Xiao Siye's home is on a flat floor in the city center. Jiang Zhao had heard people recommend a house in that neighborhood before. The security measures are extremely strict, but the price is high. Most of the people who live here are businessmen and politicians.
Jiang Zhao always felt that the city center was too noisy, so he chose to live in the villa area. But when he came to Xiao Siye's house, he realized that standing in the French windows on the top floor feels good, especially when there are no taller buildings around here.
"What would you like to drink?" Xiao Si also walked to the bar next to the open kitchen, and picked up an upside-down transparent glass.
Jiang Zhao sat on the soft fabric sofa, picked up his sister, and said, "Ice water, thank you."
He used to think that it was an accident that Xiao Si could have such good cooking skills, but after coming to his house, he found that Xiao Si is also a person who knows how to live.
The design of the house is in warmer tones, and the selection and visit of every object can be seen to have been carefully considered. A lot of green plants are placed by the window and next to the TV. There are two layers of curtains beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, one for blackout and the other for pure white gauze.
My sister's cat climbing frame and small hanging basket are hung at the other end of the living room. There are also two beanbag sofas where you can sit directly in the sun and a small low table with a few books scattered on it.
In Jiang Zhao's mind, Xiao Si could almost imagine Xiao Si living in this house—lazy and comfortable, holding a cat in his arms, opening a book or two, and bathing in the warm afternoon sun.
"Give."
Xiao Si also came to the sofa with ice water. Jiang Zhao stopped the cat teasing stick he was playing with his sister, and drank half of the glass.
He didn't notice anything until after drinking: "Did you put lemon?"
"Well," Xiao Si also said, "Do you like it?"
Jiang Zhao leaned happily on the back of the sofa: "It's okay."
What he said was okay, which means he likes it very much.
Xiao Si also hooked his lips, sat down beside him, and heard him ask again: "By the way, why do you live alone and put two small sofas over there?"
Xiao Si also looked towards the side of the cat climbing frame, and replied meaningfully: "Probably, I think someone will sit there with me in the future."
Jiang Zhao was taken aback for a moment.
He found that he had forgotten one thing—Xiao Siye, but there was a white moonlight that he couldn't ask for.
The other position of the two sofas is naturally reserved for that Bai Yueguang.
"Let me say," Jiang Zhao rubbed the cat teaser in his hand, "The person you like... a man or a woman?"
Xiao Si also: "Male."
Jiang Zhao choked: "Then what if he sees you with me?"
He didn't know who the other party was, but he always felt that he must be someone who had contact with their business, and he might see him and Xiao Si together someday.
Especially if the other party is still a man, if Xiao Si is really bumped into, Xiao Si will not be able to clean up if he jumps into the Yellow River at that time.
Xiao Si also smiled: "It's okay, he won't mind."
Jiang Zhao immediately tasted a bit of loneliness from his words. Why don't you mind? Of course, it's because the other party is not interested in Xiao Si, so he doesn't mind these things. I think Xiao Si has spent these years in endless unrequited love.
Tsk, how miserable.
As the benefactor, Jiang Zhao patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Sometimes in life, we have to be more cautious. Bye bye, bye bye, the next one will be better."
Xiao Si also smiled and said nothing: "Well, you are right."
Jiang Zhao knew that a few words would not change his mind, so he shook his head and continued to sit on the carpet and tease the cat.
My sister's spirit has improved a lot, and she flapped her feather bells lively. It seems that all the food has been digested, and there is no big problem.
When she was tired from playing, she ran to Jiang Zhao's lap, made a nest comfortably, and slept soundly.
Jiang Zhao bowed his head and combed her hair patiently. Ragdoll cats shed their hair too easily, and there will be a lot of cat hair after brushing it off, and it is easy to stick to cat hair, but Jiang Zhao doesn't mind at all, and he looks very funny look.
Xiao Si also asked casually: "I like it so much, why don't you raise it yourself?"
Jiang Zhao didn't answer immediately.
But after thinking about it, just now Xiao Si also talked about the secrets of the person he likes, so it seems that he should also say something.
