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It was as dark as ink, and Yu Ke returned to the branch office after his shift, and caught Zhao Fan who was about to cross the road at the intersection.

"Brother Fan, what are you talking about?" Yu Ke was already hungry, so he grabbed his pocket and took a look, "Damn it! Chicken!"

Zhao Fan quickly snatched his pocket back, "Go and eat your own beef noodles!"

"Are you going to honor your friend at the opposite door again?" Yu Ke smelled the aroma and couldn't eat chicken legs, and his nose was crooked.

"What filial piety!" Zhao Fan was quite dissatisfied with Yu's gluttonous words, "I also ate a lot of his food, okay? This is called courtesy!"

"Then you can't see Tian'er sending big fish and meat over there! I think the money you spent on him is enough to rent a small single room." Yu Ke smiled, "How about this chicken? I'll share half of it? I'll take it Go back and let the brothers play the tooth-beating ceremony!"

"Brothers, this chicken is already small, and splitting it in half isn't enough for you to stick between your teeth."

"Then give me the whole one!"

"roll!"

Yu Ke finished joking, and asked again: "Brother Fan, are you coming back tonight? Old Zhang and the others may ask for a card."

"Don't wait for me." There was no car on the road for a while, Zhao Fan rushed over, "Let's go."

"Hey——" Section Yu sighed, and shouted loudly: "Brother Fan, you might as well move there!"

Zhaofan paused for a second in the middle of the road, and when he saw a car coming, he quickened his pace and ran towards "Happy Home".Before entering the community, I remembered that the Coke in the refrigerator seemed to be gone, so I bought three big bottles at the convenience store in front of the door.

Because he often came to buy drinks, the boss recognized him, smiled and bagged him, and said: "Young man, it's not good to drink too much Coke."

"Huh?" He was about to pay, "what's wrong?"

The boss looked around and lowered his voice as if he was doing spy work, "Spermicide."

"Tch!" He laughed and said, "Rumors. Besides, we don't drink Coke like water. It's okay to take a sip once in a while."

The boss shook his head, "You young people..."

Three large bottles of Coke were not light, and when he picked them up, veins popped out of his arms.

In the past in the police station, there was no refrigerator in the dormitory. When he wanted to drink Coke, he could only buy a small size. Now, if he couldn’t finish it, he would throw it in the refrigerator. After taking a shower, he would have a cup. I can't wait to stay at Yan Xiao's house.

Ever since we met by chance that day, he has become a frequent visitor to Yan Xiao's house, but the matter of renting a house has not been settled. He still lives in the sub-bureau dormitory, comes here to eat and take a bath from time to time, and occasionally sleeps on the sofa in the living room.

This seems to have formed a certain balance that no one wants to break.

Although the words are open, people are different from machines whose memory can be cleared. In the past, they could be brothers without any psychological barriers, but now they always have some worries—he has them, and Yan Xiao also has them.

So although they all knew that the two-bedroom house was the most suitable for renting together, no one offered it.

Yan Xiao gave him a key, which he carried with him, but he knocked on the door almost every time.Yan Xiao didn't ask him why he didn't open the door by himself, even if he was taking a bath, he would wrap up in a towel and rush out barefoot to open the door for him.

And he was in charge of mopping up the water on the floor.

Sometimes he feels like a rascal, knowing that Yan Xiao may not have completely let go, but he always wants to be brothers with Yan Xiao.

During this period of getting along, Yan Xiao didn't say or do anything beyond his brothers, and everything he did was on point.

But he knew that Yan Xiao was compromising with him, he was forcing Yan Xiao to be his brother.

Not only rascal, but also selfish.

But what can he do?

He likes to stay with Yan Xiao, and is also greedy for Yan Xiao's care, so he can only turn a blind eye and close one eye, whitewashing the peace, while hoping that one day in the future, the two can really become friends without any grievances.

Standing at the door, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Here we come." Yan Xiao's voice and footsteps came together, and soon the door opened.

"What did you buy?" Yan Xiao said, taking the Coke and roast chicken together, his arms sank, and he frowned, "It's so heavy, why didn't you tell me to go down and pick it up?"

"Small idea." Zhao Fan closed the door and took off his shoes, "The water-filled tires I lifted during training were much heavier than this one. Where are my slippers? Why aren't you wearing slippers?"

"Just brushed." Yan Xiao went to the kitchen to get the plates, "It's blowing on the balcony, go and see if it's done."

Zhaofan actually likes to go barefoot.The air conditioner is turned on at home, and the floor is cool, making it very comfortable to step on.But Yan Xiao refused to let him go barefoot, saying that he was greedy for cold when he was young, and he was prone to joint diseases when he was old.

He almost listened to Yan Xiao's words, went to the balcony for a walk, took off his shoes, twisted Yan Xiao's pair and put them in the kitchen, "Here, put them on."

Yan Xiao had already slaughtered the roast chicken and put it on a plate, commanding: "Wash your hands."

The sound of water jingling, Zhaofan twisted his neck and said, "You didn't cook?"

"It's too hot, so I made cold noodles." Yan Xiao said, "It just so happens that you bought a roast chicken, and I can cook some vegetables."

Zhaofan was surprised, "You can also make cold noodles?"

"Learning now."

"Then you didn't write a novel today."

"I wrote it."

Zhaofan frowned, turned off the faucet, and leaned against the sink with folded arms, "Brother Xiao, did I disturb you?"

"What nonsense?" Yan Xiao shook his head, "I won't eat if you don't come?"

