Lin Anran sat on the head of the bed with her knees on her knees, trying her best not to recall what happened in the afternoon.
It's not just the afternoon. What he did a few days ago has now become a shadow, and he tried his best to avoid it, but he couldn't avoid it.
He clearly knows that he is different from others, so why must he stubbornly believe in himself?
If he admits it early, it would be nice to choose to be the same as everyone else at the beginning.
It would be great if he was the same as a normal person.
Sensitive people often suffer from anxiety and pain with more magnification. When he first learned about it, he just sighed "impossible", and he was able to scare his fingers to tremble.
When I saw Teacher Zhou in the afternoon, the other party didn't say anything. But Lin Anran's people were still sitting there, and they saw in their hearts that they were disintegrating on that chair like a pile of broken sand.
It is an embarrassing disease. It's like proclaiming that I'm thirsty for love from others, and I'm at the point of getting sick for it.
This is ridiculous. And he felt embarrassed.
I don't know how long it has been quiet, but the door of the room was opened from the outside.
There are no lights inside. Lin Anran remained still in that position, squatting in the corner pretending to be a mushroom.
Someone came in. The grouped Lin Anran tried to retract herself into the shell again, and it was best that no one could find him.
"What's wrong, huh?"
That's what Shang Hao said, but Shang Hao's tone didn't really mean to ask. He sat down by the bed.
The mattress was squashed by the weight, and he leaned a little while sitting on the head of the bed with his knees folded. Shang Hao skillfully opened his hands and hugged the mushrooms.
"Is your doctor okay?" Shang Hao touched his face, frowned and said, "I'll change it for you tomorrow."
Lin Anran shook his head.
Shang Hao hugged him for a while and gave him his own body temperature.
Then he used a little force to hug the mushrooms growing on the head of the bed and put his arms in his arms.
He sent a message to Lin Anran today and did not receive a reply for a long time. Then I thought that today is the day when Lin Anran went to the psychological counseling center. He just came back temporarily early today.
Lin Anran's head was tilted on Shang Hao's shoulder. Anyway, the sore eyes at that time made her astringent.
Maybe the arms around him are too generous and warm, and the shoulders are so suitable for people to lean on. Lin Anran hugged him and gradually couldn't bear to let go.
He sat on Shang Hao's lap and didn't speak, like a koala that was overwhelmed with exhaustion.
Lin Anran knew that Shang Hao came back suddenly today, much earlier than before. He would always show up when Lin Anran needed it, like an arrangement.
Shang Hao put him in his arms for a while, and commented on him in his usual not very humble tone: "If you look so good, you should laugh more."
He can't get used to talking too softly, so if he keeps his voice soft, it's about being gentle, as if he's whispering between the two.
Shang Hao sometimes stroked the back of his neck, and sometimes squeezed his cold fingers along his back. Every part of Lin Anran's body had to be touched with pity and comfort, striving to comfort the whole body.
"You haven't eaten dinner yet, I brought something delicious." He kissed Lin Anran's hand, and then pressed his face against him: "Go and see?"
Not only did he come back early today, but he didn't come back empty-handed and brought something to Lin Anran.
Shang Hao helped Lin Anran tie his hair. The arms went around behind his head, thick hands and feet gathered the bunch of hair that was constantly falling.
It's just a simple operation to tie it up, and he can give it a toss, paying attention not to hurt it.
Tied up. The strands of hair hanging down from the side of his face were held behind Lin Anran's ear by Shang Hao without discrimination, and then he took him out to see the delicious food.
Lin Anran thought he had brought some vegetables back. After going out, I saw a bag on the table. When the bag was opened, there was a wooden box inside, a battle that Lin Anran had never seen before.
Shang Hao opened the wooden box inside, so Lin Anran saw that it turned out to be a small box of snowflake steak enclosed in a vacuum bag.
He doesn't have much research on food, but the beef looks bright in color, with evenly distributed oil and delicate packaging, and there is a photo book of the scenery of the origin in it.
Lin Anran stared probingly at the numbered label inside.
"That's the number of this cow."
Lin Anran was in a daze, thinking that maybe she should check if there is any deduction information in the mobile phone, or information about the successful application of a new credit card later.
But there is one more problem. The beef Shang Hao brought back...
"Born?" Lin Anran looked at him.
