MTL - Sweet, Although Short-Chapter 18 Because i love you 3

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After tossing and turning around for a whole night, Knight Ning slept quite badly.

He was confused, wearing underwear, kicking slippers, and stood with a pair of long legs in front of the bathroom door.

The black and gold door handle, simple and chic, is very different from the classic style of his family who can't wait to be buried in the tomb.

Ning Can is sober ... this is not his house! He lives with Xia Yan!

Thinking of his flowering **** four years ago, he felt cold in the lower body!

Back ... back to the bedroom!

Ning Can just turned around and saw Xia Yan returning from the morning exercise.

He wore a sleeveless t-shirt with bare wheat-colored arms, which made his body stronger and stronger.

When a man's shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow, thin sweat slips down his chin, and the moment he drips into the collarbone, Ning Can seems to hear the screams of countless women.

Ning Cangan laughed: "Early ..."

Xia Yan didn't say anything, a pair of clear eyes suddenly deepened due to the movement.

Ning Can didn't dare to see him but couldn't move, but stood nervously under the light like a play actor who had forgotten his lines.

His "lamp" is Xia Yan's eyes.

After a long while, Xia Yan said, "You ... are going to shower"

Ning Can, like catching the straw for life, quickly answered: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Xia Yan's voice sounded normal: "You first."

Ning Chan muttered: "Okay!" He pressed the doorknob hard and fled into the bathroom.

Outside the door, Xia Yan took a breath, and he stably returned to the bedroom, took the mineral water on the table and poured it down.

After being confused, Ning Can found that he had no clothes to change.

He took Xia Yan's bathrobe, and then his t-shirt for the night ...

What do you think! Of course, I choose the latter, clothes, but not leftovers!

Ning Can put it on her head and faced another difficult choice.

Either wear **** with a piece of wet buttocks, or bare ass.

What do you think! Of course ... Of course it was Xia Yan's bathrobe!

Ning Can wrapped up his bathrobe and prayed for three minutes before going out. The content was: Don't run into Xia Yan.

Since he didn't understand how to write the word piety, he went out ...

Ning Can looked awkwardly: "That ... I ..."

Xia Yan suddenly paused, and her voice was weirdly dumb: "Wear it, it's okay."

Ning Can didn't think it was all right at the moment, but he felt it was all right now, but he had to pretend to be a fart, so he said, "Ha ... yes, I didn't wear your clothes less before."

Xia Yan froze.

Ning Can feels that this is not true. He has the suspicion of recalling the past years, but unfortunately he has no chance to change his tongue.

Who knows Xia Yan turned her lips and smiled: "Yes, you used to wear my coat before."

Ning Can murmured: "You are not too hot, how can you wear a long-sleeved jacket in summer."

Xia Yan said: "I'm afraid of the sun."

"I know," Ning Can remembered clearly, "but you like the sun very much."

Xia Yan glanced at him and did not answer.

He is afraid of the sun, but he likes the bright sun, because the person he likes has a name in his name.

After a few casual conversations, Ning Can's box opened wide, and Guru muttered a lot with Xia Yan.

They both had endless words.

Too long together, too many past events, the intersection is too wide, like two threads entangled, just move, you can create the most beautiful fabric.

Xia Yan couldn't help lowering her alert.

In four years, he no longer dreamed of him, no longer remembered him, and even no longer saw him for the rest of his life.

But as soon as he appeared, everything changed.

He gave him the deepest pain and gave him unparalleled happiness.

Ning Can was always the most special to him. Time seemed to bury him, but he wanted to cover it.

Ning Chan screamed.

Xia Yan immediately said, "Go and change clothes. I'll cook."

Ning Chan rubbed his stomach and said, "Do you cook for yourself?"

Xia Yan paused: "Yes."

In fact, he never eats at home, usually going to the company to make up.

Ning Can was not hungry. When he was hungry, he had a stomachache: "You can cook noodles just casually, one pot is cooked, fast."

Xia Yan's voice was very gentle: "I understand."

He certainly understood that he knew everything about Ning Chan: knowing that he loved to cook noodles in the morning, marinated potatoes and sprinkled with chives, which was very common, but Ning Can could not eat more than ten years; he hated drinking porridge The only thing that can be accepted is millet porridge, which can't be cooked too badly; he hates red wine and loves beer, especially the Belgian craft beer Roosevelt 10, he can get drunk ...

The hot water dripped on the back of the hand, and Xia Yan returned suddenly.

He frowned, squeezing those thoughts that came up.

He couldn't face the taste of Luo 10, because that night, Ning Can's mouth was full of the bitterness and strong caramel flavor.

At first he thought that Luo 10 made his dream come true, but the fact was that he pushed him to hell.

It ’s so delicious! Ning Can also wanted to eat the third bowl, Xia Yan said, "Don't eat too much, it should be uncomfortable for a while."

Ning Can was satisfied: "It's delicious."

Xia Yan was silent.

Ning Can added another sentence: "Your craftsmanship is on par with the queen mother!"

This is absolutely a supreme compliment. Mother Ning once considered this to be the standard of spouse selection for her stupid son.

It's not a good thing to know too much. Xia Yan has a bad taste in her heart, but her face is an understatement: "Auntie makes delicious food."

Ning Can yelled, "She doesn't do it now."

Xia Yan asked casually: "how"

Ning Can sighed: "It's not because I'm not home, she ..." He didn't finish talking.

