【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-This is probably the most dazzling and beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I have seen many strange things.

——Iridessa "Wonderful Fairy"

When Kirilenko woke up, the rain was still falling, Putin's backpack was still dripping on the chair in the living room, and the light in the bathroom was still on.

Kirilenko picked up Putin's backpack, took out the soft paper inside and spread it on the dining table one by one, his eyes avoiding the printed black letters on it, and then turned the lining of the backpack out to dry. superior.

Kirilenko turned on his heels, turned around in the dining room, and turned to the door of the bathroom. The mist and the aroma of shower gel slipped out of the door.Kirilenko leaned his head sideways by the door, as if something stopped him from leaving.

Leaning against the door panel and continuing to sort out the messy thoughts that he had just gotten out of bed, he suddenly remembered the two books that inexplicably appeared on the ball of clothes.

He walked quickly to the sofa and picked it up, sinking himself into the soft sofa by the way, and flipping through the suspense novel in his hand, the author was someone he was not familiar with.Kirilenko rubbed his brows. This book was taken as a gift from the magazine when he was half asleep and half awake. It seems that the boy bought the novel and brought the magazine back with him.

Picking up my magazine at home, I found my article with ease, and after reading two lines, I couldn't read it anymore.

Kirilenko, like most writers, felt that this article was really cool after reading it from the beginning. After a while,

I'm preoccupied with writing a Peter Pan film review and dragging it out.

Kirilenko flung the magazine into his room out of shame about his work.

When he came out again, Putin was already wiping his hair and carefully checking his own information on the dining table. He bent his eyes when he saw Kirilenko, turned around and took out the milk he put in the microwave oven before taking a bath, and turned to the kitchen. He tilted his head and asked if Kirilenko wanted something to eat.

Kirilenko shook his head slightly, sat down at the table in the dining room, looked at the information on the table, and asked, "Can I read it?" Putin carefully sat down opposite Kirilenko with hot milk in his hand, Shrugged Kirilenko casually.

The wet paper stuck firmly to the table, and Kirilenko tilted his head to look at the content on the paper.

The black handwriting written by the water pen was so blurry that it was rendered into the printed characters, and the words "healing treatment" were barely recognized, but Kirilenko averted his gaze.He just wanted to know the department Putin studied from the study materials, and he never wanted to spy on the teenager's life in this way.

Kirilenko lost interest in the rest of the paper and read it again. He raised his eyes and turned to Putin, whose bangs were still dripping, sipping hot milk in small sips.

"There's no class tomorrow, right?"

Putin paused, raised his eyes and carefully looked at Kirilenko, waiting for Kirilenko's next words, "Let's stay at home and watch a movie together." Kirilenko said, he turned on the TV one day I found that there were a few more movies and TV series in the favorites. With my own imagination, I could see that the boy opened the set-top box and found that he had to pay for everything he wanted to watch. The mobile phone has recharged a member to the set-top box account at home.

Putin nodded, lowered his head and continued to drink his own milk. Kirilenko pushed away the chair and stood up, staring at the dangling drops of water that caught Putin's hair, reached out and twirled the boy's bangs, and turned back to the room.

Kirilenko went back to his room and sat down in front of his notebook, looked at his fingertips that were wet and shiny, and opened his personal homepage. Comment.Kirilenko seldom posts such clear-cut sentences. Many fans think that Kirilenko posted them out of emotion, and some passers-by found them because of Peter Pan's film reviews.Kirilenko propped his nose under his nose with his hand that wiped away the water stains, browsing the various comments below his feed, and raised an eyebrow.

Tsk, used my shampoo.

The next day,

Putin caught Kirilenko and threw the remote control, and subconsciously pressed the button to go to favorites. When he found that he could watch all the movies he had put away, his eyes lit up.Kirilenko looked at the shining emerald pupils, and boldly threw a pillow at Putin's face. Putin wanted to fight back but gave up after seeing the black-rimmed glasses on Kirilenko's face.

The film has a tight rhythm, a brain-burning plot, and ups and downs in the plot. Both Kirilenko and Putin were fascinated.When the movie came to an end, both of them rubbed their sore eyes.Putin embraced the pillow and turned his head to look at Kirilenko who was leaning on the edge of the sofa. His big white teeth gleamed. The latter just curled his lips and lazily rubbed his head on the sofa.

Putin just stood up and packed up the two soda cans beside the carpet, but there was the sound of a key opening the door.Putin glanced at Kirilenko, who was dozing on the sofa, and froze in place.

"Great writer, your film review this time is awesome! Now everyone thinks that our magazine is a mind-blowing magazine that is good at discovering classics!!"

The noisy words rushed into the room first, and Kirilenko opened his eyes in displeasure.

Forget that the editor in Leningrad, who is paid a thousand dollars, may send a new issue of the magazine at any time.

Leningrad glanced around the room, and his gaze stopped at Putin standing in the middle of the living room. He forcibly held back the words he was going to say next, and quickly tidied up the messy collar he had run all the way. Switch to a Wenqing look,

"Hello, I'm Kiru..." When Leningrad was about to spit out the whole name, he was interrupted by the noise of Kirilenko packing plastic bags. Leningrad glanced cautiously and quickly changed his words, " Kirilenko's friend." Putin nodded with a smile and threw the cans into the trash can in the corner, picked up the notebook on the dining table,

[I'm going to work the night shift, I'm very happy today] After that, he bowed slightly to the two of them and went back to the room to change clothes.

Leningrad also watched Putin enter the room with a smiling face, and then squatted down next to Kirilenko who was still on the carpet like a gossip, "Couldn't this be a wonderful fairy..." Kirilen Ke gave him an annoyed look and stuffed the plastic bag of snacks crumpled up on his mobile phone into Leningrad's hand, and then made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

When Leningrad was forced to bargain with Kirilenko at the door and asked him to drive him home, Putin just came out of the room, and Leningrad familiarly hooked his neck and said that he would go together, so that Kirilenko could take care of himself Rest.Kirilenko picked up the car keys in the drawer and pushed the two of them out of the house together.

Putin laughed off Kirilenko's gesture of stuffing himself into the front seat by his collar, while Leningrad was reluctantly aggrieved in the back seat.

After Putin got out of the car, he smiled and said goodbye to Kirilenko, signaling him to be careful all the way. Leningrad switched to the front seat and took out the latest issue of the magazine from his satchel to show off to Kirilenko, "Brother, I will do it for you on my own." Why should you call me Dad?" Kirilenko followed Putin step by step into the restaurant where he worked, and a boy with the same brown hair jumped up and caught Putin's eye. neck.

Leningrad glanced at the silent pink-haired man, and moved his eyes away from the author's letter typesetting at the end,

Missbell is beautiful, it would be even better if her eyes were green.

For the movie with Peter Pan as the protagonist, most of the movie reviews are talking about Missbell, a wonderful fairy who can fly by sprinkling gold powder on people. Leningrad doesn’t understand it. Stupid.

It's just that Leningrad now feels that Missbell's eyes should be green.

-TBC

The jealous blue-eyed Missbell becomes the quiet green-eyed Mr.bell∑

Scheming Kirilenko and Leningrad who stole the script——!