【Jiu Ci】It's all true love, don't compare

The morning light is faint, and the crisp chirping sounds are usually heard outside the window, which indicates that today will be good weather again.

Ibaraki turned over amidst the birdsong, and rolled directly from the sofa onto the carpet. The carpet was soft, but the weightlessness of the fall still woke him up.He sat up on the sofa sleepily, only to feel pain in his neck and shoulders, as if someone sneaked into the house in the middle of the night and beat him up.

He scratched his hair, fumbled around for his phone with his eyes half-opened, finally got it out from under his buttocks, turned on the screen, and there was a comment column on it, half-written comments were still lying in it, and the last line was all unreadable. The letters that I understand are garbled.

……

"no."

Ibaraki woke up suddenly, covering his face with a headache.

Yesterday, the passer-by's wife suddenly resumed updating, and one update was almost the usual two or three days' worth. He racked his brains to write a long comment to feed his wife, but his language skills were hindered, and he fell asleep after wringing his hands. Already forgot what I was going to say.

He sat there for a while, wiped his face, and decided to get up to wash up first, and take a good look at it after finishing today's work.

The author of Flame Wine is said to be in a different department of the same company as him, and he can be regarded as a colleague, but there is no chance to cooperate with him on weekdays. No matter how much Ibaraki likes him, it is not good to bother him. This is the basic cultivation of fans. He still has it.According to Qing Xingdeng, Teacher Lie Yan is a rigorous person, similar to the style of writing.Since it is a cross-departmental cooperation with the company, it saves a lot of tedious procedures in the early stage, and can directly start preparing the draft, but even so, the draft is still a big project, not to mention, the person design alone is enough for him to toss .Fortunately, he has read this book back and forth many times, and he has also learned some historical materials when he was drawing the same person, and he still has some ideas in his mind. Otherwise, facing such a huge amount of text, it would take a day or two to prepare.

After washing, he threw his mobile phone beside the sofa to charge, holding the kettle and a bag of snacks brought by Qingxing Deng, sat in front of the computer, adjusted a comfortable posture, and geared up to start work.

In any case, it is the first time to cooperate with an author I really like, and I must not lose the chain.

At the same time, Jiu Tun had just finished his morning run and stepped into the house.

He took a shower, leaned against the cooking table and started to grind the coffee beans. As he grinded, he began to lose his mind.

What happened yesterday was too... Even if I think about it after a night, the embarrassment will not be reduced at all.Shuten thought of Ibaraki's expression on leaving in a hurry, and felt more and more that he must be regarded as a strange and rude person.

Wouldn't it be better to formally apologize?Or treat him to a meal to make amends?Is it too early and the other person doesn't look like a regular person, maybe he hasn't woken up yet?

The coffee beans had been ground very finely, exuding a mellow aroma, and Shuten was still standing there mechanically turning the handle, really wondering what went wrong.He has always been calm and restrained in his dealings with others, and it is rare for such embarrassing things to happen. He feels uncomfortable when he thinks that the other party might put a strange label on him.

After struggling for a while, he still sent a message, apologizing briefly but sincerely, and thanking the other party for the teething toys.

An hour passed with no reply.

Two hours passed with no reply.

……

Until Jiu Tun finished writing today's update, there was no movement from the other party, and it seemed inappropriate to call directly, so it seemed that he had to wait a little longer.

Jiu Tun rubbed his forehead, and decided to get up and have dinner before writing.The soy sauce at home was almost running out, so he casually put on a coat and went downstairs to the convenience store.

Soy sauce should be in...

Shuten walked slowly while looking at the bottles and cans on the shelf, and suddenly his shoulder touched the person on the other side.

"Excuse me."

He turned his head reflexively to apologize, and the person next to him also raised his head, his hair was disheveled and his face was indifferent, his amber eyes blinked a few times, could it be Ibaraki who he couldn't contact?

"Oh, what a coincidence! What are you looking for?"

He was thinking about how to greet the other party, but Ibaraki had already opened his mouth naturally, with no grudges.

"Buy soy sauce," Jiu Tun was a little overwhelmed for a while, and replied following the other party's rhythm, "What about you?"

"Chili sauce." Ibaraki took out a bottle from the shelf and waved it in front of his eyes. Jiu Tun saw that he was holding a bunch of things in his arms, all of which were bags of instant food like ramen, cheese bread, and several boxes of biscuits. .

"Is this for dinner?"

"Well, just eat something, I've been busy with work all day, my brain cells are going to die, I can't take care of it..."

Ibaraki complained and walked with him to the cashier.

"Didn't you receive the message I sent you?"

"Ah... I haven't looked at my phone today, what's the matter?" Ibaraki said as he was about to reach out for his pocket, when a box of biscuits fell out of his pocket, and Jiu Tun quickly caught it.

"It's nothing. I was planning to invite you to dinner, but you didn't reply all day." Jiu Tun now understood that the other party probably didn't care about what happened yesterday, and he relaxed, and smiled, "But now It's also in time to reply, I just want to make dinner when I go back, so it won't bother you to have an extra portion, how about it?"

"Is it okay?" Ibaraki looked down at the things in his arms, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, just thank you for the teether toy, my hamster is much better today."

"Then... that's fine, then I'll bother you."

Ibaraki laughed, his eyes were crooked, and he finally looked less lifeless, with a little youthful vigor.Jiu Tun glanced at him a few times, and secretly came to a conclusion: it's better to look at him like this.

