Lu Yan hung up the phone, Xiao Heng leaned against the door to watch him.
"Sit down for a while."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he opened the refrigerator door and took out the dumplings.
After taking it, he specially moved the remaining dumplings to the middle to fill the gap, and his modus operandi was skillful.
Xiao Heng walked up behind him and leaned down from his angle, just in time to see his little movements clearly: "..."
Lu Yan squatted on the ground, still trying to dial.
A hand stretched out from behind.
Xiao Heng bent over and stood behind him, with his hands over his head, to pick the dumplings on the upper floor of the refrigerator.
The two people were on the same floor, and it didn't take long for them to restore their appearance before committing the crime.
Lu Yan pondered: "It's not too different from the original."
Xiao Heng dialed impatiently: "Don't worry about him so much."
Lu Yan pushed that layer back.
Xiao Heng also planned to stop.
However, Lu Yan got up suddenly, and Xiao Heng didn't have time to react. He put one hand on the refrigerator door and surrounded him.
Lu Yan: "..."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Behind Lu Yan was the cold air coming out of the refrigerator. The cold air slowly came out and hit his ankle and calf, just like the cold and careless face of the young master in front of him.
The two were very close.
So close that you can see your own reflection in the other person's pupils.
The CD player next to it was always on, and the volume was turned down very low, so you couldn't hear what it was singing if there was any movement.
But it's so quiet now.
Lu Yan found that he still couldn't hear which part the CD player sang, but Xiao Heng looked down at him, and the inaudible breathing sound was infinitely amplified by his ears.
It wasn't until his ankles were so cold that Lu Yan came back to his senses.
"You... Let it go?"
After Lu Yan finished speaking, Xiao Heng moved his finger on the refrigerator door and let go.
The distance from the refrigerator to the kitchen was only two or three steps, Lu Yan couldn't figure out why he ran away, it was like fleeing in a desperate situation, waiting for a quick run to pick up the pot to catch the water.
After receiving the water, he still turned his back to Xiao Heng and stared at the induction cooker.
Xiao Heng closed the refrigerator door and leaned his back against it, vaguely having the urge to smoke, but he rummaged through his pockets for a while and found neither a cigarette nor a lighter, and finally had to give up.
He fumbled for a while, and finally closed his palms slowly, and said, "You also need to watch the heat of the induction cooker?"
Lu Yan didn't turn his head back and said, "Do you have an opinion?"
Xiao Heng: "No."
Lu Yan: "Don't eat!"
Xiao Heng: "..."
After Lu Yan shouted, he felt that the atmosphere was normal.
The dumplings come down very quickly, just throw them in when the water boils. Although Viagra is not good at cooking, his technique of making dumplings is excellent, and he doesn’t know how to make the meat stuffing. According to Viagra himself, this is their unique secret recipe.
"How is it?" Lu Yan took the bowl and sat opposite Xiao Heng.
The dumplings are really good, and the young master, who has been accustomed to delicacies from mountains and seas since childhood, also gave a very high evaluation.
"good."
Xiao Heng said again: "No wonder you want to steal even if you are afraid of being beaten."
Lu Yan corrected him: "What is stealing? Good brothers help each other. Isn't it right to give selflessly?"
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he opened the part-time job website to refresh the part-time job information. If you don't hurry up to choose, the next day's part-time jobs may be all picked.
He turned two pages and remembered that there was an unemployed vagrant who was laid off with him sitting across from him. The person opposite him is worse than him. After buying the pile of pots, pans and mobile phones, he probably doesn't have any money left.
"How much do you have on you?" Thinking of this, Lu Yan asked.
"Over a thousand." Xiao Heng said.
"..." Lu Yan was surprised by the one digit more balance than he had imagined, "Damn it, where did you get so much money?"
No matter how you think about it, the salary of an Internet cafe network manager is not considered a high salary.
Lu Yan asked again: "Your salary?"
Xiao Heng replied: "Three thousand."
Lu Yan calculated in his mind, and finally came to a conclusion: "You don't eat?"
