Lemon Lightning

Chapter 53

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As a result, the New Year's Eve party in the evening was watched by three people. The take-out order for dinner was a bit smaller. Before it could last until 10:30, Zhong Jing's stomach made a "grumbling" sound, and the two boys across the sofa looked at him at the same time. , was stared straight at by the two young men. He was really shameless as an adult, so he slapped his face as a fat man and said, "Let's have some supper, and I'll cook noodles for you?"

An Ning: "I'll go, Teacher Zhong!"

Zhong Jing was very emotional. When they met An Ning, he respectfully called him "Teacher Zhong". The reason was just because he taught Qin Weihang to rock climbing, and the boy he taught him had never called him "Teacher". Hearing his roommate call this for a while, he still looked indifferent.

Qin Weihang's eyes met him, and his eyes seemed to mean "just call him for me".

Alas, it's not unreasonable for An Ning to be likable, Zhong Jing thought to himself, if this was a girl, it would be a good match for Qin Weihang, which is a pity.

Qin Weihang turned his head and asked An Ning, "You know how to cook noodles?"

An Ning nodded, with a "Of course" expression on his face.

Qin Weihang said, "It's not about cooking instant noodles."

An Ning blinked: "Boiled noodles."

Qin Weihang stopped talking.

Zhong Jing couldn't help laughing. Qin Weihang didn't distinguish between his four bodies and his five grains, so he thought that other scholars were just like him. Shame on yourself, dude.

Zhong Jing originally thought that the visitor was a guest, and it was not easy to work for others, but he really didn't taste good down there. He only used Laoganma to mix noodles. Qin Weihang didn't care what noodles he ate. Qin Weihang came to him once when he was in high school. He cooked noodles for Qin Weihang, but he forgot to add salt. When he remembered and walked out of the kitchen, Qin Weihang was already sitting on the sofa and playing mobile games, and he had done all the noodles on the table. He took the noodle bowl and asked Qin Weihang in surprise: "Don't you think the taste is wrong?" Qin Weihang played with his mobile phone and said, "It's a little lighter."

Thinking of this, Zhong Jing didn't intend to be polite: "That's fine, you can use the ingredients in the kitchen as you like, and if you can't find anything, you can ask him."

Xueba went to the kitchen, clattered to get the bowl, peeled the garlic, Qin Weihang still sat here watching the girl group dance, Zhong Jing frowned and urged him: "Why are you still sitting here? Go and help others."

Qin Weihang stood up with a heavy sigh, and casually left a sentence "I'm not hungry" when he left.

An Ning was looking for soy sauce, when he heard the sound of opening the cabinet door with a "click" above his head. Qin Weihang stood behind him, raised his hand and took two bottles of oil from the cabinet above his head, lowered his head and asked him, "Which one do you want?"

An Ning leaned over to take a look, took the bottle in his right hand, turned to the stove again, and quietly gave way to the side, Qin Weihang put the remaining bottle back, An Ning felt that the body temperature close to him seemed to be stronger than the flames. The temperature is still hot, and my heart is beating.

Then Qin Weihang leaned against the countertop and asked after a long time, "Do you want me to help?"

An Ning lowered her head and said, "Bring three eggs over here."

Qin Weihang opened the refrigerator door and walked back with three eggs in one hand. He didn't even know where to put the eggs. He raised his hand and wanted to put it in the bowl of noodles, but the bowl was already filled with ingredients and he almost didn't put it down. go.

As soon as An Ning turned around, he saw Qin Weihang holding three eggs in one hand, dazedly hanging above the countertop, he stretched out his hand to pick it up, and Qin Weihang put the eggs in his two hands.

"Just tell me what you need." Qin Weihang said.

Anning just said a pan is needed.

Qin Weihang, who was behind him, murmured "pan..." and turned to look for it. An Ning found that Qin Weihang didn't know where the things were. Anyway, whether it was seasoning or pots and pans, he rummaged through it from top to bottom. similar.

Also... It's too cute, An Ning couldn't help thinking about it, and then saw Qin Weihang take out the frying pan, as if he was still confirming whether it was a "frying pan", An Ning hurriedly said, "It's it!"

Qin Weihang, who was holding the bottom of the frying pan with one hand and looking at it, brought the pan over, turned it over with a backhand and put it directly on the stove.

Qin Weihang was leaning on the side to watch An Ning frying eggs. For the first time, he felt that he was a person who was not very useful, but he felt that watching this person frying eggs was more interesting than watching the New Year's Eve party, so he would rather stay here. as ornaments.

Because Qin Weihang has been watching him, An Ning wisely told Qin Weihang the tricks of cooking, Qin Weihang listened with a dull face, and said in his heart that I don't want to know how to do it, can you do it

Qin Weihang has been silent, An Ning feels that he is a little complacent, but he is frying an egg and cooking noodles, not making braised pork. What is there to explain

As soon as he shut up, Qin Weihang looked up at him again, wondering why he didn't say anything? Hello is a bit old-fashioned, but I'm still very good at it.

There was not much left of the dried noodles, so An Ning put more in the two bowls and less for himself.

The three of them ate noodles while watching the party. Zhong Jing took two bites and found that it tasted very good. It didn't look like noodles made by boys. Anyway, it was much better than his own old Ganma noodles.

Qin Weihang ate the noodles in silence, without expressing his opinion, An Ning kept staring at him.

The eyes from around him repeatedly poke at him, and Qin Weihang raised his head and glanced at An Ning. An Ning was dumbfounded by those eyes, and she couldn't even ask "Do you think the taste is okay?", so she could only smile and bow her head.

I don't know if it's because my crush is guilty, but I always feel that Qin Weihang's eyes are like hooks, and the words "wishers are hooked" are written.