Two plates of steaming fried noodles came out of the pan quickly, with a yellow and white poached egg on top, a handful of bonito flakes and a little seaweed, it looked tempting enough.

"——! Delicious!" Ibaraki put a chopstick into his mouth, his eyes lit up, "You are too good at cooking!"

"If you live by yourself for a long time, you will be fine." Jiu Tun poked the poached egg, "Don't you also live alone? Don't you usually cook at home?"

"Uh..." Ibaraki scratched his hair embarrassingly, "I can also make some simple ones, but they are not as delicious as yours, and I am too lazy to move after work, and I almost live on takeout... I guess... "

"In this way, it's understandable. You work very hard, right? I feel that I don't have much energy every time I meet you."

Jiu Tun tentatively said.

"Ahahaha... It's actually okay, because I have a new project recently, so I'm busy. It's a very important project, and it puts me under a lot of pressure!" Ibaraki said with a sad face, "Forget it, let it be fate."

"Then you have to eat well," Jiu Tun unconsciously began to educate him, "I'm a paperworker, and I didn't remember to eat when I was busy. That's what matters."

"Wow...writing work," Ibaraki sighed, "I admire the people who do writing work, it feels amazing!"

Jiu Tun smiled: "What about you? What do you do?"

"I paint."

"That's also very powerful," Jiu Tun said, "Speaking of which, we can be regarded as half of the same industry, and we are all creative jobs."

"Yes! Are you also working at home?" Ibaraki turned his head and looked at the neat workbench by the window, feeling a little embarrassed, "Are the people who do paperwork really strict? My workbench... er ,very messy……"

"It has nothing to do with this, it's just that everyone has different habits," Jiu Tun comforted him, "I also know the kind of colleagues who bury themselves in piles of paper, the house is full of books, and it is difficult to walk."

"Well... that's true."

Ibaraki thought about it for a while, and then he was relieved, and smiled at him: "You are so kind, you are smart and can cook, and the most important thing is that you are handsome!"

The wine swallowed and choked in his throat.

"...Why did you say this suddenly?"

"Original. It's rare to see such a sharp-edged face like you. The color of your eyes is also very beautiful. It looks like a mixed race. Your figure also looks great. The proportions are good. You must be working out, right? I'm very fond of pretty things. Impressive, it’s a bit of an occupational disease.”

Ibaraki's tone was so natural that Shuten was stunned for a moment, thinking that what he said made sense.

"It really feels like..."

It took him a long time to shake his head, "You said it so bluntly, I don't know if I should be humble."

"What's there to be modest about? I'm telling the truth. If you think it looks good, of course you have to say it. It's so boring to keep it in your heart." Ibaraki clapped his hands contentedly, "I'm full, thank you for the hospitality! Let me wash the dishes for you !"

"...Okay, then thank you for your hard work."

Shuten watched him put the plate into the sink and shook his head amusedly.

Really... quite a straightforward personality.

After clearing the table, Ibaraki walked to the side of the mouse cage, squatted down to look at the yellow fur balls in the cage.

"Well, the teething toy is still quite useful," he commented, "but it doesn't seem to care about people? Don't you usually play with it?"

"...It ignores me," Jiu Tun told the truth, "This guy only comes out when he smells something to eat, here, look."

He casually took out a bag of chocolate biscuits and tore them open, held a biscuit stick and stretched it near the cage. There was a rustling sound in the cage, and the fur ball quickly came out of the small room, pawing at the cage eagerly.Jiu Tun shook his head, withdrew his hand and ate the biscuit by himself. Seeing that its master was cheating its feelings again, Mao Qiu angrily knocked down the cage, twisted its buttocks and went back into the nest.

Ibaraki was dumbfounded, and after a long while, he managed to hold back a sentence:

"Yes, with personality..."

"I really don't know what they think. They bought such a thing for me. They don't care about people and are fierce. How can they look like pets?" Jiu Tun stretched out the biscuit bag to him, "Your family's Is that also the case?"

"My Qiuqiu is okay, I hold it in my hand every day, and it's quite obedient..."

Ibaraki casually took a biscuit and bit it into his mouth, he was stunned for a moment.

"what happened?"

"Uh, it's nothing, I suddenly remembered that I lost a courier package and a box of snacks a few days ago, and then I forgot to buy it again..."

Ibaraki scratched his head, stood up, didn't pay attention to Shuten's movements, and kicked the storage box behind him under the table without showing any signs.

"Then I'll go back today?"

Walking to the door, the white-haired man turned his head around again and swallowed his wine with a smile: "Thank you for dinner, I will treat you next time!"

"Did you do it yourself?" Jiu Tun also laughed.

"Uh... are you sure?"

"Of course, otherwise, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? It's not difficult to make a fool of yourself." Jiu Tun said seriously.

"Okay then," Ibaraki shrugged and stepped out the door, "For the sake of being a good person, I have to go back and practice first."

"...Hey, hey," Jiu Tun laughed, "Stop issuing cards to me again."

Izuku grinned and closed the door behind him.

Jiu Tun returned to the house, sat down by the workbench, looked at the storage box at his feet and lost himself in thought.

——He felt puzzled, just moved, how did some readers know the new address? box of snacks.

But then again, guys who use other people's names as courier recipients really exist...

Shuten couldn't help but want to laugh again when he thought of the way the white-haired guy talked happily and eloquently when he talked about his novel.

If it's that guy, it's not surprising. Such a straightforward person, I'm afraid the whole world knows how much he likes this author... this novel.

Thinking about it this way, creatures like readers... are quite cute.

tbc