An hour later, Shen Qingdeng stood at the door of his house, followed by Chu Muyu. Shen Qingdeng took out the key and prepared to open the door. Before that, she involuntarily looked back at Chu Muyu.

Chu Muyu showed a puzzled look. Shen Qingdeng said nothing, turned around and opened the door.

Chu Muyu was a little surprised by the scene in the room. He knew that Shen Qingdeng lived alone, so he might be a little deserted, but he never thought that the furnishings in his house were so... crude.

There is no TV in the room, and there are no special cabinets for storage. Many things are simply put in cardboard boxes, which look like couriers that have just been opened.

Shen Qingdeng was a little embarrassed for the first time, and explained: "I didn't have time to clean up."

Having said that, in fact, Shen Qingdeng's house is neither dirty nor messy, but there are so few things that everyone who comes here will be surprised for a moment.

"No, it's not messy at all." Chu Muyu waved his hand.

After entering the room, Chu Muyu felt a little uneasy about coming to someone else's house as a guest, and stood where he was, not knowing what to do. However, Shen Qingdeng did not immediately entertain the guests like a normal host, but quickly walked to the door of a room and closed the door.

After closing the door, Shen Qingdeng said to Chu Muyu, "You, just sit down."

Chu Muyu walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, took off the clothes he was wearing, and handed it to Shen Qingdeng: "Thank you."

Shen Qingdeng took the clothes, returned to the bedroom to put them away, came out after a while, and walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, saw the only two bottles of mineral water left in it, thought for a moment, and then closed the refrigerator door with a bang.

Half a minute later, Shen Qingdeng came out of the kitchen and said to Chu Muyu, "I'll go downstairs to buy something."

When the master was leaving, Chu Muyu felt uncomfortable being alone, so she stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

Shen Qingdeng hesitated for a moment, his eyes fell unconsciously on a door of a room, and then he heard the pattering rain outside, and finally said: "No, it's raining, I'll be right back."

After speaking, Shen Qingdeng turned around and opened the door, and quickly disappeared at the door.

Chu Muyu had no choice but to sit down, put his hands on his knees, and survey the entire room crampedly.

There's nothing nice about this room. Generally speaking, the items placed in a person's home more or less record the person's character and experience, but it was difficult for Chu Muyu to tell his story from the furnishings in Shen Qingdeng's home.

Shen Qingdeng's house has no furnishings, let alone anything of commemorative value, only the necessary furniture and electrical appliances, which are too clean.

There is not even a TV and the quiet room is uncomfortable. Just sitting on the sofa seemed a little silly, Chu Muyu stood up and wanted to visit Shen Qingdeng's house on her own initiative.

Chu Muyu walked into the kitchen first. There was no pot on the stove, but a rice cooker on the table. The only place to put condiments is simple salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and a bottle of olive oil.

Chu Muyu opened the refrigerator and took a look, and found that it was empty. She couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Shen Qingdeng was in a hurry to buy things because of this.

After closing the refrigerator, Chu Muyu walked out of the kitchen. There is a space at the entrance of the kitchen. According to the arrangement of ordinary people, there should be a dining table here as a dining room, but Shen Qingdeng's house has no dining table, and a treadmill is used instead.

This treadmill has not been reduced to a clothes rack. It seems that Shen Qingdeng is often used.

There was nothing to see on the east side of the living room. Chu Muyu walked through the living room to the door of the two rooms on the north side. These two rooms should be the master and guest bedrooms respectively, but Shen Qingdeng lived alone, and it was possible that the guest bedroom could be used for other purposes.

The two doors were tightly closed, and the door of one of the rooms was originally left with a crack, but Shen Qingdeng closed it as soon as he got home, probably because he didn't want people to see it.

Is it because it's messy? Chu Muyu thought endlessly.

Since Shen Qingdeng didn't want to be seen, he should not open the door without authorization.

"Crack," came the sound of the key opening the door.

Shen Qingdeng entered the room with some fast food and drinks, and saw Chu Muyu walking over.

Chu Muyu took the bag from the convenience store from him so that he could free up his hands to change his shoes. At the same time, Chu Muyu opened the bag and glanced at the contents. Almost all of them were things that he liked to eat.

Such trivial things can always make people feel comfortable. Shen Qingdeng seems to be able to remember all the things he likes and dislikes. Even if he only mentions it occasionally, or even shows it unintentionally, he seems to be observing all the time. , keep it in mind.

For example, the caramel pudding in this bag was something Chu Muyu only discovered a few days ago, and he couldn't stop eating it. He would buy it every time he went to the convenience store for the past two days.

I don't know when he mentioned this to Shen Qingdeng, how could he even know this?

Shen Qingdeng had already changed his shoes and reached out to take the plastic bag. Chu Muyu took the pudding out of the bag and returned it to Shen Qingdeng.

Shen Qingdeng carried the bag and walked to the kitchen: "Have you eaten yet?"

Chu Muyu followed behind him and shook his head: "No, how about you?"

"Neither do I." Shen Qingdeng replied.

Chu Muyu followed into the kitchen, saw Shen Qingdeng taking out the soup pot from the cabinet, and asked, "I'm not very good at cooking, can I eat dumplings?"

"Alright, I'm not very good at cooking either," Chu Muyu said embarrassedly.

Put the water in the pot, turn on the fire and boil the water, Shen Qingdeng closed the lid of the pot, turned around, finally remembered and asked Chu Muyu: "Why are you sitting outside crying, what's the matter?"

Sadness flashed in Chu Muyu's eyes, and he simply told Shen Qingdeng everything. Even if he tried to simplify the narrative as much as possible, he said it for so long that the water in the soup pot was almost dry.

Shen Qingdeng quickly added a ladle of water into it.

"...That's it." Chu Muyu finished.

Shen Qingdeng didn't answer, he could feel Chu Muyu's sadness, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

The small kitchen suddenly fell silent, only the sound of gas and water tumbling in the pot could be heard.