[Yeqing] Your courier is already in delivery

Wang also lives in a modern residential area not far from here. The entrance and exit gates are equipped with security rooms and access control sensors. Without a special key, you can usually enter the gate, but you cannot enter the small door of the unit building.There are three special key users for the sensor, and Wang Ye took out one for Zhuge Qing from the small basket where the keys were placed, and put it on the key given to him, saving him from having to go downstairs to give it to him. Trouble opening the door.

The security guy at the gate of the community is actually quite humane, and he can basically accommodate people outside the door to come in and out, without making a special call to the owner.But when he got to the downstairs of the unit building, Zhuge Qing, who didn't have a sensor key and didn't know which unit Wang Ye lived in, simply called Wang Ye.

Sunday was Wang Ye's rest, Zhuge Qing gave a notice before leaving, and ran from the supermarket with a pile of vegetables and snacks.Eggs were raw in a plastic bag, and the mobile phone was still tucked between the shoulders to call Wang Ye: "Hello? Old Wang, come down, I can't lift it, and I don't have the key yet!"

"Didn't I give you the keys? Why did you buy so many things?" Wang also answered him on the phone, with the sound of dressing and walking in the background, "Wait, I'll go down right away."

"I have the key to your house, but who knows that there is a sensor door downstairs. It looks like you have to use the communicator above to dial you to open it, but I don't know which one your house is."

"Just talk nonsense, you don't know the house number on the keys, you don't know." Wang also spat at him, "If you don't want to bring it up by yourself, just say it, come up and give you a sensor key. I'm coming down, you are here the door?"

Zhuge Qing hummed, hung up the phone, and then saw Wang Ye appear from behind the opened iron gate.Wearing a thick nightgown and wearing cotton mops, the style and color are standard bad street style home furnishing, and his hair is still tied in a bun, and as he swayed on his head, Zhuge Qing wanted to squeeze it twice.

"I'm going, are you moving the kitchen to my house?"

Wang also took the bag from Zhuge Qing's hand. In the heavy oversized plastic bag, besides vegetables, fruits, poultry, duck and fish, there were also a bunch of spatulas and knives.The other bag was not so big, and Zhuge Qing carried it by himself. It was full of puffed food, cooked snacks and carbonated drinks, as well as several cans of Tsingtao beer and RIO. The total estimated value was one or two hundred.It's all junk food that Wang also called "satisfaction for a while, healthy crematorium".

Zhuge Qing chuckled, ignored the helplessness on Wang Ye's face, walked over to the automatic door that was about to close in two or three steps, and said, "Oh, it's the weekend, take a good rest, don't be so tense, old Wang."

Wang also clicked his tongue and had nothing to say. He put on the bag and sent people to the elevator. After pressing a six, he waited in the empty elevator for time to help them to their destination.

Zhuge Qing, who was carrying a bag, was whistling, and he was playing the recent popular song "Mountain and Sea". less than a dream.From time to time, he would hum a few lines subconsciously, humming so much that Wang couldn't help but look back at him and said, "How much do you like this song, I'm tired of just listening to you sing."

"I like it, just like eating the food you cook."

Wang also choked up for a moment, the words were obviously coaxing, he couldn't answer, so he could only mutter: "Poor mouth!"

Zhuge Qing heard it, and smiled, and walked to Wang Ye's door first when the elevator door opened, and took out the key that Wang Ye gave him--there was an Ari rubber pendant on the key, which swayed with Zhuge Qing's movements, The key inserted in the door lock twisted, and the door opened with a click.

What catches the eye is the living room, the single apartment is not big, Zhuge Qing looked over and saw the TV and glass table seen in the circle of friends.Then there is the porch, which is also a regular shoe cabinet in the wall. A pair of indoor slippers are scattered in the middle, and the words "Welcome" are rusted on the small red carpet under the slippers to rub dust.

Zhuge Qing laughed when he saw it, blocked the door and faced Wang Ye, bowed with his bag in his hand, and said, "Welcome, Mr. Wang. Are you going to be a sharpshooter, or staying in a hotel?"

"Little Qingzi, serve this king a roast duck that has just been slaughtered." The king also pushed him into the house, and took him to the door to accompany Zhuge Qing in acting.

"Hey, this shop doesn't cook roast duck."

"What does Beijing Restaurant do if it doesn't serve roast duck?"

At this moment, the two of them had wandered into the kitchen. Zhuge Qing quarreled with Wang Ye, and put the ingredients in the refrigerator as required. He held up a bag of chicken and said, "Roast chicken!"

Wang also glanced at him, took the chicken out of his hand, picked out the spices and ingredients, and said, "You roast it?"

"No way, I'm just a poor waiter. Naturally, Chef Wang, who is well-known throughout Beijing, will cook the spoon himself. It's guaranteed to be so delicious that you can eat it with your fingers."

Wang also snorted, peeled a banana, stuffed it into Zhuge Qing's unstoppable mouth, kicked the hollow of his leg with his knee, and said with a smile: "What kind of poor running hall are you? The king is not only in charge of cooking for His Royal Highness Zhuge, but also in charge of room service, I am the waiter!"

"My lord, if you're not afraid that I'll blow up the kitchen, I can also enjoy the spring water." Zhuge Qing said sincerely, even if he didn't move his hands, he was still eating bananas, "What are you eating today?"

Wang also picked up the things that Zhuge Qing bought at his own expense, thought for a while, and said, "Just the roast chicken you mentioned, and make some soup...Why do you stuff my mouth with bananas if you can't finish eating?"

