For Valentine's Day dinner, Cheng Yan cooks by himself. The kitchen is open, and Xia Shaoqian sits at the dining table to observe.

Cheng Yan made a mixed fried rice. After the rice is cooked in the rice cooker, put a layer of oil in the pan, add shrimp, onion, peas, and corn kernels for a while. When the aroma is overflowing, add the rice and stir fry. Xia Shaoqian looked at his skillful movements and made two flips while holding the pan handle, and couldn't help being surprised: "I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

Another pot is simmering soup. Cheng Yan scooped it with a spoon, tasted it salty, and smiled: "I've played a chef."

Seeing Xia Shaoqian's "so?" look, Cheng Yan went on to explain: "Do something simple, and the shelf can still be pulled out. At that time, for the sake of appearance, I deliberately asked the real master for advice, and my mother also gave guidance twice. "

Xia Shaoqian asked, "What else have you acted in?"

Cheng Yan answered while arranging the plate, "I think about it... Film Police, in ancient times, there was an act of arresting fast, this one has no special skills, just can run; I am a collector of antiques, so I know a little jargon; when I acted as a doctor, I also helped a nurse by the way. , they're background characters anyway..."

Bringing the fried rice and soup to the table, he changed the subject: "It might taste soggy when it's fried with freshly cooked rice."

Xia Shaoqian took a sip.

Cheng Yan quickly asked, "How is it?"

"It's really sticky," Xia Shaoqian said.

Cheng Yan was embarrassed, and only words like "hehe" could describe the feeling at this time.

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Xia Shaoqian asked, "Didn't you say so yourself?"

"I only say wet, not sticky."

Xia Shaoqian took another sip: "It's all wet, will it still be sticky? But I like the taste." Cheng Yan suspected it was a pun, but Xia Shaoqian's face was serious, more like telling a cold joke. He sat silently across from Xia Shaoqian and picked up his chopsticks.

"Isn't it funny?" Xia Shaoqian asked suddenly.

"Ah..." Cheng Yan instantly woke up from the daze caused by the cold joke, "It's funny. Mr. Xia meant that, that is when he did it..." He couldn't describe it in words for a while, so he drew with his left hand. .

Xia Shaoqian looked at him with a frustrated expression: "Failure."

Cheng Yan quickly comforted him: "I really understand!" It's just not funny when a joke needs to be explained.

"I mean flirting/love failed." Xia Shaoqian said seriously.

Cheng Yan suddenly turned his face to the side and laughed violently. He couldn't tell Xia Shaoqian that the more depressing thing to explain than a joke was to say "I'm flirting" when flirting.

After eating, Cheng Yan washed the dishes. Xia Shaoqian opened a bottle of red wine to sober up. Afterwards, the two sat together in front of the glass wall and enjoyed the night view.

"Do you know when is the most beautiful?"

Cheng Yan had already guessed it, but he still said, "The sun rises and sets?"

Xia Shaoqian snorted: "The sunset is really beautiful when reflected on Gaocuo. But it's not the most beautiful time, the most beautiful is the thunderstorm in the summer night. Looking down, it's pitch black, and the rain drowns everything, only the giant's Gaocuo penetrates through. The light came out. Then streaks of white light streaked down in the sky..."

He took a sip of wine, and his always quiet voice revealed a hint of excitement: "You can even see several lightning strikes at the same time, hitting several buildings, connecting to the lightning rod, shaking and shining... and shattering all the darkness."

Cheng Yan smiled: "The hobby of tyrants."

Xia Shaoqian looked at him, his eyes not unhappy: "Tyrant?"

"Nero set fire to the city of Rome because he wanted to see the fire. If thunderstorms can be artificially created, Mr. Xia certainly wouldn't mind scaring many children to tears." Cheng Yan showed a playful smile.

Xia Shaoqian didn't speak. He didn't know whether he was seriously evaluating the possibility of becoming a tyrant, or whether he was considering artificial mines. Cheng Yan was not in a daze when he was thinking.

He was wondering what kind of person Xia Shaoqian was.

At first Xia Shaoqian was serious and silent in his heart. But in the past year, this impression has long since disappeared without a trace.

But it may not be right to slowly understand and explore...

When Cheng Yan came out of the shower, Xia Shaoqian was sitting on the bed watching TV.

Hearing the familiar voice, Cheng Yan felt an ominous feeling - Xia Shaoqian was really looking at Daisy and Silver Fir.

Cheng Yan was in embarrassment, even more embarrassed than when he was watching this show with his parents, but he could grab the remote control with his parents. Besides, what Xia Shaoqian watched wasn't the TV broadcast, but the edited version - all his own scenes, cut to pieces.

He could only use a roundabout method and stick it beside Xia Shaoqian: "It's getting late..."

Xia Shaoqian still didn't mean to take off his glasses, he looked at Cheng Yan on the screen seriously: "Look at it for a while." But he also put his arms around Cheng Yan's waist.

Cheng Yan sighed comfortably: "There's nothing good about this show..."

"You look good inside." Xia Shaoqian said immediately, still staring intently at the screen.

Cheng Yan was startled, and followed his gaze to the TV. There was a sports meeting, he was wearing white sports clothes, running on the track, the wind was riding the soft sunset, brushing his hair, sweat dripping down his forehead. It looks so real.

Xia Shaoqian asked in admiration, "You were so innocent when you were in high school?"

Cheng Yan suddenly felt his toes twitching. He stopped talking and reached out to take off Xia Shaoqian's glasses. Xia Shaoqian no longer insisted, and turned off the TV, leaving only a bedside lamp.

In the end, Cheng Yan did not scan the iris, but only received the key symbolically. He explained to Xia Shaoqian that if Xia Shaoqian didn't come here, he didn't need to come up. Besides the nature of the work, he won't be too free in the future.

When the elevator went down, Cheng Yan's heart slowly sank back to its original place. He needs to always remember who he is.