The interstellar wanderers are probably because of their different lifestyles, and in the decades or even a lifetime of wandering, they have more or less developed a little collector's habit, and they have lived into humanoid hamsters one after another, and Carlos Black, as the former king of wanderers, has not been spared.
His wardrobe has a hidden folding design, which at first glance looks like there is only one wall, but in fact it is a hole, and when the layers are opened, the contents inside can probably fill two rooms.
There are many things but they are not messy, neatly divided into three parts, which are distinct, and there are name tags embedded above the cabinets.
The two largest parts of the area, marked with the names Sabrina Black and Elsa Black, one is full of adult women's clothes, and the other belongs to little girls.
I thought with my toes that these were the clothes of Carlos Black's wife and daughter.
The electronic wardrobe has its own functions of dusting and tidying, and the clothes in these two parts are meticulously cared for and arranged in chronological order.
If the rumors are correct, then these two have been gone many years ago, so most of the clothing is concentrated in the earlier era, but after that, the clothes on both sides have been constantly added, every year, sometimes five or six, sometimes one or two, and it has continued until now, and it has not been left for a year.
At first glance this wardrobe creates the illusion that the mistress and the little girl are still living here and have never left.
This is probably another side that the Wanderer King has never revealed to the outside.
However, Chus is only here to borrow clothes, not to spy on other people's hearts.
He just glanced casually, and then turned his gaze to the part with Carlos Black's name embedded in it.
Compared with the other two, this part is really small and pitiful, if it weren't for the wardrobe with its own sorting function, I'm afraid it would be a hundred times sloppy than now. shirt shirt shirt Chu Si muttered and flipped around, and found that there was no shirt in the man's cabinet, not a single one He is used to wearing that kind of meticulous style of clothes, in short, he has dressed himself up as a well-dressed beast Sven scum all the year round, and he has lost that kind of clothes for a while, and he can't adapt to it.
Carlos Black's clothes were too unkempt for him, and there were still traces of selection in his early years, probably because there were still people taking care of them at that time, and the later clothes were basically in duplicate, as if they were picked up casually.
He took two sets of less profligate ones and went into the bathroom.
The moisture that had risen up from Sa'eyang's bath had long since dissipated, but the water stains on the ground were still there, and there was still a little residual shampoo smell.
This bathroom is very large, there is a laundry box in the corner, washing, disinfection, drying, folding and finishing, all functions are readily available.
Saejan must have thrown his clothes into it when he was taking a shower here.
Oh, and more precisely, the so-called clothes do not include tops.
His shirt had long since been turned into tatters in time and space, and he was thrown into the garbage disposal bin, where only his trousers and underwear were ironed and folded by the machine, and he lay very calmly on the platform at the exit.
Chus glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze as if he had been stung by a wasp.
Anyway, as long as a certain Mr.
Yang stayed, even if the other person was gone, he could still find a sense of existence in all kinds of strange and strange ways.
It's also a kind of ability.
Chus put the clean clothes in his hand on the shelf, and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.
His shirt was no better than in Sa'eyang, and it was torn and stained with too much blood, and it was useless to wash it.
He threw his shirt into the garbage bin in the corner, and the pants he still wore into the washing machine box.
As the hot water poured down, the indescribable sourness in the bones gradually came out.
During this time, what they experienced almost never stopped, and the long period of nervous tension and a lot of conflict and confrontation really loaded a lot of load on the body.
The hot water can indeed relax people's moods a lot, and Chu Si was busy for a while, until his whole body and bones were steamed a little crispy, and then he turned off the water and walked out.
He wiped the water off his body, put on his clean trousers, and then suddenly remembered something, and glanced down at his waist.
He pressed his finger in a familiar place, and then he heard a click, and a hole opened in the skin, revealing the screen of the countdown inside.
The last time I watched it, there were more than 120 days left in the countdown, and during this time, they were all running around in different time and space zones, and the countdown might be affected a little bit, becoming faster or slower.
He had encountered this effect a few times before in a mimic environment, and the effect was not very large in terms of experience, at most it was a few days of error.
He was about to see how many days were left in the countdown when there was a sudden movement outside the door, and then the bathroom door slammed and someone opened it from the outside.
Saeyang stood lazily in the doorway with one hand on the doorframe, with a hint of sleepiness on his face.
With a flick of his fingers, the piece of skin on his waist had already closed, and in order to hide the sound of Guan Closing, he said in surprise: "I washed for more than an hour after waking up" "If you're referring to the estimated healing time of the medical pod," Saeyang pouted, "then I guess I should have come out early." ” As he spoke, his gaze swept over Chus's waist covered by his fingers, "What are you touching your waist for, did I interrupt something more personal?"
Chu Si's face was expressionless, and he threw the towel over, grabbed a clean black tight vest and put it on his body, "I don't have your spare time. ” Saeyang raised his hand to catch the towel, raised his eyebrows and said, "The fact is that all my idle work has been calculated by you, sir, into the medical cabin. ” Chus glanced at his arms and waist, and saw that the wounds were completely gone, as if they had never been there.
