Daily Life of the Canary Pet Master

Ou Renjin didn't speak any more, he took his hand out of Ou Shaowen's hand naturally, reached over and touched his head as if comforting. Ou Shaowen stretched out his hand to grab him, but in the darkness he only hit his wrist lightly, and he already took his hand back.

There was silence again.

Ou Shaowen held his breath in his chest, he forced himself to close his eyes, began to listen to his own breathing, and let himself fall asleep like self-hypnosis.

He has always been good at making himself fall asleep as soon as possible no matter what the situation, because in many cases, he can only escape in this way.

After a while, when Ou Renjin turned his head to look at him, he had already fallen asleep peacefully, his breathing was steady, and his posture was as regular as before.

Really fast sleep. Ou Renjin laughed, but didn't know what he was laughing at. Well, if he is crying with him at this time, I'm afraid he doesn't know what he is thinking.

When Ou Shaowen woke up early the next morning, the room was already empty, only him. He was dazed on the bed for a while, then slowly moved his legs off the bed, the slippers were on the other side, he was too lazy to go around to wear them, and opened the door of the closet with his bare feet.

The clothes that belonged to Ou Renjin were not completely taken away, only half of them were left.

He stared at the clothes for a while, picked out one and put it on, and it fit, just like his own clothes.

He went to the bathroom again, where Ou Renjin's usual things were not taken away, they were laid out there. Shower gel, shampoo, men's perfume, these smells are mixed together in the small room, it seems to form the unique smell of Ou Renjin. He sniffed it lightly, and found that even the smell was pleasant.

When he went downstairs, he became that Ou Shaowen again who had nothing to worry about. He went to the kitchen to chat with Aunt Zhou for a while, and after breakfast, he got into Uncle Li's car and went to the company to continue training.

For the initial rating of "Under the Light", the company specially hired a well-known choreographer, and arranged a singing and dancing song for them, with a tight rhythm and difficult and numerous movements. In fact, Song Yijiu knew in his heart that this arrangement was all for Ou Shaowen, which could show his strengths to the greatest extent, and at the same time, expose his own shortcomings. But the company also promised that it would buy him time to show off his personal skills alone.

So he didn't complain about anything. During this time, Ou Shaowen would spend nearly an hour or two teaching him the movements again after class, and he would practice extra exercises by himself every day when he went back. His current goal is very simple, just don't hold back Ou Shaowen on the preliminary stage.

"Be careful, see you tomorrow." Song Yijiu stopped at the gate of the community, smiled and waved to Ou Shaowen.

Originally, he planned to have dinner with him again tonight, but Ou Shaowen said that he had made an appointment with his aunt at home to try her new dishes. When he heard the reason for the refusal, if he hadn't had a certain degree of respect for Ou Shaowen If you don't understand, you may think that he is not even willing to make excuses to perfunctory.

Ou Shaowen got out of the car, turned his head and stared at him for a while, after Song Yijiu raised his eyebrows at him in doubt, he suddenly invited: "Do you want to try it too? Aunt Zhou's craftsmanship is very good."

Song Yijiu was stunned, and immediately refused, "It's better not to use it. I have to trouble my aunt to add more food when I go there temporarily. It's too disturbing. Next time, let's make an appointment first, and I'll go when I'm ready."

That was the legendary "Golden House Villa", and with the boss sitting in charge, Song Yijiu really didn't want to get involved in this embarrassing situation.

"I don't like it next time, can't I just this time? It's okay, there are a lot of ingredients at home, and you can also try my craft."

"Are you coming?" He asked calmly, the desire to invite didn't seem too strong, but this was the first time he offered to invite him, perhaps the mood was the same as when he asked him to have dinner with him nervously. Thinking of this, Song Yijiu felt a little soft-hearted, he sighed softly, and compromised: "Okay."

"But... I think I need to confirm, is Mr. Ou there? Will he have dinner with us later?"

Ou Shaowen lowered his eyes and shook his head silently.

Song Yijiu breathed a sigh of relief, and waved to him boldly, "That's fine, get in the car."

When a strange car stopped in the garage of the villa, Ou Renjin's attention was immediately attracted to it. He threw the project budget request in his hand onto the side coffee table, slid his foot on the ground, and successfully came to the computer, cutting out the surveillance footage of the living room.

Not long after, Ou Shaowen and another man walked in talking with each other.

Ou Renjin knew this person, Song Yijiu, the person who just brought Ou Shaowen to eat hot pot, nicknamed 019, was the first time he had voluntarily mentioned it in front of him.

This is not the first time Ou Shaowen brought a friend back to the villa. The last one he brought back was someone who was good at disguising and wanted to step on him to climb up. He is so stupid, I don't know if this so-called friend now is his sincerity friend.

Ou Renjin watched quietly, the living room was too empty, the radio effect was not very good, he couldn't hear what they were talking about clearly, but Ou Shaowen's expression was very different from before, although he didn't obviously show how happy he was, But his demeanor is completely relaxed, which means that what he is facing is not someone who will make him feel bored and burdened.

They talked for a while in the living room, and then went straight into the kitchen. Ou Shaowen took Aunt Zhou's hands and cooked the next dish himself. Song Yijiu smiled shyly at Aunt Zhou, and then he seemed a little nervous. Ou Shaowen had a conversation.