That's the case, the two people's cooking skills are equal. Lin Anran can also cook noodles, and Shang Hao should have never touched a pot at all.
Shang Hao is also looking at the beef.
This cannot be blamed on him. According to Shang Hao's original idea, he should also bring the chef back, but Lin Anran should not like strangers coming to the house. It took time to prepare a dining car on the spot, and Shang Hao simply brought the things back.
Its just a fire for cooking, as long as anyone with hands can fire, how difficult it can be.
The confident and conceited Young Master Shang was flipping through the booklet, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, and said, "What's the matter, I'll be ready in a while."
It actually meant to cook in person. Lin Anran rarely sees the spirit of service from Shang Hao, and today is one of them.
Shang Hao saw that he was the one who didn't enter the kitchen. He refused to wear an apron and opened the steak bag with a knife.
Lin Anran watched from the side, Shang Hao's cooking movements were not proficient, but standing there, the aura was strong enough. He opened the fire, set the pot, and picked up the seasoning jar to identify whether the fine particles in it were salt or MSG.
It's just frying steak, it shouldn't be easy to go wrong.
It's not the same whether people have a numbered cow or not. Soon after it was put in the pot, the beef gradually changed its color, the meat became tighter, and the mellow fat aroma filled the entire kitchen. The gravy and fat were fried together, and the broth in the pot was rich.
Lin Anran smelled the meat from the side, and he felt hungry.
There is no other seasoning, just salt and black pepper. When it was finally served, a plate of meat looked very tempting.
Fearing that Lin Anran would not be used to eating it, Shang Hao used scissors to cut the steak in the pot into strips, and each piece was sealed and fried until it was almost ready to serve.
It can be seen that he is still satisfied with his final product. With one hand on his back, he arrogantly and respectfully said to Lin Anran, a guest sitting at the table: "Please use it."
I feel this person's sudden formality. Lin Anran was stunned by his serious service attitude, and she straightened her back unknowingly.
I saw this arrogant waiter took out another... piano box from behind the sofa?
Lin Anran opened her mouth in surprise.
It looks like a violin, and Shang Hao is really well prepared.
Shang Hao saw that he was looking at this side intently, and he intimately explained: "The company's annual meeting props are not a good thing. Make do with it."
Lin Anran couldn't help asking him: "You know how to play the violin?"
Shang Hao: "This is a viola, of course."
Lin Anran: "Oh..."
By the way, he is eating beef. The taste of the premium ingredients is really great, the meat is first-rate, and the gravy is full.
"The viola is a bit bigger than the violin, and the pitch is five degrees lower."
Lin Anran watched Shang Hao playing the piano for the first time, and she couldn't sit still. Seeing him playing the piano, Lin Anran couldn't help but ask a second time: "Is this your performance at the annual meeting?"
Shang Hao lifted his chin because his chin was holding the violin. Hearing this question, he snorted from his nose.
As if saying that they are also worthy.
Lin Anran: ...understood.
Shang Hao saw that Lin Anran seemed to like the appearance of this instrument, so he couldn't find words to say more:
"I originally learned the violin at first, but the teacher at the time said that my hands were relatively large and my fingers were long, so I switched to viola."
"Viola is also a kind of string music. Sometimes it doesn't account for much in orchestra performance, but it's also very good as a solo instrument."
Lin Anran was quiet for many times, and Shang Hao was in charge of speaking. While talking, he turned to Lin Anran: "How about you, how many instruments do you know?"
Lin Anran was looking at the beautiful and elegant viola curiously, and when he was questioned, he made a dazed voice: "Huh?"
"Musical instrument," Shang Hao held the neck of the viola and placed the viola on his left shoulder, pressing his chin against his chin, his eyes cast a glance at Lin Anran: "Everyone has to learn the kind when they were young."
Lin Anran:...
Is it too late for him to find out about the adult class tomorrow? Honest person, Lin Anran seriously considered this question.
Being asked so inadvertently just now, this experience is like being asked what weapon you are when you meet another person.
Lin Anran: ...I, I, I don't know martial arts.
He didn't even know that he was just taken by Versailles. But soon, he was completely attracted by the scene of Shang Hao playing the viola.
Without him, the whole posture when a person is playing the violin is full of grace, the upper body shakes with the performance, and the left hand vibrates the body of the piano, which is very charming in itself.