"Talk about chicken but don't talk about shit, civilized you and me."

said Zhuge Qing, who put a half-eaten banana into Wang Ye's mouth.

Wang also froze for a moment, then he came to his senses, he finished the banana stuffed into his mouth dumbfounded, and drove Zhuge Qing who got in the way out of the kitchen, and started tinkering in front of the stove by himself.

Zhuge Qing, who was left in the living room, was so bored that he walked around Wang Ye's living room and started wandering around the room out of curiosity.The layout of the living room is very simple, the walls are simply painted, a large-screen LCD TV is hung on the wall, and directly below is a platform for storing some sundries, a set-top box and a batch of books are placed on it.Surrounding the TV wall are small storage compartments, stuffed with daily necessities such as hardware supplies, raincoats and umbrellas, and there is also a cabinet with video discs. When you open it, there are some Taoist videos and traditional Chinese exercises such as Tai Chi. body movement.The sofa is the most common type of IKEA, half of which is used for sitting, and half of which can be opened to lie down.There is a calligraphy and painting on the wall next to the sofa, the cursive writing is Chang Qing Jing, and the signature is a red stamp with the word Ye.

Zhuge Qing's eyebrows raised, his own calligraphy was considered good, unexpectedly, Wang also wrote good calligraphy.And with a glance, I found rice paper and ink in the hole of the glass low table in the middle of the living room, and writing brushes were hung on the left wall. There are five brushes in total from large to small, all of which are of the highest quality.And the rice paper rolled in the table hole is also of high quality, and the ink is not the kind of pre-processed ink in bookstores, but the best ink ingots with a bluish purple color.

Pay attention.Zhuge Qing sighed secretly.There are fewer and fewer people who can calm down and write, not to mention that Wang is still a busy courier.This can't help but make Zhuge Qing feel more fond of Wang Ye.

But other than that, there are no bright spots. The decoration style of the whole living room is very plain, neat and tidy, but it always feels too empty and lifeless.In short, it is an apartment for a very straight man.Except for the succulent plants grown indoors next to the TV, which made him feel a little interesting, everything else was nothing more than that.It was the only cactus that was not of the same species. Zhuge Qing asked where Wang Ye's watering can was, followed the instructions to find it, connected water, and watered these plants one by one.

The watering can was placed on the bathroom table by Wang Ye. When Zhuge Qing went in, he paid a little attention to the structure inside, but there was still nothing bright about it, and he was surprised only by the partition of the shower room.Anyone who sees a completely transparent compartment will be surprised. This thing can't separate anything except water, so it's suitable for peeping.

Zhuge Qing clicked his tongue twice, he didn't expect Wang Ye to be a mutt satyr, he thought he was serious, but he turned out to be the same as an ordinary man.When he came out, he couldn't help but cast an inscrutable look at Wang Ye, which made Wang Ye frowned, his face was full of confusion, and the force in his hand was weak.

"What's wrong, why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Ye said, "The toilet is blocked?"

"No. Oh, by the way, can I go to your room and have a look?"

"It's up to you, just don't look through my closet, and I have to clean up the mess myself."

"Is there anything strange in your room?" Zhuge Qing asked standing at the door, with teasing eyes and voice, "For example, special films, paper products and so on."

Wang also froze for a moment, then blushed, patted the chicken into the marinade, and shouted, "Go, I'm serious!"

Zhuge Qing giggled and didn't comment, but he knew it was impossible for him to put those things in the bedroom as soon as he entered.

Dare I ask which Taoist disciple can see that kind of thing under the hanging portrait of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty?

It's not a specially made statue, but a very large hanging portrait, which is pasted on the wall facing the bed. As soon as Zhuge Qing entered, he felt that his mind was enlightened by the three heavenly gods, and all the crooked thoughts were under their gaze. The ashes flew to smoke, and he only dared to take a quick glance before walking out of Wang Ye's bedroom.

Looking at Wang Ye who was carrying the processed chicken to the oven, Zhuge Qing had complicated eyes, and Zhuge Qing said to Wang Ye solemnly and seriously: "Old Wang, how long have you been single?"

"Maternity solo." Wang also replied, and took off the oven gloves after covering the oven. "I have tried to kiss a few times, but they failed for various reasons."

"Because they know that you are good-looking, have a Beijing hukou, have a house and a car, and are extraordinarily good at housework?"

"What's this? Some people have gone too many, don't you? Oh, except for housework. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Maybe it's because my personality is not good enough."

"Have you ever brought them home?"

"Well, I have to show it." Wang also thought of something, and scratched his face a little embarrassedly, "But they rejected me soon... Maybe they think the house is too small."

Not to mention anything else, Zhuge Qing swears based on the two months of getting along with each other that no one will be better if Wang Ye's character is not good. Is there anyone more gentle and considerate than this person?Zhuge Qing would give him [-] out of [-] even if he wiped his saliva with the smell of the roasted chicken in the oven. He is definitely the best candidate for marriage and having children.

Zhuge Qing thought for a while, decided to help his buddy, and discussed with him, "I did some calculations and found out that it was the patriarch's painting in your bedroom that blocked your wonderful marriage."

"You are challenging the bottom line of the disciples of this Taoism."

Wang also refuted forcefully with the backbone of being single all his life.

"Peach blossoms can be discarded, but patriarchs cannot be bullied."

"Why don't you say that your future partner will come to you on a yellow ox with a floating dust in his hand, leading the patriarch?"

"A wonderful person, Old Qing!"

"Wonderful, your grandma has such a leg!"