The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

My hand was a little shaken when I took the sneak shot, which made the photo a bit blurry.

Later, Chen Yici secretly took many photos of Zuo Zhu, but Chen Yici still loves this one the most.

The man is sitting by the lake, surrounded by people, but he can be easily separated from the crowd with a drooping eye. A few strands of hair hang down in front of his eyes. The man who is usually deserted and unapproachable is rarely seen in this photo. Softness comes.

He set this picture as a screen saver, watched it every day but still felt that it was not enough, so he couldn't help but washed it out, framed it in a photo frame and put it on the wall.

I just didn't expect to be seen by the person involved.

Chen Yici came to his senses belatedly, walked over to cover up and snapped off the photo frame.

Zuo Zhu is very observant, and once he enters the house, he has a panoramic view of the whole house, including the photo.

He walked over to pick up another family photo.

It's a less formal family portrait. To be precise, Chen Zhizhi is taking a selfie with his mobile phone in front, and the people behind him are gesturing into the mirror.

Zuo Zhu looked at this photo: "Do you have any photos from your childhood?"

Chen Yici thought for a while, but he really fiddled with a corner for a long time to come up with a photo.

There is a group photo in the orphanage as a souvenir, but there is nothing to miss.

He hadn't recalled the days there since he came out of the orphanage, and he thought he had lost that photo.

As a result, it was found out from the corner of the pile of debris.

Chen Yici patted the dust on it, took a breath and wiped it, and handed it to Zuo Zhu.

The age of the photo has been a bit long, and it is black and white. In addition, it has not been carefully protected, and the face of the child on it has been blurred.

It was a big group photo, full of children, even Chen Yici himself couldn't quite remember where he was standing.

He tried hard to identify while remembering, trying to point out his own existence from the photo, but obviously failed.

Seeing the person in front of him gesticulating with his index finger on the photo in pain, unable to fall down, Zuo Zhu couldn't help a smile, stretched out his hand to grab the cramped finger, and landed on the upper right corner of the photo: "This. "

Chen Yici slightly widened his eyes and looked at the photo carefully, but he almost stared a hole, but he still didn't realize that it was him.

All the heads in the photo looked similar to him, and his own face looked nothing special, blurry, small, and not opened yet.

He stared at the photo curiously and said, "I looked like this when I was a child, how did you tell the difference?"

Zuo Zhu's voice was very weak: "He looks the best."

Zuo Zhu spoke casually and very naturally, as if he was praising another person.

Chen Yici looked at the person whose face was not recognizable at all in the photo, and stared at Zuo Yi with red ears.

The rain outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, and even had a tendency to pour down.

Chen Yici was a little worried subconsciously: "It's raining so hard, why don't you wait before leaving?"

He was a little sleepy, and he could hear a little tiredness when he spoke.

Zuo Zhu noticed that his voice also softened a bit, and was so gentle and deep: "Okay, you go to sleep first."

Chen Yici climbed onto the bed, rubbed comfortably under the quilt, resisted the desire to close his eyes, and turned to the side to make room for a space: "You come up too, wrap up in the quilt to be warmer. "

It was too cold outside, and he was terribly cold. This time, his consciousness was hazy again, and he felt drowsy. He subconsciously forgot that men were born in the ice and snow, and never shivered from the cold.

Zuo Zhu glanced at him and didn't move.

Chen Yici was so sleepy that he stretched out his hand to grab the man's hand, trying to drag him onto the bed.

Zuo Zhu was led to bed by him.

The man barely covered half of the quilt, as if he went to bed to comfort him, he gave most of the quilt to Chen Yici, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

At some point, the pattering rain outside the window subsided and gradually stopped.

The light in the room was dim, shining into a small corner.

Zuo Zhui's eyes fell on the sleeping person.

Wumao has been very clingy to Chen Yici lately, and even sneaks into Chen Yici's bed at night.

The wooden door of the bedroom creaked, and with a few meows, Wumao walked briskly, wanting to rub the warm blanket and arms as usual.

However, the moment Da Fat Ju saw the person on the bed, he let out a shrill cry similar to the fact that the territory was occupied by other cats.

When he saw what the person on the bed was doing, Wu Mao was furious.

The man slightly bent down and kissed the sleeping man, his movements were very light, but his eyes showed a sense of aggression and possession that he would never have when he was awake.

In his sleep, Chen Yici endured this kiss in a daze.

Wumao stepped forward furiously, wanting to step forward with one paw and pull away the person who bullied Chen Yici.

As soon as he stretched out his paws to reach the quilt, the man lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently.

Wumao: ...

Although there is no emotion in the man's eyes, he can still stare at people without armor.

No, stare at the cat.

Wumao retracted its paws tremblingly. The cat, which was still imposing just now, seemed to be an old man. It arched its back to reduce its sense of existence, and escaped gently on catwalks.

It was already the next morning when Chen Yici woke up.

He has been sleeping heavily lately. He wanted to lie down with Zuo Zhu last night, but he fell asleep right away, and he didn't even know when Zuo Zhu left.

The half of the bed on the left is already empty, and the rain outside the window has stopped. It seems that I have been walking for a long time.

Chen Yici got up, washed up and sat down at the dining table.

