The interstellar wanderers are probably because of their different lifestyles. During their wandering for decades or even a lifetime, they have more or less developed a little collection addiction, and they have lived one after another into humanoid hamsters. Los Black, the former King of the Wanderers, was not spared either.
His wardrobe adopts a hidden and foldable design. At first glance, it looks like there is only one wall, but it is actually unique. After the layers are opened, the contents inside can probably fill two rooms.
There are many things, but they are not messy. They are neatly divided into three parts.
The two largest parts of the area are marked with the names Sabrina Black and Elsa Black, one is full of adult women's clothes, and the other belongs to little girls.
Think on your toes and know that these are the clothes of Carlos Blake's wife and daughter. The electronic wardrobe comes with the functions of dust removal and sorting. The clothes in these two parts are meticulously managed and arranged layer by layer according to the chronological order.
If the rumors are not wrong, then these two have been gone many years ago, so most of the clothes are concentrated in the earlier years, but after that, the clothes on both sides are still constantly updated, every year, some Sometimes there are five or six, sometimes one or two, and it has continued to this day, and it has not fallen for a year.
At first glance, this wardrobe will create an illusion, as if the hostess and the little girl here are still living here and never leave.
This is probably the other side of the wandering king that has never been revealed to the outside world.
But Chu Si only came to borrow clothes, not to spy on others' hearts. He just glanced inadvertently, and turned his eyes to the part with Carlos Blake's name embedded in it with a see-no-evil attitude.
Compared with the other two pieces, this part is really... Small and pitiful, if it weren't for the built-in sorting function of the wardrobe, I'm afraid it would be a hundred times more sloppy than the current one.
shirt…
shirt…
shirt…
Chu Si muttered and turned around, and found that there was no shirt in this person's cabinet, not a single one!
He was used to wearing that kind of meticulous style of clothes. In short, he dressed himself like a beast and a gentle scum all the year round. He lost that kind of clothes for a while, and some couldn't adapt.
These clothes of Carlos Black are too sloppy for him. There are still traces of selection in the early years, probably because there were people who took care of them at that time. Later, the clothes were basically in N copies, like they were picked up.
In it, he took two sets that were not so flirtatious and barely fit, then turned around and went into the bathroom.
The water vapor that Sae Young had soaked up when he took a bath has long since dissipated, but the water stains on the ground were still there, and there was still a little residual shampoo smell.
This bathroom is very large, and there is a laundry box in the corner, which can be cleaned, disinfected, dried, folded and organized, and has all functions. Sae Young should have threw his clothes in when he was taking a bath here.
Oh, to be more precise, the so-called clothes do not include tops. His shirt has long since become tattered during the time-travel, and was thrown into the garbage disposal bin. There are only his trousers and... Underpants, which were ironed and folded flat by the machine, lying very calmly at the exit. on the platform.
Chu Si glanced at it, and then retracted his gaze as if stung by a wasp.
Anyway, as long as it is a place where a certain Mr. Yang has stayed, even if others are gone, they can still find a sense of existence in various strange and weird ways.
It is also a kind of patience.
Chu Si put the clean clothes in his hand on the shelf and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.
His shirt was no better than at Sae Young, and it was cut to pieces, and it was stained with so much blood that it was useless to wash it. He threw his shirts into the garbage disposal bin in the corner, and his still-wearable trousers into the washing machine bin.
When the hot water poured down, all kinds of indescribable soreness and softness in the bones gradually emerged. During this period of time, the things they experienced almost never stopped, and the long-term nervousness and a lot of conflict and confrontation really put a lot of load on the body.
Hot water can really relax people's mood a lot. Chu Si took a break from his busy schedule for a while, until his muscles and bones were steamed a little crisp, and then he turned off the water and walked out.
He wiped the water off his body indiscriminately, put on clean trousers, and then suddenly remembered something, looked down at his waist. He pressed his finger in a circle at the familiar place and heard a click, and the piece of skin opened, revealing the countdown screen inside.
The last time I watched it, there were still more than 120 days left in the countdown. During this time, they were scurrying around in different time and space zones. The countdown may be affected a little bit and become faster or slower. He has encountered this kind of influence several times in the mimetic environment before, and from experience, the influence is not very big, at most it is only a few days' error.
He was about to see how many days were left in the countdown, when suddenly there was some other movement outside the door, and then the door to the bathroom slammed softly and was opened from the outside.
Sae Young supported the door frame with one hand, and stood lazily at the door, with a hint of drowsiness on his face.
Chu Si flicked his fingers, and the skin on his waist was already closed. In order to hide the sound of closing, he said in surprise, "Wake up? I washed it for more than an hour?"
"If you mean the estimated healing time of the medical cabin..." Sae Yang pouted, "then I think I should have come out earlier."
He said, his eyes swept across Chu Si's waist covered by his fingers, "Why are you touching your waist? Did I interrupt something more personal?"
With an expressionless face, Chu Si threw the towel over with his hands, grabbed a clean black tight vest and put it on his body, "I don't have as much time as you."
