3.
Zhuang Nan woke up with a splitting headache.
At the celebration dinner last night, everyone poured him wine with all their might, and he was almost unconscious when he left.
Fortunately, the remaining three-point vigilance allowed him to keep his innocence, and he didn't mess around with the secretary in the car... Office romance must be banned, and he must resign today.
He didn't open his eyes, and lay stretched out on the big bed.
There is plenty of heating in the room, and the bed is so soft that it seems to make people sink into it. The quilt is so fluffy that it makes him feel lazy for a while. He sniffs the air floating in the air. Fragrance blended with hair lotion and body wash.
and many more.
With a thunderclap in his head, Zhuang Nan opened his eyes.
The entrance is an unfamiliar room.
There were two or three large bookshelves in the room, which crowded the originally large room to the brim. Thick curtains tightly covered the windows, and there was no gap. There is not much to say about the things in the room, and there is not much to say about it. The owner of the room seems to have some kind of neurotic obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Fortunately, the color in the room is still lively and warm, and it does not make people feel depressed.
Remnants of memory fragments appeared - last night, the female secretary sent him back to the underground garage and came over to beg for a kiss. When he was about to lose his mind, he pushed him away in time, trained him away, and hurried upstairs. The last bit of strength was exhausted, and he barely walked to the door of the house, only to find that the key to the door was lost in the car.
Zhuang Nan originally wanted to sit at the door for a while, save some energy and then go downstairs to get the key, but he fell asleep before he knew it...
The key couldn't have come automatically to open the door for him, and this was obviously not his new home.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a slender, white hand came into view first.
Immediately, the young man in cotton pajamas leaned in, with a delicate face, slightly frowning brows, mild amber eyes, and a little nervous. Seeing Zhuang Nan who was already sitting up, he shrank subconsciously and quickly lowered his head. Eye, voice is very low: "Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang, you, you are awake... Breakfast, it's ready, in the dining room... The bathroom is on the left."
He seems to be very unaccustomed to talking to people, and is not as embarrassed as the owner of the house. He is even more uncomfortable than Zhuang Nan, who is a guest, and his voice is getting lower and lower: "Or, do you want to go home first?"
Zhuang Nan sat quietly and patiently listened to his stammering words. He understood and smiled slightly: "Thank you, if I can, can I finish breakfast before leaving?"
4.
Live alone, otaku, afraid to communicate.
Surprisingly kind and gentle.
This is Zhuang Nan's impression of his neighbor who has only met the second time.
Although the choice of "whether to go home first" was given, after Zhuang Nan borrowed the bathroom to wash up, the clear porridge and side dishes that had been placed for a long time obviously showed that the owner of the house was the first to prepare before he woke up. breakfast.
Mr. Zhuang, who always drives to the company and is brought by his secretary with a simple western-style breakfast, has not had such a comforting breakfast for a long time, and there is a faint smile between his brows. Although his stomach was burning with hunger, the owner of the house was not there. He looked around for a week without moving his chopsticks first. He followed the sound and walked to the kitchen. He saw the young man with his back to him, holding a spatula while frying eggs.
Hearing the footsteps, Lin Wen's smooth movements stagnated. He didn't turn his head, but his neck shrank unconsciously, as if he wanted to cover the exposed skin. Attracted by his actions, Zhuang Nan instead noticed the small piece of his bare skin.
It belongs to the almost morbid pallor that has not seen the sun for a long time.
"... Mr. Zhuang, you go first, go to the restaurant and wait a moment."
Lin Wen closed his eyes, fearing that the two of them would be alone in the same room. He managed to suppress his fear, but his voice was still a little trembling, "I, I've eaten it, and I'll fry you an egg."
His spirit seemed tense to a brittle string.
Zhuang Nan seemed to see a little squirrel that might fall down a thin branch at any time, and he couldn't bear it. He immediately responded in harmony, and went back to the restaurant to sit down, feeling strange in hindsight.
From his student days to his work, Mr. Zhuang is a man and woman flocking to him even with his superior appearance. He has never met such a small neighbor... who regards him as a beast of a flood.
5.
The little neighbor's cooking is unexpectedly good.
When eating breakfast, the sweet porridge is already at a temperature suitable for the mouth. The taste of the soy tofu and pickled vegetables is quite good. The fried eggs are golden fried and lie on a white plate like a rising sun.
After making breakfast, Lin Wen made an excuse and hid in the room. Zhuang Nan was dumbfounded, wondering whether he should educate the young neighbors to be careful about strangers.
However, this breakfast was unprecedentedly pleasant and relaxing. The hungry Mr. Zhuang acted gracefully and swept away all the breakfast that Lin Wen had prepared for him.
Lin Wen seemed to be hiding in the room and secretly looking at the stranger. After he finished eating, he got out and handed over the neatly folded coat and other scattered things: "You, your things."
The room was so warm, and there was a faint aroma and the warm taste of the food. Zhuang Nan wanted to stay a little longer. Considering that the little neighbor might not be able to accept it, he had to put on his coat, took the things, and threw them at the negotiating table. The killing was cold, courteous and gentle: "Lin Wen."
The young man who had not been called by his first name for a long time was at a loss.
Zhuang Nan quickly reassured him: "I trouble you last night. Thank you very much for helping me. Well, the breakfast you made is delicious. "
Lin Wen shook his head slowly, not wanting to say more.
Seeing that he was silent, Zhuang Nan knew that he should not stay any longer. He wanted to touch the young man's soft black hair to show his kindness and gratitude. In the end, he held it back, said "thank you" again, and left. this warm house.
The door behind him slammed shut, and the severe cold of the winter corridor invaded in every way.
Across a door, Zhuang Nan looked back and thought, the startled young neighbor should be relieved.