【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

As a result, after the meal, Minglou himself made the one that said "unpalatable" first, but Mingcheng and Mingtai added more bowls because of their poor sense of taste due to illness.After eating, Minglou saw Mingcheng sitting there dozing off again, so he ordered Mingtai to clean up the table and let Mingcheng go to bed.

Mingcheng insisted on taking a shower, and soon fell asleep.This time, I probably ate something and felt comfortable in my stomach, but I didn't have any strange dreams.He just fell asleep, and suddenly felt his side sinking. He touched a furry thing with his backhand, and woke up suddenly.

But when he woke up, he understood—it was Minglou who fell asleep beside him.

"Woke you up?" / "Why are you here?"

Both of them fell silent while speaking, and then both laughed again.After laughing for a while, Mingcheng turned over, and whispered to Minglou, "Go back quickly. Otherwise, the little thing will say that there is a rat in the house again."

Instead, Ming Lou hugged him with a little strength: "No. I don't make a sound when I walk."

The four-bedroom house they lived in had the master bedroom facing east, the other two facing south, and the smallest one on the northeast corner.Before Mingtai came to France, both Minglou and Mingcheng slept in the room on the south side. When Mingtai came, Minglou moved to the room on the east side, letting his two younger brothers live in the two south-facing rooms.They lived in peace and harmony for several years, until the two of them came back from Leningrad. At first, they were safe and sound.

This is of course because both of them are very cautious and know how to restrain themselves.But no matter how cautious and restrained, they are still young people in love, living under the same roof, and the two are deeply in love. In the middle of the night, it is unavoidable occasionally to "put socks on the steps, and carry gold-threaded shoes".They thought they were perfect, for example, as long as Mingtai was at home, they would never spend the night in the same room, but unexpectedly, one day, Mingtai casually mentioned at the dinner table that there might be rats in the house.One day when he got up at night, he heard rustling sounds in the aisle.

At that time, Mingcheng was cutting oranges, but he lost his aim and almost cut his hand; Minglou just frowned when he heard this, and told Mingtai not to eat snacks in the bedroom.The next day, I got someone to come to the house to get rid of the mice—of course they found nothing.However, for a month, none of them entered the gate of Fuchang.

So when Mingcheng mentioned these three words again, even in the darkness, the two felt that each other's breathing stopped, and then they couldn't help but exchanged a kiss as a matter of course.

After the separation, Mingcheng felt that he was not burned at first, and this time it might not be good.But reluctant to return, he still whispered to the people around him: "There is still a quilt in the cabinet, you turn on the light and take it out."

Minglou laughed at him: "You, don't you have no self-control at all?"

After a while, Mingcheng answered him in a softer voice: "No."

Minglou suddenly fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that Mingcheng felt his whole body was burning hot, and only then did he feel Minglou pat him on the back lightly: "Don't take it, just sleep like this. It's okay, when you fall asleep, I'll go back."

Mingcheng lightly tugged on the sleeve of Minglou's pajamas in the dark: "Then I won't sleep anymore, I'll be sleeping all afternoon."

"It's not a child anymore, talking stupid things." Minglou smiled lowly, touched Mingcheng's forehead, and kissed again, "If you have a cold, you need to sleep more and drink more water. Good night."

Mingcheng was distracted, at first he thought that he would not be able to fall asleep no matter what, but he never thought that Minglou's body was very warm, and his breathing was steady and deep. In such an embrace, he unconsciously fell asleep very peacefully.

It's like going back to when he was a child, when he was just brought to Ming's house by Ming Lou.

It will never be the same again.

People who don't usually get sick, once they fall ill, it is like a mountain collapse.When Mingtai recovered and went to school alive and kicking, Mingcheng was still lying at home.He didn't have any other symptoms, just tears and snot, his mind seemed to be full of wood shavings, he couldn't do anything, and he slept at home day and night after taking medicine.For this reason, he was a little uneasy. Minglou knew that besides a cold, he might not be without stress to a certain extent. He didn't say anything about it. He just told him not to think too much about it. .During that time, Minglou was busy correcting students' short papers during the semester, so he simply came back at noon. If Mingcheng woke up, he would have lunch with him; Cheng, wait until the time is almost up before going to the office.

