Lin Lu, who was eating noodles at home, sneezed unexpectedly.
The chewed noodles were like chickens escaping from the cage on the mountain. They spurted out from the mouth and nostrils, smearing the face of the fat white cat in front of him.
"Meow meow meow?"
"Oh, Xiaoman! I'm so bored with Nasai! Don't move, don't move, daddy will wipe it off for you."
Lin Lu pulled out a tissue and wiped his own mouth first, then wiped the little fat cat's face.
It was so weird that I suddenly sneezed.
"Fortunately, it didn't get stuck on the painting." Lin Lu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Meow?"
"Hey, Xiaoman, don't make trouble, I'll give this meat to you."
The mother and son spent an hour together, and Lin Lu felt that his ears were about to get calluses. Before leaving, Zou Wanrou asked: "Tomorrow's Lantern Festival, you can go over there and have dinner together, do you know?"
Lin Lu took out a piece of braised pork from the noodles and placed it in front of the cat. The little fat cat stopped making trouble.
"Mom, then your wish will come true. How many little girls today can cook?"
"It goes on day by day, and I don't know if I'm reading or not. I really should find someone to take care of you..."
"Meow."
"There are medicinal materials in the refrigerator, and I won't buy some ingredients to make soup. If my mother sees you eating instant noodles again, you will pack up your things and come live with me."
The new neighbor who just moved in today, the sensible little girl whose mother praised her so much, is standing outside the door.
"Eating instant noodles again! If I had told you not to eat in the cafeteria, I would have brought back another meal."
Maybe there is no chance. Maybe the chance encounter in the elevator in the afternoon will be the only encounter. The connection between people is always so weak, and even marriage is not strong. This is probably why Lin Lu has little understanding of interpersonal relationships.
So pessimistic.
"Mom, is there a possibility that Xiaoman never sleeps in the cat's nest?"
"How do you know someone has a sweet mouth?"
"Look at you, how much you have lost now, how plump you were before. If your damn father saw you, he would think that your mother wouldn't give you food."
Lin Lu wolfed down some meat and fed Xiao Man a few pieces of meat. Zou Wanrou helped him collect the clothes to dry on the balcony.
Lin Lu quickly put away the painting, picked up the bowl and took a look. The uneaten noodles were all lumpy, and he had no appetite at all.
When the last stroke came down, the time unknowingly reached ten o'clock in the evening. Looking at the painting of "Sister Dragging Luggage" in front of him, Lin Lu felt very satisfied. The posture and eyebrows were restored flexibly.
It's like she jumped onto the page.
"I don't even know what to shout."
Lin Lu quietly sat down at the dining table, smelling the sweetness of the soup and the aroma of braised pig's trotters, and then felt his stomach was empty.
"Hehe, I just like this soup!"
"You took the initiative to say hello to me. It's not like you. You usually don't even say hello when you see your elders."
He didn't eat in the canteen today, and he didn't bother to eat takeout. After all, most of the takeout restaurants around him finished his meal, and he lost his appetite in a short period of time.
Although he knew that cooking by himself was more hygienic and healthier, Lin Lu had no time or thought to learn to cook in the past year of living alone, except for his mother who came over to see him every two or three days and bring him some food.
Besides vegetables or soup, Lin Lu usually eats in the canteen or orders takeout directly.
"I promise there won't be a next time."
"Yes, he asked me if I wanted to find a tutor."
Now my mother, stepfather, and sister have all moved to a new house. Lin Lu lives alone in the old house of nearly 120 square meters, but most of the time, his room is where he usually stays.
"Oh! I'm in the room!"
Lin Lu held a fork in his left hand and continued to eat noodles, while holding a paintbrush in his right hand and sliding it smoothly on the paper. The only sounds left in Nuo Da's home were the occasional sound of him sucking noodles and the rustling of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.
"Have you eaten? You will hide in the room as soon as you come back."
"Okay, I got it. Mom, please go back. I still want to read."
It's so late, who could it be?
He bent down and looked through the peephole——
"You don't mind if I'm older than you?"
Of course, eating instant noodles alone is not healthy enough, but adding an egg, a piece of ham, some braised pork that was not eaten in the past two days, and finally tearing two pieces of lettuce into it, instant noodles can also be very healthy.
The little fat cat finished the braised pork deliciously, stepped on the drawing paper, and lazily lay down next to Lin Lu's hand.
The room was very large, with an independent bathroom. The bed was a little messy. The clothes I had worn were thrown casually on the back of the chair. The clothes I had not worn were also thrown nearby on the bed. The wardrobe became a kind of decoration and was simply used by Lin Lu.
There are so many painting supplies and other small tools and materials that there is almost no room for them.
"Eat quickly and give me the bowl to wash."
"No, I don't eat it every day. Mom, you just brought me soup. I don't have much appetite anyway, so I just eat some."