He reached out and touched the back of his shoulder again, and the wound healed neatly, and the scab had fallen off from the shower just now.
But I can still feel that the skin is a little different to the touch.
After a long time, he became the one who recovered slowly.
Chu Si snorted angrily in his heart, and stretched out his hand and pointed to the clothes resting on the laundry box platform, "Since it's okay, I'll let you put on your clothes, don't wrap a bath towel and shake it around, it's someone else's flying machine, can you make a little face?"
As he spoke, he grabbed another black vest from the shelf and slapped it on Sa'eyang's chest, grabbed the towel in his hand, and walked out while wiping his hair.
Saeyang let out a nonchalant "um" in the back, to laugh or not.
What happened before the inversion into the medical chamber has been so lightly revealed, and it seems that there will be no signs of being brought up again.
It was as if to confirm what Chus had said before, Saeyan's curiosity and interest in all kinds of things always came and went quickly, and once that point in time had passed or a certain idea was satisfied, he would be a little bit of a little interested.
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Chus wasn't happy or unhappy about this, it was all expected anyway.
After turning around, everything is back to square one, a kiss on the top of the interest does not mean anything too profound, and the relationship between the two seems to be no different from before.
Saeyang quickly changed his clothes and came out, his face was not very good, his lips were still a little pale, but his eyes were as transparent and bright as ever, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Chus was sitting on a single couch in the living room, wiping his hair with one hand and replying to messages on the communicator with the other.
Saeyang stood behind his couch and looked at him twice, reaching out to brush his towel-wiped hair.
Chu Si felt a strange touch on the top of his head, turned his head to stare at someone who owed his hand, looked at it with a strange expression for a while, raised his hand and pointed at the corridor casually, and said, "There are a lot of medicines in the medical room, there are treatments and everything, you go and watch and eat some." ” From what he knew, Saeyang had always been angry, and he was rarely idle.
He suspected that in the eyes of this Mr.
Yang, the whole world was a concentration camp for fools, and there were few people who were qualified to let him get started.
Besides, Saeyang used to be flirtatious in front of him, even if he moved, it was not such a move, his movements were always full of all kinds of oppression and aggression, and he subconsciously put himself in the upper hand This kind of "playing with two hairs" really doesn't seem like something he can do. was hurt by Chus, but Saeyang just lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, stroked Chus's hair again, and lazily dragged the tune: "I don't want to eat." ” Chuss: "You're really Sa'eyan" Saeyang blew away the strands of hair in his hand, snorted, and stood up straight, "Otherwise, who else do you want to be replaced, sir, I'm a little hungry, can you cook?"
"No, it won't."
Chus is unequivocal.
This is quite blind, he has lived by himself for so many years, and he can't cook for a long time.
Saeyang didn't refute, just stared at the back of his head for about five minutes, and Chus's own stomach protested first.
"Sir."
Saeyang said.
Chus ignored him.
"Honey."
Saeyang said again.
Chus still sat on the couch and pretended to be dead.
Sa'eyang: "Don't pretend, your stomach is already growling, I hear it, very, very clearly." ” This bastard thing also specifically emphasizes two "very", which is really a thing that can't speak.
Chu Si endured it for a while, didn't hold back, got up from the sofa with an expressionless face, threw the towel in his hand directly in his face, and walked through the living room towards the kitchen.
He started very hard, and when he turned over the refrigerator and unpacked the ingredients, he made a ping pong sound, and he declared his unwillingness very clearly.
Saeyang leaned against the door of the refrigerator, bent his eyes and said, "I want a copy" "Shut up."
Chus interrupted angrily, "Whoever orders your face to do what's what, don't eat hungry." ” The oil is hot in the pan, the aroma of the first seasoning is fried, and when the cod meat is put in, it makes a sizzling sound, and suddenly there is a little fireworks, which suddenly gives people the illusion of a stable life.
Saeyang watched with interest for a while, then called out again, "Sir." ” "If you want to eat, don't stand it up here like a coffin lid to block the light."
Chu Si said a word of dissipation, and he didn't even raise his head.
"It's nothing, I just think your previous judgment was a little skewed."
Saeyang said.
"What judgment," Chus asked casually, bringing out one of the pieces of fried cod meat.
"You say that my interest is always fast away, and honestly, I agree.
But strangely, I'm suddenly not so sure now.
Saeyang suddenly raised his hand and wiped his thumb at the corner of Chus's mouth, then pinched his chin to make him turn his face and lean his head down.
The kiss was very intimate, not aggressive or subquestive, and didn't even last as long as it had before.
When Saeyang straightened up again, Chu Si realized that he had actually responded just now, and then Then another piece of cod is just fried.
Chus slumped his face and took out the piece of paste, and was about to say something, when the communicator that was resting on the side suddenly vibrate
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