"But you have learned several dishes for more than a month. You didn't know how to cook at home before, right?"

Yan Xiao fiddled with the condiment bottle, "I couldn't do it in the past, but now I live independently, I have to learn a few simple dishes, otherwise, why don't I eat outside every day?"

Zhaofan thought for a while, then muttered, "I just don't know anything."

Yan Xiao blurted out, "You don't need to know it."

Zhaofan raised his eyes, "Huh?"

"I mean, the benefits of being a policeman are good, the cafeteria has everything, and it doesn't matter if you don't know how to cook." Yan Xiao explained, "It's not like a freelancer like me."

Zhaofan knew what was going on in his heart, he was stunned for a while, and seeing that Yan Xiao was already mixing cold noodles, he pretended to be diligent and brought the roast chicken to the balcony.

They like to eat on the balcony at night. Although the wind is still a bit hot, it is very comfortable to blow on their bodies.

The crackling sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and the aroma also rushed out.Zhaofan lay on the railing and looked at the lights of the city, his thoughts filled with time and space.

This kind of life gave him the illusion of "stability".

Ordinary people are always greedy for stability, and once their lives are stabilized, they are unwilling to change.

Staying by Yan Xiao's side, there are meals of average taste and variety, a bathroom with plenty of hot water, and a comfortable and cold "Mahjong Block" mat. He is about to fall into this kind of stability.

But it is impossible for two men to live together forever like this.For the time being, he can't imagine himself marrying a wife and having children in the future, but Yan Xiao will always have a companion.At that time, the stability he relied on will be broken.

Thinking of it this way, it was actually a little sad.

"Dinner is ready." Yan Xiao came with a large bowl of cold noodles and a plate of fried water spinach, "Go get the bowls and chopsticks."

"Oh." Zhao Fan came back to his senses and brought the Coke along with him.

Yan Xiao set out two bowls of cold noodles, put a chicken leg on each, and waited for Zhaofan's evaluation.

Zhao Fan actually thinks that Yan Xiao's craft is very ordinary, much worse than the level of writing novels, but every time he praises Yan Xiao against his conscience.

Fortunately, he is really not picky about food, and everything he eats looks delicious, so Yan Xiao doesn't know that his cooking skills are average, and he is always complacent, never improving, and thinks he has a great talent for cooking.

"Are you working tonight?" Zhao Fan asked halfway through the meal.

"It's been a day of writing, take a break." Yan Xiao said.

"Lend me the computer?"

"Okay, what are you looking for?"

"Look at your new novel." Zhao Fan smiled, "It's been serialized for several days, and I haven't read it yet."

Yan Xiao's gaze became gentle under the light of the balcony, "This is just the beginning, and I haven't published a few chapters in total."

Zhaofan held water spinach in his mouth, "But you have a manuscript."

"..."

"Show me the manuscript!"

When Yan Xiao came out of the shower, he saw Zhaofan sitting cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the notebook seriously.

"Do you want to eat watermelon?" Yan Xiao asked.

Zhaofan watched intently and did not respond.

Yan Xiao didn't ask again, went to the kitchen and cut the watermelon, ate three pieces by himself, cut the remaining three pieces into small pieces, put them in bowls and put them in the refrigerator.

After reading the manuscript, Zhao Fan shouted, "Brother Xiao, I corrected a few typos for you!"

Yan Xiao took out the watermelon, a little surprised, "Typo?"

"I can't read your manuscript for nothing." Zhaofan took the watermelon, "You are more educated than me. You write novels to make a living. I can't help you with anything else. I can only check your typos and pay you. If you give a reward, if someone scolds you, I will roll up my sleeves!"

Yan Xiao laughed, "Eat your watermelon."

Zhaofan twitched his toes and praised while eating, "Brother Xiao, you are so virtuous."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Yan Xiao took back the notebook, and Zhao Fan let out a soft "ah", each of them was speechless.

Around eleven o'clock, Zhaofan said, "I'm going back."

Yan Xiao sent him to the gate of the community, saw him crossing the road and running into the branch office, then turned and walked back.

The community was very quiet at night, Yan Xiao didn't go upstairs immediately, sat on the flower porch, lit a cigarette, when the white mist floated up, his eyes became blurred and distorted.

In this day and age, it's good or bad.

Zhaofan comes here frequently, eats and bathes, and occasionally stays overnight. There are toiletries and a change of clothes at home. The two of them can be regarded as living together.

But Zhaofan is very measured in what he says and does now, and he no longer flirts like he used to. He never said anything like "brewing honey", and occasionally he said something out of his head—for example, when he said "you are too virtuous" just now. Will quickly realize that something is wrong.

Zhaofan is trying to take care of his mood, not to embarrass him, and also trying to maintain this unusual "friendship".

He's a little heartbroken, and doesn't know how long this will last.

Will it be soon, Zhao Fan will be tired and unwilling to accompany him to perform.

Or soon, he could no longer bear the torment in his heart.

Fortunately, the new novel has already opened, and its popularity has soared. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "good start". Most of his energy is devoted to writing, and he does not think about He Zhaofan all the time.

Probably it is best to let nature take its course, Zhaofan is now willing to let him accompany, this is already the best situation he imagined before coming to Shancheng.

In mid-September, the heat that lasted all summer finally subsided.The autumn rain continued for a week, and the interns were sent to the villages and towns below to support the police.

Yan Xiao was uneasy, because among those villages and towns was Liucha Village, where Zhaofan lived when he was a child.