Hey, fate

The two bought the ingredients in a serious manner, took the wealth from the security uncle's hand, thanked them, and went to An Jia's house.

The two of them were holding one side of the plastic bag and walking on the road with the dog.

Xie Feng laughed suddenly, "Do you think we have lived in the past?"

An Jia also smiled, taking advantage of the darkening sky to hide the deep love in her eyes.

When they got home, the two of them looked at a table of ingredients, and it was An Jia who broke the silence first, "...who will do it?"

Xie Feng searched out the steamer and poured water into it, "Of course I'll do it, you help me. Steam the potatoes first, then mash them into puree."

An Jia saw that he was full of enthusiasm and seemed to be very professional, so she could only do what he said cautiously.

"Peel the shrimp, wash and cut the lotus root."

"……it is good."

"Beat two eggs and chop two shallots. I'll pour the oil on it first."

"...can you start a fire?"

"What do you mean……"

"I heard from my aunt that you almost blew up the kitchen before."

"...she spread rumors."

After all the fuss, the meal was finally served on the table. An Jia silently turned on the gas that Xie Feng forgot to turn off, and finally knew why the kitchen almost exploded.

He continued to use up Xie Feng's messy kitchen knives, and silently cleaned up the pots he forgot to put away. It seemed that he really couldn't be left alone at home, as there were textbook-level safety hazards everywhere.

Xie Feng dug a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth, "Well, it's okay. Try it."

An Jia looked at the plate of mashed potatoes that didn't look good, and tasted it cautiously, unexpectedly it was really good, he nodded at Xie Feng.

Xie Feng had a little complacency on his face: "How about it, is it delicious?"

An Jia smiled, reached out and rubbed his head, "Why do you look rich?"

Xie Feng said calmly: "I haven't washed my hair for two days, you can touch it vigorously."

An Jia didn't dislike it at all, "You can take a shower later, and you can wash your clothes."

Xie Feng nodded, he was at An Jia's house as if he was at his own home, there was no need to be polite or anything, see you outside.

Xie Feng came out of the bathroom wiping his hair. An Jia was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. When he saw Xie Feng coming, he smiled and showed him the mobile phone, "Look at our school post."

Xie Feng took the phone, "It's just that our school's post bar is still not cold? What year is it, and there are still people playing it."

Immediately, his hand froze in mid-air, and on the screen was a fine-tuned post titled "The gentleness of bowing the head! The shyness that can't bear the cool breeze! Look what a treasure I found!!"

Xie Feng, who sighed with several exclamation marks, was stunned. He deeply felt that this was a title with a voice. He lightly "fucked" and scrolled down. The content was a photo of him and An Jia after school. Pay attention, the two seem very close, and even captured the moment when An Jia pinched his face, not only added a filter, but also refined it.

Xie Feng raised his eyebrows, and scrolled down with great interest.

An Jia looked at Xie Feng's expression and didn't think he was disgusted. He continued to slide down.

The handsome guy on the left: Xie Feng, male, [-] years old, a senior in high school, a buddhist boy, likes to sleep, and is low-key! ! !but!He is the author of Gao Yixi!Comrades!Quickly call Brother Feng! !It's him!Show us the way forward!It's him!Give us the encouragement of love!It's him!Lead us to advance bravely without fear of power!He is the hero of the people!

Seeing this, Xie Feng felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his hair and lay down next to An Jia, "It's not good, it's too exaggerated."

An Jia patted his head, "Who made you look good."

Xie Feng patted his hand away, and muttered: "I find that you like to touch my head very much now, and you also like to praise me for looking good." He turned over, stared at An Jia, and teased, "Tell me, are you in love with me?"

An Jia was smiling, Xie Feng's eyes were close at hand, he looked at those eyes with a little fascination for a while, and then said in a strange way: "Yes."

Xie Feng couldn't help being stunned when he heard the instability in An Jia's voice and the trembling end, why did it sound so...serious?He felt weird, and annoyed that he had made a bad joke, he turned his head and continued to flip through the post without saying a word.

Only then did An Jia realize what she had said, and she really wanted to slap herself to wake herself up. An Jia rubbed her eyes, thinking that no matter whether it looked like she was trying to cover up something or not, she had to explain it anyway, "...I just..."

Xie Feng interrupted him, and showed him the phone, "By the way, I've wanted to ask you a long time ago, do you smoke?"

An Jia took the phone and saw the details written on it:

The handsome guy on the right: An Jia, [-] years old, third year in high school, big iceberg! !The terrifying high school exam slaughterer! !A member of the school radio station, with unknown hobbies, so stay away from strangers! !He is the founder of the first big-character poster! ! !A real god-like existence! !Oh yes, he still smokes!Nima is so handsome! !

An Jia was helpless, "Can this be discovered? I don't think many people know about it."

Xie Feng dismissed it, "Be honest, let me tell you, that idiot Chang Cheng knows it all."

"Then he has smelled it."

"Smoke? Why didn't I smell it?"

"It's very faint. He also smokes, so he can smell it."

"Why are you smoking? How long has it been?"

"I'm not feeling well, it's been more than a month."

While talking, An Jia took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and lit them, "What? Let me try it?"

Xie Feng frowned and pushed his hand away, "I don't want it, and you smoke less."

An Jia brought her hand back to her lips mockingly and took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it after a long while. Xie Feng was watching his silhouette in the dark room. The dark sky shone in through the gaps in the curtains, and the atmosphere was a bit indescribably ambiguous.

It is undeniable that Xie Feng thinks he is a bit handsome and a bit different, it is very comfortable to look at, and he doesn't mind smoking second-hand smoke, so he just looks at him like that.The room was so quiet that there was only the ticking of the clock and the occasional clicking of the air conditioner. After a while, he felt drowsy, so he said, "Shall I sleep here? I'm a little sleepy."

An Jia let out a "hmm" and helped him pull the quilt, just like in the dormitory that night, he put out his cigarette and leaned against the bed for a while.

Xie Feng didn't really care much about the comments in the post that so many people said "be worthy of a face" and "get married soon". Does it mean that he doesn't dislike these things?

Then he... can he have the courage to confide in him?Will he refuse, will he break off the relationship?

For the first time in her life, An Jia no longer had the meticulous thoughts of the usual homework in An Jia's mind, only a mess of feelings remained.

He got out of bed, sat in front of the table, turned on the lamp, and began to write to Xie Feng the letter that he hesitated for a week but failed to write.

midnight.

He finally finished writing, closed the pen cap, walked to the porch, and quietly stuffed the letter into the mezzanine of the schoolbag that Xie Feng brought.

As soon as I returned to the bedroom, I heard Xie Feng's sleepy voice from the huddled under the quilt: "You will be unhappy in the future...tell me...you know."

An Jia was startled, and looked down, Xie Feng had already fallen asleep, his face was buried in the quilt, and he was still holding his mobile phone, but he was still reading the sentence he said in his heart: I feel uncomfortable.

An Jia had a lot of thoughts for a while, yes, this is Xie Feng, he won't say such provocative words, but he always cares about him silently.

An Jia pulled back the quilt, lay down, and lay down face to face with him, he looked at Xie Feng's face motionlessly, as if he wanted to engrave him in his mind, finally he pressed a kiss on his forehead trembling slightly and piously And affectionately, "You recruited me, don't blame me."

"Good night."