my landlord is koi

The stove in the kitchen was simmering rock sugar pears on a low fire. Mo Xiaoxiao didn't dare to walk away. She wiped the sink counter clean, put the computer on it, and moved a stool to sit on.While waiting for the pear to be stewed, I sorted out my manuscript.

She dawdled until the [-]-word entry for this new essay, but her grades were still not satisfactory, and her monthly money was on the verge of paying taxes.But she was very happy to write this book, probably because no one is restraining her, she can write whatever she wants every day, and write whenever she wants.

Seeing that this book is about to end, her advance collection of new articles is better than ever, which undoubtedly makes her hopeful again.Mo Xiaoxiao cheers herself up in her heart, hard work will pay off, and hard work will pay off.

However, Wuqiao's new article is coming to an end, and Mo Xiaoxiao selfishly wants to finish it with her, so she wonders how long her own chapter can last.But at the same time, Mo Xiaoxiao also lamented that there are so few written in Wuqiao. She only wrote 10,000+ such sweet online games.

"Is it true that if you don't write abusive articles, you will be all kinds of short?" Mo Xiaoxiao smiled helplessly, and unconsciously clicked on Naihe Wuqiao's article again, watching and feeling something in her heart, and she couldn't control it. Click on the document and start editing long comments.

The small pot on the stove was bubbling and bubbling, and was forgotten by Mo Xiaoxiao along with the manuscript.

Qiao Yuening felt much better when she woke up, the symptoms of dizziness and fever were relieved, and her limbs also had some strength, so she didn't have to struggle to get up.It is the inflammation of the tonsils that heals slowly, and the sore throat affects the ears.Feeling uncomfortable due to sweating, Qiao Yuening went into the bathroom to wash up. After thinking about it, she still didn't take a shower. Instead, she simply wiped the sweat off her body with a cloth towel.

It is still early winter, there is no heating in the south, and the air conditioner in the house is not turned on, so the indoor temperature is only a few degrees.

Qiao Yuening was still sick and didn't dare to mess around. After washing and feeling cold, she consciously turned out her woolen coat and wrapped it around her body.She only had a few mouthfuls of porridge in the morning, and now her stomach was growling with hunger, and she wanted to come out to see if there was anything she could eat.

Mo Xiaoxiao is not in the living room, she is still guarding her stove in the kitchen.But because most of her thoughts were on the long comment, she didn't hear Qiao Yuening's weak footsteps.

"Why are you playing on the computer here?"

The hoarse voice sounded suddenly, and Mo Xiaoxiao was startled.She turned around abruptly, saw it was Qiao Yuening, then patted her chest|chest and said, "I cooked some pears with rock sugar for you, and I'm here to guard the fire."

Speaking of which, she stood up from the stool, first went to see how the rock sugar pear stew was doing, then turned around and asked, "Are you hungry, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

These two simple sentences are naturally considerate, like drinking a bowl of hot tea, warming up Qiao Yuening's whole body.She stared at Mo Xiaoxiao, inexplicably feeling her nose sore.Subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his nose, took a deep breath so as not to let the disappointing tears well up in his eyes.People become vulnerable when they are sick, both physically and mentally.

Qiao Yuening thought that she was used to carrying everything on her shoulders alone, whether it was pain, sadness or fear, there was nothing she couldn't overcome.But I didn't expect that this illness, Mo Xiaoxiao's meticulous care melted the hard shell inside and outside of her heart, revealing the soft|soft heart inside.

She hadn't felt that kind of inadvertent touch for a long time.Living alone for so long, I have forgotten what it feels like to be taken care of by others.

Mo Xiaoxiao waited for a while but didn't hear Qiao Yuening's answer. She turned off the stove and brought out the rock sugar pears. Seeing Qiao Yuening standing by the door in a daze and looking at her, she tilted her head in embarrassment.

"You...does your throat still hurt?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked, Qiao Yuening's eyes were moist and hazy, as if she hadn't woken up and had tears in her eyes.Mo Xiaoxiao was cramped by her stare, and spoke a little stiffly.