He took another sip of ice water before opening his mouth: "I raised one when I was a child, and then... it died."
"Killed by a cat abuser."
Xiao Si was also taken aback for a moment, and said, "Sorry."
Jiang Zhaochui wrote lightly: "It's okay, it happened many years ago."
Although he looked calm and calm, he knew very well in his heart how serious the impact was on him when he saw the bloody scene in the warehouse.
The little kitten that had been rubbing against his trouser legs the day before, lying affectionately in his arms, turned into a blurred pool of flesh and blood in an instant.
He was only nine years old at the time, and when he returned home he was frightened and had a fever, which lasted for several days. Later, Ms. Xu and the others also asked if they wanted to adopt another cat for him, but he refused.
He never had a cat again.
"Has the cat abuser been caught?" Xiao Si also asked.
Jiang Zhao nodded, his eyes were cold: "It's our gardener. I thought he was an honest man, but I didn't expect to do such a thing secretly. Later, my mother found the best lawyer and let him sit in prison for three years. .”
The culprit of the year has been punished, but the shadow he brought, the life he once hurt, can never come back, nor can it be made up for.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Si also took the ice water from Jiang Zhao's hand: "Pour you another glass?"
Jiang Zhao yawned lazily: "Okay."
When Xiao Si came back with ice water, Jiang Zhao dozed off on the sofa in just a minute.
His eyes were so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and it was obvious that he was trying to fight against the drowsiness, but his jaw was bit by bit, as if he was about to fall down in the next second.
Xiao Si also laughed, and he patted Jiang Zhao's arm lightly: "Do you want to go to bed?"
Jiang Zhao barely raised his eyelids, his eyelashes drooped from sleepiness, trembling visibly: "No, I'm just... a little sleepy."
Xiao Si also supported him to stand up: "Go to sleep for a while, my house has a guest room."
After Jiang Zhao took two steps, his whole mind was in a state of confusion. Xiao Si also led him all the way to the guest room, and almost fell unconscious the moment he touched the bed.
He only slept for three hours last night, and this morning he went to the pet hospital again, so he was really sleepy at this time.
Xiao Si also looked at his two legs that were still hanging beside the bed, sighed softly, wrapped his arms around his waist and carried him to the center of the bed. Then he changed the slippers for him, covered the quilt, and carried the younger sister who just woke up and wanted to jump into bed out of the room.
"Hush," he patted his sister's head, "brother fell asleep."
The younger sister looked around the room, then turned her head and went to parkour on the cat climbing frame. Xiao Si also stood at the door of the guest room, looking at Jiang Zhao who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and stood quietly for a long time.
Until Jiang Zhao frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then kicked the quilt away dishonestly.
Xiao Si also: "..."
Such a big person still kicks the quilt.
He walked back to Jiang Zhao's bed with a little amusement. Jiang Zhao on the bed was muttering something in his sleep, and continued to pull the remaining quilt on his body with his hands.
"What?" Xiao Si also bent down to listen to Jiang Zhao's dream talk.
A few seconds later, he heard the young man's voice, which was completely different from usual, with a sticky nasal tone, and even a hint of coquettish laziness:
"hot."
Xiao Si also paused.
Looking at Jiang Zhao's sleeping face, he was silent for a long time before reaching out to cover him with the quilt again.
Then he used the remote control to lower the temperature of the floor heating in the room, drew the curtains tight, and turned on the humidifier.
After doing all this, he walked out of the room, closed the door behind his back, and exhaled lightly.
It was... hot.
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When Jiang Zhao woke up hazily, he vaguely felt that he had a good dream.
The specific details were forgotten the moment he opened his eyes. He only remembered that he was standing in a sea of flowers under the sun, and the tip of his nose was still lingering with a faint floral fragrance, which was very warm.
But when he sat up and saw the surrounding environment clearly, he realized that this was not his home.
Jiang Zhao briefly recalled what happened before going to bed, probably because he almost fell asleep on the sofa, and was led here by Xiao Si.
