【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-It's like the tiny hair stubble still stuck on the bridge of the nose that night, and it fell on the leg with the bumps of the bus.

-Sneaky anticipation.

When Putin came to the big classroom with soy milk that he couldn't finish drinking for several hours, Komanic, who was addicted to being late, was surprisingly already sitting in the back row, with his head tilted and his entire face pressed against the table. I was playing with my mobile phone on the Internet, and when I saw Putin squeezed over to sit down, I dropped the mobile phone and grabbed it.

"Damn, I sent you so many messages, why didn't you reply??"

The latter took off the last earphone hanging on Kankan's left ear, took out his mobile phone and pressed it on. The red mark in the upper right corner of the chat software exceeded ten.Putin clicked on it, and it was all the official account introduction of the hair salon sent to him by Komenic, as well as various roaring punctuation marks telling him to dye his hair.

Putin looked at the expecting Komanic full of doubts, and Komanic snatched his mobile phone to help him click on the official account article, took Putin to scroll the screen, leaned on the table and looked sideways with his chin propped Putin,

"Is it cool? This store, I told you yesterday that you should dye your hair."

Putin frowned to express his doubts. Komanic drew a circle with his hand and made a blingbling gesture, "Dye it golden."

Putin began to shake his head as if he was on the engine, but Komanic pinched his cheeks and puffed up his chest in a heroic gesture, "As usual, you can dye me too." Putin seemed very tired, and put Komanic on Niqi moved his hands away, adjusted his posture, stretched his hands and feet, and lay down on the table to play with his mobile phone in the same way as Komenici did before.

Komanic was surprised for a while by Putin's good words, but he was immersed in the joy of being able to make Putin into Mr. Bell, and he picked up the cold soy milk that Putin put down and drank it.

Komanich dragged Putin halfway to the hair salon he liked.Putin was still swiping his phone listlessly like a deflated balloon, and let Komanic express his opinion on the hairstyle he planned to have at will, but the two girls next to him who had just washed their hair and wrapped their heads in towels listened to Komanic. Manic took a breath as he chattered non-stop, clutching the phone tightly in his hand, and Putin saw it, bent his knees and pressed the inside of Komanic's knees.Komanic, who was still struggling to open the membership card, turned his head to look at it, dropped the leaflet he just got in his hand, and jumped in front of the two girls,

"No, no, we are good brothers who have known each other for many years. When he is going to get married, let's dye his hair together to commemorate it."

The two girls were cowed into the sofa by Komanic. Putin also covered most of his face with his palm and pulled Komanic by his collar to wash his hair.

When Putin was pressed on a chair to finish the hair dye, he had the real feeling that he wanted to change his hair color again.His eyes shifted from himself in front of the big mirror to Komanic, who was sitting next to him and had already started to doze off. It turned out that he was getting wet by his bangs, which he thought were greasy and heavy, and lifted them to the top of his head, but he looked a little ruffian.

Komanic felt Putin's gaze, opened his eyes and blinked at Putin, grinned and closed his eyes.Putin saw in the mirror that the two little girls sitting behind blushed quickly, turned on the phone and started typing.Putin shook his head, closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

The white light passed through the eyelids and the vision was red. Putin lowered his head to avoid the light, and boredly drew the outline of Komanic's eyes just now, but when filling in the color, the gold color turned into pink. When he opened his eyes, it was not. He blinked curiously, but stared aggressively at the front, and the little girls sitting behind were also scared and quickly looked away.

Putin bit his lower lip and smiled, exhaled a few times through his nose, crossed his crossed legs and changed them a few times.Putin is no stranger to this feeling, just like the tiny hair stubble stuck to the bridge of his nose that night, which fell on his leg with the bumps of the bus.

Sneaky anticipation.

Putin lowered his head and closed his eyes, and fell asleep all at once.When I wake up, my hair is golden.Putin turned his fingertips against the top of his head, feeling like a Simba.

I just don't know why Komanic took his hand and shook it a few times on top of his head, as if throwing salt.

Putin wrote on the notebook with a pen on the car to work,

[I'm thinking about another question now]

Komanich was still imagining putting a ball on the back of Putin's head, and glanced at his notebook, "Well, tell me."

Putin continued to write, the strokes were shaken like snakes,

【Will the restaurant quarrel with us because of our bad influence】

Komanic's eyes were shining brightly one second, and then he looked at Putin with disgust the next second, so you can't have something promising, such as flying to an uninhabited island or something.

When Putin left, he even wanted to turn around and ask the manager if anyone else needed a substitute in the middle of the night, but he still boarded the bus home.

When Putin opened the door, he prayed that Kirilenko would stop typing at the dinner table, which of course backfired.Putin held the key in his hand and stood at the door looking at Kirilenko, forgetting to close the door.

Kirilenko looked at Putin's golden head, and there was a moment of amazement in his eyes. What's more, he couldn't hide it when he opened his eyes when he climbed a mountain in a group activity organized by the publishing house and put his hands together in front of the temple. pious.

Then quietly hid a little desire in it.

Putin looked at the half face exposed behind Kirilenko's computer, thinking that he didn't seem to have done anything to himself.After being alone for too long, someone patted his head and patted his shoulders but guessed a whole long story.

This bunch of rhetoric has always been just used to deceive myself.

He could only show an awkward but polite smile and leaned against the crack of the wall to sneak back to his room, but he stopped because of Kirilenko who was walking towards him, so he just passed by and closed the inner door .

Putin breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk into his room, not wanting to be held back again. His big hands touched his bangs, covered the top of his head and rubbed left and right a few times, then leaned against the wall with arms crossed, and stretched out by himself. Look away from the neck,

"It turns out that you can also dye such a flamboyant hair color." The pink-haired man leaned lazily against the wall and raised his chin at the blond-haired boy.Putin smiled sheepishly and touched the back of his head.

Pointing to the door of his own room, he was about to go back, and Kirilenko followed behind and sat back, closed his notebook, leaned against the edge of the table, and waited for Putin to pack his pajamas before coming out of the room.

Seeing Putin opening the door, Kirilenko flicked the cup with his hand sideways, his fingernails hitting the ceramic made a crisp sound, picked up his notebook and went back to his room.

Putin waved to Kirilenko who turned back after opening the door, and walked a few steps forward to get the cup. If he was lazy and didn't want to let go of the ear of the cup, his fingers would turn red, so he threw the cup of hot milk on the table and went to the bathroom .

When Putin nestled neatly into his bed and took out his mobile phone, Kirilenko, who was once suspected by Putin to be an unauthenticated advertising account, sent Putin a message.

To be precise, it's a screenshot, a screenshot of the movie show on tomorrow's rest day,

【What do you want to see? 】he asks.

Putin finger taps on the screen,

[Let's play this game at four o'clock tomorrow. ] he replied.

[I book a ticket.Let's have dinner together after watching the movie. 】

【Good night. 】

-TBC