Qiao Yuening snapped back to her senses, raised her hand between her eyebrows in embarrassment, and turned to go to the small restaurant.Mo Xiaoxiao followed with her things, put the rock sugar pears in front of Qiao Yuening, and said with a smile: "You have a sore throat and some fever, you must have no taste in your mouth now, first eat some rock sugar pears, and I'll cook noodles for you."

The bowl of rock sugar pears in front of me is attractive| attractive, with a few goji berries floating on top, and underneath is just stewed pears.

Qiao Yuening picked up the spoon Mo Xiaoxiao gave her, and took a bite of the pear first.The sweet taste melts on the tip of the tongue, diluting the bitter taste in the mouth.Qiao Yuening had mixed feelings in her heart, she almost couldn't even tell whether the sugar water in the bowl was hot or cold.

The small dining room is connected to the kitchen, and Qiao Yuening can see the situation of the kitchen from where she is sitting.Mo Xiaoxiao was washing the vegetables, and the small pot on the fire was boiling water. She took the noodles from the refrigerator and put them on hand before starting to mix the ingredients.Qiao Yuening stared at her back, feeling a sense of tranquility in her heart.

The house she bought as a temporary residence has been deserted for two or three years, and it feels like home for the first time.Make people attached, make people warm.It turns out that there is really someone who can touch the heart at a certain moment and make himself want a home.

After eating a bowl of rock sugar pears, Qiao Yuening was not so hungry, and even felt that her cold was much better, and her throat didn't hurt anymore.She pushed the bowl aside, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, turned to Xiao Tinghui's phone, and sent a short message: "I was talking about decorating the study earlier, please help me refer to it, and show me a suitable template."

Xiao Tinghui's text message was replied very quickly, but the content was meaningless: "!!!"

Qiao Yuening raised her eyebrows, and waited quietly for a while, this time it was not a text message notification, but a deafening knock on the door.

Mo Xiaoxiao, who was in the kitchen, heard a voice and poked her head out and asked, "What's the matter? Is anyone here?"

Qiao Yuening smiled at her and said, "Someone is visiting, I'll open the door. By the way, can I cook an extra bowl of noodles?"

Mo Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, then guessed who was coming, and said with a gentle smile, "Yes."

Outside the gate, Xiao Tinghui was wrapped in nondescript pajamas and stood at the entrance of the corridor. He looked like he just woke up, his hair was messed up like a bird's nest.Seeing that the person who opened the door was Qiao Yuening, his eyes looked as if he had discovered a new world, he glanced around Qiao Yuening, and clicked twice before entering the door.

"I said, did you wake up in the wrong posture today? Even your brain is not very clear. Are you a sex change or..." Xiao Tinghui walked in carelessly, and when he was about to lie down on the sofa, he smelled a sweet smell. Taste, follow the taste to the kitchen, mouth blah blah blah.

When he was discussing the study room with Qiao Yuening that day, Qiao Yuening implicitly expressed that she wanted to decorate it after falling in love.But how long has it been?The words were not cold, Qiao Yuening said that it was going to be renovated.

Xiao Tinghui seriously suspected that Qiao Yuening had been hit, jumped up from the bed, and came down to ask face to face while wearing slippers.

It's a pity that his mouthful of words disappeared when he saw Mo Xiaoxiao's busy figure in the kitchen, he stopped in embarrassment, and suppressed his own words 'I'm in love'.

Mo Xiaoxiao sneaked a glance back at him in his busy schedule, and saw that his hair was messed up and his clothes were buttoned wrongly, so he covered his mouth and snickered, "Are you fleeing famine?"

"Cough...you are busy, you are busy." Xiao Tinghui didn't hear what Mo Xiaoxiao was saying, hurriedly waved his hands, and exited the kitchen backwards.

Qiao Yuening leaned on the sofa to see Xiao Tinghui acting stupid, and when he came over, she gave him a caring and foolish look and said, "You plan to cook for me? Go to the kitchen as soon as you come."

"Who has that spare time to cook for you? You want to cook it yourself. Did I say your brain was caught by the computer? Why are you going crazy all day long." Without Mo Xiaoxiao watching from the side, Xiao Tinghui was merciless .

