Mr. Turtle who lives opposite

Cheng Yijia decided to try to pursue Zhu Ze.

This idea is actually not abrupt. As a man who is about to turn 30, it is a small probability event to meet someone who can close his eyes and heart.

Although Cheng Yijia is gay, he doesn't have a playful attitude towards emotional matters because of this. From the day he knew his sexual orientation, he has been waiting for someone who can spend his life with him stably.

08:30am.

Cheng Yijia knocked on the door of Zhu Ze's house with the porridge and side dishes that he bought while walking the dog in the morning, and knocked politely three times, but no one came to open the door after waiting for a long time.Unhurriedly, he was about to raise his hand to knock again, when the door opened a crack from the inside.

The quilt was too tightly wrapped at night, and when Zhu Ze woke up, his whole body was sticky. He was taking a shower when he heard the knock on the door. He quickly washed off the foam on his body, and ran over to open the door with his clothes crooked.

His hair was up in a mess, and the clothes on his shoulders were soaked with dripping water. He looked at the person outside the door in confusion and surprise, and asked, "Mr. Cheng, what's wrong?"

Cheng Yijia's eyes moved from his dark red lips that were vaguely covered with water mist to his wet eyes, and said: "It's nothing, come and see how you are doing, if the fever hasn't subsided, I can take it with you when I go to work later." You go to the hospital."

Zhu Ze touched the back of his ear restrainedly, and thanked him warmly: "Thank you, I'm fine now."

Cheng Yijia nodded in response, passed the breakfast in his hand, and said, "I bought it on the way in the morning. I guess you just don't have much appetite, so I just packed some porridge and side dishes. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Zhu Ze was a little flattered, quickly took the things in his hands, and said, "It's too much trouble for you, you, would you like to come in for a glass of water?"

This sentence was almost blunt, of course Cheng Yijia could hear it, waved his hand, and smiled: "No, I have to go back and pack up and go to work."

"Ah," Zhu Ze looked up at him, his blushing blushing, and whispered, "Okay, okay."

Probably because he felt that it was too embarrassing to take other people's medicine and eat other people's breakfast, Zhu Ze wrapped his fingers around the plastic tape and pinched it tightly, and asked Cheng Yijia's back: "Mr. Cheng, do you have time? Let me treat you to dinner tonight, at my house."

Cheng Yijia paused when he was about to step into the house, turned his head with smiles on his face, and replied, "Yes, can it be at seven o'clock in the evening? Is it too late?"

Zhu Ze hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no."

"Okay," Cheng Yijia said, "I'll see you that night."

"See you."