Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Li Weihua saw Chen Caiqing staring blankly ahead, holding the pancake in her hand but not taking a bite for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel curious. He gently touched her shoulder and asked gently, "Caiqing, why are you daydreaming? Are you too tired today?"

As he spoke, he considerately took one of the two pancakes in his bowl and put it into her bowl naturally. His eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, showing a considerate look.

The hard coarse grain cake fell into the old ceramic bowl, making a slight clash sound, which brought Chen Caiqing back to his senses.

She withdrew her inquiring gaze from Lin Xi's face, lowered her head to look at the black pancake in her bowl, and slowly raised her eyes to meet Li Weihua's concerned eyes - gentle and focused, as if she was the only one in his heart and eyes.

"What's wrong? Eat quickly. Didn't you just say you were hungry?" When Li Weihua saw her looking at him, the smile on his face deepened, but his eyes seemed to casually glance at the two pancakes in her bowl.

Chen Caiqing lowered her eyelids, a hint of strong disgust flashed across her eyes, and the fingertips holding the bowl trembled slightly. It took all her strength to resist the urge to throw the bowl and the cake at Li Weihua's face.

It was like this in my previous life.

Although in his heart, he only regarded herself as a stepping stone for Li Weihua to climb up, a blood-sucking bag that was available at any time, and he wanted to squeeze all the value out of her and then kick her away.

But on the surface, this man always pretends to be gentle and considerate, and is willing to give everything for her, making her willingly give up everything for him, and foolishly believe that this man loves her.

Now that he has been reborn and looking at Li Weihua's hypocritical appearance, Chen Caiqing realized how stupid he was in his previous life. How could he have been blinded and deceived for so long by such a simple trick that could be seen through at a glance?

But even though he had despised himself a thousand times in his heart and cut Li Weihua into pieces countless times, Chen Caiqing just shook his head slightly, stuffed the pancake in his hand into his mouth, and picked up the two pancakes in the bowl.

Li Weihua beside her saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up and the corners of his lips curled up in a triumphant smile.

That's it.

Every time he pretended to care about this silly woman and said a few sweet words, she would be immediately moved and would want to open her heart to him.

Although she had been much colder towards him after her serious illness, it now seemed that she was just playing hard to get. Look, he just pretended to share one of his cakes with her, and she eagerly gave him her food.

Li Weihua smiled smugly in his heart and pretended to be very embarrassed on the surface, but he did not show any intention of shrinking the bowl in his hand.

However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.

"Sister Cuiping, I don't have a good appetite today. Please help me eat these two pancakes."

Chen Caiqing handed the pancake to the somewhat flattered female educated youth beside him, then turned to look at Li Weihua and said, "Brother Li, my stomach is not feeling well today, so I asked Sister Cuiping to help me with the pancake. Do you mind?"

Even though Li Weihua was used to acting, the expression on his face at this moment was really not good. But looking at Chen Caiqing who was smiling innocently and Gu Cuiping who was staring at him eagerly beside her, he still gritted his teeth and forced a smile, "Of course... not."

"That's good. I knew that you, Brother Li, are not such a stingy person." Chen Caiqing seemed not to notice Li Weihua's ugly expression. He nodded to himself and patted the pancake crumbs on his hands.

Then he stood up and said to the educated youth at the table, "Take your time to eat, I'll leave first," and left without looking back, leaving Li Weihua, who was full of anger but had nowhere to vent, and Gu Cuiping, who was confused and just stuffing the pancake into her mouth, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Regardless of how Chen and Li were pretending to be nice and playing along, with swords flashing and sabers flying everywhere, the atmosphere at the other end of the long table was completely different.

Song Guanwen's gaze swept across the crowd calmly and stopped at Lin Xi, who was surrounded by several female educated youth. She was small, surrounded by several female educated youth who were half a head taller than her. She looked like a new cattail under the shade of willow branches, thin and frail.

Song Guanwen frowned and searched her face for a moment. Although her face was still sickly pale, her cheeks had some color and were no longer the frightening grayness before. His slightly frowned brows relaxed unconsciously.

He was about to look away, but at this moment, Lin Xi, who was surrounded by several people, seemed to sense something and suddenly raised her head and looked in his direction.

She moved suddenly, and Song Guanwen couldn't dodge in time, and his eyes ran straight into her watery eyes with a blush at the corners.

Lin Xi's eyes were beautiful, big and round, shaped like almonds. The bottom of her eyes were wet because she had just cried, like a lake covered with a layer of mist, with fine water light. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes were more distinct because of the blush that had not yet faded.

When such a pair of eyes, soft and glutinous, look over gently with the timidity of a small animal, even the most hard-hearted person will involuntarily soften his expression.

But Song Guanwen seemed to be hurt by something. His brows, which had relaxed a lot, suddenly tightened, and a deep wrinkle was carved in the middle of his eyebrows.

He doesn't like to make eye contact with people.

It wasn't because he was cowardly or arrogant, but because he hated his own eyes, the same eyes as his deceased mother's.

The same extremely dark pupils, the same drooping eye corners, and even the hazy mist floating under the eyes are almost the same, as if they were born with endless sorrow. Even just a glance at them through the yellowed black and white photos can make people feel depressed in an instant.

Song Guanwen did not have any particularly deep feelings for his mother. When she left, he was just one year old and could not even speak a few complete words, let alone have any deep memories of the mother-son love.

But he happened to have a pair of eyes that were very similar to hers. Such eyes seemed to be naturally soaked in sorrow, and anyone who saw them would think of the woman who had long been buried.

Song's father didn't like him because whenever he saw his eyes, he would think of his late wife who came from a poor family but looked down on him in every way.

Hu Yun didn't like it, because whenever she looked into his eyes, she would think of the photos she had burned with her own hands, and the faces that were distorted in the flames.

His nominal brothers and sisters don't like him either, for no other reason than that their parents don't like him.

So, I don’t know when it started, but Song Guanwen also started to dislike his own eyes, and even began to dislike people who stared at his eyes.