Chapter 20:

When the sky is past 7 o'clock, I will mark my status as "Busy" and I won't take any new orders. Do not want Xu Lian to wait too long hungry, he rang the doorbell of Xu Lian's house on time at 8 o'clock.
"Xian Changkong, you are here." Xu Lian opened the door and stood in the door to look at him.
When I saw Xu Lian, Xiang Changkong couldn't help thinking of the night, especially the neck that Xu Lian showed, and there were still a few kiss marks on it.
He bit it up.
"..." He felt as if he was about to burn, his breathing became hot.
"Come on first." Xu Lian bent over and helped him out with a pair of slippers. When changing the slippers into the sky, he froze slightly. This is different from the pair he wore last time and looks brand new.
"Is this ... are you new?"
"Huh." Xu Lian nodded. "I saw it when I was shopping in the supermarket today. I think this blue is suitable for you, so I bought it. You should wear this pair in the future."
Looking at the sky slightly, he put on slippers.
In the future ...?
"What do you have in your hand?"
Xu Lian asked, and she thought of Changkong and handed it to her: "Oh, this is the fried dumplings I bought on the road just now. I'm afraid you've been waiting too long. You can eat this pad first."
"Okay, I'll get a plate." Xu Lian went to the kitchen and took a plate, two bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks. They were placed on the dinner table. "You can eat too."
"No need, I'll cook first." Said to Changkong, and slowly took out a small paper bag from the bag, and passed it to Xu Lian, "This, this is for you."
Holding a chopstick, Xu Lian just took a bite of the fried dumplings, and when he said that, he turned to look over. Carrying a small pink paper bag into Changkong's hand, a pair of rabbit ears was printed on it. This is Bunny's counter bag.
"Lipstick?"
"Ok."
Nothing to say to Changkong, Xu Lian took the paper bag in his hand and took out the lipstick: "Ah, this one, I had wanted to buy it before, but it was out of stock." She raised her head and rushed Smiled to Changkong, "Thank you."
"No, no, you like it."
Xu Lian's lips were bent again. She picked up lipstick and went to the living room to pull out a makeup mirror: "I'll try."
Xu Lian's lip color is light, and lipsticks of various colors are easy to develop. She wiped the lip glaze and looked into the mirror. This red is very full, with a hint of peach, like someone who just drank red wine and accidentally stained it on the lips.
She tilted her head and asked Xiang Changkong, who stood aside, "Does it look good?"
"Good, good-looking." Xiang Changkong found that when he and Xu Lian were together, they always stuttered.
Xu Lian smiled again. She took a step forward, caught Xiang Chang's neck, stomped and kissed on his side neck, leaving a full lip print.
"Well, it looks pretty good."
Xiang Changkong: "..."
He froze all over there, but his neck quickly turned red, burning to the ears.
Xu Lian leaned at the table and looked at him and smiled. It took him a while to return to the sky, and he still stuttered: "Cook first, cook first."
He was so nervous that he forgot to wipe his lips, and Xu Lian didn't remind him and followed him into the kitchen.
The food that Xu Lian bought today was put in the refrigerator, looked at Changkong, and said to her, "Let's make a chicken fried with three dices, make a garlic vermicelli shrimp, and cook a soup, can we?
Xu Lian said: "You are a chef and all listen to you."
"Then, then you wash these first, and I will deal with the shrimp." Xiang Changkong picked out lotus root, lettuce and carrot and gave it to Xu Lian, and began to open the shrimp by himself.
Xu Lian really had no cooking experience, and she looked nervous at the knife. However, Xu Lian is very manual, and his hands are quite dexterous. Under the guidance of Changkong, he stumbled and cut the carrots into small cubes.
After she cut a carrot, she almost opened the back of Changkong Shrimp. He took the chopper in Xu Lian's hand and said to her, "I'll cut the rest. You can get the soaked fans out. , Again with cold water, then stir with raw soy. "
"Okay." Xu Lian found a big bowl and fished out the fans. When he turned his head, he was convinced by the exquisite knifeworkers in the sky. "You cut so fast, aren't you afraid that you can get it?"
Xiang Changkong said: "Practice makes perfect, I'm used to it."
"Oh ..." Xu Lian passed the fans with cold water as he said, placed at the bottom of the plate, and found the raw soy sauce on the operating table. "How much raw soy sauce to use."
"Just a little bit, don't pour too much."
Xu Lian thought about it and asked him, "Do you need a dropper?"
"..." The movement of chopping vegetables to the sky stopped, "dropper?"
Xu Lian nodded: "I usually make plaster cards. I need to pay attention to the ratio of plaster and water. When the water is particularly small, we use a dropper to control the amount."
