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Liao Muyang closed the door and returned to the first floor.

First, he threw two noodle bowls into the dishwasher, and then he resigned himself to picking up the results of the explosive consumption on the table.

Bundles of vegetables and bags of sealed meat were stuffed into the refrigerator on the left door of the refrigerator by Liao Muyang, who thought it was troublesome, and the remaining large quantities of various beers were placed patiently in bottles. through the right door.

If someone he doesn't know opens the double-door refrigerator at the same time, he probably thinks that the owner of the house has a split personality, or that the double standard is too serious.

When Liao Muyang finished taking the last batch of beer, he suddenly saw a large bottle of milk mixed in it.

He looked up at the guest room on the second floor, put down the beer in his hand, picked up the bottle of milk, opened it, poured half a bowl into the bowl, opened the seasoning jar, put a spoonful of sugar in it, and stirred it. The bowl went into the microwave.

Liao Muyang thought about the large bruises on Lin Sheng's back, and guessed that he would not be able to sleep well tonight, this bowl of hot milk was quite necessary.

The sound of the microwave starting up filled the kitchen. He propped his hands on the table, looking down at the heat in the microwave, distracted.

Liao Muyang doesn't like dairy products very much, and he doesn't like sweets very much.

This bottle of milk, which has become an odd number among many bottles of wine, was randomly ordered when he saw it when he was placing an order for takeaway.

If you want to blame it, you can blame Lin Sheng for impressing him too deeply. It is so thin and fluffy that it is hard not to think of sweet milk and fluffy cake.

Liao Muyang has always been unable to resist this kind of visually soft physical impact, coupled with guessing and knowing something about Lin Sheng's family environment, it is inevitable that he feels a little pity?

The ding of the microwave oven suddenly sounded, Liao Muyang came back to his senses, straightened his waist and raised his hand to open the door of the microwave oven, took out the slightly hot bowl inside through a damp cloth, took out a ceramic cup, put the warm milk in the bowl After pouring it in, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen towards the second floor.

Lin Sheng huddled under the fluffy and soft quilt, holding the mobile phone with the lowest brightness adjustment, still maintaining a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He rubbed the three words Liao Muyang on the mobile phone screen countless times through the mobile phone screen.

Lin Sheng silently recited the name in his heart. He recited it many times and found it pleasant to hear and easy to remember.

This is the first number in his address book other than his parents, and it represents a variety of meanings, all of which are important and unique.

The door lock of the room suddenly made a sound, and Lin Sheng was so frightened that he turned off the phone screen instantly, revealing his face buried under the quilt, and looked at the door in panic.

It wasn't until he saw that it was Liao Muyang who came, that frightened expression on his face retracted a little bit, but it was retracted, but he became like an ostrich who was used to burying his head in the sand when he was frightened, hiding half of his face in the sand. The quilt was taken off, revealing only a pair of bright black eyes.

Liao Muyang looked directly at the bed, seeing that Lin Sheng was still asleep, he let go of his deliberate soft movements a lot.

He held the ceramic cup and placed it gently on the bedside table, and said to Lin Sheng.

"Hot milk helps sleep, drink it before going to sleep."

After leaving these words, Liao Muyang turned around and was about to go out, but he felt a weak resistance from the corner of his clothes just after taking two steps.

He glanced back, Lin Sheng, who was still shrunk under the quilt just now, escaped from the quilt, knelt on the bed obediently, straightened his waist, and stretched out a hand to gently grab the corner of his clothes.

Liao Muyang raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and just about to ask what's wrong, he saw Lin Sheng loosen the corner of his clothes, and raised his hand to gesture.

First he folded his thumbs and clicked, then he folded his four fingers together and opened and closed his thumbs a few times, and then folded his palms together and pressed his palms next to his cheeks in a sleeping motion.

-Thank you

-Good night

The sign language of these two sentences is very simple, Liao Muyang naturally understood it without even thinking about it.

He looked at Lin Sheng, who pursed his lips after finishing the movements, and obediently looked at Lin Sheng, who had a deep dimple in his heart. He didn't know which dead spot he was poked in, and he was so soft.

