【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Ladies never complain much,

A beautiful wife has been sour since ancient times.

——"Dream of Red Mansions"

Putin was still shrouded in unreality the moment he lay down on the bed.

The two who were still arguing yesterday just hugged and kissed by the road railing.

What was a landlord-tenant debt relationship yesterday has just turned into a cohabiting lover.

Yesterday, he was a popular rising writer with many fans, and today he is a lovesick man who only posts news for you.

Just thinking about it, Putin blushed alone in bed.

Next door, Kirilenko was chatting with Leningrad. This chat made Leningrad feel the hand speed of a writer.

In fact, Kirilenko seems to be talking to himself.

He just needs a channel to reorganize his long-standing feelings for Putin.

No, it's the first time to sort it out.

Kirilenko has always been a straightforward person, he will do what he wants to do, and he will give up cleanly when it is time to give up.

So he always needs to use the things of one night to daze, list, and write after a period of time, what he did some time ago.

It's just that the amount of information he has made recently is too large, and Kirilenko needs a tree hole.

When did Kirilenko fall in love with a college student who was several years younger than him?

Maybe it was the moment when he smelled the forest smell on him, or saw the thin back in the kitchen,

Literati are always sentimental and sick.

Because loneliness goes deep into the bone marrow.

No matter what, Peter Pan's inner struggle about growing up is coming to an end.

Putin handed in a short essay homework, which was given a very low score by the teacher, and even criticized by name in class.

After all, as the saying goes, "The town of beauties is the tomb of heroes."

Putin, discouraged by the criticism, lay down on the table and sent a message to Kirilenko.

Kirilenko only replied with one sentence: "Some people only like to pay homage to imperial tombs, while others like to pay homage to deserted tombs."

Recently, it was Kirilenko's deadline again, and the lights in the room began to turn on every day and night again.

But the exhaustion of staying up all night is no longer suffocating, and it is all melted into the warm aroma of hot coffee.

Putin frequently entered and exited Kirilenko's room.Putin found that only his room in the whole house was different from the thick black tone, and he asked Kirilenko.

Kirilenko replied that he might have foreseen your purity.

At that time, Putin leaned in front of Kirilenko's bookshelf to pick out what he liked, and was picked up by someone backhanded into his arms.

It is also troublesome to have such a boyfriend who writes articles,

Especially someone as thin-skinned as Putin.

Photos of Kirilenko's last lecture were posted on the Internet, and many people began to pay attention to him.

There are praises and comments on the Internet for his sometimes ups and downs, and many people complain about his contributions to magazine columns, which are obviously sometimes sent to make up for the number.

But in general, the popularity is gradually rising.

The publishing house also gave Kirilenko a good start,

Do live.

Putin can often hear Kirilenko's intermittent voice inside when he passes by the gate.Putin was a little distressed. He knew that Kirilenko was not good at words, and even when he occasionally said a couple of love words, he pursed his lips and buried his head in Putin's hair.

He lay prone on the sofa in the living room watching Kirilenko's live broadcast, watching him wearing earphones, answering questions in the barrage, occasionally smiling awkwardly.

On the bullet screen, there are various questions like "My little brother is so handsome" and "Does my little brother have a girlfriend?"

Kirilenko was silent for a while, because the question of the barrage filled the screen, and he couldn't help but answer.

"I have a lover," he said.

Fortunately, there are not many extreme voices in the barrage, and most of them are regrettable voices.

The horizontal screen on the phone popped up, it was a message from Leningrad,

【Remind Kirilenko not to answer such sensitive questions all the time! ! 】

Putin returned an emoji, turned back to the live broadcast interface, rushed to the members and began to swipe gifts.

Kirilenko began to post some selfies and his recent situation on Weibo.From a faceless wechat business to an online celebrity.

There are so many comments below.Putin has some insecurities.

It's as if I am a celebrity's debut fan, watching him walk up the Avenue of Stars step by step, and there are more and more lights under him when attending public events, but I feel sore in my heart.

This should be commonly known as territorial awareness.

Putin wondered if he and Kirilenko were just friends, would he still care about these things so much.

Time passed by terribly fast in the quiet and ordinary.

It seems that they skipped the love period and went straight into the long stream.

Kirilenko's feeling of fatigue between his brows became more and more serious every day. Putin was naturally distressed and began to be at a loss. He had to go to class and work, and he didn't have much time to spend with Kirilenko.

"Then don't go to work." Kirilenko put his hands on the railing behind Putin in the afternoon.The residual smell of hair dye in Putin's hair was actually not pleasant, so Kirilenko still rubbed it lightly with the tip of his nose.

Putin turned his head a little stubbornly.

He knew that his income would definitely not be able to keep up with Kirilenko's now, and he also refused when Kirilenko offered to exempt him from rent.No matter how sweet the love is, Putin is still an independent individual.

He felt that if he unconditionally accepted all Kirilenko gave.The distance from Kirilenko is getting farther and farther.

He stretched out his hand, but couldn't catch the long windbreaker belt on his back.

Putin is afraid of this feeling and wants to work hard, but he can't do it.

It's like dancing and dancing so funny that people can't understand what they want to express.

He longed for Kirilenko to understand, to stop a little and walk slowly.

It's finally raining heavily in this city.Since entering autumn and winter, it has not rained heavily for a long time.

For the first time, Putin skipped class and nestled on the bed in his room with Kirilenko, choosing a movie with a tablet on his lap.

The raindrops outside were big and big, rattling the eaves.Pedestrians on the road were in a panic, and the poet who climbed was drenched.

Putin realized a little bit of Zen here, I don't know if it's because of the jade pendant around his neck, or the quiet atmosphere between the two.

I also feel that each other's hearts are so close for the first time.

Kirilenko stuck his face on the top of Putin's hair, casually pointed to the movie,

"Let's watch this one."

Kirilenko casually clicked on a book - "Veronica Decided to Die".

A movie about depression.

Warm, yet depressing.

Why do these two people always choose such melancholy films?

Putin's eyes were so crystal clear that water dripped out, and Kirilenko stared down for a moment.

The legs in the quilt stretched out and circled Putin from behind.

"Now it's my turn to tell you a story, okay?"

-TBC

Some love to pay homage to imperial tombs, while others like to pay tribute to barren tombs.

——"Bai Shuo" Bai Yansong