Xiang Changkong slightly pursed his lower lip and said to her, "We don't need to be so precise in cooking, just look at it."
"Okay." Xu Lian opened the fresh soy sauce that she just bought, and still couldn't help but spit it out, "So I don't know how to cook. I always say a small amount, a small amount, the right amount, how much is it?"
Xiang Changkong smiled and said, "You will feel more if you do too much."
Xu Lian didn't answer him, she stared at the raw soot in her hand and poured a few drops down: "Is this enough?"
"Okay, you can pour some cooking wine into the shrimp and set aside."
"How much?"
Xiang Changkong chuckled and said, "The right amount."
Xu Lian: "..."
Xiang Changkong cut the vegetables on the chopping board, packed them in a small bowl, chopped another garlic, fried the garlic into golden brown, and put it on Xu Lian's shrimp with cooking wine: "Okay, now more than ten steamed Just minutes. "
Xu Lian didn't expect it to be a simple shrimp: "What do we do now?"
Xiang Changkong said, "Wash some green onions and shred them. After the shrimps come out of the pot and put them on top, I will fry the chicken legs."
"Okay." For Xu Lian, cutting onions is much easier than cutting carrots.
The two stood in front of the cabinet, each busy with the work in their hands, giving Xu Lian a glance to the sky, a warm, sweet layer in his heart.
This feeling is like a newly married young couple.
Busy till eight thirty, all the dishes are ready. Xu Lian helped bring the dishes to the table, and went to the kitchen to serve two bowls of fragrant white rice. This rice was bought in the vegetable supermarket of Xingguang Farm today. The clerk said that the rice was also produced by them.
"Well, this rice is very fragrant, and your order is worth it." She sniffed slightly, took the phone, took a picture of the food on the table, "I sent it to my mother to see, save She kept saying that I would only cook noodles. "
She sent the photo to her mother, with a commentary: "I did it at home."
Her mother gave her a message when she received it, but it was just a voice. Xu Lian opened her voice and heard her mother say, "Daughter, have you made a boyfriend? I see the rice on the table, why are there two bowls?"
Xiang Changkong: "..."
Xu Lian also held down the voice button and gave her mother a voice message in the past: "Wait for you to introduce me to you."
Looking up at Chang Chang, she looked at her. Is this true? Do you admit it?
After Xu Lian sent the message, she put her phone aside. She picked up her chopsticks and saw Xiang Changkong sitting across from her, looking at herself, and said, "What's wrong? Don't you eat?"
Xiang Changkong hesitated for a while, and felt that it was better to say something in person: "Did you just tell your mother that it was serious?"
"What? What about introducing you to them?" Xu Lian looked at him, "don't you want to see them?"
"No, it isn't." Xiang Changkong subconsciously clenched his chopsticks, and some didn't dare to look at Xu Lian's eyes. "What relationship do we have now?"
Xu Lian didn't answer him immediately, the silence in the room made him a little breathless.
"What do you think we are?" Xu Lian asked him, "One night stand? Or gun friends?"
"No, not ..." Xiang Changkong was anxious to deny, but he couldn't justify what they were about.
"If it isn't, it can only be a boyfriend or a boyfriend? Or are you just playing?"
"I do not have."
"I do not have either."
The conversation between the two ended abruptly. After looking at Changkong and Xu Lian for a while, their faces slowly turned red again: "Eat, eat, and the dishes are not good when they are cold."
"Ok."
Although Xiang Changkong came here to teach her how to cook today, she just hit it from start to finish. Last time, she did n’t eat what he made in Xiang Changkong ’s house. Today, she took a bite and Xu Lian felt amazing. "It's delicious. This garlic vermicelli shrimp is even better than what I eat in a restaurant."
Xiang Nuan usually didn't boast about the delicious things he made to the sky, but Xu Lian praised him, and his heart throbbed: "So, then you eat more."
He pushed the dishes all the way to Xu Lian. When Xu Lian saw that he was only holding the bowl for dinner, he clamped the largest shrimp into his bowl: "Do n’t just eat, just eat more."
"Okay, I can do it myself."
Xu Lian ate two bowls of white rice that night, and two dishes and one soup made to Changkong, were also eaten clean. When washing dishes in the kitchen, Xu Lian couldn't help feeling sad. After eating like this, she ran away in vain in the morning.
"Do you really need my help?" Xiang Changkong walked to the kitchen door, watching Xu Lian washing the dishes inside, Xu Lian shook his head and said, "No, I have eaten too much, just digest it. Wait for a dishwasher in the future. Enough."
When she was renovating, she only remembered to install the oven, and forgot to plan in the dishwasher. As a result, the oven was never used once, and the dishes were washed a few times from time to time. It's not impossible to install a dishwasher now, just a little bit more trouble.