When he was alone, he didn’t make breakfast when he got up late, and his life was simple and casual, and sometimes he just had one meal a day when he was too lazy to do it.

But after coming over from the family, every morning no matter how late he gets up, there is still a warm breakfast for him. After going out to work and coming back home late, the aroma of vegetables is flying.

Chen Yici cherishes this hard-won fireworks atmosphere very much.

At the very beginning, he still looked up and was in awe of this family. Knowing that they were outstanding masters in various fields, he would inevitably feel a sense of distance.

But later, the more we got along, the more I discovered that this family was no different from ordinary people. They ate and slept the same, and gave him love like a family member.

That's enough for him.

He was sitting in front of the dining table, just picked up the chopsticks, when his mother came over, wearing an apron, glanced at him, her gaze fell on his lips, she froze for a moment, then gave him a moderate glance, as if she was kind of big There is nothing to do not stay.

Chen Yici was taken aback.

After Chen Zhizhi went to the table, he also stared at him, and sighed for a while.

Chen Yici:? ?

He touched his face in a little embarrassment, but found nothing unusual, and then went to the mirror to look, only to find that his lips were a little abnormally red and swollen.

He touched it, a little puzzled.

It's winter, and there are still mosquitoes.

The mosquitoes are quite rampant.

He didn't think much about it, but ordered an extra plate of mosquito coils when he went to bed the next day.

But except for that day, the mosquitoes died down again in the next few days.

It was getting colder and colder recently, Chen Yici was afraid of the cold, so he thickened the quilt and added a layer of fleece to Wumao's nest.

But today was unexpectedly good weather, the warm sun was shining on the cornfield, and Wumao also rarely ran out of the stove, squinting in the courtyard.

Chen Yici was sitting in the courtyard with a glass of honey water, and Wumao was squatting at his feet, one person and one cat all squinted their eyes slightly to enjoy the warm sun.

Sitting in the courtyard and looking out, there are endless hillsides, and there are houses on the hillsides.

There was no work to do today, Chen Yici felt sleepy while sitting, hugged the quilt and closed his eyes in the courtyard.

It is easy to not wake up after taking a nap. He is obviously about to wake up, but there always seems to be something pressing him down.

Chen Yici felt a little cold when he fell asleep, but when he was half asleep, he just wrapped the quilt tightly, and couldn't get up to get another bed.

It was too cold and woke up once, and he just got up and wrapped the five hairs on the ground into his arms as a hand warmer.

But it seems to be useful, and I don't feel cold after holding it for a while.

After an unknown period of time, the rustling sound of electric current sounded in his mind, waking him up.

He rubbed his eyes in a daze, and called the system a few times in his mind, but there was no response.

He opened his eyes and found that Zuo Zhu was sitting beside him, his whole body was covered by a thick quilt, and the five hairs in his arms had long since disappeared.

It turned out to be because of this warming.

Zuo Zhu's tone was not very good: "Don't sleep outside next time, it's easy to catch cold."

Chen Yici nodded, straightened the quilt, woke up, and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Dai Qing under Zuo Zhu's eyes looked much lighter than before, and looked much better: "Come and have a look."

Chen Yici nodded, hugging the quilt and preparing to enter the room, he looked up at the sky: "Are you staying here tonight?"

Nod from left to right.

Chen Yici said: "Then I'll make your bed, don't live on the roof, it's been cold lately."

Zuo Zhu nodded, it didn't matter where he lived, before he met Chen Yici he lived in the ice and snow, but after crossing over, he lived on the eaves because of the spaciousness.

Chen Yici had already tidied it up a long time ago. After the room was cleaned, a lot of furniture was added, and Chen Zhizhi also helped tidy it up for several days.

He poked his head out from under the quilt, put it down and took out the mosquito coil and said, "I'll give you some mosquito coil, I don't know what's going on, there are still mosquitoes in winter."

Zuo Zhu looked up at the room: "Mosquito?"

"Yes," Chen Yici made the bed, "It was the day you came that my mouth was swollen."

Zuo Zhu looked at him and said with a smile: "Mosquitoes are quite powerful."

Chen Yici nodded, and when he was about to light it, Zuo Zhu stopped him: "No need, I don't attract mosquitoes."

Chen Yici was right when he thought about it, it should be because mosquitoes are afraid of being left behind.

The room is not too big, but it is full of things, which makes the room look very warm. At that time, Chen Zhizhi proposed to install pink curtains to make it feel more homely, but Chen Yici stopped him.

Chen Yici made a circle around the arrangement, feeling quite satisfied: "Check if there is anything missing, this will be your room from now on."

Zuo Yi repeated it, feeling a little novel: "My room?"

Chen Yici nodded, noticing the strange look in his eyes looking around, and thoughtfully said: "This is the first time you have your own room."

Zuo Zhui nodded, and picked up the photo of Chen Yici placed on the desk, which was strongly requested by Chen Zhizhi, saying that putting it on would definitely help Zuo Zhui to maintain a happy mood:

"Owned a world, but never owned a room of one's own."

Very strange feeling.

He put down the photo frame, lowered his head slightly and kissed Chen Yici's earlobe, and said slowly, "I'm very happy."