Shang Hao turned his head slightly, holding the bow, pressing the strings with his left hand, and tried the sound first.
This person seems to be able to turn into a symphony stage wherever he is, without lighting, he seems to be able to shine.
When the elegant string music rang, Lin Anran felt that his ordinary little house had been sublimated in some way.
Shang Hao tried the tone and nodded towards Lin Anran slightly: "Then I will start." Then he said, "Hurry up, the meat is going to be cold."
There should be red wine here, but Lin Anran can't drink it, so forget it.
Lin Anran's gaze when looking at Shang Hao changed at this time, with some kind of unknown attempt inside.
An idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
Although Shang Hao didn't know what he wanted to do, he knew Lin Anran well and said to him, "Come, then."
Lin Anran got permission. He stepped forward in Shang Hao's gaze, and without a word, began to pull up Shang Hao's sleeves.
Although Shang Hao was puzzled, he also cooperated with him, allowing him to push his sleeves up to his arms.
A tattoo on his arm came out with his movements, matched with the ocher body of the viola on his hand, and the player's shoulder-wide and long legs, everything is so perfect.
After finishing all this, Lin Anran took a step back. He admired the scene in front of him, and his eyes glowed with admiration.
Flower arm and viola.
May I ask who can refuse such a wild and elegant match. There is a little gentleman in the wild, and there is a little wild in the romanticism.
His tattooed arms look fierce, but his violin movements are artistic and gentle.
It is Bach's acapella suite in g major. Both body and mind are immersed in the gurgling sound of string music, as if any troubles can flow away with the sound of music.
Listening to the violin playing immersively, the sound effects are beautiful and intoxicating, and the heart will really tremble with his soft vibrato.
Lin Anran was completely handsome.
After Shang Hao played a song, Lin Anran's admiring face was in his eyes.
He smiled and said: "I love you too, of course"
He knew that Lin Anran said I love you in his heart, and he received it, so he said "also".
Shang Hao held the bow and handle with one hand, bent down and hugged Lin Anran hard: "Be happy, of course. I want to see you happy."
Ask for a starfish to feed~
Lin Anran sat on the head of the bed with her knees on her knees, trying her best not to recall what happened in the afternoon.
It's not just the afternoon. What he did a few days ago has now become a shadow, and he tried his best to avoid it, but he couldn't avoid it.
He clearly knows that he is different from others, so why must he stubbornly believe in himself?
If he admits it early, it would be nice to choose to be the same as everyone else at the beginning.
It would be great if he was the same as a normal person.
Sensitive people often suffer from anxiety and pain with more magnification. When he first learned about it, he just sighed "impossible", and he was able to scare his fingers to tremble.
When I saw Teacher Zhou in the afternoon, the other party didn't say anything. But Lin Anran's people were still sitting there, and they saw in their hearts that they were disintegrating on that chair like a pile of broken sand.
It is an embarrassing disease. It's like proclaiming that I'm thirsty for love from others, and I'm at the point of getting sick for it.
This is ridiculous. And he felt embarrassed.
I don't know how long it has been quiet, but the door of the room was opened from the outside.
There are no lights inside. Lin Anran remained still in that position, squatting in the corner pretending to be a mushroom.
Someone came in. The grouped Lin Anran tried to retract herself into the shell again, and it was best that no one could find him.
"What's wrong, huh?"
That's what Shang Hao said, but Shang Hao's tone didn't really mean to ask. He sat down by the bed.
The mattress was squashed by the weight, and he leaned a little while sitting on the head of the bed with his knees folded. Shang Hao skillfully opened his hands and hugged the mushrooms.
"Is your doctor okay?" Shang Hao touched his face, frowned and said, "I'll change it for you tomorrow."
Lin Anran shook his head.
Shang Hao hugged him for a while and gave him his own body temperature.
Then he used a little force to hug the mushrooms growing on the head of the bed and put his arms in his arms.
He sent a message to Lin Anran today and did not receive a reply for a long time. Then I thought that today is the day when Lin Anran went to the psychological counseling center. He just came back temporarily early today.
Lin Anran's head was tilted on Shang Hao's shoulder. Anyway, the sore eyes at that time made her astringent.