"I'll do it right away. You can watch the TV in the living room."
Seeing Changkong that she was almost ready to wash, she said nothing. After Xu Lian washed the bowl, she went to the living room and looked at it.
Xiang Changkong didn't watch TV in the living room, but leaned on the balcony alone and watched the sky far away. The night wind blew lightly over his hair ends, and the black hair on his forehead moved slightly.
Xu Lian has never looked at a man this carefully, his eyebrows, the corners of his lips, his jaw, his throat, and the melancholy that the night wind blew.
He stood there as if to blend in with the night.
Xu Lian always knew that she couldn't be too close to others, otherwise it would cause trouble, and she kept following this rule. But Xiang Changkong let her know that there would be a lot of trouble to approach him, but she was willing to accept it for him.
Because she was more reluctant to just stand here and look at him than those troubles.
She walked over, leaning on the balcony beside Xiang Changkong and asked him, "What are you thinking?"
Xiang Changkong seemed to have discovered that she came over, and smiled and shook her head: "Nothing."
Xu Lian looked at him for a while, and said, "Nothing is so deep? Let's talk, let her sister enlighten you."
Grow slightly to Changkong's brow: "Sister?"
"Yeah." Xu Lian nodded. "I have graduated for two years."
He looked at Changkong for a moment, then looked at her and laughed, "I have graduated for three years."
Xu Lian: "..."
Xu Lian didn't believe that, she always thought that Xiang Changkong was younger than herself: "How old are you this year?"
"twenty four."
"I'm 24 too, how many months are you?"
"March."
Xu Lian: "..."
Lost.
Rarely revealing a look other than shyness to Changkong, watching Xu Lian with interest: "How many months are you?"
"July." Xu Lian said uneasily.
Xiang Changkong laughed and said, "That's still my age."
"..." Xu Lian poked her lips, "naive."
Xiang Changkong chuckled twice, and did not know who was naive.
Xu Lian was quiet for a while, and then asked him, "You started delivering food recently, what were you doing before?"
Xiang Changkong's eyes darkened, and he tilted his head to look at the boundless night: "I used to work in a financial company."
"Why then resign?"
Xiang Changkong said: "Because I need to use money." He said silently, slowly speaking, "I entered a large company, there are still development prospects, but you know, the position of a large company is one by one For those who have been promoted, their wages have also been rising year by year. In the first few years when I entered the company, the salary was actually very low. In addition, I only graduated from undergraduate school, and I was not very competitive among a group of graduate students.
Xu Lian became the boss herself after graduation and never went out to find a job, but she still knew something about the workplace. Indeed, newly graduated students are cheap labor, and they need to stay in the company for three to five years before they can get ahead.
"You have been to my house. You should know that my mother is ill? Her illness has been under treatment, and my sister is going to college soon. I need money. Takeaway does not require the accumulation of large companies, as long as you run more, Wages are high. "
Xu Lian thought about it and said to him: "Delivery delivery can indeed save money relatively quickly, but the development is certainly not as good as a large company, and your two-year accumulation in the company is in vain."
"There is no way to think so much." In addition to his mother and sister need money, he must save some money, otherwise there is no accident at home, not even emergency money.
There are still many questions in Xu Lian's heart. She wants to ask his father? What's wrong with his mother? These questions hovered in her heart for a long time, and she didn't ask any of them in the end.
She remembered the book he saw on his desk, the wooden plane, and him, always looking at the sky with that gloomy look.
"Towards the sky."
"Ok?"
"Does your university study aircraft design?"
Staring at Chang Chang, she looked a little surprised: "How do you know?"
Xu Lian said: "I saw related books in your room. Since you are studying this specialty, why did you change your career?"
Xiang Changkong looked down: "Finance is a hot industry, and I have switched jobs, not to mention flying."
"But you like it, don't you?"
He looked at Changchang for a moment, watching her for a long while without talking. This may be the place where Xu Lian attracts him. Whether she likes it or not, she can always act frankly and warmly.
"Feixie ..." He spoke lowly, his eyes seeming to go through the night, looking farther away, "Undergraduate graduates can't go to the Institute." Yifeiyuan Institute, Not to mention.
Xu Liandao: "I saw before that there are graduate schools recruiting graduate students. Do you want to register?"
The eyes staring at the distant sky to the sky changed slightly, and finally, like this night, returned to quietness.
Xu Lian looked at him: "If there is money, there are other ways to solve it, but what you really want to do should not be given up so easily."
He moved to the corner of Changkong's mouth, and in the end said nothing. He leaned silently on the balcony, staring into the distance, and the starlight that Xu Lian had seen in his eyes was annihilated with the night.
