Sword walking

Since officially moving into the seventh room on the third floor, Su Muqiu saw Ye Xiu's lazy way of coping with life casually, and knew that Fang Rui and Huang Shaotian's garbage dump would be a lesson for him if he didn't do anything, so he quickly accepted the self-defined identity of "owner", He took over all the housework in an open and aboveboard way, from cooking and laundry to repairing light bulbs, and all the chores were carried by himself.

Ye Xiu: "Grandpa Su..."

Su Muqiu: "Little Ye Zi, get out of here."

Ye Xiu folded his arms around his chest, his black eyes narrowed slightly behind his cold glasses: "Student Su, is this your attitude towards the teacher?"

"Miss Ye, if I were you, I would not stand in front of those who do housework."

"Why? Are you going on strike?"

Su Muqiu was expressionless, holding a bucket in his left hand and a mop in his right: "Because I have a weapon in my hand."

Teacher Ye heheed twice, and left in a hurry.

Ye Xiu's house looks empty and there are not many things, but in fact it is not. The owner himself seems to choose the latter without hesitation between the major choice of compromising with life and compromising with himself.The places that can be seen are clean and tidy, but a thick layer of dust has accumulated in dark corners such as under the sofa, corners of the wall, and window cracks, and odds and ends such as coins and paper clips lie lonely in the dark.

Originally, Su Muqiu didn't care about these, let alone find out. After all, his living habits are not much different from all the students nowadays, so he doesn't pay attention to these blind spots.If he hadn't found half a soda biscuit in the crevice when he was tidying the bed cover of the sofa bed in the study room, and searched all the way, he would never have thought of cleaning other people's houses.

In addition, the drawers in the living room, the bookcase in the study, etc., the things inside were probably all stuffed in by Ye Xiu, and they were in a mess. When opening the drawers at random, they could find the empty instant noodle bags caught in a pile of documents. People with a little bit of cleanliness fell into fainting every minute, not to mention the crisis, Su Muqiu was almost smashed in the head by a bag of things that suddenly fell from the bookcase.

A comprehensive arrangement is imperative.

With such a calculation, the project is huge...Su Muqiu took a deep breath.

Taking advantage of the good weather, he first asked Ye Xiu to hand in all the pillows and quilts in his room, and boldly stuffed all the removable and washable ones into the washing machine, then shook out the two thick winter quilts and spread them evenly on the balcony railing , bask in the sun to get rid of mildew.

In addition, the balcony is also a place that needs to be tidied up.There are evergreen trees of Su Muqiu's uncertain species planted in the community, the tree closest to the seventh room on the third floor, as long as you lean slightly outward, you can touch the branches, and some dead leaves inevitably fall on the balcony.

Su Muqiu was busy on the balcony, turned around, and saw Ye Xiu lazily leaning against the window.

He was wearing a crumpled long-sleeved T-shirt, and the hems of thick cotton trousers were so long that they stepped on the ground. When Su Muqiu looked over, Ye Xiu was playing Match [-] with one hand, while the other hand was scratching his long-lost eyes under the clothes. white belly.

Except for the pair of glasses, there is nothing like "Mr. Ye". His usual image is so shattered that it is really difficult for people to feel a little bit of respect, and even have self-doubts like "Did I respect this person before?"...

Ye Xiu rubbed his stomach, put down his clothes, thinking that it was rare to feel hungry before his stomach ached.

Having lived with stomach problems for many years, the sense of hunger and satiety has gradually shrunk. Since he doesn't feel much, Ye Xiu doesn't insist on eating and drinking on time, and his work and rest naturally become chaotic.Now he has been eating and drinking for a few days, but he was unexpectedly hungry not long after lunch.

Exiting the level of Xiao Xiao Le, Ye Xiu turned off his mobile phone, and was looking for soda crackers in stock, waiting for dinner, when he found Su Muqiu staring at him with a complicated expression.The moment the eyes of the two met, Su Muqiu naturally bent down to pick up the laundry in the basket, and shook his arms to dry them, avoiding Ye Xiu's gaze.

Ye Xiu looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "It's so boring."

"This is boring..."

"Yeah." Ye Xiu nodded unceremoniously.

"Then don't follow here!"

"As the owner of the house, of course I have to care about the living habits of the tenants. Mu Qiu, can you find the bathroom? Do you know where the pots and pans are..."

Su Muqiu glared at him: "Then tell me, where are the pots and pans?"

Ye Xiu smiled secretly, pretending to be surprised on the surface: "What kind of things are there in this house?"

"...What do you think you can do to help?" Su Muqiu sighed, "The pots and pans are on the table, and one of them is called a rice cooker, do you know it?"

"Young man, don't underestimate people." Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows.

"It's good to know each other." Su Muqiu nodded, waved his hand, and pointed to the kitchen, "I boiled corn, took the things to the corner to eat, and found a place to play after eating, understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xiu stepped on his slippers and turned into the kitchen.

The kitchen was quite different from the cool look in Ye Xiu's memory.Some things that were decorated when buying the house, included as a gift, Ye Xiu bought and threw them aside, neatly put them in the right place, and seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, sugar and so on were brought back by the two of them a few days ago In the small bottle, it adds a lot of home feeling.The rice cooker is placed against the wall, faintly emitting the sweet aroma of corn.