***

It was after eleven o'clock that Zhong Jing's eyes could not open a little, so he went upstairs to sleep first, and let these two guys treat this place as their own home and do whatever they want. Originally, I wanted to stay up all night with two young people for a new year, but the years are not forgiving. The wheelchair slid toward the elevator, he pressed the elevator button, thought for a moment, turned back and whispered, "Qin Weihang."

Qin Weihang leaned against the sofa relaxedly, his upper body was almost sunk in the sofa, after hearing the sound, he looked in his direction, and then slowly got up and stood up.

Zhong Jing watched him come over and thought to himself that this kid would only sit lazily on the sofa when Mu Dan was away. He respected his master a lot more.

Qin Weihang didn't ask him what he asked him to do. He pushed the wheelchair directly into the elevator. The wheelchair is actually electric, so there is no need to push it. Only after the elevator doors closed did Qin Weihang lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Jing said, "You know which guest room it is. If you don't want to sleep with Xiao Ning, you can let others sleep in the guest room, and you can sleep on the sofa yourself."

Qin Weihang asked in confusion, "Why don't I want to sleep with him?"

Zhong Jing wondered, "Don't you like sharing a bed with others?"

When the elevator door opened, Qin Weihang was stunned for a moment before raising his head, then he pushed the wheelchair out and said "got it".

It turned out to be because of this, he thought, when Zhong Jing explained him, he reflexively understood the subtext of the sentence as "If you hate sleeping with Xiao Ning", that's why he asked this question.

Of course, it's impossible to sleep in one bed, it will be very crowded for him.

***

An Ning was watching the party on the sofa, and there was a bit of a fight with his eyelids. Qin Weihang came down from the upstairs at this time. He didn't take the elevator, but came down the stairs. Although he didn't walk very fast, An Ning still felt that he was walking with wind when he came over, probably because he was too tall. When Qin Weihang sat down, An Ning felt the sofa cushion sink, and with a rustling sound, his spirit was also lifted.

On the screen is Gu Sangni after singing and dancing. Without Zhong Jing taking them to gag together, the huge living room suddenly became much quieter. Qin Weihang picked up the remote control and turned down the volume, and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

An Ning straightened her back: "I'm not sleepy, I'll wait for the finale!"

Qin Weihang put the remote control back to his side: "Who is the finale?"

Anning said: "LOTUS, it's like this every year."

Qin Weihang tilted his head to look at him: "Then you really like LOTUS." I wouldn't stay up all night waiting for the finale for LOTUS.

An Ning smiled bitterly: "It's really just a passerby."

Maybe it's just a good impression of passers-by, Qin Weihang thought, because the people around him fell asleep on the sofa before LOTUS appeared. Qin Weihang was leaning against the sofa, his eyes were no longer on the boring party. After waiting for An Ning's eyes to close for a while, he sat up gently, turned around and took the black down jacket taken off behind him. He picked up the dress with one hand and placed it above An Ning's body, but he didn't put it down. The shadow of the black down jacket was projected on An Ning, like the shadow of a dark cloud falling on the lake, he thought endlessly, feeling that the rain that was born from his body was about to fall on this person, drenching him.

He put down the coat in his hand, but he didn't want to think about it, but the clothes were piled on An Ning's waist, and could not be fully unfolded.

Do more. There was a little irritability in his heart, and then suddenly, LOTUS, the finale of the show, came. He began to hesitate whether to wake up An Ning, because he was not sure whether the other party was a cash-strapped fan or a really good passerby. If you are a fan, you definitely don't want to miss the live broadcast. If you like passersby, maybe your dream will be more rare.

Looking at the sleeping person in a daze, in a trance, the main song has passed, and it is time for the chorus.

After the somewhat sad and depressing chorus, the chorus suddenly brightened up. This chorus attracted him and made him look at the TV screen.

The stage of the New Year's Eve party is beautiful, shrouded in a melancholy blue starry sky, the cosmic lead singer of the cosmic sky group is holding the microphone in both hands, raising his head and closing his eyes, singing with a voice like the wind blowing wind chimes in the night. :

And?this?is?not?me

Not?like?I?used?to?be

Like?a?swing?in?the?sky?I'm?swinging

To?the?magic?beat

He is not a fan of LOTUS, but this chorus and the star-like guitar behind the chorus made him feel heartbroken. The so-called heartbeat, as the name suggests, is the feeling that the heart is moving with the wind.

He looked at An Ning again. It was pointless to wake him up at this time. I wonder if he heard this song in his dream.

The black down jacket was still cramped on An Ning's waist. His clothes should be enough to wrap An Ning's body, at least from his chest to his thighs.

In my ear, Ji Shi's voice was singing:

Isn't?it?a?mistake

Should?I?just?miss?it

I?met?a?hurted?butterfly?should?I

Protect?it?from?rain

Or?let?it?in

It's too beautiful, isn't it too foul for a rock band to sing such a song? Qin Weihang thought about it, he finally stretched out his hand and pulled the stacked part of the jacket away, patiently unfolded the sleeves, unfolded the placket, and tore the hem, until the clothes, as he imagined, completely wrapped the sleeping man's arms and chest. , and a waist that looks pliable.

The song progressed to a beautiful bridge, the guitar and bass were tumbling, like a dark cloud being pushed aside, and with Ji Shi's bright high-pitched, the shining galaxy poured down at that moment, and he heard his heart pounding. He doesn't know if An Ning is a LOTUS fan, but he thinks he's going to be a fan soon.

Wish?it?is?love

I?wish?it?is?love

I?wish?it?is?love

I?wish?it?is?love

Leaning on the sofa, he thought to himself, this is really a song that would make one want to fall in love.