The multiple lives of the actor

Chapter 12

Then Yu's face was indifferent, and his heart was blank.

He was silent for a while, his eyes drooped, his eyes were erratic, and his tone was very calm: "I'll cook." While speaking, he walked into the kitchen with a steady movement.

As soon as he entered, he heard a laugh from behind. Yan Sheng's voice was nice to hear, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the voice of jade, but now his low laugh is almost numb to the bones.

Then Yu pursed his lips and his eyes became more vacant.

Yan Sheng Moyu's pupils smiled, and he thought of Qin Chuan inexplicably.Qin Chuan's characteristic of stuttering when he was nervous already made him feel very unpopular.Unexpectedly, this teacher, Zeyuze, was the most disillusioned person.

What about the iceberg that was agreed to keep strangers away?

What if the eye is swept to death?

The more Yan Sheng thought about it, the happier he became, the next moment he suddenly put his fist on the corner of his lips to stop the laughter that was about to come out.

It's the first time to be a guest at someone's house, so it's better to restrain yourself?

Yan Sheng coughed and pretended to open the "History of Ancient Chinese Weapons" on the table.Yan Sheng was just pretending at first, but when he opened the cover, he immediately became serious.

For the convenience of viewing, the classification of this book is very detailed, and there are two categories: cold weapons and firearms.

The category of cold weapons is divided into short weapons, long weapons, hidden weapons... Each category is further divided into categories.

Yan Sheng flipped through the book with one hand supporting his head, he read it quickly and seriously, because he thought of some past events.The fast reading is purely because he has been a scholar for several lifetimes, and the skill of reading is simply in his blood.

Yan Sheng has some regrets about this: he did not go in front of the various planes, he could only study in the hospital alone because of his health, after he went to the planes, because most of the student roles he played were ancient, and there were many rules and hierarchy at that time. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't go to the school at the beginning, and when he was eligible to enter the school, there was no need to go to the school.

Later, he managed to become a student back to modern times, and because he wanted to conform to his personality as a high-cold student, he didn't go to school for several months.

Yan Sheng closed the book, feeling a little regretful: Think about what other people said about you at the same table, the two or three things that the dean and class teacher had to say, the girl you chased after those years, and talk about transforming after class. Chengzhu's roommate who is eager to grab food...he has never experienced it.

After Yan Sheng regretted it, he got up and followed the scent to the door of the kitchen: "What are you doing now?"

The one who was cutting the vegetables shook his hand and almost brushed his fingers with the blade of the knife. Even so, his tone was not the slightest, but still very cold: "Cold cucumber."

Yan Sheng nodded with a smile: "Veg is good." Leaning against the door, he glanced at a table of dishes on the table: "Is it enough to eat so much?"

Then Yu's chopping hand gave a pause, and then started to operate again very rhythmically: "There is still one person, so it should be fine."

As soon as the words fell, someone knocked on the door outside, and the knock was accompanied by a weak voice: "Zeyu, open the door."

When Yan Sheng saw it, he put the knife away and was about to open the door, so he hurriedly stopped him: "You have finished the last dish, so don't delay the meal."

Wait, doesn't that make it look like you can't wait to eat?

Yan Sheng pondered, then he put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly in the next moment, with an extremely elegant voice: "How dare you bother the boss with such a trivial matter as opening the door, just leave it to me."

He is simply the most elegant and luxurious son in the world.

Zeyu: "..." In fact, you are the master...

Yan Sheng opened the door with a smile on his face, and when he saw who was coming, both of them were stunned.

Yan Sheng is wearing a white shirt, black suit, simple and distinct black and white, and his long hair, which he finds troublesome, has also been cut into a cool short hair.When the whole person stands there, he is tall and tall, like a bamboo like a pine.

Cheng Wuyang: "...ah."

Cheng Wuyang is wearing a military uniform today, with simple military boots, a white shirt, and a military overcoat casually draped over his shoulders. His pair of red phoenix eyes are lazy and lazy, but his already handsome face has an inexplicable taste.

The two were just stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled, without even asking each other why they were here.

Yan Sheng is purely because he is not curious, and Cheng Wuyang is because he has already guessed the reason why Yan Sheng is here.It was nothing more than Qin Chuan and those guys who were afraid that Pu Qingxuan would climb Yan Sheng's bed in the middle of the night.

Cheng Wuyang stretched out his hand: "Cheng Wuyang, safe and sound, safe and sound." His hands were white and slender.

Yan Sheng smiled and stretched out his hand to hold his hand: "Yan Sheng, the face of the Yan family in Langya, is extremely prosperous."

As soon as he let go, Cheng Wuyang yawned, and Dan Feng smiled with his eyes: "Should I say that the Yan family has produced a large number of talents, and there are many generations who have shined in the annals of history? The future generations are also so extraordinary."

Yan Sheng invited him in with a smile: "I don't dare to be extraordinary, probably... I can only be excellent." The witty words in the second half of the sentence made Cheng Wuyang smile even more.

As soon as the two of them entered, Zeyu actually set up a table of dishes in such a short time.

Cheng Wuyang let out a sigh: "How can you finish eating so much? You can't finish eating even one more person."

Yan Sheng, who seemed to understand something, silently looked at Zeyu with only two words in his eyes: waste.

Zeyu paused with his chopsticks: "The Analects of Confucius has words, and it's a joy to have friends come from afar." So it's normal to do too much.

Yan Sheng scratched his forehead with his fingers: "It seems very reasonable, but I'm speechless."

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Two 10 minutes later.

Cheng Wuyang, who still had half a bowl of rice, was very melancholy: "I can't finish it."

Ze Yu's expression was ice-cold, and he could not stand his beak: "Finish."

……

After a few minutes.

Yan Sheng also had half a bowl of rice: "I can't finish it either."

Zeyu: "...Let's put it aside for now."

Cheng Wuyang, who was amused at being treated differently: "I say, I will give you a friend who forgets sex after seeing sex?"

Zeyu looked serious and serious: "It's not that I forget righteousness because of color, but that I am strict with myself and treat others leniently."