【Kip】Silent cohabitation

Chapter 1

- He suddenly remembered the sunshine on his face when he got up today.

- the smell of the forest.

Mr. Kirilenko, who finally handed in the manuscript after two days of sleepless nights, was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone at [-] o'clock in the sunny morning.

"Mr. Kirilenko! Good morning! There is a gentleman who likes the house you are renting out. May I ask when you are free, can you show us?" On the other end of the phone was the enthusiastic tone of the intermediary brother.

A ray of sunlight slipped into the room through the cracks in the curtains, and Kirilenko lifted the quilt on his body, and the huge coolness quickly woke him up.

He coughed twice, to get rid of the nasal sound of just waking up and the anger of being woken up, and replied flatly: "Anytime."

The intermediary brother seemed to have gotten used to the gentleman's indifference, and excitedly agreed that Kirilenko would make an appointment to tell him immediately, and then said goodbye.

Kirilenko watched his mobile phone screen darken to reflect his own shadow, and then remembered that he had indeed let the house he was living out to find someone to share.

In fact, he was looking for someone to clean the house and cook for him.

In Kirilenko, I chatted with the housekeeping aunt who invited me to the house all afternoon. I didn’t write a single word in the manuscript. When I left, I took a bundle of garbage bags. After a few days, I tried to introduce my daughter to Kirilei. After Lianke, he resolutely dismissed this enthusiastic aunt.

So a week later, facing his messy home that had turned into a kennel again, he turned around and opened his notebook, and began to search for intermediary websites in the same city.

"Quiet, talk less, and do housework"

This is the first time for Kirilenko to share a house with someone, and it seems that the intermediary brother is also the first time to see the landlord picking tenants like picking housekeepers.

Kirilenko shuffled to the window with his shoes on and opened the curtains. The sun, with the smell of leaves, hit his face through the big tree in front of the window.Kirilenko narrowed his eyes, turned and walked out of the room, crossed the living room, and opened the door of another room.

He had already tidied up this room before, with off-white bookshelves, desks and wardrobes, curtains with forest series patterns, and a big tree outside the window.

The configuration that can be checked in directly with a bag.

Although this man is cold and dull, at least he has good taste.

In other words, he almost arranged his room to be completely dark, so the bad-hearted would do it the other way around in this guest room.

The draft blows Kirilenko's short, dyed pink hair, and he squints his eyes, imagining what the new tenant will look like.

The notification sound of the text message brought back Kirilenko's wandering mind, and the agent's brother efficiently set the time at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Realizing that such aimless fantasies are meaningless, Kirilenko brushed his hair twice and began to wash.

He simply made a bucket of instant noodles for himself and finished eating in a hurry, then started to tidy up the living room and himself.

He opened the closet and planned to change out the useless home clothes on his body, but he couldn't find a shirt after picking and choosing.Kirilenko had no choice but to close his eyes and take one at random.

Apparently, Kirilenko was rarely nervous about the future of living and eating with a stranger.

Lunch was also settled casually. Kirilenko was fully dressed and sat on the sofa, waiting for the intermediary's call.

When Kirilenko was about to be hypnotized and fell asleep on the sofa countless times by the bloody plot on TV, the phone finally rang.

"I'm upstairs, just bring someone up." Put the pillow in your arms back on the sofa, walk to the door, open the door and wait.

Watching the number of elevators increase little by little, Kirilenko coughed a few times.

The elevator opened with a "ding", and the broker came out with a smile on his face to say hello to Kirilenko, followed by a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties.

new tenant.Kirilenko understood, simply nodded to his brother, and then began to look at the strange face in front of him openly.

He was wearing a new white shirt, and the cloth shoes on his feet were also brand new. Obviously, he had dressed up for this inspection.People were very uncomfortable to see Kirilenko's straight eyes, lowered their eyebrows and eyes to avoid people's sight, but couldn't help raising their heads to look curiously at Kirilenko's pink-haired head. Raise the arc with the action.

Seeing that the boy was obviously avoiding his gaze, Kirilenko didn't force it, took a step back to make room, and greeted, "Please come in."

After taking a brief look around the public areas such as the living room and kitchen, they came to the clean-up guest room.Kirilenko took a step forward, opened the door,

"This is your room." After saying a word, he leaned against the wall with his pockets in his pockets and let people visit by themselves.It seemed that he was tired from looking at the dark-colored living room, and seeing a row of beige-colored wardrobe boys, his eyes lit up, and he looked back at Kirilenko in surprise, not wanting to meet the owner of the house.

The boy's eyes were emerald green, and Kirilenko caught a glimpse of the surprise and joy in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered the sunshine on his face when he got up today.

The smell of the forest.

The boy didn't expect that he would be looking at him, he was startled and showed an embarrassed smile.

"It seems that both parties are satisfied, then sit down and sign the contract." The enthusiastic and energetic voice of the intermediary brother cut off the wordless communication between the two.

There is no need to go into too much detail about the process of signing the contract. The intermediary brother took the contract signed by Party A and Party B and left excitedly, leaving the two of them in the world.

Kirilenko coughed, breaking the quiet atmosphere, "Mr. Putin," he caught sight of his name when he signed, "you can live in at any time, and if you need help with luggage, just ask."

Those who knew Kirilenko might slap themselves in the face if they heard these words.Kirilenko just didn't want to scare off the new tenants.

Putin twisted his fingers together nervously, tiptoed twice as if he had made a decision, took out a large notebook from his bag, and wrote on it with a signature pen,

[My luggage is actually placed downstairs, just bring it up by yourself. 】

Can't speak? Kirilenko was surprised, but soon relieved.He also doesn't want to delve into other people's private affairs.

It’s just that I lament that the intermediary brother’s requirement for quietness is also full marks.

Seeing Kirilenko nod to himself, Putin thought for a moment and wrote,

[I can't speak, won't this be troublesome? 】

Kirilenko shook his head, "It's okay." He said, with a soothing tone in his tone.

Kirilenko tilted his head to indicate the closed door at the far end, "That's my room, I don't usually go out, so you can knock on the door if you have anything to do."

Putin was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered that this was still half a self-introduction. He turned the page of the notebook and wrote it in a hurry.

[I am studying at Y University, and I usually have to work part-time. Sometimes I will come back later, which may disturb you. 】

Kirilenko shook his head in response, picked up the water glass on the table and put it in Putin's hand, "Then I'll go back to the room first." After speaking, he went back to the room and closed the door, and threw himself into bed again.

The all-night fatigue was covered up by the sudden busyness, and now that I am free, the tiredness floods in overwhelmingly.Kirilenko wrapped himself in a quilt and let Putin outside do what he wanted.

Putin tightened his grip on the glass before pulling himself out of the previous tension.I was afraid of living in the school's eight-person dormitory because of poor speech, and because of personal financial reasons, I had to choose to share.Putin took a deep breath. It was better than getting along with seven people at the same time before getting along with one person. Besides, although the landlord was cold, it didn't make people feel malicious.Looking around with emerald eyes, Kirilenko saw the key that Kirilenko had pressed on the copy of the contract earlier, picked it up and put it away, opened the door and went to the doorman downstairs to pick up the luggage.

In his sleep, Kirilenko vaguely heard the sound of luggage being moved outside the door, his misty eyes became a little vigilant, and it took a few seconds before he realized that his guest room had already been occupied.

Putin arranged his things by category and looked back at Kirilenko's closed door.Recalling the man leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and looking at him, the pink hair was particularly conspicuous in the black furniture, and the pair of eyes of the same color as the hair color were below, with five fingers put together on the temples, playfully facing him. The black door saluted.

-TBC