The buzzing sound of the range hood came from the kitchen... It was like a lullaby, making Tuan Tuan even more sleepy.
The cell phone rang from the living room. Lin Nuan put the unwashed tomato into the water, looked up and saw Fu Huai'an answered the phone, with a cigarette in his mouth, bent down to pick up the lighter on the coffee table, his shirt and vest tight. Stretching out the tight and broad outline of his shoulders and back.
He walked to the balcony and closed the sliding door, with his back to the living room, lowered his head to light a cigarette, and put the lighter in his trousers pocket casually, with the charm of a mature man in every gesture.
Lin Nuan realized that she had stared at Fu Huai'an's back for a long time, her ears felt a little hot, so she looked away.
Her mobile phone was lying quietly under the lamp on the small corner table, without any movement.
Unexpectedly, Fu Huai'an's mobile phone ringtone, like Lin Nuan's, is Mendelssohn's "Rondo".
Outside the balcony.
Lu Jinnan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Old Fu, what time do you come over? Tang Zheng, a money-scattering boy, finally returned to China. You will suffer a lot if you don't come to this mahjong game!"
Tang Zheng, like Lu Jinnan, is Fu Huai'an's childhood buddy who has been hanging out since he opened his pants. Since Tang Zheng went abroad... the three of them rarely get together.
Coming out of Lin's house today, Fu Huai'an went to Tang Zheng's reception banquet, and asked Lin Nuan halfway, so Fu Huai'an brought the child here.
Lu Jinnan turned on the public release, and Fu Huai'an could clearly hear the sound of the mahjong machine shuffling the cards.
He removed the cigarette from the corner of his lips and pressed his thumb on his temple: "I'll be there later."
"Old Fu, don't just send your child, you sent yourself to someone else's girl's bed!"
"Fart, old Fu's belt is tight! How many little girls have I arranged... No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull it away."
A few friends teased Fu Huai'an jokingly, there were no women there, and the big men spoke very casually.
"Can it be the same?! That's Lin Nuan, the white moonlight in Old Fu's heart! Then Old Fu's belt should be to Lin Nuan... My door is always open, waiting for you with open arms. After a tacit understanding, you will fall in love with her." here… "
Lu Jinnan changed the lyrics, and sang without scale, making the other end laugh out loud.
After finishing a cigarette, Fu Huai'an hung up the phone and came in.
Seeing that Tuantuan blinked and fell asleep on the sofa, he took off his suit jacket and gently put it on Tuantuan's body with gentle movements...
Looking up, Fu Huai'an's deep pupils reflected Lin Nuan's busy back, very thin.
Fu Huai'an straightened up, took off the delicate cuff buttons on the cuffs of his shirt, put them together with the watch on the small corner table under the desk lamp, and pressed the Lin family's household registration book...
In the kitchen, there was the sound of hot water boiling on the stove. Lin Nuan held the chopsticks in one hand and bent down to turn down the fire... When she turned to get a bowl to add water, she saw Fu Huai'an walking into the kitchen.
Looking at each other, Lin Nuan was stunned for a moment. After all, Fu Huai'an, who was wearing a shirt and vest, was out of place in this small kitchen.
She asked, "Do you need anything?!"
"Come to help..."
Once the tall and long-legged Fu Huai'an entered, the kitchen space seemed much smaller...
Lin Nuan felt that even the air had become thinner.
He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt in a natural and smooth movement, bent over to wash his hands in the vegetable sink, took out a few pieces of kitchen paper to wipe... he turned around and squeezed Lin Nuan aside.
Lin Nuan saw that Fu Huai'an took the dried noodles she put aside, took out some noodles, skillfully put the noodles into the pot, and stretched out his hand: "Chopsticks!"
Our old Fu is a good man of the century...
(end of this chapter)