He rubbed his eyes, got out of bed and saw the neatly arranged slippers beside him, and felt that he didn't take them off by himself.
Could it be that Xiao Si also helped him
Jiang Zhao's idea was only born for 0.0001 second, and he was directly passed by him—how could it be possible.
He opened the door and walked out of the room, Xiao Si was also sitting on the sofa reading a book, he was a little surprised when he saw him: "I thought you would sleep through the night."
Jiang Zhao glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Going to someone's house to visit, but I fell asleep, this matter is a bit embarrassing no matter who it is. Jiang Zhao uncomfortably tugged at his slightly wrinkled sweater: "I woke up early this morning, I'm too sleepy."
Xiao Si also stood up: "Anything to eat? You haven't had lunch yet."
Just as Jiang Zhao wanted to say he wasn't hungry, his stomach let out a very cooperative growl.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Xiao Si also turned around in time, covering up the almost revealing smile on the corners of his lips.
Jiang Zhao originally wanted to say that he would just order a takeaway, but Xiao Si also seemed to take it for granted, and directly opened the refrigerator in the kitchen: "Is there anything you want to eat?"
Jiang Zhao's thoughts changed. After all, he is the patron, so Xiao Si should also cook for him.
So he also sat at the dining table with peace of mind: "Coriander, spinach, Houttuynia cordata, onion, cucumber peel..."
He said a long list of dishes, and then added: "I don't eat these."
Xiao Si also nodded: "OK."
Jiang Zhao couldn't help wondering: "You remember?"
Xiao Si also looked back at him, and repeated the name of the dish that Jiang Zhao reported just now verbatim.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
My brain is still working fine.
Not long after, Xiao Si put a bowl of noodles in front of Jiang Zhao.
When he was hanging the high soup, Jiang Zhao was already so hungry that he was seduced by the smell, and the bowl of noodles in front of him, the crystal clear soup, the springy and thin noodles, and the ruddy pork ribs were placed in half a bowl. Served with sliced marinated eggs, green rapeseed, and a small handful of chopped green onions on top, the aroma is overwhelming.
Jiang Zhao's Adam's apple rolled, and he started eating with his head buried.
Even when he was extremely hungry, he still looked good when he was eating. He couldn't hear the slightest sound when the noodles were biting into his mouth. He could only see his cheeks swaying slightly, and his lips were rosy and glistening because of the soup. In the evening, I ate all the noodles with soup.
Jiang Zhao happily put down the bowl, Xiao Si also took it, and turned to wash the bowl.
Is this what it's like to be a gold master
Jiang Daying, who eats takeaway from his private kitchen all the year round, is very satisfied and will come again next time.
"By the way, where's my sister?"
After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Zhao began to look for kittens in the living room.
Xiao Si also put the washed dishes in the cupboard: "It may be in the study, you go in, the second room on the right."
Jiang Zhao heard the words and walked over. The door of the study room is ajar, and it faces south with the master bedroom, and the sunlight is very good. There is a small bay window in the innermost part, and my sister is lying on it and squinting to bask in the sun.
But Jiang Zhao's gaze didn't fixate on the little cat. He looked to the other side of the study, where there was a pure black grand piano.
Xiao Si also asked him if he wanted to play the piano, but he really didn't frighten him.
Jiang Zhao couldn't help but stepped forward, dragged the piano bench out from under the piano, and lifted the piano cover.
Eighty-eight distinct black and white keys, both familiar and unfamiliar, are displayed in front of the eyes. The slender and beautiful hands rest on the keys, forming an extremely beautiful picture, as if they were born here to play.
However, the fingertips did not fall down.
Jiang Zhao was absent-minded for a long time, and at some point, a shadow shrouded behind him, covered the back of his hand with a big hand, and pressed down lightly.
"Duo—"
The sound of the piano broke the silence, and Jiang Zhao raised his head immediately.
Xiao Si also turned his face, his cheek was so close to him, Jiang Zhao could even see his own reflection in those amber eyes.
A vague atmosphere flowed in the study, and Jiang Zhao suddenly had a strange idea.
Did Xiao Si want to kiss him too
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