【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Happiness is the pouring rain outside the window that has nothing to do with you.

Kirilenko's life was nothing more than staying up until two or three o'clock, getting up at six or seven o'clock, doing morning exercises at eight or nine o'clock, taking a nap at three or four o'clock, and having no fixed meals.

In general, it is suicide while maintaining health.

Since Putin moved in as a tenant, he often stopped by to buy breakfast at eight or nine o'clock. After Putin had breakfast, he typed the manuscript, leaned against the door frame and watched Putin go down the stairs, and finally took a look at the balcony.At [-] or [-] o'clock in the evening, we will have a bowl of supper together and then go back to the room to continue watching movies and drafting.

While being warm, committing suicide and maintaining health at the same time.

Habits are made of habits, and mouths are made by habits. When Kirilenko saw buckets of instant noodles when he opened the kitchen cabinet, he never wanted to reach out for them.

So he stopped Putin in the morning, "Why don't you make me lunch too." Putin signaled that he was in a hurry to go out, but Kirilenko squeezed his elbow tightly,

"University doesn't have classes every day. What are you going to do when you go out for a day?"

Putin lowered his head, his expression darkened under his bangs.Kirilenko stared at his hair spinning, let go of the man's arm, and pinched the back of the man's neck comfortingly,

"I'm talking too fast, I'm sorry." Putin shook his head, walked sideways past Kirilenko, and walked to the kitchen.

Kirilenko picked up the notebook and pen that Putin had thrown on the dining table, and followed to the kitchen without going in, as if the tiles in front of the kitchen had drawn a boundary.

Putin took out the last bit of carrot he bought from the supermarket from the refrigerator, turned his back on the cutting board and silently showed off his clumsy knife skills, and then let his entangled thoughts wander with the crisp sound of the knife tip touching the cutting board.

Putin actually doesn't think much, he also wants to stay at home, but he will think a lot when staying at home,

He wants to use the big TV in the living room to watch Sherlock, he wants to use the toolbox in the shoe cabinet to make mechanical gadgets, and he wants to use the big window sill to grow a row of succulents.

He also wanted to be close to Kirilenko.

He felt that Kirilenko was very familiar with the unique delicateness and sensitivity in the boy's heart.Whether it was the fingertips of the pink-haired man lazily leaning against the wall while watching the room, or pressing the back and delete keys many times while eating breakfast and being stared at by him.

When Kirilenko lost his manners and suddenly asked, Putin didn't feel disgusted, but was glad that he couldn't speak, so that he could always think carefully when he put pen to paper, and he could take all awkward silences for granted.

The tip of the knife touched the leaf on the head of the carrot, and Putin immediately came back to his senses, cut up the meat that had been thawed in the sink, put it in the pot and fried it together, and by the way, pressed the start button of the rice cooker, and then turned it on. Turned around and asked Kirilenko to get the book on the mobile phone.

When Putin bowed his head to write, Kirilenko said thank you in a low voice. Putin paused when he heard the words, crossed out the sentence that was about to be written, and started writing again.

[then laugh]

Kirilenko's frown showed the man's doubts at this time, and Putin lowered his head and wrote,

【I moved in for a few days, and I haven't seen you smile】

Kirilenko bent down slightly to meet Putin's eye level, and then there were lines of laughter at the corners of his eyes.

After straightening up, pretending to be dazed that he couldn't see anyone, he went into the kitchen and wrapped the fried dishes in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator. Behind him, Putin smoothed his temples and covered his red ears.

As soon as Kirilenko turned around, he was taken a step back by a piece of white paper that almost caught the tip of his nose. He squinted and saw that it was Putin's class schedule. Putin danced and signaled that he did have a class at 10:30. Turn around and take the paper to the shoe cabinet.Kirilenko held the paper tightly and did not let go.

"Give this to me, and I will return it to you tonight." Kirilenko hid the class schedule behind his back. After Putin stepped forward to fight to no avail, he looked at his watch and found that he would be late if he didn't start.

The professor's drool rain is terrible.

Between being late and being controlled by his landlord, Putin decisively chose the latter.Kirilenko saw the man's chestnut head turning at the gate of the community from the balcony, and went back to his room to turn on the printer.

Fortunately, the small bookstore near the school was packed with people today. Under the cover of the crowd, Putin flipped through one local detective novel after another.

Putin's part-time job in the hotel is during dinner and supper time, wasting an afternoon in a bookstore full of people.As the sun went down, the number of people gradually decreased, and the aunt at the cashier began to poke her head in her direction. Putin closed the half-turned novel in his hand, looked at the pricing on the back, weighed the price, and walked to the cashier. Passing by The magazine man saw the cover of Peter Pan's literary magazine.

Today's animation industry is flourishing, and using such an old animation film as the cover attracted Putin to go forward and get a copy.This issue of the magazine mainly promotes a film review about Peter Pan animation film, the author is Kirulek.

Putin was surprised that such a partial name like his own landlord could hit him.

Just took it together and went to check out.

Before going to work, I had to meet Komenich for dinner. When Putin walked out of the bookstore, he was staggered by the strong wind in the street. The gloomy sky was a sign of heavy rain. Now that he had a residence, Putin first thought of the balcony The laundry was drying, and then I thought of Kirilenko at home. I was just about to go to the agreed snack bar with peace of mind, but my mind came up with the time when the man slept from noon to night on the first day of living in.

Putin was worried and decided to take a ride home to have a look, even though it might take four to ten minutes to go back and forth.

Putin took a ride back home downstairs, only to remember to take out his mobile phone and send a text message to Komanic.It was still a silent living room that opened the door to greet Putin. Putin was not sure whether Kirilenko was at home, and he did not dare to approach Kirilenko's door hastily after learning from the past.

I just quickly put away all the clothes on the balcony, put the carrots on the window sill closer, closed the big window, and hurried out again.

Kirilenko didn't go out, hid in the room and drew the curtains to make the room dark and took a nap.I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by the muffled thunder and rain outside the window. The long nap made the man's mind confused. It took a while to distinguish the rapid rain outside the window, and he threw off the quilt and rushed out of the living room window sill , the darkened sky turned the whole space gray, and the doors and windows were closed tightly.Kirilenko found his own carrot seedlings on the horizontal table by the window sill, and the scenery outside the window had long been washed out. He was about to go back to his room with a sigh of relief, and saw the clothes on the sofa and the clothes on them. magazines and novels,

When did the magazine's giveaway become a direct gift of novels?

The man was thinking in a daze, lying on his back on the bed, the thunder became dull after passing through the large soundproof window, the sky was completely dark, and the lightning outside the window illuminated the patterns on the curtains.

Kirilenko picked up the phone and turned it on, his thumb moved quickly on the touch-screen keyboard, then threw it aside again, and buried his face in the pillow again.

Happiness is the pouring rain outside the window that has nothing to do with you.

-Kirilenko updated status at 18:23

The next time he wakes him up, it should be Xiao Yexiang.

-TBC

Noidea Kirilenko who used his brother's name as a pseudonym x