Shelf life love

Chapter 76 Bookshelf Stairs

"So!" Qi Lin squatted on the ground next to the stove, cast a gloating look, "Actually, you don't know how to use a pressure cooker?"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

The chicken brought back from Xingxutan has been thawed, cut into pieces, soaked in water, and the bamboo fungus has been soaked. Everything is ready, but I am stuck on how to use the pressure cooker correctly.

The pressure cooker has basically withdrawn from the city now, and Qi Lin was quite rare when he saw it in Xingxutan.Although the two teenagers usually start a fire by themselves, they have never touched a pressure cooker.

Qi Lin even felt that this thing would explode when placed on the stove, so when Ye Zhuohan lit the fire, he hid aside and covered his ears.

Ye Zhuohan was not much better than him, he stared at the pressure cooker for a while, then "calmly" turned off the fire.

"What are you gloating about?" Ye Zhuohan looked at Qi Lin speechlessly, "I wouldn't use a pressure cooker to make you so happy?"

Qi Lin was still laughing, "Last time I asked you if you would do it, and you said yes. So it's just bragging rights!"

Ye Zhuohan: "I never said I would."

Qi Lin thought for a while, "It's like you never said your name is Ye Haolong?"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

"It's okay, anyway, you're making a fool of yourself now." Qi Lin said with a smile: "Dragon, there are things in this world that you don't know!"

Ye Zhuohan poured out all the chicken and bamboo shoots from the pressure cooker, "Look, you're so happy."

Qi Lin: "Hey hey hey hey!"

Ye Zhuohan said coolly: "Anyway, you are the one who can't eat."

Qi Lin's smile froze, and it took him a long time before he said, "I take pleasure in my own misfortune?"

"You only know now?" Ye Zhuohan's tone was indulgent, and he had already found a jar while speaking.

Qi Lin hurriedly approached, "Have we given up on the pressure cooker?"

"Improve it and cook it in a jar." Ye Zhuohan said, "Although it takes a little longer, the taste might be better."

Qi Lin really wanted to say that the bamboo fungus and yam chicken in Xingxutan are especially pressed out of a pressure cooker. If the pressure cooker is replaced with a jar, it will not have the feeling of eating chicken by the sea and blowing your face.

But now there seems to be no better way, who made him and Ye Zhuohan afraid of the pressure cooker?

It takes too much time to make soup in a pot, Qi Lin took out his homework, and respectfully offered the draft paper and pen with both hands, and said very dramaticly: "Brother, please answer. If you need anything, just ask. The little one will take care of you, I swear to the death!"

Ye Zhuohan poked his forehead lightly with the buttock of the pen, and smiled lightly, "Why are you like this?"

"Learning is a very sacred thing, and asking brother to teach you is even more sacred." Qi Lin said with a straight face: "So I think we need a sense of ritual!"

Ye Zhuohan spent 17 years without any desires, and never knew what the sense of ritual was.Hearing this, he paused, his gaze was like the lake water blown by the breeze, gradually calmed down, "Sense of ceremony?"

"Okay, you can solve the problem now." Qi Lin made a "please" gesture, "The ceremony is over, now is your time to solve the problem."

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

Why is it all yours?

Yuecheng No. [-] Middle School has a tradition of teaching in advance, and the contents of the second year of high school are learned in the first year of high school.The problems Qi Lin brought up this time required the knowledge of the second year of high school, and some even involved competitions.Ye Zhuohan explained one thing and explained another, and the time to explain it was much shorter than the time to explain it.

Although Qi Lin is smart, there is still a process of digestion from listening to knowing how to solve it, so it is often when he just mastered a question and wants to see how the chicken stew is doing, he would hear Ye Zhuohan say from the side: " Alright, let's listen."

Qi Lin: "..."

I haven't finished stretching my lazy waist!

Ye Zhuohan turned his pen around, "Huh?"

"Brother, I want to discuss something with you!" Qi Lin straddled the stool sincerely, clasped his hands together, "Please solve the next question slowly. You are too fast, can I not keep up?"

Ye Zhuohan pierced it without emotion, "It's not that you can't keep up, you just want to play."

Qi Lin: "... Hey!"

Ye Zhuohan waved, "Come and listen to the questions."

After another problem was solved, Qi Lin lamented: "Brother, you are really too fast, men can't be so fast."

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

In fact, Qi Lin regretted it as soon as he said it.He, Chen Jinsi, and the others often joked with some color. Boys, they are like this when they are old, but it is the first time to say that to Ye Zhuohan.

Brother Xiaolong is the son of a wealthy family, what if he doesn't want to hear this?

Qi Lin quickly pointed a gun at his temple, "Brother, I was wrong."

After finishing speaking, there was an onomatopoeic "bang", his body tilted, and he fell to the ground in response.

When he got up, he saw Ye Zhuohan's smile still on his brow.

At the beginning of July, the interest class of the Academy of Fine Arts officially started, and Jiang Yue was still attending a summer camp in the capital—in fact, it was a training class for special recruits, and he would not be able to return until September.Qi Lin was promoted to the intermediate class, lost his little brother, but had a big brother, so he ran to the top floor after class, waiting for Ye Zhuohan to go to eat outside Xiaonanmen together.

Ye Zhuohan used to get stomach upset after eating half a bowl of cold noodles, but now he is fine when he eats fried rice and grilled skewers.

