Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

If there are outsiders here at this moment, they will definitely be shocked.

The handsome man in a suit and leather shoes took off his coat and hung it up.

After changing his slippers, he smiled and said to the person in front of him, "I'm back."

Not knowing what the person on the other side said, the man's expression was a little helpless, "No, it's because of the traffic jam on the road that I came back a little late."

"I won't make you wait again next time." The man smiled flatteringly.

He put on the apron skillfully, and the pink bear print didn't match his tall and strong figure at all.

As for the kitchen, he is already very familiar with it. He is very smart and quick to learn things, but he seems to be born with a lack of muscle in cooking. He obviously cooks according to his mobile phone, but the things he makes are always It's so imperfect.

The first time, it was salty.

Brother Yan doesn't like salty food.

The second time, faded.

Brother Yan prefers spicy food.

The third time, the chili was let go.

Yan Ran has a bad stomach and cannot eat too spicy food.

Back and forth, tirelessly, pondering over and over again, dumping and firing again.

It took him almost three hours just to make one dinner.

In the end, he finally did a good job that made him more satisfied.

He put a bowl of rice on the opposite side, and said earnestly to the person opposite, "Brother Yan, would you like to taste it quickly?"

Hearing the other party's answer, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the chopsticks and took a quick taste.

At that moment, his expression became very exciting, the piece of meat in his mouth was in his mouth, and he swallowed it with difficulty.

His expression seemed to be smiling and crying, but he wasn't that pretty anyway.

"It's so unpalatable, you know how to coax me."

"No, I think it's pretty good." Yan Ran sat opposite him, tilting her head slightly, with a bright red mole on the tip of her nose, and her voice was hoarse and clear.

"Liar." His tone was a bit fierce, but his eyes were firmly attached to Yan Ran's body, unwilling to move away a single bit.

The dishes that had been sitting for three hours were dumped into the trash can without hesitation, and he didn't feel bad at all.

Yan Ran sighed: "There's no need to do this, and I didn't lie to you either."

She came to his side and looked up at him, her soft black hair bouncing gently in the air.

"I like everything you do."

Fu Ji's eyes were red, strange enough to bleed, like an abandoned wolfhound, and his jaw was tense.

Yan Ran stretched out his hand.

The man froze for a moment, and understood something.

He lowered his head slowly and bent over.

Soft fingers gently stroked his hair, as if to soothe his sore heart.

At this moment, he felt sore that he wanted to cry.

"Brother Yan..." His voice trembled, his hands were tightly hanging by his side, not daring to move.

"luv't……"

He was panting badly, his mouth was so stupid that he couldn't speak a whole sentence, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were full of tears.

Yan Ran smiled at him:
"I know it all."

No.

you do not know any think.

I like you.

I love you.

Fu Ji likes Brother Yan.

Fu Ji loves Brother Yan.

This coward finally dared to admit what he had always wanted to avoid, and finally faced it face to face.

However, the person who doted on him unconditionally and loved him has long since disappeared.

It's ridiculous that he only reacted now.

Crying and crying, he said cautiously: "I want to hug you, can I hug you?"

His breathing became hotter and hotter, and his eyes were full of anticipation and desire.

Yan Ran opened her hands, her amber pupils were filled with tenderness, "Of course."

Like a wild beast that had broken free from its chains, he rushed over impatiently and hugged the thin figure.

However, he didn't catch anything, only touched the air with one hand.

He was stunned for a long time, and stood alone for a long time, maintaining that weird posture, like a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, he came to his senses, blinked his eyes extremely slowly, and continued to clean up the dishes as if nothing had happened.

Several plates were broken among them.

After tidying up, he sat on the sofa in a daze for a while before he came to his senses and turned on the TV to watch a movie.

The lively atmosphere from the TV instantly made the deserted living room less miserable.

He poured a glass of water to drink, but suddenly regained his stamina, his heart seemed to be clenched by a pair of invisible hands, his chest was swollen and it was difficult to breathe, he held the water glass in one hand, and poured water in the other.

But later, he found that the water glass was as heavy as a thousand catties. After trying a few times, his reckless fingers clenched it loosely. After a few seconds, he loosened his hand and the water glass fell to the ground.

He slowly raised his hands and covered his face, liquid overflowed from his fingers, as if he had endured it for a long time, and finally he was able to vent it through this trivial matter.

Tears were dripping down, accompanied by rapid panting, he muttered to himself in a trembling voice: "...why is this..."

"Why……"

And this answer is that no one can reply after all, and no one will reply again.
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It took him a while to find Yan Ran's grave.

At that time, Fu Ji didn't look like Fu Ji anymore.

The man was well-dressed, wearing a black and dull suit. He was only in his twenties, not even 30 years old. He was so young, but his black hair was already mixed with silver threads, neatly combed. In the back, the face is pale and handsome, and the eyes are blue, but there is an inexplicable fragile beauty.

Standing straight in front of the tombstone, with empty hands.

The tombstone was cleaned very clean. It could be seen that people often came to this place, and even cleaned it frequently. There were two bunches of flowers placed in front of the tombstone, which were still fresh and covered with dew, and there was an indescribable desolation.

He squatted down, as if he was a little nervous, his hands were always grabbing the corners of his clothes unconsciously, and there was not a trace of wrinkle in the suit jacket that was crumpled by him.

His eyes were uneasy, and he mustered up the courage to show a smile. The smile was extremely confused and stiff, and it really had nothing to do with good looks.

But he struggled to maintain the expression on his face, and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring someone.

"I am coming."

He was a little happy, but also a little sad and said, "Brother Yan, I'm here to see you."

"I'm sorry..." The smile on his face was stiff, his eyelashes were trembling all the time, the smile on his face was even uglier than crying, "I just came to see you now..."

He pretended to smile relaxedly, "I know, you must blame me."

He paused for a while, as if breathing was a little difficult, he slowed down a bit, but his eyes were still obsessed with looking at the blackboard photo on the tombstone.

In the photo, Yan Ran was smiling, it was a very shallow smile, not too gentle.

Her tenderness was only given to one person.

But was trampled on mercilessly by that person.