The childlike innocence of brother Liao who passed away early was completely stimulated. He said good night with a smile, and made good night sign language.

Lin Sheng's heart burst out of control quickly due to the contrasting cuteness, the eyes that finally mustered up the courage to look directly, then lowered down secretly, and the familiar warm powder hit the soft and white cheeks again.

And Liao Muyang, relying on his excellent eyesight in the dark, caught the slightest bit of warm powder before Lin Sheng lowered his head, and the tail of the big-tailed wolf was teased thoroughly again without the little quail knowing it.

"It's late, go to bed."

"After drinking the cup, put it on the bedside and don't take it out. I will take it tomorrow. Remember to lock the door when you go out tomorrow morning."

Liao Muyang didn't linger any longer, and even said these two sentences while turning around and closing the door, the meaning of "fleeing away" was really obvious, but fortunately, Lin Shengchun's pure mind was absolutely invisible.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Lin Sheng finally raised his gaze again, looking at the cup of warm milk.

He moved his seat and sat beside the bed, stretched out his hands to hold the cup of warm milk, and took a sip.

This sip of milk caused a contented smile to flash across those bright black round eyes. This glass of milk is sweet, and Lin Sheng likes sweets very much.

There was no one around in the room, Lin Sheng drank the milk in small sips one after another, but drank very slowly, as if he wanted to keep the rare sweetness in his mouth thoroughly.

Just after eating supper, the amount of milk was almost poured by Liao Muyang, no more, no less, it can drink comfortably, but it won't fill your stomach.

So much so that Lin Sheng held the cup and looked at the remaining amount eagerly, and the unsatisfactory energy was very strong.

The milk in the glass had bottomed out, Lin Sheng pursed his lips to remove the white milk stains on the top of his lips.

He followed Liao Muyang's words, didn't take out the cup, put it obediently on the bedside, stood up again, went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and then lay back on the bed and tucked into the bed.

The soft and warm bed was served with sweet hot milk, and Lin Sheng's stamina after exhausting his energy today was hooked at once.

Just 2 minutes after lying on the bed, the big round eyes opened and closed sleepily.

Some confused thoughts, still stuck on the fact that he just seized the opportunity to say good night to Liao Muyang, the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be that the sun never set in the sky on a sunny day.

Even the swelling and pain on the limbs and back disappeared a lot, Lin Sheng opened and closed his lips slightly and mouthed out the word Liao Muyang, and the eyelids that were fighting were completely lost to the sleepy consciousness, and they were tightly closed.

This night was the first time after Lin Sheng was beaten, he didn't have nightmares that he couldn't sleep all night, but instead, he slept peacefully all night without dreams.

Liao Muyang came out of the guest room, and the movement of going down the stairs was so fast, it was like Spiderman "jumping over the wall" in a hurry to save someone.

The remaining beer on the table was arranged by Liao Muyang and put into the refrigerator.

The pot with the handle is not convenient for the dishwasher. Brother Liao, who has always been too lazy to do housework, took the initiative to pick up the sponge ball shuttle for the first time to wash the pot.

That effort, even the movement of the muscles of the forearm, almost made the whole pot bald.

Liao Muyang stared at the pot that was cleaned after a few moments, rinsed the foam in his hands, pinched his waist with one hand, raised his neck and closed his eyes, took a deep breath through his nose, and suppressed the restlessness burning all over his body.

As for the movement of the old man doing Tai Chi to warm up his neck in the morning, Brother Liao lasted for 5 minutes before he let out his tightly pursed lips, and the word "良" disappeared in a flash in the silent kitchen.

The "young and energetic" brother Liao turned around while pinching his aching neck, and Tara kept walking with his slippers on. He opened the door, stood under the rain and snow-proof eaves at the door, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. .

The strong coolness of the mint mixed with the tobacco penetrated into the lungs. Brother Liao looked at the warm-colored lights under the eaves and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

With a hoarse smile squeezed out of his throat, the words he spoke were lightly scattered in the wind and snow.

"Tsk, what a fucking foul."