Maybe the arms around him are too generous and warm, and the shoulders are so suitable for people to lean on. Lin Anran hugged him and gradually couldn't bear to let go.
He sat on Shang Hao's lap and didn't speak, like a koala that was overwhelmed with exhaustion.
Lin Anran knew that Shang Hao came back suddenly today, much earlier than before. He would always show up when Lin Anran needed it, like an arrangement.
Shang Hao put him in his arms for a while, and commented on him in his usual not very humble tone: "If you look so good, you should laugh more."
He can't get used to talking too softly, so if he keeps his voice soft, it's about being gentle, as if he's whispering between the two.
Shang Hao sometimes stroked the back of his neck, and sometimes squeezed his cold fingers along his back. Every part of Lin Anran's body had to be touched with pity and comfort, striving to comfort the whole body.
"You haven't eaten dinner yet, I brought something delicious." He kissed Lin Anran's hand, and then pressed his face against him: "Go and see?"
Not only did he come back early today, but he didn't come back empty-handed and brought something to Lin Anran.
Shang Hao helped Lin Anran tie his hair. The arms went around behind his head, thick hands and feet gathered the bunch of hair that was constantly falling.
It's just a simple operation to tie it up, and he can give it a toss, paying attention not to hurt it.
Tied up. The strands of hair hanging down from the side of his face were held behind Lin Anran's ear by Shang Hao without discrimination, and then he took him out to see the delicious food.
Lin Anran thought he had brought some vegetables back. After going out, I saw a bag on the table. When the bag was opened, there was a wooden box inside, a battle that Lin Anran had never seen before.
Shang Hao opened the wooden box inside, so Lin Anran saw that it turned out to be a small box of snowflake steak enclosed in a vacuum bag.
He doesn't have much research on food, but the beef looks bright in color, with evenly distributed oil and delicate packaging, and there is a photo book of the scenery of the origin in it.
Lin Anran stared probingly at the numbered label inside.
"That's the number of this cow."
Lin Anran was in a daze, thinking that maybe she should check if there is any deduction information in the mobile phone, or information about the successful application of a new credit card later.
But there is one more problem. The beef Shang Hao brought back...
"Born?" Lin Anran looked at him.
That's the case, the two people's cooking skills are equal. Lin Anran can also cook noodles, and Shang Hao should have never touched a pot at all.
Shang Hao is also looking at the beef.
This cannot be blamed on him. According to Shang Hao's original idea, he should also bring the chef back, but Lin Anran should not like strangers coming to the house. It took time to prepare a dining car on the spot, and Shang Hao simply brought the things back.
Its just a fire for cooking, as long as anyone with hands can fire, how difficult it can be.
The confident and conceited Young Master Shang was flipping through the booklet, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, and said, "What's the matter, I'll be ready in a while."
It actually meant to cook in person. Lin Anran rarely sees the spirit of service from Shang Hao, and today is one of them.
Shang Hao saw that he was the one who didn't enter the kitchen. He refused to wear an apron and opened the steak bag with a knife.
Lin Anran watched from the side, Shang Hao's cooking movements were not proficient, but standing there, the aura was strong enough. He opened the fire, set the pot, and picked up the seasoning jar to identify whether the fine particles in it were salt or MSG.
It's just frying steak, it shouldn't be easy to go wrong.
It's not the same whether people have a numbered cow or not. Soon after it was put in the pot, the beef gradually changed its color, the meat became tighter, and the mellow fat aroma filled the entire kitchen. The gravy and fat were fried together, and the broth in the pot was rich.
Lin Anran smelled the meat from the side, and he felt hungry.
There is no other seasoning, just salt and black pepper. When it was finally served, a plate of meat looked very tempting.
Fearing that Lin Anran would not be used to eating it, Shang Hao used scissors to cut the steak in the pot into strips, and each piece was sealed and fried until it was almost ready to serve.
It can be seen that he is still satisfied with his final product. With one hand on his back, he arrogantly and respectfully said to Lin Anran, a guest sitting at the table: "Please use it."
I feel this person's sudden formality. Lin Anran was stunned by his serious service attitude, and she straightened her back unknowingly.
I saw this arrogant waiter took out another... piano box from behind the sofa?
Lin Anran opened her mouth in surprise.
It looks like a violin, and Shang Hao is really well prepared.