It's a pity that Xia Yan also knows what he is going to say.

Ning Can left for four years. Ning's father was busy with work, and Ning's mother made breakfast and nobody ate.

Probably Ning's mother was so angry that her son was gone, so Ning Can returned and she no longer made a special trip to cook for him. The chef at home is exquisite in craftsmanship, the noodles are cooked exquisitely and beautifully, but the taste that Ning Chan wants is not there.

Xia Yan split the topic and said, "It's almost time, let's go together."

Ning Can immediately said: "Okay!" It is best to hitchhiking, but he is too lazy to drive.

After half a month, Xia Yan was carrying a bag of fresh fruits, standing in front of the apartment door full of wonder.

How can it be like this

Separated by the door was the person he loved.

He once thought that he would never see him again, once thought that his relationship with him was cut off on that ridiculous night, and once he thought that happiness would never approach him again.

But now ... Ning Chan was in the room, nestled in the sofa, waiting for his fruit.

Xia Yan pushed open the door, and Ning Can exclaimed. After seeing him clearly, he quickly greeted, "Come and come, scare me!"

The projector is an old ghost film with a gloomy picture, strange sound effects, and a terrible atmosphere, but Xia Yan's heart is soft and warm.

Xia Yan said, "I'll wash the fruits."

Ning Can quickly pressed the pause button and jumped from the sofa, "I'm with you."

Xia Yan said, "No, I ..."

He didn't finish talking. He had already seen Ning Can's nervousness, and Ning Can explained forcibly, "I'm not afraid, I just want to watch while eating fruit."

Xia Yan had a smile in her eyes and stopped declining: "Okay."

The two entered the kitchen, Xia Yan opened the convenience bag, and the fresh coin-sized cherries and blueberries inside made Ning Chan's eyebrows smile instantly: "It looks great!"

Xia Yan took out another box of crickets, and Ning Can was even more happy: "I don't have a spoon, I'm a master of exfoliation now!"

Xia Yan had already taken out a stainless steel spoon and gently scraped it on the scoop.

Ning Can was surprised: "You also shake the vibrato"

He likes to eat ravioli, but the skin of the ravioli is particularly difficult to peel, and he often eats it full of hands, which is particularly unpleasant. Later, he learned this trick, so cool that he dazzled everybody, peeling a whole box, and not letting others eat.

Xia Yan, of course, doesn't brush vibrato, he doesn't like to eat ravioli, he just knows that Ning Chan likes to eat, but he accidentally saw his assistant stripped like this, and did not want to remember it.

Ning Can held the fruit plate joyfully and greeted Xia Yan: "Let's watch it together, this film is very interesting, not long after the beginning, I will take a step back for you ..."

"No." Xia Yan's voice trembled inconceivably. "Tell me about it in general."

Ning Chanle said, "You used to love this."

The two grew up together, and when DVDs became popular, they had to watch movies together. Often when Xia Yan came to Ning's house, Ning Can had already seen it. Xia Yan never let him put it back, but let Ning Can talk.

Ning Chan laughed at him for something strange.

But in fact Xia Yan just wanted to listen to his voice. When he was the youngest, with the most unspeakable mind, the longing was nothing more than a sweetheart close to him and talked to him more.

Ning Canfei spoke quickly, and the movie began.

He whispered to Xia Yan, "I think that little girl has a problem, maybe a ghost!"

Xia Yan only felt that there was a ghost in her heart.

The dark room, the strange and familiar atmosphere, the distant and near fingertips, want to put down and always keep the mind ... He is like sitting in a sea of ​​poppies, bearing a huge temptation.

In contrast, Ning Can just returned heartlessly.

He forgot the embarrassment that night four years ago, and let go of the tangle of four years. Because of the familiar interaction, because of the habits of more than ten years, and maybe nostalgia, he became the Ning Chan again, and Xia Yan was the best friend.

Xia Yan was so confused that she seemed to be thinking a lot, and she seemed to be thinking nothing.

"Oh!" Ning Can screamed, and grabbed Xia Yan's hand desperately.

Xia Yan returned to God and saw the open mouth of blood on the screen.

Ning Can's face was pale and frightened: "I ... I knew she was not human!"

Xia Yan couldn't help but say, "Don't watch if you are afraid."

"Who ... is afraid! You are afraid"

Ning Can ’s “General General” ca n’t be overpowered. He wo n’t be afraid of being killed. He said, “If you are afraid, go upstairs first, and I ’ll finish it.”

He said so on his mouth, but the light projected in his eyes was clearly: Xia Yan, if you dare to leave, I will cry and show you!

Where Xia Yan could go, he looked away and stared at the screen: "It should be over soon, finish it."

Ning Can, however, never dared to turn his eyes away. At first he looked around, except that his ears were standing upright, listening to the movement of the film.

Later, he was distracted, and there was a murky voice in his ear, but his eyes stuck to Xia Yan's earlobe.

There was a little red spot, a tiny mole.

A long time ago, Xia Yan was as white as a piece of jade, and the little red dot was as red as a ruby ​​earring. Now he is tanned, and the healthy wheat color completely covers its beauty.

But at this moment, because of the blue-gray light, the red spots are much brighter than in the day, and the red ones are like a red plum on a vast snowy field.

Ning Can remembers when it was the hottest.

In the eighteen-year-old car, Xia Yan pressed on him was as white as jade and red moles were like blood.