Gui Huan, who has always been cold-hearted and cold-hearted, couldn't help pursing his lips at this moment, a little homesick.

Walking to the door, she looked out from the cat's eye, and outside the cat's eye was the black security door opposite, and the aisle was empty, and there was no one.

Gui Huan: ......

Could it be that she died once, and even a ghost could sense it?

Gui Huan cleared his throat and said loudly, "Who?" ”

Whether it's a human or a ghost, she has to see it.

After two seconds, a male voice came from outside the door, not very old: "Next door." ”

Gui Huan stepped on his feet and looked down from the cat's eye, and then he saw a black shadow, which was the top of a child's head.

Gui Huan opened the door a small crack, and saw a boy, he was a head shorter than the cat's eye, and he really couldn't see clearly.

The boy's forehead and left eye were slightly red and swollen, there were still unwiped blood stains under his nose, his smooth black hair was messy, and the brand goods on his body were crumpled.

The boy's face overlapped with the man in his memory, and Liao Yong's shadow could be vaguely seen.

When he grew up, Liao Yong, who had wide shoulders and long legs, was a little bean at this time, and he was thinner than his peers.

Xiao Liao wiped his nose with his dirty sleeves, the white sleeves were stained with soil and blood, and he wiped his face with his sleeves, not to mention that he was not clean at all, but even dirtier.

"Can you give me a stutter?"

Gui Huan recalled carefully, in the memory of her "previous life", she had not dealt with Liao Yong when she was young.

Maybe it's because she slept too deeply during a nap in her previous life and didn't hear Liao Yong's knock on the door?

Gui Huan vaguely remembered that Liao Yong moved to Sangcheng with his parents in junior high school, and was in the same class with her until he graduated from junior high school. Liao's parents didn't know what kind of work they did, she hadn't seen them a few times when she was a child, and she wasn't interested in inquiring.

After that, the two were in different high schools, and there was basically no intersection, and when they met again, it was after Gui Huan resigned and returned to his hometown.

Gui Huan glanced into the living room, and the table was clean and there was nothing.

According to the year, her parents have just been laid off in the past few years, so naturally they don't have much money left to buy too many snacks.

Gui Huan never had leftovers at home, and every meal was just the right amount. It's not because Gui Huan's mother can accurately grasp the amount of food for a family of three, but because Gui Huan's amount of food is too large, and there are always no leftovers.

Liao Yong said a word and stopped talking, looking at her with big eyes fixedly, his black right hand clasped his left palm, Gui Huan glanced down, a large piece of skin was broken in the small palm, this kid was tearing the floating skin neatly, adding new injuries to old wounds, and he didn't frown.

There was no leftovers, no snacks, and she had to tell him she was sorry.

Gui Huan opened her mouth and wanted to refuse, but saw the black letters above her head suddenly flash.

"One Kindness a Day" was instantly magnified and turned into a wanton scribble, artistic cursive script, which strongly showed her a sense of existence.

Gui Huan looked at it wordlessly for a few seconds, bowed his head and said to Liao Yong: "Look at it." ”

Liao Yong raised his head and looked, the white ceiling, the round lampshade, there was nothing.

Gui Huan pointed in the direction of "doing a good deed every day" and said, "Can you see the words on it?" ”

Liao Yong took a closer look, frowned, and said, "Where?" ”

Well, it seems that only she can see this sentence.

"It's okay, you come in, go wash your hands first."

Liao Yong followed her into the house, he was wearing a white long-sleeved material that could not be seen in the primary color, with a very breathable material, and a classic equestrian logo embroidered on his chest, and he was riding a man immediately.

Gui Huan didn't understand brands when he was a child, and once thought that the name of this clothing brand was Remy Martin.

The kitchen radiator had a plastic bag tied to it with a few potatoes in it.

Gui Huan turned on the faucet, motioned for Liao Yong to wash his hands, and stared at the water, Liao Yong's brows furrowed, and he reluctantly stretched out his hand and shook his hands under the faucet quickly, which meant that he had finished washing.

I don't know if I didn't wash it by hand, but I splashed Gui Huan with a few water ideas.

Gui Huan glanced at the little dirty hands that were still dripping mud soup, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Wash it well." ”

Liao Yong looked at her, probably for food, he raised his arm stiffly, and shook it a few more times under the water, and it could be seen that his whole body was trying to avoid the slightest contact with the water. It was as if it was not water that was flowing, but sulfuric acid.

Gui Huan: ...... Is he afraid of water?

He is afraid of pain, after all, he dares to tear the skin manually.

"Wash again, with water, not with air."

Wash...... To be precise, it was only after shaking it four or five times under the water that Gui Huan was satisfied, and took out purple potion, erythromycin ointment, and a band-aid from the house, intending to let Liao Yong paste it himself.

Who knows, just when Gui Huan turned around, "one good deed a day" was magnified again, this time it was a line, and it was very ornamental.

Gui Huan sighed on the spot, sat down on the sofa, and said to Liao Yong, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Liao Yong glanced at the bottles and cans on the coffee table, and said resistantly: "Just lick it." ”

Gui Huan: "If you can get better by licking it, you don't need these wounds, your wound is not small, now that the weather is hot, if you leave it alone, it will easily become inflamed, and it will suppurate if it is serious." ”

Liao Yonghua's cat-like little face was flat, and he said unbelievingly: "No, I won't." ”

Gui Huan: "...... You will, especially if you grab this and that with your hands, and the bacteria will run in. ”

Gui Huan calculated the time, she will be fifteen years old, in the second year of junior high school, Liao Yong is the same age as her, and it should also be the second year of junior high school.

Could it be that in addition to his height, his IQ is also acquired? So much so that at the age of fifteen, you don't even understand common sense?

