【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Why be weary of the world and always worry about death, and don't be too tired of life.

After seeing the big-headed Buddha doctor who had been with Putin for several years, Kirilenko had the feeling of seeing the other half of his family for several days in a row.

Although I still rushed to the middle of the night to catch up with the draft, I still got up in the morning to do morning exercises.

Putin is also coping with the quiz again and again in the academy, and he has to spare an hour every day to look through the materials of language correction.

Because he really doesn't like the straight-man atmosphere in Putin's wardrobe, and the winter clothes full of student flavor, Kirilenko always buys Putin's share with him every time he buys clothes, or simply gives Putin his own coat to wear.

Judging by the clothes of the two gentlemen, they should have come out of the same conference room, right?

Putin got in touch with the language teacher through the phone number on the business card to confirm the class arrangement.Just before he could write down the exact address to tell the taxi driver, Kirilenko snatched the card and put it back in his wallet.

"Believe it or not, your bus fare to Mid-Levels once a week is more expensive than mine." Kirilenko closed his wallet, leaned him against the dining table, and squeezed his hips down his spine. Meat.

Driving mid-levels back and forth every week also burns a lot of gasoline, but the concept of charging and refueling is almost the same.

Anyway, Putin hasn't even learned to speak, so no one knows if his voice is hoarse.

When Kirilenko launched a surprise attack, Putin held on to the quilt and refused to let go.Kirilenko buried his head in the blanket Putin put on his lap. That was the first time Putin felt a man's feelings similar to grievance.

"I'm already very restrained, at least you can get out of bed and walk."

What a pity, sir, do you think anyone cares about you?

On Saturday, Kirilenko took Putin to his first language class. From the moment he got on the elevated, Putin began to uneasily pull the threads on his sweater, one after another. Kirilenko was even afraid that he could tear apart his own clothes with his bare hands. up.

Kirilenko parted his bangs and kissed him, brushed Putin's blond hair at the back of his head with his hands, and patted him comfortingly, "I won't go up."

Putin looked up at him, with a look of luck in his eyes.

Over time, the two of them became more and more alike.If it was Kirilenko who was about to walk into the clinic, he would rather be alone than let the other party see his weak appearance of babbling.

Puting the hot coffee bought on the road into Putin's hand, Kirilenko also helped him unbuckle his seat belt.Putin opened the bag and saw two glasses. Just as he was about to take out one and put it on the cup holder, he was hit by a chestnut on his forehead before he could pinch the edge of the cup tightly.

"Teacher doesn't need to drink?"

Kirilenko watched as Putin opened the glass door and stuffed his golden head in first, then carefully squeezed into his whole body, thinking about when he would take care of his submissiveness and start the car up the mountain to blow the wind.

Putin's teacher was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him, wearing a loose cotton jacket, and like Putin, a woman with blond hair.The teacher saw Putin immediately stood up to greet him, and Putin also bowed to respond.After sitting down, his eyes still flicked around uncontrollably.

Putin saw that the teacher was still wearing slippers, and he could see the stairs leading to the second floor not far away. He couldn't help guessing that the first floor was used as a classroom, and the second floor was the teacher's residence.

Seeing that Putin was silent, the teacher smiled and said, "Our hair is very similar." Putin also smiled and echoed when he heard the words, but his eyes still looked down anxiously from time to time. When he saw his shoes, he suddenly thought that he had forgotten just now. Ask yourself if you need to take off your shoes too.

Too much paint.The anxiety in Putin's heart rose to the extreme.

The teacher seemed to be used to this situation, and suggested to Putin in a more brisk tone: "Will it be more relaxing to take off your shoes? I will go upstairs to get you the materials, which should be printed by now." Incidentally, Putin He took the paper bag in his hand and took out a cup of coffee, "You bought it for me, right? Then I don't have to wash the cup to give you water."

The teacher's tone of voice as if treating his own family made Putin relax a little, bowed again and ran to the entrance to change his shoes.

Kirilenko went to the bar on the top of the mountain, picked a seat at the bar and sat down, and the waiter saw that he looked unfamiliar, so he came up and handed over the drink list.When Kirilenko finished ordering and handed it back, he cursed inwardly, the evil rich man.

Although it was still in the afternoon and soothing sofa music was playing in the bar, there were already many small Internet celebrities gathered around the small round table to chat in twos and threes.Kirilenko's bright hair color is nothing unusual here, but because of the sharp side profile, it attracted a lot of stares and pointers.

Kirilenko didn't care much about this kind of look. People who came here for entertainment either had no money for sugar daddy, or had money to have fun. Now I can't find a famous brand on my body. No, the fun-seekers haven't come yet.

People are sipping wine, but they are still thinking about coffee.

Kirilenko used the wireless network in the store to search for information about the language correction that Putin needs to receive, even though he had already read it hundreds of times at home.

But there are still people who boldly come up to scan the QR code to add friends to him.

Kirilenko still missed one thing, which is to win over and expand his circle.

Kirilenko glanced at the innocent man with wide-eyed eyes, his expression remained unchanged, and he sat down a seat away with his cup.Seeing that there was no response, the visitor blushed and walked back to his original position.

There was a laughing sound behind him, Kirilenko raised his head and drank the liquid in the glass, paid the bill and walked out.

The parking spaces marked with yellow lines beside the Mid-Levels Highway are quite empty.

Kirilenko fell asleep with the back of the seat lowered in the car, and it was past six o'clock when he woke up again.

He looked around, just in time to see Putin walking towards his car, raising his hand to unlock the door, staring at Putin as he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Putin was stared at all the time, not daring to raise his head to look at each other.Kirilenko asked coldly, "Have you ever cried?"

Putin quickly waved his hand and refused.

In fact, it is really not there, but the eye sockets are red and the nose is acidic, and now I may have it.

It was not so easy for Putin to realize that it was not so easy to start language correction.Even though he could hear other people talking every day, he had no idea how to roll his tongue and where his breath would come from if he wanted to say the same words.

After working hard for a long time, I can only stay at the stage where I can only produce a few simple vowels, and there is still a lot of distance from reaching the goal of the first lesson drawn up by the teacher.

The teacher patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and the styled golden curly hair was in a puff, "It's okay, after all, I haven't spoken for a long time." There was a jar of candy on the coffee table, and the teacher picked out the yellow orange flavor Throw it to Putin.

"I heard from the doctor in charge of you that you delayed starting speech therapy for several years. Then there must be a lot of things you want to say in the past few years. Let's aim to say the sentence you like the most."

The time for one class was up, and the teacher sent Putin out the door.Hearing the sound of locks being locked behind him, Putin walked towards the familiar car across the road.

The car window was equipped with single-sided glass. Putin walked around to the front of the car and saw the man fell asleep on the seat. He wanted to take out his mobile phone to make a call, but somehow put it back in his pocket, and turned towards the semicircle where the wind had blown together before. walk to the shaped platform.

People are really cheap, no matter how hard and tired they are, living alone feels like nothing.

Suddenly someone jumps out and wants to give you a hug, and you feel wronged and tired at that moment.

Kirilenko only saw Putin shed tears that night, and thought it was lust.So Putin was a little surprised by the way Putin waved his hands, but burst into tears.

He stretched out his hand to hold Putin's face, wiped away tears with his thumb, held the back of his head and hugged him into his arms, and kissed Putin's head lightly and densely.

Putin closed his eyes to accept Kirilenko's jerky comfort, and looked up to seek his lips again, knowing that he had been drinking.

The goal in his mind is very simple, just four words of Kirilenko.

I will grow into a big tree,

Waiting for you to praise good wood.

-TBC