Xiao Heng: "I am a fairy?"
Xiao Heng said again: "Internet cafes sell instant noodles."
"It doesn't have to be so miserable." The young man of a wealthy family is reduced to become an Internet cafe administrator, and he lives on instant noodles every day. Lu Yan can't figure it out, "What are you doing with all this money?"
It's not like Lu Yan never lived the days of saving money by eating instant noodles.
But he usually brought new pianos, effectors, and various accessories. He subconsciously asked, "Buy a computer?"
What are you saving for
Xiao Heng himself couldn't tell.
He remembered a week after his choice was changed.
The teacher who often went to the computer room to instruct him came to him and said: "I know that your family is in a special situation, it doesn't matter, as long as you still want to learn, just send me an email and ask me if you don't understand anything."
Back then, he stood at the door of the computer room, and before the teacher could finish speaking, he interrupted, "No need."
The teacher froze.
He said again, "I won't play anymore."
"Xiao Heng, you are very talented. Look at the code you wrote last time. I didn't expect it. You..."
He repeated: "Teacher, I won't play anymore."
At that time, he felt that nothing was interesting, and that he had no energy to do anything.
money. liquor. Luxury car.
And unfettered, undisciplined time.
He indulged himself into Zhai Zhuangzhi's world of 'nothing, just be happy', and the further he went, the farther he was from himself at that time.
After leaving that house and moving into this building, something changed quietly. It seemed that a voice that had been sleeping in the bottom of my heart revived and kept coming out clamorously.
In the end, he still couldn't deny Lu Yan's phrase 'buy a computer'.
Seeing that he was silent, Lu Yan put down his chopsticks and patted him on the shoulder: "Go wash the dishes."
Lu Yan added: "I'm looking for part-time jobs. By the way, I'll let you see if there are any jobs available."
Lu Yan was lucky.
Before Xiao Heng finished washing the dishes, he found an easy job away from home.
Lu Yan leaned against the edge of the pool, raised his mobile phone in front of Xiao Heng and said, "Look at this, it's not bad, it's no more than three stops by bus. Temporary workers don't need an ID card."
Xiao Heng's hands were covered with detergent foam.
He turned on the faucet and looked over.
There is a line of words on the screen of the mobile phone: We are sincerely looking for two drivers of the washing machine in the shopping mall. They are required to be able to drive the washing machine flexibly, and the salary is calculated by the hour.
"..."
"What is a washing machine?"
The part-time jobs that Lu Yan has done can be found in almost all walks of life, but he has never experienced this kind of experience of driving a washing machine in a shopping mall.
Lu Yan explained: "It's the kind of cleaning car in the mall..."
This job is really beyond Xiao Heng's cognition.
Lu Yan couldn't explain clearly, so he simply searched for pictures on the Internet and showed him: "That's it."
The picture shows a dark blue washing machine.
This floor washing car has a one-piece body, a stylish yet stable shape, a quiet and comfortable seat, and a cool yellow light on the pole behind the car.
The car model is a white-haired elderly man, wearing a cleaning suit of the same color, with his hands on the steering wheel, showing a happy and satisfied smile as he drives slowly.
Xiao Heng: "..."
In addition to the steering wheel, there are different operating buttons on this unique car.
Leaving aside the bizarreness of this job, Heng Xiao asked: "Can you drive?"
Every time before looking for a job, Lu Yan never thinks about whether it will be possible or not, and it's over when he gets a job: "No."
Xiao Heng continued to wash the dishes and denied the job with his actions.
Lu Yan tried to persuade him: "I think we can meet."
Xiao Heng said: "I don't think we can."
Xiao Heng said again: "Is there any other choice?"
"No."
"..."
The two looked at each other for a long time.
"Forget it," Lu Yan compromised. The main reason for the compromise was that he and Xiao Heng didn't look like they could drive a washing machine, and no one would believe that they could, "I'll look for it again."
Lu Yan looked at the part-time website for a while, but didn't see anything suitable. He moved his eyes away from the phone screen and landed on Xiao Heng's hand.
