I'm off powder

After Shen Huai said "Get out of the way", Shen Nanfang walked aside in a daze, and silently lowered his head.

He didn't have any hope anymore, he didn't expect to wait for the door lock to open with a "click", followed by Shen Huai's slightly deep voice.

"come in."

Shen Nanfang looked up at Shen Huai in fear, Shen Huai frowned, and looked away unaccustomed.

"Change your shoes."

"Ah..." Shen Nanfang looked at the shoe cabinet and licked his chapped lips, "Which pair?"

Shen Huai's expression was impatient, and his tone was even more impatient: "Whatever."

It coincides with the rainy season, and the air is filled with misty water vapor, with a suffocating sense of depression.

Shen Nanfang sat on the sofa with an upright posture, with his hands on his knees stiffly, like a primary school student.

Shen Huai walked past him, Shen Nanfang followed his back and saw him open the French windows...

—— "Don't drive, it's going to rain later."

Shen Huai turned his head and gave him a cold look, and opened the French windows wider.

Shen Nanfang: "..."

He lowered his head and wrung his hands.

Shen Huai walked back in front of him, kicked the sack, and asked, "What is this?"

"Vegetables." Shen Nan was shocked, squatting down and opening the tightly tied bag, muttering, "I went to the farmer's market to pick...they were all your favorites when you were young. There are vegetables and meat, you see Look, the soft-shelled turtle and black-bone chicken..."

Shen Nanfang babbled on and on for a long time before he realized the silence around him.

He looked up and found that Shen Huai was staring into his eyes.

The man's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to when he was young, the eyebrows are sharp, the bridge of the nose is high, and the upper lip is thin but slightly raised.

Shen Nanfang choked his throat and called him: "Xiao Huai..."

"What tricks do you want to play?"

Shen Nanfang shook his head when he heard the words, looking a little aggrieved: "I don't have one..."

Shen Huai snorted coldly.

"Really! Me, me, me..." Shen Nanfang took out a dirty piece of paper from his pocket, "Look, I've already arranged the menu, and I'm going to make it for you, seven days a week without duplicates... "

Shen Huai glanced at the paper.

The paper is indeed dirty, but the handwriting is clear and clear.

"Salt and pepper strips", "sweet and sour eggplant", "boiled pork slices"...

"water……"

He recognized the character, the standard "Shen Nan style".

The first word he learned when he was a child was the word "water", which was taught by Shen Nanfang.

——"The fortune teller said that the five elements of Xiaohuai are short of water, and the word 'water' is not enough, so it is named 'Shenhuai'. 'Huai' is the clearest water."

"up to you."

Shen Huai left a word coldly, walked into his bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Shen Nanfang froze for a while, sighed softly, and then silently dragged the sack into the kitchen.

He is used to being out at night, coupled with the depression in his heart, he took those vegetables as his heart, tossing them slowly, and the condiments in them were all his own blood and tears.

This accidentally got the sunrise.

Shen Nanfang walked out of the kitchen wearily, and sat down on the sofa.

Originally, he just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

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Shen Huai was woken up by Zhao Zhao's "artificial alarm clock" as usual.

He looked at his watch sleepily, and pressed his forehead: "...it's not even six o'clock."

"Brother Huai, you forgot to go to the beach to shoot today..."

"understood."

Shen Huai was depressed, and resisted the sleepiness to get up.

He was like this every time. In the few minutes he just woke up, he didn't even know the year of the monkey.When it comes to shooting out of town instead of living at home, he will as usual think it is at home.

Rather belatedly.

First thing in the morning is to drink a glass of warm water.

Shen Huai walked out of the room bare-chested, stretching while yawning, and glanced casually with half-closed eyes.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and he didn't even have time to retract his arms.

Shen Nanfang fell asleep on the sofa, with his head resting on the armrest of the sofa, half of his calf hanging in the air.

His face was facing the inside of the sofa, so no expression could be seen.

But judging by the slow, rhythmic ups and downs of his body, he was sleeping fairly deeply.

Sleep here all night?

Can this fall asleep?

Shen Huai is a person who has high requirements for sleep quality, so it's hard to imagine that such a burly person like Shen Nanfang slept on the narrow sofa for a whole night...

He snorted, turned and walked to the kitchen.

Before taking a few steps, the footsteps stopped again.

This time I was overwhelmed by the colorful dishes on the table.

Five dishes and one soup.

They were all impressions left in his vague memory, he picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with his chopsticks trembling slightly.

Sweet and sour with a hint of pepper, enveloping the palate.

For so many years, he has searched all kinds of restaurants in the city and tasted all kinds of takeaways, but he has never found such sweet and sour pork.

Only a wonderful person like Shen Nanfang can make such a wonderful dish...

He chuckled silently at himself.

——Only a fool like him would look for that kind of taste.

"Go to your sister's Shen Nan..."

Shen Huai cursed in a low voice, then suddenly restrained his expression.

He served himself a bowl of rice.

Then sit down and start eating.

The rice is still hot in an insulated rice cooker.

The dishes are also warm.

It can be seen that it didn't take long to finish.

Shen Huai's entire eating process was slow and silent.

The taste of the food is neither salty nor bland, it is very delicious, but what he tastes on the tip of his tongue is full of bitterness.

My chest seemed to be full of breath, and I couldn't eat any more after eating half a bowl.