At this time, Ou Renjin could already hear their conversation very clearly.

"You really know how to cook?"

"Just learned."

Song Yijiu smiled, "That's right, you've always been a quick learner, and you can do everything well."

Ou Shaowen pursed his lips slightly, looking a little happy.

"Let me help, it's embarrassing to just watch from the side."

Ou Shaowen didn't refuse, handed him a bundle of local celery, then turned to Aunt Zhou and said, "Go to the living room to rest for a while, we can fry the next two dishes."

"...Oh, okay, I've already prepared the rice. I'll serve these dishes out first. Be careful, don't let the oil splash on the guests." Aunt Zhou glanced at Song Yijiu with some hesitation, and walked out of the kitchen slowly.

Song Yijiu suddenly even stood a little more casually. He put the celery in his hand under the faucet and washed it for a while, and then began to pick it down leaf by leaf. "I heard that the competition schedule is nearly three months. It's closed management, and you can't communicate with the outside world at will, so I thought about asking for a vacation tomorrow, going home for a day, having dinner with my parents, and telling you first."

Ou Shaowen paused slightly, "Oh."

After a while, he asked, "Can't you make phone calls?"

"It seems that there will be a specific time for you to call, but there are not many opportunities in total, and it hasn't been long." Song Yijiu turned his head, and saw that his face was dazed, and the focus of his eyes was loose, as if he was a little confused. He brushed his face with water-stained fingers, "It's okay, come and play with me when you're bored, and I'll bring some chess pieces with me, and I'll teach you how to play them."

Ou Shaowen came back to his senses, nodded to him, and said "OK".

Ou Renjin didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and watched the surveillance on the computer screen for nearly an hour. They chatted happily from beginning to end. Song Yijiu was not as boring as him, and it was useless for him to play a lot. s things.

He made crickets out of grass, made racing cars out of plastic bottles, disassembled countless remote controls because he wanted to understand the principle of the remote control, dyed his hair because he thought he was handsome, and was severely beaten by his father for it. In fact, he is not very good at chatting actively, and he doesn't like talking very much, but a few small things that he mentions casually can be very interesting.

Ou Shaowen also found it very interesting. His a little bit of depression just now seemed to have disappeared in the continuous conversation. When Song Yijiu was sent out, his tone seemed a little cheerful, and he waved to him with a particularly vivid expression. He said "be careful on the road".

Ou Renjin took one last look at the bright-eyed Ou Shaowen on the screen, closed the monitoring page, sat quietly in front of the computer for a while, and then smiled softly.

He slid the chair back to the coffee table, picked up the budget request that he hadn't finished reading just now, and continued to read it.

Ou Shaowen went upstairs, hesitated for a while at the stairway, and pushed open the door of Ou Renjin's bedroom. He liked the smell in this room even more. His memory of smell seemed to be so deep that it had some kind of connection with emotions, so every time he The first time I smelled Ou Renjin's scent, it seemed that I could always be happier than before.

He opened the door of the closet, picked out a piece of clothing from it, and hugged it in his arms. He lay on the bed and sniffed it lightly, with a satisfied expression on his face. As for the pillow that was intended to be his substitute after Ou Renjin left, it was lying alone in his own bedroom, and the bed was so clean and tidy that there was no trace of anyone lying on it.

Another day passed, Ou Renjin finally called in the evening.

Ou Shaowen was having dinner at the time, and in his haste, the chopsticks collided disrespectfully and crisply on the dishes. He couldn't see his current expression, and he didn't know that his eyes were like stars that instantly brightened.

"Hey, Ou Renjin, I miss you a little bit."

What Ou Renjin was about to say was stuck in his throat, he seemed to be smiling, "Why didn't I take the initiative to call me?"

He was silent for a moment, "I'm waiting for you to fight."

He has never been a person who likes to take the initiative to make phone calls with others, just like a lighthouse standing in place, shining light on you tenaciously all the time, but he will not take the initiative to take a step closer to you.

"That's not okay." Ou Renjin's tone was very casual, "I have to think about and deal with too many things every day. When I remember you coming, it has been a long, long time. This time, two days later , I don’t know how long it will be until the next time.”

Ou Shaowen's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly, as if he heard something he didn't want to hear, "How long will that be?"

"I don't know how long it will be. But when I think of you coming, I will take the initiative to call you. What about you? In order to be fair, shouldn't you also take the initiative to call me?"

"But..." He slightly dragged the end of the voice, with a little bewilderment, "If I call you every time I think of you, I can call you ten thousand times a day, that won't work, won't it? "

Ou Renjin's breathing was stagnant, his heart skipped half a beat, as if a deer had crashed into it, or as if a sea wave had hit him, leaving a sour, salty and bitter taste, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Ou Shaowen seemed to be talking sticky love words to him, but also seemed to be accusing him of grievances. He is saying, you only think of me once in two days, but I can think of you many times a day.

"Yeah, that doesn't seem to work." After a long time, he replied softly, "Then if there is a certain moment, when you feel that you miss me very much, when you miss me more than usual, you can take the initiative to give Can I make a phone call?"

"Called you, can you come and see me?"

Ou Renjin laughed, "However, only if you ask for it, will there be a response! Just like before, if you didn't ask me to go to the villa to accompany you, this matter would not be established."