Lin Lu was also a little curious. Although he wanted to get close to the sister - it was just a natural reaction to an attractive woman, but being too proactive always seemed to have ulterior motives. He still didn't know the person's name. He would talk about it later when there was a chance.
.
"Has your father sent you any money this month?"
"elder sister?"
When Xiaoman heard the sound, he jumped down from the table and ran out of the living room.
"Have you met her?"
"Lets see."
"Others say don't fall in love too early, don't fall in love too early. Mom is really hoping that you find a wife as soon as possible. She'd better be a virtuous and caring person. I'll be satisfied if she can cook you a meal!"
"We met when we first came here. The girl went out to take out the garbage. The door was also tidied up. She was quite sweet."
Fortunately, there was still uneaten braised pork sent by his mother two days ago in the refrigerator, so Lin Lu cooked instant noodles to cope with it.
"Then what do you want? If you really can't keep up, just find a tutor. If you don't have enough money, I have one...your dad has one."
"Come here for some soup. Let's heat up this pig's trotters in the microwave before eating."
Zou Wanrou sat on the sofa and helped him fold clothes. Although Lin Lu always felt that folding clothes was unnecessary, he also understood the old mother's need to find something to do.
When inspiration emerged, the passage of time was difficult to detect. It was not until his mother's voice sounded in the living room that Lin Lu suddenly came back to his senses.
Ever since Lin Lu lived alone, except for ordering takeout, the doorbell at home had almost never rang. This moment made him stunned.
The walls are almost covered with his favorite paintings, including character sketches, still life sketches, some artistic design patterns, and even a few words. His desktop is also filled with various handmade works, such as his own handicrafts, his own
Designed high heels, medals from participating in various art competitions, etc.
Speaking of it, it seems that my food is not as good as that of the cat Xiaoman. The little fat cat is very round and cute, and its dandelion-like soft and white hair seems to be full of nutrients.
Gradually, an image of a girl dragging a suitcase appeared on the white paper. Lin Lu wrote with a cautiousness that was rare for Xiao Man, so he did not dare to cause trouble.
Zou Wanrou went back, Lin Lu returned to the room and continued the unfinished painting, and Xiao Man also lay down on the table and fell asleep.
Xiaoman's soft cat ears moved, and then the doorbell rang in the quiet room.
"I'll break your legs if you dare."
Its blue eyes curiously watched Lin Lu's movement of the pen tip. Perhaps he was too absorbed in painting. Sometimes, after a long time, he remembered to take a mouthful of noodles, and all the soup in the bowl had been absorbed by the noodles.
, the noodles become swollen and soft.
"If you could be as sensible as that girl, mom wouldn't have to nag you."
"Look at your room, how messy it is! It's messier than a fat cat's nest!"
"Hey, maybe my sister is also nagged by her mother. You are all the same as your mother!"
Not only those who are good at reading are called geniuses, Lin Lu explained this sentence. Although he did not dare to claim to be a genius, at least in the field of art and design, his talent was higher than that of many people.
"Xiaolu? Are you back? Why don't you turn on the lights in the living room..."
Zou Wanrou sighed. Lin Lu didn't want to live there with her. She could understand, but after all, it was the flesh that fell from her body. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel bad. She took the bowl from Lin Lu's hand and helped her.
He took it to the kitchen and washed it, then took out clean bowls and plates, and served the soup and braised pig's trotters he had brought.
These works full of artistic talent were randomly placed in every corner of the room by Lin Lu, forming a sharp contrast with the bedroom environment that was scrawled like a decadent youth.
"Hey, did the house next door have a new girl move in?" Zou Wanrou asked curiously.
Lin Lu leaned on his chair, admiring the painting in his hand, looking for flaws.
The reason why Lin Lu chose to become an art test taker was mainly because of his love for art. Although the art test has ended, in order to maintain his touch, he still takes a certain amount of time to paint or practice related skills every day.
Lin Lu couldn't complain. The current family structure was already complicated enough, with seven aunts and eight aunts doubling the number. How could he know what to call them?
"I will do it myself."
Lin Lu actually didn't like strangers coming to his home for tutoring and study. Although he had seen a lot of movies, he couldn't be too fanciful about it, otherwise everyone would go to deliver water and repair the air conditioner.
That's good for people who can draw. If you don't feel like taking pictures, just draw them. I heard that after college, there will be nude models. I don't know what it will be like when I paint.
My mother, Zou Wanrou, had already walked to the door of the room. When she saw the unfinished bowl of noodles on Lin Lu’s table, she couldn’t help but feel a little distressed and blamed——
Lin Lu was washing the dishes, and Zou Wanrou went over to help him tidy up the room.
Lin Lu opened the door, his tone slightly surprised.
"Then find someone older."
"I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I wonder if you can help me with something..."
"Is it urgent?"
"urgent."
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