【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-It seems that you secretly used my shampoo.

Komanic sat on the table in the locker room and kicked his legs, waiting for Putin's supper to change shifts, to calm down the anger that he just grabbed Putin to complain about taking overtime for midnight supper and not telling himself that he would give him a ride home alone.Even if Putin signaled not to wait for him, but insisted on staying and waiting for Putin to get off work with a small temper, this would be called boring again.Putin took out his book and asked him if he wanted to read a magazine, but he turned through his bag and only found his own novel.

Komanic curled his lips, urging Putin to leave the dressing room quickly, and took out the magazines he had bought and read in his bag. He didn't want the latter to suddenly point to the magazine in his hand excitedly, as if it was stolen by Komanic. took his.

As Putin's friend, Komanic immediately understood, jumped off the table, and pushed Putin out of the door, "Okay, I bought this myself, who am I? Even the magazines will steal from you." After a simple sign language waiting for me, I ran to the hall.

Komenic waved his hand, turned around and jumped on the table to sit down again, sliding his fingers along the spine to the corner of the book, and flipping through the marked pages.

"Peter Pan Covered with Gold Dust"

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone placed next to Komanic’s lap suddenly turned on. After reading the WeChat message, he stared at the photo of himself and Putin on the lock screen of his mobile phone, and then looked at the Missbell printed at the footer.

Hmm... the layout of this page is very nice.

The pages brushed by fingers and returned to the smooth plastic cover, and on the cover dominated by Peter Pan, there was another wonderful fairy with blue eyes and blond hair.

Komanic blinked, turned the strange feeling in his heart, and started reading from the first page.

Putin woke up Komanic, who was wearing earphones, already past midnight. Komanic opened his eyes, looked at the maroon head dangling in front of him in a daze, and said unconsciously, "You Time to dye my hair again."

Putin didn't want to dye such a flamboyant color at first, and the golden color that was pulled by Komanich to dye it together has almost faded after a few months.

Putin just nodded his head as if coaxing a child, and put a can of Coke directly on the side of Komanic's face.Komanic was shivered by the ice, but knew better what he had said just now. He clasped Putin's wrist holding the Coke, "Go to the barber shop sometime."

Putin was also tired, so he agreed casually and took Komanic away, comforting Komanic who was about to climb over the wall after returning to school, and jumped on the Didi car to go home.

After 24 hours in the convenience store, Putin realized that he had no more shampoo to use. He squatted in front of a row of shampoo at the bottom and found that the brand he was used to was missing. bottle.

When I opened the door of the house, I found Kirilenko who just came out of the kitchen with coffee. Putin was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He nodded to Kirilenko with his eyes blindfolded. Looking at the transparent plastic bag in Putin's hand, his eyes suddenly became ambiguous.

It wasn't until he regained his senses from the hot water pouring down from the shower head that he lowered his head and pressed his hands on the shampoo. He found out the bottle that belonged to him in the two bottles of the same package by his weight, and rubbed his hair. Kirilenko's flickering eyes found a reason.

When Putin came out with a towel on, Kirilenko was still flipping through a magazine. Putin, who had just struggled with himself in the bathroom, even felt that Kirilenko smiled jokingly, regardless of his dripping hair. , I went to look through the notebook and pen in the bag,

[I was confused and bought the familiar one at the convenience store and it smells good]

Kirilenko propped his head up and looked at Putin, who was holding the notebook to cover his mouth and nose, only his eyes were exposed. He caught the boy secretly looking away, stood up with his hands on the table, and clamped Putin's arms with both hands to stop the crowd. The back footsteps pulled into the distance between the two of them. He lowered his head and buried his face in the white towel on the head. The faint fragrance of his hair radiated through the towel. He leaned his head on the boy's shoulder.

"It smells good." The pink-haired man whispered through the towel next to his ear.

He fumbled to find the cup on the other side, and stuffed it into the boy's hand hanging by his side.

Kirilenko stood up again, picked up his own coffee, and went directly to his room, leaving the space in the living room for Putin himself.

Putin walked back to his room with a cup like a zombie, pulled out a chair in front of the desk and sat down, tore off the towel from his head, raised his head and covered his face, and instantly his eyes only became Bright white.Putin took a deep breath, straightened his neck and let the towel fall on his lap, knocked his teeth against the rim of the cup and took a sip of the hot drink,

Smack your lips, hot chocolate.

Kirilenko was sitting in front of the computer, leaning against the back, holding the ear of the cup with one hand, slightly exerting force on his wrist to show a nice line, and his eyes were moistened by the heat of the coffee.Kirilenko lowered his head and rubbed his fingertips,

Fortunately, when I touched my hand down, I didn't make a fist.

Putin was dawdling in front of the desk like a disabled person without hands and finished his chocolate. Suddenly remembering that the living room was still brightly lit, he kicked the chair away and just touched the doorknob when he heard the switch outside the door. the sound of.Putin withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded by the doorknob, and made a fist on his chest, opening and closing it no less than ten times, and finally threw his hands and rolled onto the bed.

Putin opened his eyes at six o'clock, turned off the alarm clock that was originally set at eight o'clock, changed his clothes, and poked his head out of the door like a spy, focusing on Kirilenko's dark door, staring at After 5 minutes of no movement, he quickly ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, put his satchel on his back and ran out the door, but did not forget to lock it quietly.

It's just that Putin only remembered the man in the bird's nest who slept until noon when he first met Kirilenko, but he forgot that he was attacked in front of the room early in the morning.

Kirilenko came out from the tall refrigerator, the ripples in the water glass trembling.

Holding the water glass, he walked to the row of carrots and poured the water down sideways, guessing that Putin had already reached the station.

I adjusted my hat and went downstairs, ran and jumped to the park, but turned back after crossing the zebra road at an intersection. When I passed the bus stop, I lowered my hat and ran quickly.

Putin rushed out of the house at six o'clock, looked dazed at the old men and women all over the street, walked a few steps to buy a cup of soy milk for himself, followed a group of old men in Tai Chi suits to the park, in the middle of the open space I found a wooden chair and sat down, the soles of the sneakers beat alternately on the stone road, and my thoughts were sent to the sky by the white crane's wings. He lowered his head and dozed listlessly, and didn't even see the WeChat push displayed on the lock screen of the phone.

-TBC