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Chapter 101 Gu Yan Cooks for Mo Xiaobei
The sea blue plaid quilt covers the bed, and next to the bed is a bedside table with a simple desk lamp and a small degree on it.

On the left side of the bed is a writing desk covered with light gray cotton linen. There is an oversized computer desk pad on the writing desk. In the middle of the pad is a laptop supported by a stand.

At the moment, this computer is playing Shi Jin's light music "Time Alone" in a loop.

On the right side of the computer, there is a wooden stake - Brazilian wood, in the ceramic with a white low bottom. It is also in his study. It is Mo Xiaobei's Christmas gift that is not seen by others.

Next to the brazilian wood is a vase filled with daisies, and to the left of the computer are several literature books. Gu Yan picked them up and looked at them, "One Hundred Years of Solitude", "To Live", "Cangyang Gyatso" and "The Ferryman".

Judging from the wear and yellowing of the corners of the book, he should have read it many times, and he put the book back neatly.

On the left side of the desk is a wooden bookshelf about one meter high, filled with various books and several pots of succulent Lithops.

Next to the bookshelf is the balcony and the glass sliding door of the bedroom. There are some other flowers and plants in the balcony, a small round table and a lazy sofa.

Gu Yan stayed next to the two digital oil paintings on the wall opposite the bookshelf, wiped them with his fingers, turned around and asked, "Did you draw it?"

"This is very simple. Just fill in the digital oil painting bought online." Mo Xiaobei said with an embarrassed smile.

Gu Yan nodded knowingly: "What a time-wasting hobby."

Mo Xiaobei said: "Their function is to calm the emotions, not to waste time."

"How?" Gu Yan asked in confusion.

"When I'm in a bad mood, doing these quiet and boring things will calm me down," Mo Xiaobei said.

Gu Yan looked around again: "Do you have to buy it again?"

Mo Xiaobei chuckled twice: "Are you here for a joke, or for condolences?"

Gu Yan didn't answer, and asked, "Did you just wake up?"

Mo Xiaobei nodded and sat cross-legged on the bed: "Well, I was woken up by you."

"I came here to see you, and I thought I woke you up. How are you doing now? Is your cold feeling better?" After speaking, Gu Yan moved up to Mo Xiaobei and touched her forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

Mo Xiaobei dodged a little uncomfortable: "Probably not."

"How is this house, are you still used to it?" Gu Yan asked.

Mo Xiaobei remembered that Gu Yan worked so hard to let himself live in the house, and his tone was a little gentle: "Well, it's much better than the one I lived in before, and I am very grateful to the middle and his friends."

"Then what kind of house did you live in before? One bedroom and one living room?" Gu Yan asked.

Mo Xiaobei sighed, looked at Gu Yan's puzzled face, rolled his eyes, and shook his head: "Can I refuse to discuss the sufferings of the world with a person who can't even take the bus?"

Gu Yan stood up with a smile and rubbed Mo Xiaobei's hair: "You can argue with me, it seems to be good."

Mo Xiaobei pulled his hand away: "Don't mess with my hair."

Gu Yan sat back on the chair and turned around twice, his attention was suddenly attracted by this piano piece that kept repeating itself.

He closed his eyes and felt the intention and state of mind of Mo Xiaobei's single cycle. For some reason, he felt a sense of sadness and loneliness when listening to this music.

Gu Yan closed his eyes and asked Mo Xiaobei: "Xiaobei, how do you feel listening to this piano piece?"

This song was flowing in the room, Mo Xiaobei looked at Gu Yan, feeling warm and bitter in her heart, she replied softly: "Cure."

Gu Yan opened his eyes, nodded, got up and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry, let's cook."

Mo Xiaobei followed Gu Yan to the restaurant, ready to help, but Gu Yan stopped him and said, "Sit there, if you're bored, play some music you like."

Mo Xiaobei took out his computer from his room, sat at the dining table, and listened to music while doing part-time jobs.

After a while, Gu Yan put the brewed brown sugar ginger tea in front of Mo Xiaobei: "I cook very quickly."

Mo Xiaobei was taken aback, a little embarrassed, she picked up the cup and said, "Thank you." It seemed that Gu Yan knew everything about today.

In less than an hour, Gu Yan made ribs soup, braised fish, beer duck, and stir-fried chicken feathers, and soaked apples in hot water.

He looked at Mo Xiaobei who was scribbling in front of the computer, and he remembered a sentence: People always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but worry about gains and losses when happiness is in progress.

"It's time to eat." Gu Yan finished the meal and sat down at the dining table and said.

Mo Xiaobei hurriedly packed up the computer, picked up his chopsticks and said, "I'm starving to death, I haven't eaten all day."

Gu Yan picked up Mo Xiaobei's bowl and poured him a bowl of soup: "Have some pork rib soup first."

"Mr. Gu, you are so virtuous and omnipotent, I admire you." Mo Xiaobei took the soup that Gu Yan handed over with both hands.

She couldn't wait to take a sip: "Yeah, it's so delicious."

She may have been hungry all day, and her contented feet were kicking the floor non-stop at the moment.

Gu Yan was amused by his exaggerated expression, laughed a few times, and said, "Eat more if it tastes good, I want to discuss something with you after eating."

Mo Xiaobei took a small piece of fish and said, "Say it now, I'll listen."

Gu Yan looked at Mo Xiaobei and said, "Eat well, we'll talk after you're done."

After eating, Gu Yan peeled and cut the soaked apple into Mo Xiaobei's hand and began to clean up the dishes.

Mo Xiaobei quickly put down the fruit, stopped Gu Yan, and forced her to wash the dishes in order to express her gratitude. Gu Yan enjoyed it and sat on the sofa to watch the current news.

After Mo Xiaobei washed the dishes, he sat on the single sofa next to Gu Yan, wiped his hands with a tissue and asked, "What do you want to discuss with me, you can talk about it now."

She threw the tissue into the trash can and took out her mobile phone: "Yeah, did you send me a message this afternoon? Sorry, I slept all afternoon, I just saw it."

Gu Yan took out the mobile phone from Mo Xiaobei's hand and put it on the coffee table, looked at Mo Xiaobei and said, "It's about you and Zhang Min."

Mo Xiaobei changed into a comfortable position and nestled on the sofa, and casually put the pillow behind him into his arms.

Leaning forward again, he picked up the hot ginger tea that Gu Yan had re-brewed for him on the coffee table at some point, held the cup with both hands, looked at the heat from the cup and said, "You know all about it?"

"I understand, I want to hear what you have to say." Gu Yan turned off the TV, leaned on the sofa and looked at Mo Xiaobei and said.

Mo Xiaobei originally wanted to explain everything to Gu Yan with reservations.

But when she saw Gu Yan looking at her with gentle eyes, felt the warm brown sugar ginger tea in her hand, and the warmth transmitted to her body through her fingers, she suddenly felt full of security and desire to talk.

She looked down at the cup in her hand: "It's a long story."

Gu Yan put one elbow on the armrest of the sofa and looked at her: "Speak slowly, I'm listening."

Listening carefully is the respect Gu Yan cultivated to give everyone, especially Mo Xiaobei.

It started when Mo Xiaobei was in his own car last time and suddenly lost control of his emotions;
From the day when Mo Xiaobei lost control of his emotions, and then when he suddenly hugged him like a different person;
And after the two quarreled that day, after they had been estranged from each other for a long time;

And there are many, many moments...

He especially hoped to find a chance to have a good and in-depth chat with Mo Xiaobei.

No matter what they can talk about, he hopes that they can have such an opportunity to open their hearts and walk into Mo Xiaobei's world as friends.

(End of this chapter)