Xiao Heng seldom washes dishes, and his work is not considered neat.
But it was stronger than Lu Yan imagined.
Seeing Xiao Heng washing the dishes, Lu Yan recalled the way he was typing on the keyboard in the Internet cafe that day.
These hands are still more suitable for typing on the keyboard... Lu Yan thought for no reason.
After Xiao Heng finished washing the dishes, he turned on the faucet.
Lu Yan bit a cigarette beside him and said, "Why don't you use my one first?"
Xiao Heng: "What?"
Lu Yan: "Computer."
Lu Yan lit the cigarette in his mouth: "Although my machine runs slowly, it will die if there is nothing to do. The sensitivity of the keys needs to be improved."
Xiao Heng looked up at him.
Lu Yan talked for a while, and then said: "Except for these things, it can barely be used."
Still no big reaction.
Lu Yan was about to say 'don't pull it down', but Xiao Heng asked: "Do you charge for the Internet fee?"
"You can pay if you want." Lu Yan said with a smile.
Lu Yan couldn't figure out what the young master was thinking.
When he picked up this person from the rainstorm that day, he had an illusion that this person seemed to have only a glamorous appearance, and his soul seemed to be empty.
But on the contrary, Xiao Heng has a kind of struggling power.
Although he may not even realize it.
Lu Yan's computer was really not easy to use, and it took a long time to turn it on.
"What's the password?" Xiao Heng asked after opening it.
"Eight eight." Lu Yan took the clothes into the bathroom.
The mobile phone password is also 8, everywhere is 8.
There was a pack of cigarettes next to the computer, and Xiao Heng took out one, not in a hurry: "Tsk, vulgar."
Lu Yangang took off his shirt and said, "Pay attention to your attitude, and think about who is the owner of this computer."
This broken computer, I don’t know if I don’t turn it on. When I turned it on, I found that not only was it slow and dissatisfied, but even one of the keyboard keys was broken. If I want to type a letter, I have to adjust it from the keyboard software that comes with the computer system.
Xiao Heng actually didn't know what to type into the code box when he sat down.
In the past four years, Internet technology has advanced rapidly. Although the foundation is still there, it is undeniable that he does not know much about many emerging technologies now, and even some things that he was so familiar with that he could type with his eyes closed have become blurred.
Xiao Heng first looked for a few tutorials he had seen before.
Everything around him was slowly blurring, and the figure of the boy who was reading the tutorial in the computer room four years ago became more and more clear before his eyes. Xiao Heng lowered his head to light the cigarette, then looked up, and in front of him was Lu Yan, who was less than two years old. Shiping rental house.
Xiao Heng stayed very late that day, and Lu Yan wrote nursery rhymes beside him for a while—in addition to the dining table in this room, there is only this computer desk next to the bed that can be used.
The computer desk is not big, Lu Yan is writing, Xiao Heng moves the mouse, and the two of them can start typing when their hands touch each other.
"Go away."
"...don't make trouble."
"Damn, don't squeeze me."
Lu Yan wrote for a while, stopped when his hair was about to dry, got up and leaned over to look at Xiao Heng's computer screen: "What are you, a tutorial?"
Xiao Heng pressed the cigarette into the ashtray.
"Um."
"Aren't you a little programming genius?" Lu Yan said, "you still need to read the tutorial."
Xiao Heng: "The times are advancing."
Before Lu Yan finally couldn't hold back and fell asleep, he could vaguely hear Xiao Heng's typing on the keyboard.
The next day, when Lu Yan woke up, Xiao Heng was no longer there.
I don't know how long the young master stayed up last night.
Thinking about it, Lu Yan opened the curtains and found that it was sunny.
The sun is shining and it is a good day.
Lu Yan glanced at the time again, turned on the computer, and planned to try to compose the half of the melody he wrote last night after breakfast.
As a result, he just opened the arrangement software, and saw a line of bold and bold words pop up on the interface:
The dog son is awesome.
Lu Yan: "..."
What the hell did this guy do last night? ?