your completion of the task. You only need to know that you must complete the task."
"What's the benefit of completing the task?" asked You Xu.
The system said: "Of course it's resurrected, don't you want to return to your original world?"
Of course, the original world had her parents, her sister, friends and colleagues, and a familiar environment, but taking these as rewards and letting her complete tasks in this world is like clearing a game
You Xu lowered his eyes and walked to the living room without responding to the system.
When Duan Min finished washing the dishes, when he picked it up and wanted to put it in the cupboard, he paused. If it was him before, he would have thought that washing the dishes was meaningless, but now he is a little confused as to what is meaningful. thing
He lowered his eyes, the surface of the bowl as smooth as a mirror printed his vague face.
Where is it different, and since when has it been different
Duan Min walked out of the kitchen, glanced around without seeing You Xu, and walked around the table in the center of the living room, only to see her lying asleep on the sofa behind.
She was still wearing a white cotton nightdress, the skirt was rubbed up a bit, even covering the roots of her thighs, her fair and slender legs were folded, and her toes were white and round.
Her hair was parted on the beige sofa, her lips were slightly bent, and her expression was like that of a well-fed lazy cat.
A warm breeze blew from the balcony, bringing a light scent of jasmine.
His vision was frozen.
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You Xu woke up in a daze, slowly sat up and exhaled, his eyes were stained with a thin layer of water vapor, he noticed the blanket covering him, looked sideways, and unexpectedly saw Duan Min. 's back.
He hadn't left, but was leaning against the window, looking at the window sill.
In the evening, the clouds on the horizon were smudged into a large orange-red color, and the light fell on him, making him filter-like, with a layer of warm halo.
You Xu walked over barefoot and found that he was looking at the jasmine flowers on the windowsill.
When she first came here, she saw that the window sill was very big, so she had the idea of growing flowers. She bought colorful pots of various sizes and came back to grow them. In the end, only the small and inconspicuous jasmine flowers were planted. In this case, she simply planted them all. This small white flower.
Duan Min looked sideways and saw that her hair was a little messy when she just woke up, and subconsciously raised her hand to help her straighten it out.
You Xu ignored his actions, looked down at the jasmine flowers, picked a pot and handed it to him. This was the first pot she raised.
Duan Min raised his eyebrows: "For me?"
You Xu nodded, she didn't expect a pot of flowers to cultivate the sentiment of the boss, but things with life can always make people a little angry. She still remembered that the first time she saw Duan Min, his eyes were empty and dead.
"Why?" he asked.
You Xu: Seeing you take it so seriously, I thought you liked it.
She smiled and said, "The flower language of jasmine is pure friendship. I thought you liked it, so I would like to express friendship by the way. If you don't like it, forget it."
Duan Min reached out and took it, holding it carefully, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and said in a low voice, "You gave it to me."
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That night, Duan Min realized how much trouble he had brought back.
He doesn't know how to grow flowers at all and has no experience.
He can precisely dismember any body and sew it back together exactly, and he can control all kinds of people, but he just doesn't know how to grow flowers, and he doesn't have the slightest concept in his mind.
Holding the pot of flowers, he sat on the sofa of his own house and fell into deep thought and anxiety.
It is too delicate, the petals are tender, and it can't stand a little bump. Why should such a thing that grows all over the road and decays at will be carefully cultivated
Tsk, it also symbolizes friendship, what if it is raised to death.
In the twenty-five years of Duan Min's life, the first time he had tangled distress was because of a pot of little white flowers.
He was silent for a moment, and then summoned a puppet downstairs. The puppet knelt outside the door, waiting for the next order.
Duan Min walked to the door holding the flower pot, handed it over and said, "Keep it well, don't keep it to death."
The puppet raised his hands obediently, and just as his fingers were about to touch the flower pot, Duan Min took it back and took a step back, "Go back."
The puppet got up and left after receiving the order.
Duan Min closed the door, reluctantly hugged the flower back to the living room, sat back on the sofa, and said to himself, "I want to raise it myself."
He didn't believe that he couldn't keep a pot of flowers well.
Duan Min took out his mobile phone and began to look up the cultivation method of jasmine. In summer, in the morning and in the evening, water was once a week.
So troublesome.
Duan Min frowned, looked at it unhappily, and sighed helplessly.
This night, someone stayed up all night, searching and sorting out the most detailed flower raising strategies.
And You Xu, who didn't know how many potted flowers he had raised to death next door, fell asleep with peace of mind.
The author has something to say: Duan Min: This friendship is hard to maintain.
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Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
Mo Lu drunk 55 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!