How much he was carrying, let him show such a look, made him have to give up what he loves.
For the first time she felt bad for someone.
"To the sky." She called him.
"What's the matter?" Looking at her from the sky.
Xu Lian asked: "Do I look good?"
"..." Xiang Changkong was caught off guard by her, and her heart position was restless again. "Good, good-looking."
"Then you want to sleep with me?"
"No, no!"
Xiang Changkong was so nervous that his heart quickly jumped out, but his denial made Xu Lian frown slightly: "don't want?"
"no no!"
"That's what I want."
Xiang Changkong: "..."
Xu Lian looked at his expressionless face just now, and now he was stained with a layer of red. He smiled and said to him, "What are you waiting for?"
Her smile is beautiful, but to Xiang Changkong, it is as deadly as poison.
He couldn't help but want to hug her. As soon as he got close, Xu Lian grabbed his neck, jumped his feet gently, wrapped around his legs, and left the ground.
She hangs on Xiang Changkong as a whole, feeling Xiang Changkong's strong hands clenching her tightly. Their breathing became more and more disordered in a kiss, and they gently pressed her against the wall toward the sky, and asked her near the corners of her lips, "Where are you going?"
Xu Lian gasped, holding her moist eyes and watching him: "It's okay."
Xiang Changkong's eyes gradually deepened like that night, he hugged her to the bedroom and fell to the big bed together. Both of them ignite the enthusiasm of the other, and now they are like two arrows about to leave the string, ready to go.
"Are you okay?"
Xiang Changkong was slightly panting, he remembered Xu Lian screaming in his ears. Xu Lian looked at him and replied, "OK."
"Then me, tap ..." The words exiting to the sky had been suppressed into breath sounds, like feathers sweeping, and Xu Lian felt itchy. She wrapped around his waist and made him cling to himself.
The temperature in the room kept rising, and their clothes were still on the ground in a mess, and a small red box was lying in the corner. Carrying Xu Lian to Changkong, she asked softly in her ear, "Do you like it?"
"Like ..." She liked everything.
"I like it too," said Xiang Changkong, and kissed Xu Lian again. Xu Lian whispered his name again and again, so emotionally and wonderfully, he responded to Changkong with a deeper impact than one.
This time to Changkong only once, but it was extra long. After the end, the two took a shower and lay together to calm their disordered heartbeat.
Inserting her fingers into Chang Lian's hair, Xu Lian's hair was soft and slippery, and it smelled of pleasant fragrance. The tip of his nose was against Xu Lian's head, and he couldn't help sniffing. Xu Lian was buried in his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat. It was just like staying with him for one night, doing nothing, and very comfortable.
She plucked her hair into Changkong and said to her, "I'm leaving."
Xu Lian frowned and looked up from his arms: "Are you going back?"
"Hmm ..." Xiang Changkong kissed her on the lips and said, "My mother is alone at home. If I don't go back, no one will cook for her tomorrow." Although it is late now, it is better Don't go back.
Xu Lian remembered his mother's illness, and she couldn't be reassured that she was at home alone. She looked at Xiang Changkong and asked him, "When will you come again?"
Glancing towards the sky, then laughed.
Xu Lian is really frank, and even her desire for him has never been covered up.
He approached her and said in her ear: "If you look for me, I'll come."
After speaking, he got up to find his clothes and put them on. Xu Lian looked at him in bed, and she found it just as enjoyable to see him dressed like that.
After dressing for Changkong, walked to Xu Lian again, bent down and kissed her: "Keep on sleeping, good night."
"Hmm ..." Xu Lian answered lowly, watching him walk out of the door.
After going downstairs to Changkong, he took out his mobile phone and watched the time, it was faster. He sighed softly and rubbed his hair at will.
Suddenly the mobile phone in his hand vibrated and raised his hand to Changkong to see it turned out to be Xu Lian's phone call. Worried about her discomfort, he quickly picked up: "Xu Lian? What's wrong?"
Xu Lian's voice came through the handset: "To the sky, you look back."
Xiang Changkong turned her around and saw that she was looking at herself on the balcony on the fourth floor. She held the phone in one hand, and placed it on the railing of the window with her other hand, and her long hair over her shoulders draped softly like a good shawl.
A gust of night wind passed, and by this wind she threw something in her hand towards herself.
It's a white paper airplane.
It was like a white light that tore the night and flew towards itself.
Pick up the paper plane that has fallen to his feet from the sky, Xu Lian said to him on the other side of the phone: "Good for you."
She hung up and walked back to the room. Staring at the paper plane in the sky for a while, then spread it out.
A line of words written on white paper.
"Death doesn't hurt, it's life that feels pain."
The things that make you pain are proof of being alive.