Qiao Yuening knew this was his reaction, and said calmly: "I'll decorate a study for myself, and install an air conditioner by the way, so that I won't catch a cold if I don't pay attention every day when I write until midnight. What are you thinking?"

Xiao Tinghui rolled his eyes, and didn't believe Qiao Yuening's words: "You are not stupid, you know how to write until you have a cold?"

Qiao Yuening, who was suffering from a cold, was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt her throat was itchy, and couldn't help coughing, and didn't want to talk to Xiao Tinghui, who had no eyesight.

Mo Xiaoxiao happened to come out with a bowl of noodles. When she heard Qiao Yuening's cough, she walked over anxiously and asked, "Why did you suddenly cough? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Is it because the medicine doesn't work? Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital later?" have a look?"

Before Xiao Tinghui had time to speak, Mo Xiaoxiao just asked a few questions, which made his brain foggy, and he regained consciousness after a while, looked at Qiao Yuening in surprise and said, "You have a cold?"

Qiao Yuening: "...I'm hungry."

Qiao Yuening ignored Xiao Tinghui, but looked at Mo Xiaoxiao.Mo Xiaoxiao saw that her face was rosy, she was standing upright, not as weak as she was lying on the bed in the morning, and the medicine would still be useful, so she relaxed a little and said, "Eat the noodles, I've cooked them."

Only then did Xiao Tinghui realize that something was wrong, his eyes turned back and forth between Mo Xiaoxiao and Qiao Yuening for a few times, only then did he realize that there was something different.

Qiao Yuening is used to taking everything on herself, and never shows her vulnerable side in front of others, let alone acting like a baby to anyone.Even in front of his little boy, he would carry as much as he could, and he would not make a sound if he couldn't bear it. If he was in a hurry, he would just say it's okay, and he would be so angry that he could kill him.

But just now her attitude towards Mo Xiaoxiao was not at all like a stubborn kind who would carry everything on her. Instead, she was a docile feline who acted like a baby, showing her softest side without hesitation.Her vigilance, her bravado, were completely defeated by Mo Xiaoxiao's tenderness and concern.

When a person has a psychological dependence on another person, and even wants to decorate her house, it is not as simple as wanting to be grateful.

What's more, Qiao Yuening has a sensual heart under her cold appearance, and Mo Xiaoxiao's casual gentleness can almost drown her in it.

Realizing the problem, Xiao Tinghui couldn't help frowning, clamoring in his heart that this is such a shitty thing, whether it can be cured.He has no objection to Qiao Yuening's falling in love. People in their twenties should have someone to accompany her romantically.But this person... No matter what, you have to choose carefully and think carefully, and you can't rush up on impulse.

Xiao Tinghui was going crazy, his mind was full of me.

Qiao Yuening sat at the dining table to eat noodles, and cast a casual look at Xiao Tinghui who was still struggling in the living room.

Mo Xiaoxiao brought out another bowl of noodles, she had already eaten at noon, this bowl was cooked for Xiao Tinghui.She looked up and saw Xiao Tinghui scratching his head in the living room, staring at him strangely for a while, and said to Qiao Yuening: "What's wrong with him?"

"Everyday is crazy, you just get used to it."

Mo Xiaoxiao smiled: "I asked him to come in and eat noodles."

Qiao Yuening thought about it, and felt that he should be left alone, as long as he starved to death.But when the words came to his lips, meeting Mo Xiaoxiao's smiling eyebrows, he swallowed them back consciously, turning into a vague "um."

The noodles that Mo Xiaoxiao cooked were very light, without chili peppers, chopped green onions floating on the soup, and vegetables nestled under the noodles.Because Qiao Yuening had a cold and couldn't eat eggs, she only put a fried egg in Xiao Tinghui's noodles.

Xiao Tinghui didn't expect that Mo Xiaoxiao cooked noodles for himself, and he didn't expect that he had one more egg than Qiao Yuening. When he turned the egg out of the noodles, he looked at Qiao Yuening provocatively.Qiao Yuening held the chopsticks in her hand, fought with him for a few rounds with her eyes, and then said in a calm manner: "After eating, wash the dishes."

