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Luo Jian sent Lin Haotian back to school, and put him down at the school gate. Lin Haotian opened the car door and got out of the car, then turned halfway around suddenly, tilted his head and asked Luo Jian, "Is Mr. Luo still at home the day after tomorrow?"

The lights in the car were not turned on, only Lin Haotian's raised lips were clearly visible in the darkness, plump and three-dimensional, almost provoking crime.

Luo Jian paused for a while and answered him, "At home."

Lin Haotian said briskly, "I'll go back too."

"Ah."

Lin Haotian entered the school gate, turned around and waved to Luo Jian who was sitting in the car. Luo Jian flashed the lights of the car twice to show that he knew, and then left.

Luo Jian didn't go far, he just left Lin Haotian's sight, parked the car on the side of the road, and took out a piece of candy from the car.Lin Haotian's slightly raised lips were lingering in his mind. He wondered why he had never found Lin Haotian's lips so attractive before, and could make people have countless bad thoughts.

It was ten o'clock when Luo Jian went back. He thought that Luo Mai was already asleep and the room should be quiet, but when he opened the door, he found that there was a mess inside.

The largest independent area in the house is the living room. Luo Mai moved all the furniture in the living room to the corner. The [-]-square-meter living room was empty in the middle, except for a huge canvas on the floor. Luo Mai squatted on it with bare feet, holding a Holding a pencil, he was quite unhappy seeing Luo Jian coming in, so he turned his back and squatted on the ground to draw with a pencil.

Luo Jian looked at his son suspiciously and asked him what he was doing.

Luo Mina said with a cold expression, "Don't worry about it, I'll put it away right away."

As for what he was doing, there was no mention at all.

After Luo Mai finished speaking, he stood up from the ground, walked barefoot from the huge canvas to one side, then folded the canvas in half, and put it away in an orderly manner.

Luo Jian looked at it silently for a long time. Luo Mai pulled and folded the canvas, and his movements were quite skillful, which showed that this work took more than a day. At that time, Luo Mai just folded the canvas and couldn't see anything.

After Luo Mai collected the canvases, he folded them into a big pile and put them in the studio on the first floor. Luo Jian went upstairs and locked the studio when he heard Luo Mai come out.

Luo Mai has a secret.

Luo Jian ran outside for half a month and was very tired. After washing, he fell asleep with his pillow wet.

At three o'clock in the morning, Luo Jian sat up from the bed without turning on the light, and panted slowly and heavily in the dark.

He had a cruel dream about Lin Haotian. In the dream, ambiguous and bloody were chaotic, broken and blurred. The only thing that was clear was Lin Haotian's lips, which were always slightly open and trembling. The raised lips and full lips were always there. lead to crime.There was a lingering layer of white mist in the dream, Lin Haotian was in it, the more he struggled, the worse the situation became, the last splash of blood shot out from his right shoulder blade, dyeing his snow-white back instantly red.

Luo Jian woke up suddenly.

By coincidence, Luo Jian called Lin Haotian, but as soon as the receiver started calling, Luo Jian hung up.

Luo Jian threw the phone aside, got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, extinguishing the evil fire all over his body.After taking a bath, he fell asleep for a while. At five o'clock, he got up and went for a run, running from dark to dawn.

Lin Haotian called to ask him if there was anything urgent to call in the middle of the night. Luo Jian paused and said, "I lost a key. I thought it was accidentally stuffed into your wallet, so I called to ask."

Lin Haotian lowered his voice and whispered, "Did you find it?"

The voice on the phone was slightly distorted, and the gritty texture in his voice was amplified infinitely. Luo Jian could even imagine that he was hiding on the balcony at this moment, speaking carefully so as not to wake up his sleeping roommate.

Luo Jian lied without making a draft, and replied in a deep voice, "I found it. I went to the car this morning and found it under the floor mat."

"Well, just find it."

After Lin Haotian murmured, he didn't speak, nor hung up, and Luo Jian didn't hang up either, the two of them just listened quietly, neither of them was willing to hang up first.

Luo Jian was the first to lose his temper. Luo Jian said on the phone, "Is the food in the cafeteria delicious?"

Lin Haotian's voice was low and light, "Sometimes it's delicious, and sometimes it's not. The rice noodles that cost 6 yuan a bowl are often undercooked, but the soup they put in is very delicious. The diced meat is stuffed with seaweed, and there's a lot of chili oil in it. , every time I drink the soup very clean but there is half a bowl of rice noodles left.”

Luo Jian also felt happy listening to his description. He washed his hands with the mobile phone between his ears, and then made breakfast with the mobile phone in one hand and the other, "What else?"

"Stir-fried kidney beans are delicious, but kidney beans are probably too expensive this season. I only made them for a while and never saw them again."

Luo Jian thought for a while and asked him, "What else is delicious in the cafeteria?"

Lin Haotian was about to count the dishes in the cafeteria with his fingers, "Cucumber with cold skin, chicken nuggets stewed with potatoes, ants climbing trees, shredded potato burritos...all of them are delicious."

Luo Jian asked him with a smile, "Is the cafeteria so delicious?"

"correct."

Luo Jian suddenly wanted to poke him, and with a hint of a smile, he asked in a low voice, "Better than mine?"

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the call.

It took Lin Haotian a long time to say anything, "It's not as delicious as your cooking."

Luo Jian went on to say something serious, "I think so too."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Haotian blushed, his heart was beating fast, and his legs were weak.Squatting on the balcony and unable to stand up.

Luo Jian reckoned that Lin Haotian was quite shocked, so he didn't tease him anymore.

"It's getting late, you go to clean up and have breakfast."

Lin Haotian answered him sullenly, "Yes."

Luo Jian laughed in a low voice, "Be obedient."

Lin Haotian didn't speak. After a moment of silence, he hung up the phone.

Luo Jian hung up Lin Haotian's phone, took out a bowl of noodles from the pot, scooped out a few spoonfuls of mushroom sauce and threw it on top of the noodles, sprinkled some shredded radish and chopped chives, and stirred it with chopsticks.Serve in a bone china bowl and oak chopsticks.

Before eating, I called Mr. Zhang again.

"Hi, Lao Zhang, I'm Luo Jian. Is the canteen in No. [-] Middle School managed by our company? It's like this... There's no way for children to be picky eaters, so please tell me."

Luo Mai wandered down from the second floor, frowning and asked, "Who are you calling?"

Luo Jian ate the noodles without explaining, just said, "The noodles are in the pot."

Luo Mai hates eating noodles. "I will not eat."

"Then make what you eat."

Luo Mai got up and got angry, "Don't eat."

Luo Jian put down his chopsticks and told himself not to get angry with a husky.

"Make a little by yourself, you can't go out for breakfast."

Luo Mai ran back to the second floor with a pillow in his arms, and continued to sleep.

When Luo Jian finished eating and went out, Luo Mai was still on the second floor, so he called Xiao Liu.

"Bring Luo Mai two burgers on the way here, don't bring him too spicy."

At noon, Lin Haotian and his classmates went to the cafeteria to eat, and they could smell the aroma of stewed chicken nuggets with potatoes from a long distance away.

During the meal, I couldn't help but send a text message to Luo Jian saying that the cafeteria is celebrating the Chinese New Year today, and I made a bunch of delicious food.

Luo Jian only smiled slightly when he received the text message.

Mr. Zhang was at a wine table with him, chatting with Director Zhao, an old classmate from the Land Bureau opposite.