It was already evening after Ling Miao finished editing Su Yuyang's essay. He looked up and saw the sky. Ling Miao thought it was still early, but when he saw the time, he was frightened.
In May, the sky refuses to darken. Looking from the window, the afterglow of the setting sun is still reflected in the sky, and the golden light still stings the eyes.
Ling Miao cursed lowly and passed the manuscript as quickly as possible. After timing the last chapter, he dove into the kitchen without taking a sip of water.
After cooking the food, Ling Mi went to knock on Su Yuyang's bedroom door.
Su Yuyang opened the door with a face that was smeared on the bottom of the pot, and his upper and lower eyes were still inseparable. Ling Miao stared at Su Yuyang. His originally calm face turned red after a few seconds, his lips were about to open and then tightened, and occasionally he covered his mouth with his hands. Ling Miao's various strange behaviors made Su Yuyang suspicious. As soon as he opened his mouth to ask, Ling Miao burst out laughing, followed by N "hahahaha"s.
"Ling Miao, you really have enough." Su Yuyang gritted his teeth every word, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared.
"Hey! Haha!" Ling Miao was holding on to the wall with one hand and covering his stomach with the other, still panting a little, "Shu Da, you are really hardworking. You don't forget to code even when you sleep. But what kind of skill do you have for rolling around on the keyboard?"
"Huh?" Su Yuyang asked.
Ling Miao had enough laughter, but when he saw Su Yuyang's face, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Su Yuyang, have you ever seen waffles? Your face and waffles are made from the same mold! You can even add some hot pot base to the hot pot!" Ling Miao almost curled up on the ground with a smile. The muscles were stiff.
Su Yuyang probably understood why Ling Miao was laughing. He touched his face and sighed in his heart: "The kisses left by the keyboard on my face are quite deep."
Su Yuyang shook his head and looked at Ling Miao with a bit of contempt. Ling Miao's nerves were neither thick nor thin, but he could quickly catch the various emotions in Su Yuyang's eyes.
"Hey Su Yuyang, what's that expression on your face?" Ling Miao raised his neck and shouted, his fair skin covered with a layer of crimson due to anger.
Su Yuyang lowered his head and stared at Ling Miao's gradually reddening cheeks. He suddenly leaned down and blew into Ling Miao's ear: "Ling Miao, your smile is so low."
Using an ambiguous tone to speak mockingly, Ling Miao really couldn't figure out what Su Yuyang was thinking, but his neck turned red again.
"Xiao Miao, you're blushing." Su Yuyang joked.
Ling Miao raised his hand to touch his face, and the heat on his skin made him quickly take his hand away.
"Go and eat your food!" Ling Miao hurriedly turned around to prevent Su Yuyang from seeing his blushing face. At the same time, he also diverted his gaze - he didn't want to see Su Yuyang's eyes. Those eyes full of complex emotions made Ling Miao Fear from the bottom of my heart in seconds.
Su Yuyang didn't speak. Ling Miao looked at the dining table through the corner of his eye - Su Yuyang didn't walk over. Not being able to see what Su Yuyang was doing, Ling Miao was a little flustered, but he didn't have the courage to turn around. Taking a deep breath, Ling Miao took a step forward. Before Ling Miao took the second leg forward, he felt his wrist tighten.
"What's wrong?" Ling Miao asked, his cold voice trembling.
Su Yuyang smiled and said, "Aren't you having dinner? The dinner table is behind you, where are you going?"
"Oh, there's not enough rice, I'll cook noodles." Ling Miao's breath became weaker and weaker, "So, can you let me go?"
Su Yuyang let go of Ling Miao blankly. Ling Miao rubbed his red wrist and said viciously: "Dad, are you trying to crush my wrist?"
Su Yuyang said "Uh...", and Ling Miao disappeared from his sight. Su Yuyang opened his mouth for a few seconds before slowly closing it, and a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes.
Sunlight spread through the tulle on the dining table. Su Yuyang looked at a naughty golden touch on Ling Miao's shoulder. At this time, Ling Miao seemed to be living in a fog, mysterious and weak, but if he looked carefully, he could burst into endless energy. the power of. Su Yuyang's imagination suddenly opened up. He suddenly wanted to add a character to the book, a character based on Ling Miao.
"Hey Su Yuyang!"
Ling Miao suddenly roared, which not only interrupted Su Yuyang's train of thought, but also frightened Su Yuyang into dropping his chopsticks on the ground. Su Yuyang quickly picked up the chopsticks and wiped them with a tissue, pretending to be calm and asked: "Deleted my manuscript again?"
Feeling Su Yuyang's contemptuous gaze, Ling Miao snorted coldly, raised his chin and asked: "Eat, just eat. Why are you staring at me? Be careful to put rice into your nostrils."
Su Yuyang ignored Ling Miao's question. He lowered his head and continued eating, but he still raised his eyelids to look at Ling Miao. Su Yuyang saw Ling Miao folding his hands on his chest and turning to his side with a dark face. Even though he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, he had no intention of eating.
"Ling Miao, why are you staring at me?"
"Yeah, what were you staring at me for?" Ling Miao asked angrily.
Su Yuyang was choked for a moment. Knowing that arguing with Ling Miao was asking for trouble, he simply kept his mouth shut.
While Su Yuyang was eating, he was still designing a character based on Ling Miao in his mind. Perhaps because his train of thought was suddenly interrupted, Su Yuyang couldn't find the thread and couldn't connect it, so no matter how he sketched it, he still couldn't get a three-dimensional person, so he had no choice but to give up the idea.
