Depressed wife runs with the ball

I woke up in the morning with aches and pains in my lower body. No one was around, the door was open, and I could hear the sounds of cooking in the kitchen.

Chu Yue sat up and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost 11 o'clock. Unable to find her hair tie, she could only shake her head twice, and with a small hand, she brushed her hair from her face and pulled it back.

I looked down and saw that I was naked. I quickly pulled the quilt and looked around, but I couldn't find my clothes.

"Zhou Xingzhi, where are my clothes?" She complained lazily, wrapped in the quilt.

Zhou Xingzhi was cooking porridge in the kitchen. When he heard her voice, he took a spoon, picked up her pajamas from the sofa and brought them in to her.

"Be good, sleep a little longer, I'll call you with porridge later." He was wearing an apron, bent down and kissed her forehead.

Seeing him go out, Chu Yue put on her pajamas, lay down again and took a nap for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

While eating breakfast, Zhou Xingzhi kept chattering about what food was at home and where everything was kept.

Chu Yue simply nodded, occasionally responding with a "hmm." In fact, she still wanted to go back to Cuiyuan for the New Year's Eve, where children would set off fireworks at the gate of the community at night.

After breakfast, he was busy pasting up couplets and blessing characters, and he also pulled her to work. It was unknown when these things were prepared.

As noon approached, he began to prepare lunch again. It seemed that he had no plans to go back to his parents' house yet.

"Didn't you say you learned a new dish? Do you want to cook with me?" He seemed to have yet to try the new dish she had learned. Anyway, the book "Reflections on the East Asian Miracle" in his hand looked rather boring.

Seeing the chopped mushrooms on the chopping board, something suddenly occurred to me, and I said, "Can we go see the snow?"

She is from the south and has never seen snow in her life.

"Where do you want to go? Switzerland? Hokkaido? Finland? Iceland?" He poured the mushrooms on the chopping board into the pan and fried them.

Going abroad seems like you need to pack a lot of stuff, and since it's a long distance, down jackets and other items are bulky, and the suitcase is definitely a big box. But going from the south to the north, you'll probably also need to take a plane.

Chu Yue was thinking hard, even making a mental plan. The faucet in the sink was still running, and the pot was sizzling. This is what life is like.

"I want to go to Laojun Mountain to see the Taoist architecture. You need to be able to take photos so that I can use them for sketching and praying. But I heard that many couples broke up after going there." She recalled some information she had seen online.

"Then don't go." Zhou Xingzhi rejected it immediately.

I didn't realize he was superstitious about this. "Go! You must go!" Chu Yue took off her gloves, dipped her hands in water, and flicked them at his neck with a smile. He turned around with a spatula in his hand and responded, "You've learned bad habits now."

After lunch, Zhou Xingzhi took her back to Cuiyuan to decorate the house. While decorating, he also paid special attention to the decorations in the house. Well, the designer was right. Some things really cannot be bought and are difficult to make, so she had to do it herself.

When she came out of the study, she was standing barefoot on a stool, trying to hang a lantern. It was such a short distance, why was she still standing on a stool? He took the other side, reached over, and easily hung it on the wall cabinet.

Seeing him like that, Chu Yue stamped her feet lightly in anger. Wasn't this just mocking her shortness? "Hmph, childish!" she complained coquettishly, then got down from the stool. Zhou Xingzhi lowered his head and laughed out loud. This New Year was really lively and colorful.

After decorating Cuiyuan, Zhou Xingzhi packed up the small easel for her, carried it downstairs, and put it in the trunk. It was already past four in the afternoon when she returned to his place. The car was parked in the basement. Chu Yue unbuckled her seatbelt and advised him, "You don't have to go up. I can get the things myself. If you don't go back, your parents will be dissatisfied."

"It doesn't take much time." He also unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, quickly took out his things from the trunk, and put his arm around her as they entered the elevator.

When he got home, he wanted to cook, but Chu Yue quickly told him to go back, saying that she was not a useless person who needed him to take care of her all the time. The main reason Zhou Xingzhi wanted to finish cooking before going back was that the teriyaki pork loin at noon was really unpalatable.

How did her aunt teach her? If she cooked for herself, would she be able to eat it?

