mistaken for disaster

The alarm clock goes off at twelve noon.

Sleepy-eyed, Ning Yue forcibly shook himself out of the bed, unconscious, hugged the pillow and squirmed towards the balcony, opened the window, and let in the cold wind.

"Today I will continue to clean up the house." He said to himself, "After finishing, I have to go out and cut my hair. The hair is too long."

Thinking about it again, in addition to getting up half an hour earlier every day step by step, we should try our best to quit takeaway. It is time for the kitchen to play its due role.

"I can."

Ning Yue stretched his long waist and cheered himself up again: "Just wait and see!"

Last night because of night sweats, he changed a whole set of bedding. Ning Yue rolled them up and took them to wash. He just touched the doorknob and stopped moving. The bloated eyeballs also reminded him that he should recall some Qiong Yao plots.

He apologized, vented, hugged, laughed at himself, and even said "call the police if you don't move away".

The bowl of eight-treasure porridge in the early morning still supplied calories, not hungry, and his heart was cool. Ning Yue blinked and was a little afraid that when he opened the door, he found that the next door was empty and left only a lonely key.

Turning the doorknob, Ning Yue was in a daze. He suddenly regained his heartbeat when he saw half a month's uninterrupted breakfast on the small table. He lowered his eyes, walked to the bathroom, and mechanically threw the sheets into the washing machine for washing, then stood still on Lu Feizhou Look around the door of the room, wardrobe, bed, desk.

Too neat, not at all enough to remove tension.

Ning Yue stepped into the bedroom, ran straight to the closet, opened the sliding door, and folded or hung clothes one by one. The suitcase on the bottom floor was sleeping quietly between the partitions, with no intention of being useful at all.

Ning Yue closed the sliding door with a soft "bang". He rested his forehead on it and murmured, "What are you doing so shamelessly... Didn't I tell you to move away..."

Today I drank soy milk and ate three fresh bean curds.

Ning Yue sat on a small bench and swiped his phone while enjoying the meal. He successfully made an appointment at a barber shop and met with Teacher Tony at seven o'clock in the evening.

After eating, the cleaning continued.

Ning Yue held a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, but his eyes were attracted by the two light yellow sticky notes next to the pennant.

He took it off and read silently word by word: Ning Yue, I will not work overtime tonight, and I will be back at about 06:30.Do you have anything to eat?I'll buy some vegetables and come back to cook, and reward you for your hard work in cleaning the house.Lu Feizhou.

Ning Yue refused to believe it, and read it twice, but still refused to believe it.

He simply went to look at the second note: You are dressed like a milk candy, you look good, and the hair you tied up is also very interesting and cute.

Ning Yue's heartbeat was deafening.

He froze in place, dazed, dazed by the two flimsy sheets of paper.

What is, what is very cute?

No, is that the point?

Ning Yue held up the sticky note again, and looked carefully, and found that the comma after "very interesting" was changed from a period, so the words "very cute" should be added after it.

Ning Yue was stunned again, thinking hard with his battered head, wondering if Lu Feizhou was afraid that he would misunderstand that funny sentence was a sarcasm, so he added the safer word "cute"?

It’s still late today, we should greet the sun at six o’clock, and see if the sun is coming out from the west.

And Lu Feizhou can cook?

No, that's not the point either!

Shouldn't the point be that Lu Feizhou, who has only been criticizing and preaching for thousands of years, knows how to praise and praise?Things that were so longed for and out of reach suddenly happened like this, and suddenly became within reach.

"Is it a dream?" Ning Yue stared at the note, "I'm sleepwalking? Are you butterflies? Two butterflies?"

He leaned the broom against the wall, raised his hand to touch his hair, then lowered his head, and found a grain of glutinous rice on the cow's belly.

Ning Yue blushed slowly.

Although he has been disheartened for a long time, there is still a handful of small flames of unwillingness to extinguish for a long time, waiting, struggling to support, it is it that is causing trouble, making decadence restless, making anxiety stir up waves, and making him fall into a deep depression. He couldn't extricate himself from self-loathing and trying to save himself.

But without any warning, at this moment, the two sticky notes left by the disaster seemed like a large handful of fresh oxygen, pouring into the long-suffering and depressed chest cavity, and the small flames smelled life, jumped and burned. His heart beat faster and his cheeks burned hot.

"Not really."

"Don't be so useless."

"What is this, this is nothing."

But even the eye sockets were burning hot.

"Think about how ruthless and inhuman he was before, think about him..."

Ning Yue bit his lip, stopped trembling, and continued to whisper: "Think about him looking down on you, he annoys you...you are so touched...Think about his arrogance...he is...a bastard..."

Ning Yue knelt down and hugged himself, sobbing gradually out of control, he clenched the two pieces of paper and cried loudly.