When Mingcheng recovered from his illness, he couldn't figure out why Minglou was fine?It stands to reason that people who take care of patients are most likely to be cross-infected.

When he complained, Minglou was cooking them noodle soup: sliced ​​beef with shredded lettuce, shredded ginger was long and thin, it looked like that.

After hearing the question, Minglou glanced at the door, seeing that Mingtai was still doing his homework honestly in his room, so he answered seriously, that he didn't sleep close enough, and kissed enough.

Mingcheng didn't have any seizures at the time, and he was still on the dining table as if nothing had happened. In the middle of the night, he groped into Minglou's room, sat on his waist, looked down at him, and finally lowered his waist after a while, and kissed him carefully, calmly and generously. .

But Minglou was still healthy.No signs of a cold at all.

So this reason is completely unfounded.

On the day Mingcheng finished his sick leave and returned to work at the embassy, ​​his colleagues in the same office just received the package.She is from Hangzhou, and the family entrusted someone to bring some special products from her hometown: lotus root powder, tea and osmanthus, plus a dozen Wang Xingji fans.Seeing someone for a while, Mingcheng asked for some sweet-scented osmanthus. After get off work, he went to St. Margaret's in District [-], picked rice there, and brought back some red kidney beans before returning home.

They persisted in the tradition of not hiring people for about half a year, and finally lost in the fact that the young master of the Ming family could not learn to wash his own clothes.So the family hired odd jobs to clean the room, but the three brothers insisted on preparing breakfast and dinner by themselves.It was originally Mingtai's turn that day, so the family had to eat boiled noodles as usual. When he got home, Mingcheng didn't interrupt the young master's work. He cooked the kidney beans by himself first, and then began to wash the rice. He divided them into two pots and prepared to cook them. Porridge.

Mingtai didn't react at first, but when he realized it, he was still willing to eat noodles. He rolled and crawled on the sofa coquettishly for a while, then moved a chair to guard the kitchen, waiting happily.

When Minglou returned home, he heard voices coming from the kitchen, so he also went over to see what happened.Before the person arrived, he heard Mingtai saying: "Brother Ah Cheng, next time we go to Chinatown, we will look for it again. This bean is still different from red bean. It's almost meaningless."

Mingcheng answered him: "My little master, don't be too particular, just think about it. It's spring, and logically speaking, it's not the season to eat this."

"I just want to eat it. Don't care about the season. Brother Ah Cheng, the one you made looks much better than the one made by big brother...the one last time was really bad..."

"Then you still eat two bowls?"

"It's specially made for us, we have to eat it. It can't be wasted!"

Hearing this, Minglou smiled, and instead of going into the kitchen, he turned around and went back to the living room.Later, he simply went out for a walk, picked up two bottles of wine by the way, and thought about why Mingcheng never said "my young master" on the way.Anyway, when I came back, sure enough, the other two people in the family were already waiting at the dining table.

Seeing him enter the door, Ming Tai yelled: "Brother, you are back! Brother Ah Cheng cooked sugar porridge, and I will wait for you to come back!"

Minglou smiled, unbuttoned his coat, and at the same time raised the bag in his hand: "I brought some sweets and wine on the way back. I just finished eating."

The red ones are kidney beans, and the white ones are pudding rice, both of which grow on the land of Europe. The sugar porridge made can only be said to have a similar shape; but the sweet-scented osmanthus dotted on it comes from the mountains and rivers of my hometown, which is an indelible ray of nostalgia. The soul makes everything come alive.Minglou looked at Mingcheng, then at Mingtai, they both had similar smiles and similar bright eyes, looking at him glisteningly, as if waiting for a compliment from his elder brother.

Minglou went to the table and divided the porridge like Ming Jing, but the division was not very good-looking, and he couldn't draw a picture of the gossip. "Red Cloud Gai Xue" was very reluctant, but they didn't laugh at him.After the distribution, Minglou habitually went to get the sugar bowl, Mingcheng quickly grabbed his wrist, and smiled, "I added it to the bean paste."

Minglou also smiled: "I haven't eaten for too long, I forgot."

He picked up the bowl in front of him, not forgetting to tell Ming Tai who couldn't wait to pick up the bowl first: "Is it sweet? If it's not sweet enough, add sugar yourself."

Finish

Cold symptoms intensify at night, so be it.

Not sweet enough to add sugar yourself!