The freshly cooked corn on the cob was very hot to the touch, and Ye Xiu's fingertips were red from the heat, so he shook it a few times before carefully holding the corn in his hand.He looked at the full grains of sweet corn, and suddenly raised his head to stare at the busy figure with a thoughtful expression.

Su Muqiu, who exchanged food for a moment of peace of mind, improved his efficiency in a straight line. He finished the task of drying clothes in twos and twos, and started to clean the house. What he didn't expect was that just after tidying up the living room, he saw Ye Xiu shaking the room, mouthing He chewed the corn drum by drum.

He wanted to ignore it, but Ye Xiu ate and dropped it. If he connected the falling corn kernels into a line, he might be able to see Ye Xiu's movement trajectory, which is really annoying.

How do you eat this?Su Muqiu had a terrible headache.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ye Xiu's face was full of innocence: "Look for the remote control..."

"You... Forget it, sit down."

Su Muqiu angrily pushed him into the sofa, took out the remote control and stuffed it for him.

Since Teacher Ye could not be sent to wash the rags, Su Muqiu's only request during the cleaning was to ask Ye Xiu to move his feet away so that he would not be in the way of his work.So Ye Xiu lay on the sofa with peace of mind, gnawed on the corn that Su Muqiu had steamed, and watched the brainless TV series that had been replayed hundreds of times, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Su Muqiu, speed up." Ye Xiu shouted.

The person who was called rolled his eyes while leaning on a mop: "What are you rushing for? What else does Mr. Ye want to order?"

"If you don't get it done sooner, will you have time to prepare dinner?"

"Why haven't I seen you eat so diligently before?"

"In the past, no one cooked, so it was convenient, but now it's not as good as before." Ye Xiu said naturally.

Su Muqiu squeezed the grip tightly, thinking in his mind how many ways to rely on the weapon at hand to make a person survive rather than die.

"And you made way to block the TV."

"..."

Perhaps Su Muqiu's aura was too resentful, Ye Xiu sat down obediently after making a fuss for a while, the former silently recited the formula and calmed down, picked up the tools and continued cleaning.

It didn't take much time to eat a corn, the male and female protagonists in the TV series were about to reunite, and the touching prelude to the sensational soundtrack played, Ye Xiu turned off the TV with a beep, got up and went back to the room, Su Mu saw this, raised the volume and shouted.

"Wait a minute, what places in the house can't go in? Or what things can't be touched?" Su Muqiu asked.

"No." Ye Xiu shook his head.

"No? Your room, no?"

"Including my room, there is nowhere to go here. Anyway, there are no valuables." Ye Xiu smiled, and tapped his forehead with his fingertips, "I am the most expensive person in the whole room."

It sounded quite brazen, but Ye Xiu was telling the truth.Su Muqiu resisted the urge to stab someone with a mop, and drove this great god into the room, telling him not to come out to be an eyesore until the cleaning was finished.

"Call me if you need help."

"Don't make trouble, just help." Su Muqiu pouted.

Before Ye Xiu went back to the room resentfully, he didn't forget to say "Since there is corn, I want to eat golden fried corn for dinner", he was so angry that he was so angry.

What is that, I have never heard of it!He can only cook home-cooked food, okay?

Depressedly searching for recipes and making sure that he didn't need to go out to buy ingredients, Su Muqiu had a premonition that if he stayed with Ye Xiu, he would either be pissed off, or his patience would increase, and he would become a Buddha instantly.

Repeatedly convincing himself that impulsivity is the devil, and beating Ye Xiu hard won't please anyone. Throughout the afternoon, he cleaned the whole environment neatly, wiped off his sweat, and slowly tidied up the things in the cabinets and drawers.

Sorting out sundries is a skillful job. Su Muqiu's head automatically divides the order of packing things, sorting and storing them one by one, with a strong sense of priority and order, neat and orderly, which looks pleasing to the eye.

He took out the bag from his study that he almost hit someone before, and there were many decorative gadgets in it, such as the little bird hanging by the window, the luminous wall sticker with star pattern, and the solar flower with swinging leaves They are not expensive items, and the overall color is pink and light, which is obviously the style that girls like.

Su Muqiu was holding a small elevator card with gradually beautiful layers, secretly thinking that Mucheng might like these things, but he didn't know where Ye Xiu got them.

Although the residents are all male, Su Muqiu picks out some suitable ones and puts them up with the idea that not using them is wasting.While doing this, a part of him calmly wondered how far Ye Xiu could accept "Su Muqiu".

He casually opened the bottom drawer.

An empty glass bottle rolled out and hit the drawer lightly, making a crisp sound.

He casually put the empty glass bottle on the table, and then flipped through the contents.Compared to other storage spaces that are packed to the brim, this layer of drawers is really too empty. Su Muqiu fished out two or three empty glass bottles, and there was nothing left.

The thick glass bottle has exactly the same shape, it is slightly heavy in the hand, about the size of an adult's palm, and there is nothing inside.

Just thinking about where this shape seemed to have been seen, Su Muqiu turned around the bottle, and after seeing the label on the front, his face slowly sank.

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