Xiao Tinghui: "..." Washing the dishes after dinner doesn't seem so unacceptable.

Mo Xiaoxiao was accustomed to their way of getting along. During the break between the two of them eating, she sat alone on the sofa in the living room with the computer and finished the long commentary that she hadn't finished.

Xiao Tinghui glanced at Mo Xiaoxiao very carefully, and seeing that she really didn't pay attention to this side, he lowered his voice and spoke to Qiao Yuening in a very low voice.

"Qiao Qiao, this is not a joke, have you thought it through yourself?"

Qiao Yuening gave him a strange look, feeling baffled: "What are you thinking? Decorating the study room? Think it through, please help me get it done quickly."

"You know I'm not talking about this, are you really planning to chase her? Have you ever thought about what to do if she is not the same? Even if she is, do you know her family background? Do you think her family can Accept it? You can't be tempted just because of a little warmth, and you can't get out of the quagmire. "

Xiao Tinghui's expression was rare and serious, he and Qiao Yuening were the same, and there was nothing to hide from each other, and the family members knew that they played well.Counting them, they can be regarded as coming out publicly. Those who want to oppose and those who do not object at home have already united the front, and there is no such thing as a family burden.

It stands to reason that with their identities, even if they are the same, there is no shortage of boyfriends and girlfriends, but because of their personalities, they both respect relationships at a distance.The attitude of the two people is that they will not bend anyone who is straight, nor will they force anyone who has family burdens to elope with them.People are killed when things like feelings are impulsive, and they are also killed when they are calm.

When impulsive, the emotions are often intense, the brain is hot, and I feel that everything in the world is inferior to the relationship in front of me. I can go up and down for this relationship, and I will die.And when you are calm, your enthusiasm cools down, you want to think about more and more things, and you will even care about each other's gains and losses more and more, and you can't get back your original purity and impulsiveness.

The degree of emotional grinding is a soft knife, and it will not give you a clean and tidy pleasure.

Xiao Tinghui's question was serious, Qiao Yuening put down her chopsticks, stared at him seriously for a while, felt that the person in front of her was almost unfamiliar to her, so she whispered: "I thought you would raise your hands to support me."

"Raise your hands to support you jumping down the fire pit, your skin was scorched by the hot magma, and then you are reborn from the ashes, is it a hero?" Xiao Tinghui couldn't help rolling his eyes, feeling that he really agreed with both hands to be struck by lightning.

Qiao Yuening sighed, probably because of Mo Xiaoxiao's meekness, she has no intention of arguing with Xiao Tinghui until now, she still maintains her unhurried style, and said slowly: "I will ask you about the questions you have thought about." I have thought about it, so from the time you entered the door to now, have you heard me say a word about love? You didn’t ask anything, and you put the question on the love side first. I know you are doing it for my own good, and I thank you. "

Xiao Tinghui wanted to refute, but Qiao Yuening stopped him before he could speak.

Qiao Yuening looked in Mo Xiaoxiao's direction, her eyes were gentle for a moment, and then quickly faded: "I have passed the age where I can be impulsive for someone, just like you. If this was a few years ago, you must have wished for me Say it now. We are all growing up, although not in the way we want to be."

Xiao Tinghui hesitated: "Then can you let go?"

Qiao Yuening looked back at him, with inexplicable eyes again, and even a little smile: "I haven't reached out to hold it yet, what are you talking about letting go? I asked you to decorate my study, because I want to start writing a new article, it's so cold God, don't you know how to write the word "cold hands?"

Xiao Tinghui was stunned by the first half of Qiao Yuening's words, and after a pause for a few seconds, he said, "Okay, I'll help you design later."

Qiao Yuening nodded to thank him, and her eyes fell on Mo Xiaoxiao again.There is another reason she insisted on decorating the study that she didn't say, that is, Mo Xiaoxiao is a full-time coder like her, and she will write until midnight.She would catch a cold if she wasn't paying attention, let alone Mo Xiaoxiao?