Most of Ling Miao's time during the day belongs to Su Yuyang, and the time after dinner basically belongs to Ling Miao himself - this is the agreement between Ling Miao and Su Yuyang.
After washing the dishes, Ling Miao turned on the computer and prepared to code. Su Yuyang came out of the bedroom without seeing Ling Miao. The "pop" sound coming from the study attracted his attention.
The sky had darkened, but the lights in the study were not turned on. Su Yuyang stood outside the door and looked in. The white light reflected Ling Miao's face, which made him look a little cold.
Su Yuyang turned on the light, and the sudden brightness made Ling Miao squint his eyes. He cursed, "Su Yuyang, what are you doing?"
Ling Miao was sitting on the bed wrapped in quilt, and the computer was placed on his bed.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Su Yuyang frowned, depression and annoyance welling up in his brows at the same time.
"Xiao Miao, I forgot to tell you something." Su Yuyang rubbed his temples and said with difficulty, "You have only two choices for where to sleep at night: the sofa and the floor."
Sofa and floor
Ling Miao rolled his eyes, seeming to be thinking about Su Yuyang's intention in saying this. Half a minute later, Ling Miao slammed the table: "Su Yuyang, I used some tricks to move into your house, but you don't have to do this to me, right?"
"Don't talk about you, even I don't dare to sleep on this bed." Su Yuyang said melancholy, "Let's put it this way, this bed is exclusive to someone. Although it is placed in my house, its owner is not me. So if If you can accept the conditions I just offered, you can continue to stay, if not - the door is over there."
Su Yuyang said sincerely, and since Su Yuyang was the owner of the house, Ling Miao didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he resignedly started to pack his things and prepared to roll into the living room to sleep.
After digesting Su Yuyang's words, Ling Miao's gossip factor became active. He touched Su Yuyang who was standing by the door and asked with a smile: "Brother Su, is the owner of this bed a man or a woman?"
"Hmm..." Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao, probably to see if Ling Miao simply wanted to know or if he had a deeper meaning. However, after thinking about the identity of the owner of the bed, Su Yuyang still gave an ambiguous answer: "Ke Nan?" Women can attack and receive, regardless of TP."
Su Yuyang said this sentence smoothly, as if he had said it countless times. It seemed that that person had a close relationship with Su Yuyang!
"Oh... I guess I understand." Ling Miao said he understood. Su Yuyang still saw a row of question marks on his forehead, but Su Yuyang obviously had no intention of solving the problem for Ling Miao.
When Ling Miao came, he brought all the quilt and quilt with him. He spread the cotton mat on the ground, put pillows and quilt on it, and Ling Miao's nest was ready. Su Yuyang came out with a bed of cotton wool and saw Ling Miao sitting on the bed typing words. He threw the cotton wool on the ground and said in surprise: "Xiao Miao, you already knew you were going to sleep on the floor?"
"Wrong~ This is my equipment when I was in school. I can still use it now, but... Brother Su, I didn't expect you to care about me." Ling Miao stroked the cotton wool that Su Yuyang threw on the ground, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Su Yuyang said "hmm" and said indifferently: "The floor tiles are quite cold, and the temperature is not high at night. You should use extra layers to sleep on. If you get sick, you won't be the only one who suffers."
Ling Miao stuck out his tongue at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang made a cutting motion. Ling Miao immediately took his tongue back and watched Su Yuyang enter the bathroom.
When Su Yuyang came out of the bathroom, Ling Miao was still thinking hard about the next plot. Su Yuyang came over wiping his hair. The water droplets on his hair splashed everywhere, and many of them landed on Ling Miao's face. Ling Miao wiped the water droplets from his face, raised his head and was about to teach Su Yuyang a lesson, when a drop of water flew into his mouth.
The same water droplets, if it fell from Ling Miao's own hair into his mouth, he would spit it out at most, but this is the water droplet flying from Su Yuyang's hair... Ling Miao feels uncomfortable no matter what he thinks.
Ling Miao opened his mouth, not knowing whether to swallow the drop of water or spit it out.
Su Yuyang picked up a nectarine and stuffed it into Ling Miao's mouth. Ling Miao took a bite of the peach and said, "Please me? It's too late!"
Ling Miao finished the peach in two bites. Su Yuyang saw him licking his mouth with unfinished content, and then said apologetically: "The peach was not washed."
The peach meat that had not yet been swallowed was stuck in his throat, and a second war was going on in Ling Miao's mind: Su Yuyang looked down upon him when he spit it out, and he felt panicked again after swallowing it.
When he was at a loss, Ling Miao turned his head and looked at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang's leisurely and contented look made Ling Miao swallow the peach meat with a choked breath. Ling Miao scolded Su Yuyang from head to toe in his mind, and muttered: "If you don't eat it cleanly, you won't get sick."
Su Yuyang gave a thumbs up, and Ling Miao said angrily: "Su Yuyang, you did this on purpose, right?"
Su Yuyang spread his hands to show his innocence. He took a peach, took a bite and said, "Idiot, the peach was washed."
"you… "
Ling Miao only felt a ball of fire rushing in his chest. Just as he was about to vent it, Su Yuyang acted as a fire extinguisher.
Su Yuyang reminded: "Wash the clothes I changed tomorrow. Remember, wash them by hand."
"Su Yuyang, just wait to wear rags from now on!"
Following Ling Miao's low curse, a peach core flew towards Su Yuyang with sparks, hitting Su Yuyang in the back of the head.