He stood up, walked to the sofa, and called to Shen Nanfang: "Get up."

Shen Nanfang didn't sleep deeply, and when he woke up, he opened his eyes and straightened up: "You woke up?! I..."

"Go to the guest room and sleep." Shen Huai said coldly, "Take a shower before going to bed, there are towels and toothbrushes in the cabinet. Clothes... wear mine. Go find it in my room."

Shen Huai never thought that Shen Nanfang would stay for a long time.

He is a man with a hard mouth and a soft heart, otherwise he would not have allowed Shen Nanfang, a man who has not fulfilled his father's duties, to threaten him for so long; he originally only thought that Shen Nanfang had a nervous breakdown and would disappear without a trace in a few days .

Unexpectedly, Shen Nanfang lived here for nearly ten days.

"Your dad hasn't left yet?" Gu Han took a sip of the purple rice porridge, looked up at him, "It seems like a long time."

"Well, it's been ten days." Shen Huai's tone was not salty, and he took his bowl casually, "Have another half bowl."

The porridge was cooked by Shen Nanfang, and Shen Huai specially brought it in a thermos.

In fact, the taste of porridge is nothing unusual.

It's just that Shen Huai's childlike showing off made Gu Hanshi a little dumbfounded.

Funny, with a little distress.

He shook his chair and said, "I've already eaten two bowls."

"If you can't eat it, you have to throw it away. It's a waste." Shen Huai handed him the bowl.

Gu Hanshi still didn't move, he only squinted his eyes and smiled.

Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You don't want me to feed you, do you?"

He took a spoonful with a spoon and handed it to Gu Hanshi's mouth: "Here..."

Gu Hanshi opened his mouth to probe, and swallowed the porridge.

"I'm really not afraid of being burned." Shen Huai smiled, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, "So good."

"Hiss...how did you talk? You're getting smaller and smaller." Gu Han scolded with a smile, "But having said that, you've...been particularly...radiant recently."

Shen Huai was speechless: "I am the male god of the whole people, when have I ever been depressed?"

"'National male god' I didn't see it, but you don't need to look to know if you are really thick-skinned." Gu Hanshi stroked his chin with his index finger, the lines were smooth and smooth, except for the stinging feeling of slight stubble .

The whole person is sunny and gentle.

Everywhere is good.

It's his favorite look.

He knew in his heart where the appearance he had never seen before came from.

In Shen Huai's heart lived a lonely child, who lived in the dark bottom of the well all year round with the remnants of dead vines.

Then one day, a seed and a ray of sunlight suddenly leaked from the bottom of the well.

Shen Huai's birthday is coming soon.

Fans on Weibo started soliciting support early in the morning, and all of them posted uniform topics.

Shen Huai brushed Weibo and asked Gu Han: "What birthday gift are you going to give me?"

"You still want a birthday present?" Gu Hanshi lay on his lap, playing with his phone while laughing, "Like a little girl."

Shen Huai weighed his legs greatly when he heard the words, dissatisfied: "Hey! On your last birthday, I gave you such a meaningful gift! Cannibalism has a short mouth and soft hands, haven't you heard of it?"

Gu Hanshi turned the screen of the phone down, put it on his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "You don't intend to live with me alone."

Shen Huai didn't expect him to say this suddenly, he was startled, and replied in a vain manner: "What and what..."

Gu Hanshi's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at him and said, "Your father... will he celebrate your birthday?"

Shen Huai moved his chin, turned his head away awkwardly, and looked towards the balcony: "He didn't say that."

After speaking, he stood up and went to the balcony to close the window.

It's going to be windy.

Gu Hanshi sat up, cross-legged on the sofa, and looked at his figure.

After closing the window, Shen Huai turned back to meet his eyes, let out a long breath, and said in a helpless tone, "Isn't it enough to admit that you are the smartest?"

With a cruel heart, he raised his hand and gently placed it on the top of Gu Hanshi's head, ruffling his short hair.

Gu Hanshi's hair is thick and soft, and he doesn't have the bald gene at first glance.

Gu Hanshi's hand was on the back of his hand.

With palms and backs touching, Shen Huai could clearly feel the thin calluses and rough palm lines of Gu Hanshi's palms.

He looked at him, and he looked at him.

"I said I wanted to live with you two. Have a big meal or something..." Shen Huai's eyes were full of apology, "but my dad started nagging a few days ago, saying that he would help me celebrate my birthday. I see him Been poring over recipes for days with reading glasses on and don't know how to say 'no'."

Gu Hanshi still looked at him with a smile on his face.

Shen Huai couldn't help but swear: "Don't look at me like that. I'm scared... Actually, I've already told my dad that I'll bring my friends with me when the time comes."

He paused, his tone and eyes were very sincere, and he emphasized: "Teacher Gu, I haven't forgotten you."

"Oh." Gu Han nodded, spread Shen Huai's palm upwards, and patted hard, "Okay. Deal."

After he finished speaking, he moved close to Shen Huai's earlobe and spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse.

"...But as a punishment, there are no gifts."

The author has something to say: the title of this chapter is "My teacher is XX" (squinting smile)

Then I feel very uncomfortable now, because before Thursday, I have to deposit 1W5 this week, unless I miss work, otherwise it will not work!Book!Come!No!and!ah!

It's still an old saying, the young don't work hard, the boss is a typewriter......