"But you don't know how to cook. I'll make it and you just need to heat it up at night." He still tied on the apron.

"No need. Aren't there frozen dumplings in the refrigerator? I'll just cook a few. Go back quickly. I still have to make a strategy. Don't disturb me." Chu Yue took off his apron and urged him to go home.

He looked at his watch. He would go home for dinner and it would probably be around eight or nine in the evening. It would probably be before 10 when he got back here. That was fine. He could make her some midnight snacks and celebrate the New Year together.

"Then call me if you have anything. I'll be back after dinner." He put down his apron and kissed her cheek.

After sending him out, Chu Yue finally picked up her easel and started painting. As for the strategy, we'll talk about it tonight. As 8 o'clock approached, the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers began to rise around them.

She stood on the balcony, looking out at the river and the fireworks from the stage above. This New Year felt a little different than the ones she'd always spent alone. There was nothing on the table. She wasn't particularly hungry, and she didn't want to eat alone, so she didn't even cook dumplings. On the coffee table, there were still unpacked Lego sets that she hadn't finished building.

She wrapped herself in a soft sweater, sat on the balcony, sipping hot tea and watching the fireworks by the river. It was so comfortable. If Zhou Xingzhi was there, it would be even better. She didn't know when she got used to his presence. She began to feel anticipation, longing, and a throbbing in her heart.

Numerous messages of congratulations popped up on her phone. She sent a WeChat message to Teacher Yang, which contained a half-finished painting of a street lined with red lanterns, copied from a photo she'd found online. The teacher quickly replied, pointing out that this part wasn't right, that the perspective was off. She smiled faintly and replied, "Happy New Year, Teacher."

The teacher also replied: [Happy New Year.]

The easel was finally brought to the balcony and modified, and the painting ended up in a mess.

Although the painting was not very good, the notebook was done well. I found a lot of guides to Laojun Mountain on the Internet, studied them carefully, and wrote and drew in the notebook. Before I finished the painting, Zhou Xingzhi came back.

"Why are you back so early?" Chu Yue was sitting on the balcony, turning her head to look at him, with a gust of wind blowing against her body.

"My mom was upset that I didn't bring you back for dinner, so she sent me back early." He looked towards the restaurant, which seemed to be unchanged since he left. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I'll wait for you to come back and make it." Chu Yue seemed to have gotten used to eating the food he cooked and also got used to him eating with her.

Zhou Xingzhi changed into slippers and walked to the balcony. He looked at the snacks and tea on the small coffee table. He picked up the teacup and wanted to drink it.

"Hey, it's cold." She quickly stopped him and made him another cup. "Drinking tea so late?" She looked at the clock. It was almost 11 o'clock.

Chu Yue was a little stunned. Didn't their family have the custom of staying up all night to celebrate the New Year's Eve? "On New Year's Eve, we have to stay up all night. Don't you have this custom in your family?"

I seem to have heard of staying up all night to celebrate the New Year when I was a kid, but as I grew older, I didn't pay much attention to it. Most people would just go to bed after the New Year's Eve. Chu Yue brought the freshly brewed tea to him.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." He took the tea and took a sip. It didn't taste like white tea, but had a sticky taste.

"Dumplings." She worried he'd have to work hard cooking, so she simply ordered something simple. Southerners, eating dumplings on New Year's Eve? That's rare.

Zhou Xingzhi looked at the painting on the easel. Uh...was it because it was too noisy that the painting didn't turn out well? Teacher Yang seemed to have said that she liked quiet. The environment in the new house was quieter than here.

"Actually, I think you're a little weird." Chu Yue stood in front of the easel, thinking of the building on Laojun Mountain, and felt even more that his painting was not well done.

Zhou Xingzhi sat on a stool and pulled her into his arms. "Strange? What's strange about it?" Why would someone ask such a question when they're in the heat of love?

"It's strange that you, a rich second-generation, can cook." Chu Yue snuggled in his arms and scratched the bridge of his nose.

"Jin Yue can't cook? If you stay abroad for a few years, your cooking won't be so bad." Zhou Xingzhi smiled and hugged her gently.

Chu Yue stood up suddenly and looked at him unfriendlyly: "Is my cooking unpalatable?"