But Qi Lin felt a little guilty.

Brother Xiaolong used to be a distinguished guest of the "Royal Restaurant", but now he can only eat at roadside stalls with him.

"Dragon."

Hearing this sound, Ye Zhuohan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, knowing that someone was about to start again.

"If you are not used to eating, you must tell me, don't hold back." Qi Lin said playfully, while picking up a piece of stir-fried old bacon and putting it on Ye Zhuohan's plate.

Ye Zhuohan looked at his vivid face, a little funny.

"This is my favorite old bacon." Qi Lin said, "If you are not used to eating it, you can return it to me."

As he said that, Qi Lin had already pushed his plate over, but saw Ye Zhuohan put the old bacon into his mouth.

Qi Lin: "..."

"I like it too." Ye Zhuohan said.

Qi Lin: "Good!"

July and August are the hottest seasons of the year in Yuecheng, Qi Lin would go to the canteen to buy iced orange soda after eating every day, a bottle for himself and a bottle for Ye Zhuohan.Once when giving money, he suddenly found that the money was only enough to buy one bottle, so he gave the only bottle to Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan was outside the canteen, he didn't know that he didn't have enough money, "Why didn't you call me?"

"I don't like to drink today." After speaking, Qi Lin swallowed with a mutter.

There was a brown light in Ye Zhuohan's eyes.

In the end, the bottle of orange soda returned to Qi Lin.

The classes of the art class during the holidays are all during the day, from Monday to Friday, and they can rest for two days on weekends.

Qi Lin was under great pressure because of the 33 in the final exam. Every day when he went to the Academy of Fine Arts, he not only brought painting tools, but also carried exercises on his back, and went to the library in the southern district when he was free.

There are two libraries in the Academy of Fine Arts. The one in the south area is an old library with few students and very quiet.

Qi Lin likes this place, but not only because of the quietness.

Although the old library is old, it has a strong sense of design. In one of the halls, the bookshelves form a wall, and the top books need to step on the matching triangular moving stairs to get them.

There is a large table next to the bookshelf, which can seat at least 20 people, but Qi Lin is often the only one who does calculations on the table.

And when he was doing calculations, Ye Zhuohan was sitting on the moving stairs reading a book.

The sun shines in through the mottled windows, engraving the traces of time on the table and bookshelf.

"Brother Xiaolong." Qi Lin spent about [-] minutes on a big problem, but couldn't solve it, so he had to ask Ye Zhuohan for help.

But when he turned to look at the bookshelf, his eyes froze.

The person he was looking for had two long legs idle on the stairs, bowed slightly, and was holding a book with a hard cover. Hearing his voice, he raised his head and looked at him with a gentle expression, like a magnificent statue. sculpture.

Maybe it was because the cicadas outside the window were too noisy, maybe it was because the picture was quite artistic, he suddenly got stuck and forgot why he was looking for Ye Zhuohan.

The four eyes meet, the air and light seem to become soft water, floating in the air and flowing gently.

After a while, Ye Zhuohan closed the book, "Huh?"

"Ah..." Qi Lin came back to his senses, but felt his cheeks and ears were hot for no reason, and his heart was beating happily, "You..."

His mind was a little confused, he didn't know what was wrong with him, an indescribable and strange feeling was brewing in his chest, as if a summer flower was about to bloom from there.

Ye Zhuohan supported the stairs with one hand, then jumped down, "Is there a problem that you can't solve?"

Qi Lin fixed his eyes on Ye Zhuohan in a daze, watching the person walking towards him step by step, feeling as if his heart was being clenched by something.

Ye Zhuohan stopped by the table, looked at his face, put the hardcover book on the table after a few seconds, and pulled out an armchair, "Let me have a look."

Qi Lin took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down listening to the sound of strokes on the draft paper, but he couldn't concentrate on the question.

Ye Zhuohan was dressed very simply today, with a white shirt and black trousers, two buttons were left open at the collar of the shirt, he was concentrating on calculations, his profile was sharp and perfect.

From the corner of his forehead, Qi Lin saw the bridge of the nose, the lips, the chin, and then down to the beautifully shaped Adam's apple.

"Your thinking is correct, but the second step is wrong." Ye Zhuohan turned his face and met Qi Lin's scorching gaze that was too late to retract.

"Oh, oh!" Qi Lin's chest tightened again, and he quickly looked at the draft paper.

Ye Zhuohan's steps are much simpler than his. During this period of time, he has been thinking about the genius's thinking every day, and he has reached the point where he can understand it just by reading the draft.

But this time, he didn't understand.The more I watched, the more panicked I became.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Zhuohan said, "You're not paying attention."

Qi Lin's ears were burning hot.

Yes, he was not paying attention, he was distracted.

But why is he distracted?

Not because of...because of...

Qi Lin's palms were covered with sweat, and the pen in his hand was wet.

His eyes were looking at the question, but what was reflected in his mind was the appearance of Ye Zhuohan sitting on the bookshelf stairs just now.

This, he thought, is the most beautiful work of art.He is a student of painting and will become an artist in the future. Of course, an artist will be happy when he sees a beautiful work of art.

But do artists get cheek fever because of artwork?

"Qi Lin." Ye Zhuohan called out again.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, his pupils were moist with turbulent emotions.

Ye Zhuohan frowned, "What's wrong with you?"