【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Loving each other in a split second, and being impatient when parting, and not knowing why.

Kirilenko's smile was really good-looking, and Putin was so dazzled.Kirilenko didn't ask why he stopped doing live broadcasts.

The first night of the two was not crazy, so Putin's body is not too uncomfortable now. He twisted his sore waist and probed to see the web pages he was browsing on Kirilenko's tablet.

Kirilenko was a little surprised by this. Putin never directly looked at the things in his hands like this. He usually asked first, his eyes softened, and his fingers gently rubbed Putin's waist.

Kirilenko was looking at the official website of the canvas shoe brand. He pushed the tablet to the Putin side and said, "Choose a few pairs."

So Putin really lay down on the bed and used the test paper to check one by one, choosing a solid color model that would never go wrong after thousands of choices.Kirilenko saw it, reached out and flicked Putin's forehead, "Choose what you like."

The truest promise I can give you,

It is my canvas shoes, you can choose and wear them,

You can pick and eat the carrots I grow.

Because Kirilenko's work can be done at home, the live broadcast is basically arranged every day.

This daily burden suddenly disappeared, and both of them lay on the bed, too lazy to move.

Putin actually has classes in the morning, but he knows that Kirilenko will naturally ask for leave for him, and he is not in a hurry.

They leaned against the wooden board at the head of the bed and stared at each other for a while, then Kirilenko scooped up another piece with his long arms.

Putin's hair has gradually grown again, and the sideburns cover the ears. It is the length Kirilenko likes. When he whispers in the ear, he can just hide the tip of his nose into the other person's blond hair. "Did you hurt last night?" ask.

Putin shook his head in his arms, "Then why are you crying?" Kirilenko asked again.

The man in his arms didn't respond for a long time. Kirilenko lowered his head and found that the other party didn't know whether he was thinking or in a daze, and his eyes were staring straight ahead without focus.

What was he crying about last night?

Putin himself can't remember clearly, it may be because the corners of his eyes are red because he was naked in the cold air.

Kirilenko didn't force him when he saw him wandering off into the sky, silently hugged him tighter, and pecked at the corner of his mouth.

After all, last night, the love didn't know where it started or ended.

The two of them stayed on the bed for more than half an hour before getting out of bed to wash and cook.

Kirilenko pushed Putin to sit on a wooden chair in the dining room, but the young man dragged the chair and sat back in front of the kitchen door, the legs of the chair scratching on the ground.Kirilenko was thawing raw meat in the sink with his back to Putin, and raised the corners of his lips calmly when he heard the sound.

Putin kicked off his slippers and sat cross-legged on a wooden chair, watching Kirilenko open the refrigerator for a while, turn off the stove for a while, and turn on and off the mobile phone with a black screen in his hand.

The phone vibrated several times, and the ringtone of the memo lit up on the screen.

It's time for a follow-up visit.

Putin saw Kirilenko throwing the coriander in the refrigerator into the trash can, turned on the phone and started typing.

He wanted to take Kirilenko with him for a follow-up visit.

Kirilenko put the dishes on the plate, turned around and saw that he was still in a daze, and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes with one hand. He just wanted to walk over his shoulder to the dining table but was pulled by his sleeve.

Putin stuffed his mobile phone into the palm of Kirilenko's hand. Kirilenko turned on the mobile phone, pushed Putin's bangs away with one hand, and kissed his forehead.

After the courier arrived in about three or four days, Kirilenko accompanied Putin to the follow-up visit, wearing new canvas shoes personally selected by Putin.

Putin also wondered that Kirilenko could know the size of his feet, but Kirilenko gave him a blank look. You can see the label of your shoes, okay?

In the underground parking lot, Putin got off the station first and waited for Kirilenko to reverse by the pillar. Kirilenko locked the car door and walked over Putin's shoulder to the elevator entrance.

The elevator opened on the first floor, and the crowd that poured in instantly squeezed the two into the innermost corner.Putin's sleeve covered the back of his hand with only half of his fingers exposed. His thumb circled around his four fingers a few times, and he hesitated to reach over and hook Kirilenko's with his little finger.Kirilenko took a step to the left, squeezed Putin into the corner to a greater extent, and clasped the back of Putin's hand behind his backhand.

The floor indicator reached Putin's destination, and there were still many people crowded in the elevator, and Putin struggled to get his hand out.Kirilenko hid the clasped hands in his pockets, and Putin had to press his body tightly against Kirilenko's side.

Opening the glass door of the consulting room, only to find that the doctor sitting at the desk has changed. The big-headed Buddha doctor with apple muscles on his face has disappeared, and he has changed into a middle-aged man with high cheekbones. document

Putin became a little embarrassed because of the sudden change, but Kirilenko took him to the table and pulled out a chair to sit down.Putin curled his knuckles and smoothed his bangs, and gently bent down on his seat to say hello to the new attending physician.

The attending physician crossed his hands on the table and asked routinely: "Have you tried to speak recently?"

Putin would have nodded without blushing if he had come for a follow-up visit, but now Kirilenko is sitting next to him.Kirilenko is clear about Putin's every move at home every day, and he can't do such a thing like deceiving people with great fanfare in front of his boyfriend.

So Putin could only lower his head and twist his fingers uneasily. Kirilenko took out the notebook and pen from the bag for him and put them on his lap.

The attending physician saw that Putin did not respond, so he flipped through the documents and continued, "Your aphasia correction has been going on for several years. But there is no progress, and you can't even speak basic simple words. Can you tell me about it?" Is there a reason?"

Perhaps Putin was used to the persuasiveness and kindness of the big-headed Buddha doctor before, and now the doctor's questioning tone is a little bit hot and aggressive to him.

Or maybe he couldn't write to tell the attending physician in front of him that he didn't want to speak, just because he didn't want to speak, and because of his own fear of getting along with outsiders.

Like a child who has done something wrong, Putin lowered his head and let the man in front of him question him.Kirilenko frowned in dissatisfaction, and instead said, "It's okay for everyone to have different learning abilities."

It is rare for a man to speak in such an aggressive tone. He has switched to several publishing houses over the years, and he will not even be so tit-for-tat when speaking to Leningrad, who is urging him to write his manuscript.

Putin gently bumped the opponent's hand with his knee, lowered his head to write in the notebook,

[Because life has always been very busy, so I have not practiced seriously, I am really sorry. 】

The attending doctor put his tone a little more calmly, and asked Putin some life questions again, but the atmosphere was completely different from the gentle relationship between Putin and the big head Buddha doctor.

The premise of consultation is that the attending doctor is attentive, and the patient also has the desire to heal.

It was obvious that the consultation at this time was no longer necessary, and Kirilenko said goodbye to Putin on his own initiative.

Kirilenko only pressed the elevator button on the first floor, and pulled Putin to the park in the middle of the street.

Perhaps today is a suitable weather for street photography.

The two men with bright hair sitting on the wooden chair in the deepest part of the park are also very eye-catching.

Kirilenko's long trench coat reached Putin's shoulders, and Putin looked sideways at the man who squinted his eyes blowing the forest wind.

On the night not long ago, Putin saw the red eye sockets of the man after he let go of his guard.

But the cowardice in his heart is still ashamed to show, Putin will suddenly feel a little sorry.

Just like Alice in Wonderland, if you get lost in the woods, you will meet the Cheshire Cat.

Putin saw his Datou Buddha doctor smiling happily at him over there.

-TBC