When Ye Zhichen woke up, it was more than four o'clock in the afternoon, he opened his eyes in a daze, sat up, looked at the dim room, and couldn't react for a while.

Lift the quilt, stand up, slowly paced to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

The sunlight is weak and the warmth is insufficient.

He squinted, scratched his hair, realized that the smell on his body was really unpleasant, frowned, and turned to walk into the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Ye Zhichen put on a bath towel casually, stepped on the hot air, pushed the room open, and a deafening sound came.

The huge TV in the huge living room is on, and it happens to be a famous team from country B vs. country F.

A famous star dribbled the ball all the way, chased and intercepted by several people, and shot the ball towards the goal.

Then he heard the man sitting with his back to him screaming all the time, "Goal goal...... goal"

The moment the ball was saved by the opponent's goalkeeper, a beer bottle slapped on the coffee table in front of him, and the man was very excited, muttering in his mouth, "What a broken ball, special!" ”

At the end of an orgasm, the man finally fell silent for a moment.

Ye Zhichen frowned, clenched his fist and put it to his lips, and coughed lightly.

Zhuang Luofei turned his head and glanced at him, "The porridge is in the kitchen, you go and get it yourself." ”

After saying that, he turned his face and continued to scream and cheer.

Ye Zhichen blinked and walked into the kitchen with paces.

One person sat at a table of four people, eating sticky white rice porridge one bite at a time.

The head gradually cleared, and the scenes of yesterday slowly returned to my mind.

I drove the car by myself, drove all the way to Blue City, entered the bar, opened a private room, and then got drunk alone.

Like this, when I woke up at home and opened the door to see Zhuang Luofei, the days seem to have become a lot less recently.

In the past, he was not an alcoholic person, and he would pay attention to drinking when he occasionally socialized, but later, he felt too uncomfortable, drank too much, got drunk, and seemed to be able to forget many things.

Forget, forget for a while, and then wake up, looking at the city that is still the same, the dimly lit room, the four-seater dining table, he is still forever alone.

The city is empty, the home is empty, and the heart is even more empty.

When Lan Xianshu returned home, the sun was about to set, and Xiao Lanlan slept soundly in her arms.

As soon as Shen Zhiqiu entered the door, he took Lan Lan over, "Cook something casually for a while, eat and rest." ”

They were already tired all the way to the drive.

Lan Xianshu nodded, turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Lan Ruohao followed, threw the key away, and slumped on the sofa.

Lan Xianshu cooked a pot of porridge, and added a little pork liver left in the refrigerator, sticky, plus tender yellow corn, it looked very good.

With a few appetizers, Lan Ruohao drank two full bowls by himself, and he was still a little unsatisfied.

Lan Xianshu woke up Xiao Lanlan and fed half a bowl of porridge in a daze, but before the porridge was finished, Lan Lan squinted her eyes and fell asleep again.

Lan Ruohao leaned on the table with her chin propped up, looking at Xiao Lanlan, who was asleep with her head tilted, and laughed sullenly.

Stand up and pick up little Lanlan.

Lan Ruohao stretched out her hand and took it, "I'll send her back to the room, you can eat first." ”

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Shen Zhiqiu helped clean up the table and brought gloves, "You go and accompany Lan Lan, I'll wash the dishes." ”

Lan Xian pursed her mouth, nodded, and slowly walked back to the room.