Liao Yong clenched his hands into fists in front of him, watching Gui Huan's movements vigilantly, as if as long as Gui Huan touched the disinfectant, he would snatch it down and throw it out of the window.

The two were in a stalemate for a few seconds, and Gui Huan took the lead in raising the white flag, stood up and said, "Think about it, I'll cook." ”

Anyway, doing a good deed every day is not this "one", but also other "one".

After taking a few steps, Gui Huan quietly turned sideways, glanced quietly, and saw Liao Yong's palms facing up, raised to his mouth, his eyes staring at the kitchen, and he was quickly licking the wounds in his palms, one bite at a time, revealing a thick ignorance and stubbornness.

Sensing that Gui Huan was looking at him, Liao retracted his mouth suddenly, looked at the ceiling with a stiff look, and did not move. is that the position of the hand is still placed on the side of the mouth, and it seems that as soon as Gui Huan turns around, he is ready to continue to heal his wounds.

Gui Huan: ...... It's kind of sick.

No wonder when you grow up, you will smash the car.

Chapter 4

In terms of cooking, Gui Huan has no talent. When she was a child, she ate what her mother made, started eating in the cafeteria when she went to school, and ordered takeout after work, so she didn't have any room to do it yourself.

She tried it too, but the taste was quite unsatisfactory, so she decided not to abuse her taste buds anymore and order takeout.

Taking out two potatoes from the plastic bag, Gui Huan quickly scraped the skin and shredded it, although she was not good at seasoning, her knife skills can be described as first-class, she had a talent for this since she was a child, and the shredded potatoes were thin and even, Gui Huan's mother was amazed.

Lighting the gas stove, Gui Huan put the pot on the shelf, poured some oil, fried the green onions, ginger and garlic, fried the inside under the shredded potatoes, and when it was almost over, two bowls of water were added, and the water was boiled into a handful of noodles.

As for the seasoning, she put everything she could add appropriately, which is very freehand.

Looking good, Gui Huan picked up one and tasted it, well, it was very stable, it was not unpalatable, and it was not delicious.

With her kind of craftsmanship, it is really difficult to evaluate whether it is considered "a good deed every day".

Walking into the room with a bowl, Liao Yong sat on the sofa, his eyes were focused on a point in the air.

Gui Huan followed his gaze and looked over, it was a fly perched on the wall.

"It's time to eat."

Gui Huan's sofa is not a real sofa in the strict sense, but a few soft cushions on top of the wooden bench.

Liao Yong retracted his gaze, glanced at the noodles, and paused, "Is there sauce?" ”

Gui Huan: "What sauce?" ”

Liao Yong thought for a while: "Meat sauce, egg sauce, and preferably shrimp sauce." ”

How dare you ask.

Don't think about meat sauce and egg sauce, there is no meat or eggs at home, even if there is, Gui Huan will not make it for him.

As for shrimp paste, there may be a jar at home. Salty and fishy, Gui Huan doesn't like to eat it very much, and his parents don't like it either, the key is that someone else gave it, and he was reluctant to throw it away, a bottle of shrimp paste was eaten until the Spring Festival of the next year, which Gui Huan still remembers.

"You wait."

Gui Huan didn't quite remember if it was this year, so he went to rummage through the old cupboard in the kitchen, and sure enough, he found a bottle of shrimp paste.

Handing the shrimp paste and spoon to Liao Yong, Gui Huan pulled over a small bench and sat aside. Cooking in summer is undoubtedly baking the fire, she turned on the electric fan, adjusted it to the fixed gear, and blew at herself.

Liao Yong glanced at the electric fan, didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks, and stirred the noodles in the bowl like minced meat.

His movements with chopsticks were a little jerky, and a few fingers seemed to be indistinguishable from each other, how awkward it looked.

I didn't see him eat it for a long time, so I stirred it, blew it, and continued to stir it.

Gui Huan took the enamel cup, took a sip of it and opened it coldly, and did not urge him, just waited quietly next to him, took the newspaper and read it.

The cover story was about a marathon runner winning the championship, and in the center was a photo of the athlete with his arms outstretched and his face smiling with excitement.

Gui Huan suddenly remembered the man who ran after her before he died.

I don't know how he killed her, he stabbed her in the back of the neck with a knife?

The man's running speed made her even more incomprehensible, how can a person run so fast? It is no exaggeration to say that Gui Huan feels that he has the potential to run the Olympic Games.

"Hiss".

Hearing the voice, Gui Huan turned his head to take a look, Liao Yong spit out half of his tongue, his brows frowned slightly, as if he had been burned.

Gui Huan got up and went to the kitchen to get a small bowl, handed it to him, and said, "Dial the bowl and eat a little bit." ”

Liao Yong stretched out his left hand to take it, the palm of his flesh was flying against the bowl, and he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Liao Yong tossed the noodles into the bowl, and after blowing for more than a dozen breaths, he mixed a spoonful of shrimp paste, swallowed it impatiently, his cheeks bulging, and his eyes stared at the remaining noodles in the sea bowl.

Liao Yong's eating speed is not slow, but it takes too much time to blow cold noodles, Gui Huan looked at it for a while, then rushed the electric fan at him, raised his chin and said, "Use this to blow." ”

Liao Yong liked the bottle of shrimp paste very much, and after a while, he ate most of the bottle, he licked his lips, looked at Gui Huan with dark eyes, and asked, "Can you eat it all?" ”

"Yes."

This bottle of shrimp paste is also placed, and Gui Huan wishes he had made it all.

It took nearly thirty minutes for Liao Yong to eat all the noodles, along with the bottle of shrimp paste.

Gui Huan: "Do you want to drink water?" ”