【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Maybe he just wants to try the peace of mind that there is someone at home with him

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon when everything was dealt with.Kirilenko's closed door showed no signs of opening.

So Putin put on his shoes and went downstairs to hang out.

The location where the house is located is not a busy city, but it is not too secluded either.Supermarkets, banks, and restaurants are all available.

Putin leisurely turned into a supermarket with his trouser pockets in his pockets, intending to buy some daily necessities for himself.Pushing the shopping cart to pick up the shelves and shelves, Putin turned to the refrigerated container where the food was sold, and the pointer on the watch pointed to 04:30.

It seems that if you hurry back, you can barely cook a meal.

It's not that Putin didn't pay attention to the dark blue eyes of the man and the buckets of instant noodles hidden behind the kitchen cabinet door.

With a turn of footsteps, the direction that was originally facing the cash register turned into a freezer.

Putin began to pick and choose happily like a housewife.

Back home with big bags and small bags, the black door is still closed, and the water cup on the table has not moved at all.

He should have fallen asleep already.

Putting everything into the refrigerator, and then finding the spatula from the kitchen cabinet, Putin looked at the brand new kitchen utensils.

The kitchen must have never been fired.

Putin was probably familiar with the arrangement of items in this kitchen, and started cooking with ping-pong-pong.

In fact, he doesn't know it at all, but he feels that he should cook the first meal in his new home by himself.

After just washing and cutting the vegetables, Putin found that he had no way to start with the raw materials on the cooking table.Putin leaned on the table and seemed to be thinking about something distressed, and finally pulled out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

Any question for which the answer can be found online is not considered a question.

For example, what should I eat if I stay up late for a long time.

Every step on the web page is listed in detail.

It's really simple to fly, but how to measure 1kg of salt.

Putin slid the webpage to the bottom at once, roughly browsed the main process, locked the screen, and decided to let nature go.

As long as the ingredients do not violate common sense, the cooked food will not be any worse, but it is 1kg less MSG and 1kg more human favor than the food in the big hotel.

Kirilenko was awakened by the crackling of the stove outside, and the bright sunlight outside the curtains turned into dim street lamps.Kirilenko buried his face in the pillow and rubbed it a few times, listening to the sound outside the door.

It seemed that someone was cooking.

Taking a deep breath, she turned over and got up, put on her slippers and opened the door.He walked to the kitchen and paused, the white shirt on the big boy who was carrying him was slightly damp with sweat, revealing a little bit of flesh color inside.

Kirilenko rubbed his nose, coughed, and asked, "Are you cooking?" Putin looked back at Kirilenko in a little panic, looking around for his big blank book.

Kirilenko stepped forward to take the plate in his hand, "I see, let's eat." Putin nodded, served the rest of the meal, and followed the man with pink hair messed up into a bird's nest.

Kirilenko didn't see Putin wrapping his bleeding finger in a tissue and hiding a cooking tutorial under his phone's lock screen.

Only the scent of firewood, rice, oil and salt sneaked into his nostrils.

No food, no sleep, no words, Putin can't talk, Kirilenko doesn't talk often, the two of them eat the food in their own bowls without saying a word, only the slight chewing sound and the well-spoken Mandarin broadcast of the news network on TV cavity.

Both of them ate about the same amount of food, Putin stood up and began to clean up the tableware.Kirilenko once again took the plate from Putin's hands.

"Go and do your own thing." Kirilenko tilted his head and signaled Putin to go back to his room.

It seems that he has been busy with things in this room since he moved in at noon today.

Kirilenko began to wash the dishes sporadically with the TV playing background music.Putin closed the door, glanced at the calendar on the desktop, and found that tomorrow was the day for the follow-up consultation. He took out a treatment information from the piles of papers on the shelf, glanced at it casually, and threw it on the bedside table.

I saw hints of a few quizzes on the calendar, rummaged through a pile of books to find the handouts, and sat down at the desk to start reviewing.

Reading inside and washing dishes outside, the two of them had nothing to say all night.

Tidying things up and cooking a meal doesn't seem to consume energy, but it's actually really tiring.It didn't take long for Putin to fall asleep in a daze after reading the densely packed text.

When Putin woke up with a backache and a sore back, the electronic clock was at one o'clock in the morning, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken a shower yet.

Standing up with a swipe, he took his clothes and opened the door and went straight to the bathroom.

Water vapor rushed out of the bathroom door, Putin's big white towel covered his head, passing by the living room and saw the light leaking from the crack in the door of the master's room, and came to the door in a mysterious way, and heard the crackling sound of typing inside , as if he was sure of what the people in the room were doing before he felt relieved. Putin was about to turn around and walk back, but as soon as he turned around, he bumped into the TV cabinet, and the sound of typing in the room stopped suddenly.

Putin hurriedly tore a piece of paper from a random magazine in the living room, wrote something on it, handed it in through the crack of the door, then turned around and ran back to his room quickly.

It became a habit for Kirilenko to stay up late, and the difference between rushing to draft and not rushing to draft is actually the difference between staying up all night and staying up all night.

When Kirilenko is not writing manuscripts, he also watches movies and then writes movie reviews, writes diaries, or writes random copywriting.

The sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard didn't make him ignore the sound of the bathroom outside, but he didn't want to care about it, after all, other people also had freedom of movement.He didn't intend to get up and open the door until there was a sound outside his door, and then a note was handed out at his feet.

[Just after washing the dishes and seeing that there is still light, come and have a look, there is no malice!Mr. Kirilenko also go to bed quickly! 】The handwriting is scribbled and written in a hurry.

Kirilenko casually put the note into the Wuthering Heights half-read as a bookmark, sat back in front of the computer, tapped a few times on the keyboard with his fingers, simply saved the document and turned off the computer, lying on the bed and covered with a quilt , Close your eyes and wait for the consciousness to gradually blur.

Kirilenko rarely went to bed without writing a full article,

Maybe he just wanted to try the peace of mind that there was someone at home with him.

-TBC