Sae Yang raised his hand to catch the towel, raised his eyebrows and said, "The fact is that all my spare time was taken into the medical cabin by you, sir."
Chu Si glanced at his arms and waist, and found that the wounds were completely gone, as if they had never appeared. He reached out and touched his back shoulder again, and the wound healed neatly, and the scab fell off when he took a bath just now. However, I can still feel the skin is a little different when I touch it.
After a long time, he became the one who recovered slowly.
Chu Si snorted inwardly, and pointed to the clothes on the platform of the laundry box, "Now that you're done, please put on your clothes, don't wrap a towel around and hang around, it's someone else's aircraft, Can you give me a little face?"
He said that he grabbed another black vest on the shelf and patted it on Sae Yang's chest, grabbed the towel in his hand again, and walked out while wiping his hair.
Sae Young casually said "um" in the back, not laughing.
What happened before being dumped into the medical cabin was revealed so lightly, and there seems to be no sign of being brought up again.
Everything seems to confirm what Chus said before - Sae Young's curiosity and interest in all kinds of things always come and go quickly, and once that point of time has passed or a certain idea has been satisfied, he will Some interest has faded.
In this regard, Chu Si can not talk about happy or unhappy, anyway, it is expected.
After turning a circle, everything returned to the original point. A kiss on the top of interest did not mean anything too profound, and the relationship between the two seemed to be no different from before.
Sae Yang quickly changed his clothes and came out. His complexion was bright, but his complexion was not very good. His lips were still a little pale, but his eyes were as clear and bright as always, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Chu Si was sitting on the single sofa in the living room, wiping his hair with one hand, and returning messages on the communicator with the other.
Sae Young stood behind his sofa and glanced at it, then reached out and brushed two strands of his hair that had been ruffled by the towel.
Chu Si felt a strange feeling on the top of his head, turned his head and stared at someone who owed his hand, looked at him with a strange expression for a while, raised his hand and pointed at the corridor at will, and said, "There is a lot of medicine in the medical room, There are all kinds of treatments, you can go watch and eat."
Based on what he knew about Sae Yang, this person was always annoyed and seldom had time to do it. He suspects that in this Mr. Yang's view, the whole world is a concentration camp for fools, and few are qualified to let him get started.
Moreover, Sae Yang used to be idle in front of him, even if he did it, it was not such a move. His movements were always full of oppression and aggression, and he subconsciously placed himself on the upper hand...
This kind of "playing with two hairs" really doesn't seem like he can do it.
After being insulted by Chu Si, Sae Yang just slumped on the back of the sofa lazily, brushed Chu Si's hair again, and said lazily, "I don't want to eat."
Chus: "...Are you really Sae Young?"
Sae Young blew away the hair that was in his hands, snorted, and stood up straight, "Otherwise, who else do you want to change to? Sir, I'm a little hungry, can you cook?"
"No." Chu Si said firmly.
This is quite stupid. He has lived by himself for so many years, and he can't live without cooking.
Sae Yang didn't refute, just stared at the back of his head for about five minutes, and Chu Si's own stomach protested first.
"Sir." Sae Yang said.
Chus ignored him.
"Dear." Sae Young said again.
Chu Si was still sitting on the sofa and pretending to be dead.
Sae Young: "Stop pretending, your stomach is already screaming, I can hear it, it's very, very clear."
This bastard also specially emphasized two "very", it is really a thing that can't speak.
Chu Si held it back for a while, but could not hold back, stood up from the sofa with a blank expression, threw the towel in his hand directly onto his face, and walked across the living room to the kitchen.
He started very hard, flipping through the refrigerator to unpack the ingredients and making a ping-pong sound, very clearly declaring his unwilling attitude.
Sae Young leaned against the refrigerator door, bent his eyes and said, "I want a—"
"Shut up." Chu Si interrupted angrily, "Who ordered food for your face? What are you doing? Don't eat and be hungry."
The oil was hot in the pan, and the first seasonings were fried with aroma. When the cod meat was put in, it made a sizzling sound, and suddenly there was a little firework, which suddenly gave people the illusion of a stable life.
Sae Young watched with interest for a while, and called again, "Sir."
"What are you doing? If you want to eat, don't stand up here like a coffin lid, blocking the light." Chu Si said, without raising his head.
"It's nothing, I just think that your previous judgment was a bit biased." Sae Yang said.
"What judgment?" Chu Si asked casually, and took out one of the fried cod meat.
"You said that my interest always fades quickly. To be honest, I agree with it. But it's strange. I'm suddenly not so sure now." Sae Yang suddenly raised his hand and put his thumb on the corner of Chu Si's mouth. He wiped it hard, then squeezed his chin to make him turn his face, and lowered his head and leaned over.
The kiss was very intimate, neither aggressive nor subjugating, and didn't even last as long as before.
When Sae Yang stood up straight again, Chu Si realized that he had responded just now, and then...
Then another piece of cod was so fried.
Chu Si took out the piece of paste fish with a handsome face and was about to say something when the communicator on the side suddenly vibrated.