【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-He must be secretly browsing the circle of friends of his sweetheart.

With a white towel on his head, Putin approached Kirilenko's room cautiously, thinking that asking the man to get up early was not the way to always sleep until noon.

Tilting his head, he carefully put his ear to the door and listened to the sound inside.

"Find me?"

Putin was startled, and wanted to back away when he turned his head, but his back had already touched the door panel.The man who bent slightly to look at him was wearing a white sports cap, covering his pink hair and only showing a few bangs.

Putin hurriedly explained that he didn't want to steal anything, but Kirilenko grabbed his wrist and stuffed his sketchbook and pen into his palm.

Under Kirilenko's gaze, Putin began to bow his head and write,【...I want to wake you up, it's not good to sleep for too long】

Kirilenko raised his eyebrows, turned sideways, released Putin who was blocked by the door, and pointed to the packing box on the dining table, "Let's have breakfast."

Putin clasped his hands together in a gesture of thanks, and walked towards the dining table while sizing up Kirilenko. He was wearing a white sweatshirt, and his bangs on his forehead were wet into a few strands.

Hmm...the dull man who came back from his morning exercise.

Putin sat down and just wanted to write on the paper that he didn't have the habit of eating breakfast. After poking out a few black spots with a pen, he put down the things on hand and started to untie the plastic bag.

After all, habits are used to get used to.

Kirilenko moved his notebook to the dining table and tapped it. Another week, the editor's serial killing calls came in continuously last night.

So now Kirilenko is living the life of a fortress-style savage who pulls out the phone card, cuts off the Internet, and locks the door at any time.

Putin ate his porridge with his head down, secretly watching Kirilenko with glasses in front of his notebook through the gap between his bangs.The way the man was concentrating made him feel very novel.

After typing five wrong words in a row, Kirilenko reached out and pulled Putin's bangs behind his ears, "You're going to get your hair cut." He said, then bent his knuckles and tapped Putin's forehead, "You going to be late."

Putin glanced at his watch, and immediately lowered his head, as if he was about to bury his face in the bowl and sucked in the wind.

Kirilenko squinted at the twirl of hair on the top of the boy's head, crossed his hands in front of his mouth as if thinking, and sniffed his fingertips secretly.

Putin completely ignored the hot porridge, rushed into the room, took out the bag and began to put on shoes.Kirilenko popped up from behind his notebook and asked, "Do you want me to drive you?" Putin waved his hand, picked up his mobile phone and shook it, indicating that he could just call a car if he was really late, and then rushed out the door .Kirilenko didn't know why, so he lowered his head and continued to write his manuscript.

Putin ran all the way to the bus stop, looked at his watch, and saw that there were still 40 minutes before class, took out his mobile phone as a mirror, pressed down his bangs with the palm of his hand, his hair stimulated his eyes to tears, and he simply gave them all Fold into the middle.

Putin leaned on the back seat of the bus, turned off the phone, and looked at himself reflected in the black screen, unconsciously stroking his forehead with his fingers.

Putin came to the big classroom and sat down, and was knocked onto the desk by someone from the side, and the person on the back was chattering, "Ah, Brother Putin, you are finally here, I know you must have reviewed today's quiz I read the three-year relationship between our high school classmates, please tell me the answer loudly as soon as you get the test paper and finish it! I will definitely answer you loudly!" Putin was so noisy that his ears hurt and he stood Throwing the man onto the chair next to him, he took out a pen and paper and wrote, [Mr. Komanic, please don’t be so gay, and I’m five months younger than you] I was wronged by the person who replaced Komanic Putting his face on the desk, "You don't come to live in the same dormitory with me. If you are willing to come, I can use all my connections to weave the two of us together." Putin seems to be used to the person in front of him. In the second grade, I just turned the first few pages of the book, which said, [Please stop your fantasies of the rich second generation] Komanic seemed to have something to say, but was covered by the sound of the teacher pushing the door with the test paper.

The quiz is not difficult. Putin can be said to have finished answering the questions in a leisurely manner. When Komenici peeked at his answer, he even raised his head and pretended to look at the scenery.

The class ended with Komanic perseveringly raising the topic, Komanic hooked Putin's neck and left the classroom, "Hey, where are you going after work?" Komanic asked.Putin bowed his head to write, Komanic hooked him to avoid the crowd, [go to cut his hair and then go home], Putin held up the notebook.

Komanic began to cheer on the street for no reason, "Yeah, I want to see your new home!" Putin was very thin-skinned, covered his mouth and put on his head, and dragged Komanic into the restaurant where he worked .

Throughout the night, whenever Komenic wanted to talk about his fantasies about becoming rich, Putin would point to the book he had turned over and put aside, telling Komanic to shut up like a child who did something wrong.When Putin serves the shredded chicken, he always thinks that the meat must be so firm, smooth and refreshing with Komanic's lively and active energy.

When Putin sat on a chair in the barber shop, Komanich was still yelling about going to Putin's house.Putin wrote, [You will lose the last bus back to school in this way] Komanic estimated the danger of climbing the wall in his heart, and resolutely gave up this plan.

Putin glanced at the chick who had lost his arrogance, looked at himself in the mirror, and watched his bangs being thinned and shortened layer by layer.Suddenly remembered that the man at home also had such short bangs hairstyle, and suddenly had the urge to ask the little brother who was scissoring his head to dye himself pink by the way.

Putin turned on his mobile phone, pulled out WeChat, and clicked into Kirilenko's circle of friends.

Then I saw a bunch of advertisements, as well as promotions for signed magazines.

Putin stared at the screen for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. Also, he himself couldn't imagine Kirilenko posting a cute selfie of himself on social networking sites.

Komanic, who was dejected because he couldn't go to Putin's house, swiped his phone with his head down, saw Putin's smile, and shook his head calmly,

He must be secretly browsing the circle of friends of his sweetheart.

Putin and Komanich separated at the bus station. Putin looked at the quiet street covered by night, but his heart was beating wildly, and he took out his mobile phone again and again to check his hairstyle.

Because it was cut out, it really looks a bit like Kirilenko, and I don't know if I walked into the barbershop that Kirilenko had been to by mistake.

Putin didn't know what he was nervous about, he just bumped into a hairstyle, and the pot-shaped hairstyles all over the street were not as embarrassing as those people, but he ignored his heartbeat——

It was obviously the drumbeat of excitement.

When he got home, Putin saw Kirilenko still sitting in the living room, changing his shoes amid Kirilenko's crackling typing, and secretly covering his hair with a backpack to go back to his room to get clothes for a bath.Unexpectedly, Kirilenko spoke from behind the computer at this time, "Do you want to eat supper?" Putin held the bag and fixed it at the door of his room, shaking his head hesitantly and slowly.Kirilenko rubbed his forehead wearily, and said, "I want to have a midnight snack. There are glutinous rice balls in the lower compartment of the refrigerator." Putin immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, dropped the bag and walked to the kitchen.Kirilenko also dropped the manuscript he hadn't finished typing and followed to the kitchen, for fear that Putin would not know where the lower compartment of the refrigerator was.

Even if Putin's cooking skills are not good, at least he knows that quick-frozen glutinous rice balls are thrown into brown sugar water to boil, set the time on the induction cooker, and come back to pick up the book and write,

[When the time is up, I will scoop it into a bowl by myself, and I will take a bath]

Kirilenko nodded, and took advantage of Putin's opportunity to enter the room and said, "The new hairstyle is very nice." He also took advantage of the opportunity to see Putin's red ears.

Kirilenko bent his eyes, sat back in front of the computer, and compared his bangs to the screen that had become dark due to standby.

-TBC