【Kip】Silent cohabitation

- After all, he picked out all the carrots that were fried with the meat last night and ate them

There was something to do the next day, and Putin woke up early and on time.It was still quiet outside the door.

The living room was empty, except for Putin, who was reminded by the dish stains on the dining table that they had a happy meal last night.

The power to the disinfection cupboard was still on, but Putin turned it off on his way to the bathroom.

The door of the pink-haired man's room was still tightly closed, and it seemed that through the door one could hear the long breathing of the man in deep sleep.

Opening the window for ventilation, Putin stretched his waist on the window sill, his eyes squinting everywhere. There was a row of flower pots on the window sill with a row of small green seedlings.Putin curiously leaned in front of the potted plants and looked carefully. However, the young college students who had no life experience could not tell what was planted here, and just leisurely felt the fragrance of the green leaves and sunlight.

The alarm clock rang for the second time, and Putin, who was about to fall asleep lying on the window sill, straightened up cleverly and went straight to the bathroom.

He came out refreshingly with his bangs brushed, and went back to the kitchen to wash rice and cook porridge.

Putin is not good at cooking, but he is very good at making porridge.The cooked porridge is fragrant and soft, even if it is white porridge, you can eat it without adding any salt.

Putin actually does not have the habit of eating breakfast, he boiled it for Kirilenko.

It is not good for the health to keep the food for a long time, and it is comfortable to eat some porridge after making good porridge.

It's called a good show to the landlord.

I packed all the materials into my backpack, put on my shoes and went out, and opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of iced milk.

Putting the milk on the cooking table, after thinking about it, he took a plate and cut a plate of raw radishes for the sleeping man.

Because he picked out all the radishes that were fried with the meat last night and ate them.

There was a continuous thunder in the sky, and Kirilenko lay on his back on the bed, opened his eyes and turned around twice. After calling back his slack thoughts, he looked at the electronic clock beside the bed.

It's past eleven o'clock, almost twelve o'clock.

I'm going to discuss a contract with a magazine today.

Kirilenko turned over and got up, put on the clothes for going out, went out of the room to wash, and planned to go out to have lunch.

After coming out of the bathroom, I planned to go to the kitchen with a little luck, and saw a plate of raw radishes at a glance.

Kirilenko didn't rush over to fork a piece and put it in his mouth with bright eyes. Instead, he ran back to the window sill and carefully counted the little green seedlings in the row of flower trays several times.

After confirming that none of the plants were missing, he walked slowly to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. As expected, he saw a bunch of carrots with supermarket labels on them.

Kirilenko grew his own radishes, not saying he couldn't eat them, but he would be very angry if he pulled them up and chopped them up without the consent of the guardians.

After all, it is raised as a child.

But after the child grows up, it is not for eating.

Picking up the plate, I saw the thermos pot with the red light on. I opened the lid and was caught off guard by the steam. I barely recognized that the white mass was porridge instead of paste.

The smell of rice made Kirilenko wrinkle his nose, scooped up a bowl full for himself, and brought it back to the living room.

White porridge with carrots is a meal, but it is much more comfortable to eat than the greasy fast food downstairs.

And Putin was talking with his attending doctor at this time.Putin's attending doctor is an old doctor who is over fifty years old, and he always has a kind smile like a grandfather on his face.Putin has always felt that he looks like a big-headed Buddha.

Doctor Datoufo was leaning on the chair in a comfortable posture, "How is it recently? Find a good house?" He also reached out and stroked the jade on the table.

On the contrary, Putin sat upright and respectfully wrote the answer in the sketchbook,

【Well... I found it. It's shared. Although it's a bit far from the school, it's a very comfortable place】

The big-headed Buddha doctor smiled so that the wrinkles on his face deepened, "Where's your roommate?"

Putin turned the page and continued to write, [Although there is no communication yet, he is a very good person]

After watching the big head Buddha, the doctor patted his big belly with a smile, "That's good, that's good."

The consultation lasted almost an afternoon, but it was basically talking about daily life, big and small. It was almost at the end that the doctor asked casually, "Have you tried pronunciation again recently?"

The young man sitting in front of him suddenly looked away guiltily, and immediately lowered his head to write, [Yes]

The doctor just laughed, and after seeing that the time was almost up, he got up and sent the boy out of the office.

Putin has never practiced pronunciation at all, and he has not even read the treatment materials given to him by the doctor.

Putin doesn't want to talk.

He can't speak, but he often talks to himself in his heart.He would ask himself how about eating an ice cream, and then he said yes, he would urge himself to take a shower right away, and then he said in his heart that he didn't want me to finish watching this episode of Sherlock again.

After such a long time, Putin even felt that he might have a split personality.

When Putin is alone, he looks more like a normal person than anyone else. He will try his best to amuse himself, tap his fingers on his legs while waiting for the subway, and browse different kinds of books in bookstores. Logical reasoning and suspense novels, then calculate the price and choose the next one from thousands of choices and happily pay for it.

Only when someone suddenly called out to him, he lowered his head and wringed his fingers in bewilderment.

Coupled with the fact that the Internet is becoming more and more developed, Putin increasingly feels that there is no need for him to speak.

He liked his knack for disappearing silently into the crowd.

As for whether he doesn't want to say it or can't say it now, Putin will always avoid it.

Doctor Datoufo has long seen his little thoughts. Old people always have a kind of love and care for young people from the bottom of their hearts.

He felt that Putin was only blinded by his intensified self-suggestion. Maybe one day he would blurt out a bark in order to coax a golden retriever well.

He can wait, and besides, he likes this sorrel-haired boy who always sees a white shirt and jeans.

Coming out of the clinic, Putin turned straight into the bookstore near the clinic, holding the book so that his legs were sore, and remembering that he didn’t have much money, plus the deposit and rent, he had to insert the book back on the shelf and put it on the shelf. Headphones to take the subway home.

Passing by the supermarket near his home, Putin cut a song and put it in his pocket. Tomorrow, he will start school and quiz again. Putin wants to buy some meat to reward himself, so he brought a few packs of snacks by the way. He took it and almost took it again. a car.Picking out some, Putin wailed in his heart,

If I could get rid of these habits, I would be a billionaire by now.

Now he is not dead of poverty, and in the blink of an eye, he changed the front in his heart to comfort himself.

Carrying a large bag of things, I met Kirilenko at the top of the stairs.

Kirilenko didn't wear a loose T-shirt and trousers at home, but put on formal clothes and hairspray, just like a successful person.

Putin followed Kirilenko up the stairs behind Kirilenko's ass, staring dazedly at the smooth muscle lines showing through the fabric, and barely stopped when he was about to bury his face in the man's suit.

Kirilenko turned around and held the man's shoulders to stabilize the boy's figure. His eyes fell on the silver earrings on the man's earlobe, and he looked up and down the boy.

Tsk, still dressed like a high school student.

-TBC