Shang Hao saw that he was looking at this side intently, and he intimately explained: "The company's annual meeting props are not a good thing. Make do with it."
Lin Anran couldn't help asking him: "You know how to play the violin?"
Shang Hao: "This is a viola, of course."
Lin Anran: "Oh..."
By the way, he is eating beef. The taste of the premium ingredients is really great, the meat is first-rate, and the gravy is full.
"The viola is a bit bigger than the violin, and the pitch is five degrees lower."
Lin Anran watched Shang Hao playing the piano for the first time, and she couldn't sit still. Seeing him playing the piano, Lin Anran couldn't help but ask a second time: "Is this your performance at the annual meeting?"
Shang Hao lifted his chin because his chin was holding the violin. Hearing this question, he snorted from his nose.
As if saying that they are also worthy.
Lin Anran: ...understood.
Shang Hao saw that Lin Anran seemed to like the appearance of this instrument, so he couldn't find words to say more:
"I originally learned the violin at first, but the teacher at the time said that my hands were relatively large and my fingers were long, so I switched to viola."
"Viola is also a kind of string music. Sometimes it doesn't account for much in orchestra performance, but it's also very good as a solo instrument."
Lin Anran was quiet for many times, and Shang Hao was in charge of speaking. While talking, he turned to Lin Anran: "How about you, how many instruments do you know?"
Lin Anran was looking at the beautiful and elegant viola curiously, and when he was questioned, he made a dazed voice: "Huh?"
"Musical instrument," Shang Hao held the neck of the viola and placed the viola on his left shoulder, pressing his chin against his chin, his eyes cast a glance at Lin Anran: "Everyone has to learn the kind when they were young."
Lin Anran:...
Is it too late for him to find out about the adult class tomorrow? Honest person, Lin Anran seriously considered this question.
Being asked so inadvertently just now, this experience is like being asked what weapon you are when you meet another person.
Lin Anran: ...I, I, I don't know martial arts.
He didn't even know that he was just taken by Versailles. But soon, he was completely attracted by the scene of Shang Hao playing the viola.
Without him, the whole posture when a person is playing the violin is full of grace, the upper body shakes with the performance, and the left hand vibrates the body of the piano, which is very charming in itself.
Shang Hao turned his head slightly, holding the bow, pressing the strings with his left hand, and tried the sound first.
This person seems to be able to turn into a symphony stage wherever he is, without lighting, he seems to be able to shine.
When the elegant string music rang, Lin Anran felt that his ordinary little house had been sublimated in some way.
Shang Hao tried the tone and nodded towards Lin Anran slightly: "Then I will start." Then he said, "Hurry up, the meat is going to be cold."
There should be red wine here, but Lin Anran can't drink it, so forget it.
Lin Anran's gaze when looking at Shang Hao changed at this time, with some kind of unknown attempt inside.
An idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
Although Shang Hao didn't know what he wanted to do, he knew Lin Anran well and said to him, "Come, then."
Lin Anran got permission. He stepped forward in Shang Hao's gaze, and without a word, began to pull up Shang Hao's sleeves.
Although Shang Hao was puzzled, he also cooperated with him, allowing him to push his sleeves up to his arms.
A tattoo on his arm came out with his movements, matched with the ocher body of the viola on his hand, and the player's shoulder-wide and long legs, everything is so perfect.
After finishing all this, Lin Anran took a step back. He admired the scene in front of him, and his eyes glowed with admiration.
Flower arm and viola.
May I ask who can refuse such a wild and elegant match. There is a little gentleman in the wild, and there is a little wild in the romanticism.
His tattooed arms look fierce, but his violin movements are artistic and gentle.
It is Bach's acapella suite in g major. Both body and mind are immersed in the gurgling sound of string music, as if any troubles can flow away with the sound of music.
Listening to the violin playing immersively, the sound effects are beautiful and intoxicating, and the heart will really tremble with his soft vibrato.
Lin Anran was completely handsome.
After Shang Hao played a song, Lin Anran's admiring face was in his eyes.
He smiled and said: "I love you too, of course"
He knew that Lin Anran said I love you in his heart, and he received it, so he said "also".
Shang Hao held the bow and handle with one hand, bent down and hugged Lin Anran hard: "Be happy, of course. I want to see you happy."
Ask for a starfish to feed~
