【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Youth and love never grow old,

Even through thorns and thorns,

Lost Angry Horse flower.

Putin's Datou Buddha doctor took them to a nearby teahouse.

The director of the teahouse and the doctor seemed to be old acquaintances, so they stepped into the threshold of the teahouse, and the owner in blue Tang suit had already brought hot tea.

The doctor greeted the shopkeeper with a smile, then turned around and asked Kip and the two of them, "Can you both drink Pu'er?" After getting a nod from the two of them, he exchanged greetings with the old customers around him and moved to a comfortable place. Looking at the two people with their backs straight on the opposite side.

The ripples in the corners of his eyes never stopped.

When Putin learned from the doctor that he had retired, he pursed his mouth aggrievedly, as if complaining about why he didn't tell him about such a big matter.Kirilenko put his hand on his lower back.

The doctor said with a smile: "The new doctors come back from abroad, and they are also very experienced."

Even though Putin is very uncomfortable because of his aggressive way of questioning, he cannot deny that his opinions are indeed pertinent and useful.

Seeing that Putin was hesitant to dig out the materials for vocal practice from his backpack, the doctor leaned forward to stop Putin from moving, "I'm already retired, so I don't want to talk about my illness with you in a serious way." take it out.

Perhaps because of the change of environment, Putin was no longer hurt by the sunlight that came in from the large window behind the doctor before.He lightly held the teacup with his fingertips, sipping the green tea in small sips, stopping to write in his notebook from time to time.

The doctor cheerfully teased Putin's rounded chin, then looked at Kirilenko who had been bowing his head in silence, and extended a generous palm to him.

Kirilenko stretched out his hand and grasped it firmly.He wanted to leave earlier, so that Putin could relax and talk about his own affairs, but the old man stopped him, even faster than Putin grabbed the inside of his elbow with his backhand.

Kirilenko was sure that he was not one of those pedantic, self-contained old men.

"You are his landlord. Putin often mentions you to me, saying that you are a very easy person to get along with."

Kirilenko seldom heard comments about himself directly from others, so he couldn't help looking down at Putin, who was eating candied fruit from a basket, and quickly responded with a smile on his face.

After that, the doctor asked Kirilenko a lot of questions about himself one after another. The topic was about to extend from monthly income to relationship status, which made Putin interrupt their conversation with his hand, and covered Kirilenko with his hand. branch mouth.

Doctor Datoufo smiled and put the candied fruit into his mouth casually, and took another sip of tea. Instead, Putin worriedly wrote and asked him whether eating such sweet things would affect his body at such a high grade.

After that, it turned into a meeting between the doctor and Kirilenko. The doctor seemed to be quite satisfied with Kirilenko's knowledge reserve, nodding frequently while chatting, cueing Putin from time to time.

After chatting for an afternoon, the doctor rummaged through his satchel and found a bronzing business card, and said, "This is a teacher who specializes in speech therapy for aphasia, and it's not your turn to make an appointment with him. The only one that is free is Saturday afternoon." Putin looked at the doctor puzzled, and he spread his hands, "I am only responsible for opening the door of your heart, not for imparting skills."

Putin reached out to take it, but the doctor held the business card with his finger and drew it back to his chest, then handed it in Kirilenko's direction.

"The teacher's private clinic is in the middle of the mountain. You squeezed the bus stop and broke your leg before you arrived. The gas fee will be deducted from your wages."

Putin curled his lips and retracted his hands into his sleeves, and Kirilenko patted Putin on the shoulder blades.

The doctor looked up at the street lights that were lit outside the shop, and chased away people.

"Old man, my pension can't afford to invite you two big men to dinner, where should you go for me!"

Kirilenko just wanted to politely say that he could be the host to invite the doctor to dinner, but the doctor said that he wanted to catch up with old friends in the teahouse and pushed them out of the teahouse.

Some uncles who knew the doctor in the store gossiped and asked about the identities of the two young men who were chatting with the doctor. The doctor pretended to wave his hand in disdain and said,

"It's just my two ignorant sons."

Outside the store, Kirilenko was about to hold Putin's elbow to cross the road together. Putin twisted his waist to avoid his hand, but his shoulders were still tightly pressed together.

A week ago, the old doctor's daughter changed the old doctor's touch-screen mobile phone and installed chat software in order to better communicate with the old doctor.The software automatically matches the address book for the physician.

The first message the old doctor received on his touchscreen phone was from Putin.

[That Dr. Li... I have read all the materials, and I should be able to practice speaking next week]

The softness that can be glimpsed from the punctuation marks is Putin's right.

Kirilenko sat back in the car, and both of them waited for their heads stiffened by the cold wind to recover.Kirilenko asked Putin what he would like to eat tonight. Putin tilted his head and thought for a long time but couldn't say anything.

"Go to the western restaurant we went to last time?" Kirilenko suggested. Before the words finished, Putin shook his head frequently. This meeting was very clean and tidy in his refusal. Scared.

Kirilenko liked Putin's willful appearance more and more. He often liked to say things that Putin didn't like, just to see Putin shaking his head like a rattle and refusing, and his golden bangs swayed from side to side.

The two ate fish ball powder at a tea restaurant on the street.

After eating, Kirilenko drove on the elevated road and went straight to the middle of the mountain, claiming to explore the road first for Putin's language correction.

Anyway, the steering wheel is in your mobile phone, so you dare not rush over to grab it.

Those who can live in the middle of the mountain are rich people, and after walking for a while on the elevated road, there are fewer and fewer cars.Kirilenko simply parked the car at the foot of the mountain, took out a scarf from the back seat, wrapped Putin tightly, and walked slowly up the slope of the mountain road holding hands.

After walking for a while, you can see the sign of the clinic. The lights on the second floor seep through the curtains. Kirilenko suddenly loses his EQ. He raises his hand to ring the doorbell, but is dragged back to the sidewalk by Putin.

There is a plank road built for mountaineering enthusiasts beside the road, and a semicircular protruding platform was built just in the middle of the mountain. The two of them didn't want to ruin their interest by driving home like this, so they leaned on the railing together to see the night view of the city in the distance. .

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it has reached the point where you can see the white mist with your breath.Putin had already been lying lazily on the railing.

Kirilenko lowered his head and could only see the twirling hair on his head. He suddenly realized that they had gone through summer, autumn and winter. Putin was wearing a thick coat from a thin coat. Flip it out and throw it to him, reaching to your knees.

He took a deep breath, hitting the cobblestones with the toes of his espadrilles.Putin looked up at him, and he reached out and hooked Putin's neck so that Putin's head could rest on his collarbone.

"I didn't catch up with the person I liked before for two or three years, but this time it only took a little over a month."

It seems that Kirilenko's emotional intelligence was exhausted today when he met the old doctor. Putin was not displeased when he heard about Kirilenko's previous love history, and he listened quietly without changing his posture.

He knew that Kirilenko was just trying to share himself with him, to open Putin's heart in this way.

Similar to the principle of barter.

You know so many things about me, it's not too much to tell me about the past.

Kirilenko turned around, leaned his back against the railing, and rubbed Putin's head with one hand. The watch showed that it was eight o'clock in the evening.

"The first thing you do when you speak is to call my name."

Kirilenko used such an orderly tone to Putin for the first time.

-TBC