Guan Yiqing's single apartment had been meticulously decorated, and he lived in a way that made him feel comfortable.

On the right-hand side of the door was a small cloakroom with a shoe rack on the outermost side.

The living room, the bar counter, and the open kitchen were connected together. The first thing that came into sight was the sofa that could sink a person into, and a pile of pillows of the same style.

When he sat on the sofa, he faced the TV, and when he sat on the bar, he faced the kitchen.

Because the owner often walked around the house barefoot, there was a large carpet on the white tiles, which was very comfortable to step on.

After placing Ancestor on the sofa, Guan Yiqing immediately went to the kitchen to take out the beef from the fridge and melt it.

Taking advantage of this time, he changed his shoes, took off his dirty shirt, and threw it into the washing machine.

Looking at the mirror in the bathroom, Guan Yiqing saw a shallow mark on his neck.

Xiongying got out of school early and had just returned home after a long trip. If he really wanted to make tomato beef brisket …

It was quite late.

Guan Yiqing carefully looked at his ancestor, who was curled up on the sofa, and then looked at the clear footprints on the carpet. She accepted her fate and poured a clean glass of warm water before walking over.

"Brother, drink some water."

Squatting down to make eye contact with the youngster, Guan Yiqing suddenly had the urge to reach out and push away the hair on the youngster's forehead.

The pair of eyes that were almost covered by the broken hand were scarlet red, but it was completely different from the red that always burst out and trembled in a rich man's eyes. There was a kind of darkness and gloom in them that was so thick that water was about to drip out.

Paranoid, twisted, but there seemed to be something missing.

What is it …

Guan Yiqing pinched his eyebrows and threw this irrelevant thought out of his mind. After thinking for a while, he held the youngster's dry and thin hand and put it on the glass.

Danger was certain, but the person in front of him was obviously the type that needed to be taken care of. You have to do your best to think for him, to please him, to guess and cater to his thoughts, to make them let down their guard, to prove that you are harmless …

That was Guan Yiqing's original thought.

But when the expensive glass turned into powder and could no longer bear the weight of the warm water, he didn't know if it was right or wrong.

It was too dangerous.

Half of the spilled water fell on the carpet, and the other half on Guan Yiqing's light gray home clothes.

He suddenly remembered, if at that time, he handled it inappropriately …

His heart skipped a beat, his eyelashes trembled, but the youngster chuckled again.

"Sorry."

Guan Yiqing stood up and took another glass. He poured some warm water into it and squatted down in front of the teenager again.

This time, the youngster took it.

Seeing the youngster holding the glass with four fingers and sipping on the soft sofa, Guan Yiqing let out a sigh of relief.

When he finished half of the water, Guan Yiqing took the cup and placed it on the coffee table. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

His mind.

The early work was very smooth, and when it was stewing, Guan Yiqing stood beside the pot, paying attention to adding water.

It was simmered for two hours. Guan Yiqing had been peeling it for two hours.

When he turned around and saw the youngster sitting on the bar stool with his chin in his hand, Guan Yiqing almost dropped the pot.

At this time, most of the lights in the opposite building were on.

Guan Yiqing's cooking was actually quite good, and it was considered outstanding compared to the average person, so the youngster was very satisfied with the meal.

But whether the person who cooked could eat or not was not within the scope of his consideration.

"You, are really a strange person."

Perhaps it was because of the few hours of interaction and the meal they had, Guan Yiqing was slightly used to this kind of dangerous atmosphere where his life was in danger.

So when he heard this sentence, he only stopped cleaning the dishes, and raised his eyebrows at an angle that the youngster couldn't see. He thought to himself, why am I so strange, don't you have any idea?

"Brother, I can't beat you."

I also don't understand how you didn't take your hands off your face when you eat, so why didn't they poke into the bowl.

"Dendrocalamus Moroides?

T, my name. "

The youngster didn't know why he was interested.

"Your cooking is very delicious."

"Thank you, as long as you like it."

Guan Yiqing hesitated a little.

"My name is Guan Yiqing, you can call me" Qing ", Dendrocalamus Moroides … Mr."

"You are a student of Xiongying?"

"Yes."

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Guan Yiqing took this time to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.

When he turned around while wiping his hands, Deadboned Wood was still sitting next to the bar counter and hadn't moved at all.

It seemed that he was a little distressed?

Guan Yiqing opened a crack in the window to let the night breeze drive away the smoke in the house. He walked to the living room and took the washed apples, peeled and cut them into pieces, and placed them on a plate. He stabbed a few fruit forks evenly and placed them on the bar.

"Why don't you sit on the sofa … It's more comfortable there."

"Here — I bought the apples yesterday, they're quite sweet."

Afraid of taking up space, there were only two stools next to the bar, side by side. Guan Yiqing could clearly see the scratches on the youngster's neck when he sat on them.

When he was eating just now … it wasn't there.

"What do you think of Xiongying?"

Dendrocalamus Moroides took a piece of apple and put it in his mouth. It was crispy and sweet.

"Me?"

Guan Yiqing couldn't guess the other's thoughts, so he could only deal with it on the basis of seeking truth from facts.

"It's … quite interesting?"

"Tsk."

Dendrocalamus Moroides was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He put down the fruit fork in his hand and prepared to scratch his neck again.

"Actually, I don't particularly like it …"

Guan Yiqing could guess the other's next move. He quickly grabbed the other's wrist and pulled it towards him.

"For me, Xiongying or not isn't a big problem."

Indeed, for an ordinary outstanding junior high school graduate who was originally going to be listed in the No.1 Middle School, it wasn't a big problem.

"Is that so?"

Dendrocalamus Moroides looked at Guan Yiqing suspiciously, but when he saw the sincerity and innocence in the other's eyes, he awkwardly withdrew his gaze.

He put down his hand and continued to eat the apple.

Guan Yiqing gradually realized that this dangerous person in front of him had a very simple way of thinking. Whether he was happy or dissatisfied, it was clearly expressed through his unconscious behavior.

It showed that this person had a basic good impression of him.

It showed that he was very safe now.

"Are you going to sleep here tonight?

I mean … it doesn't seem very peaceful here at night. "

"Huh?

Why would you have such a thought?

Why would you still have such a thought after seeing my 'personality'? "

Dendrocalamus Moroides looked at Guan Yiqing with a trace of contempt.

No, it was all contempt.

"Sorry …"

Guan Yiqing couldn't help but smile.

"I mean … Are you going to stay tonight?

I can make you breakfast again. "

As if seriously considering the feasibility of this plan, Dendrocalamus Moroides, who originally didn't plan to leave tonight, pretended to be silent for a minute before throwing out a seemingly unconcerned sentence …

"Just as you said."

"Okay …"

Guan Yiqing curled his lips and ran to the cloakroom to get a new pair of slippers and a set of home clothes that were exactly the same as what he was wearing.

"You can change into this … Oh right, do you want to take a shower?

The bathroom and bedroom are connected. You can stay in my room tonight. I'll sleep on the sofa. I don't have extra blankets, so … I won't change it for now.

I'll help you wash the clothes in a while. It'll be dry tomorrow morning … Is this okay? "