follow my heart

Meng Buqing rested her cheeks, and sent the screenshots to the small group for discussion with friends.It's a discussion, but it's just a few readers who praised Qi Min from various angles, and then started chatting.

. . . : [When I was wearing jeans today, I thought, it turns out that my pair of jeans are ripped, but only now did I realize, no, I tore them! ]

Mu Jiu: [Sitting in the coffee shop and eavesdropping on the female leader cursing, she seemed to see me listening, and then kept staring at me...she made it look like she was scolding me]

Mo Heng: [I can't swim, I can only float. ]

Several people are talking about each other.

The conversation didn't pick up at all.

Meng Buqing looked at the screen with a smile, and after a while, said that he was writing a long review for Qi Min.They all expressed their expectations.

She cut back to her memo, poring over clues.

Then it was integrated into a small composition of [-] words and published under the latest chapter.The title and beginning of the long review are also thoughtfully marked with caution to be spoiled.

After doing this, I looked up and saw that the living room was brightly lit.

It is noon.

Ji Wan sat quietly in the living room, with her back to the balcony, and behind her were half-drawn curtains.She tapped the keyboard intently, her expression sometimes soft and sometimes focused.

The thick long eyelashes are like a row of small fans, half covering the slightly drooping peach blossom eyes, in the dark place, the light of the screen is shining.The straight nose looks like a jade carving, and the soft lips are more delicate than flowers.

The light gray curtains on the balcony are not so thick, and the whole piece is slightly lit.

It's like lining her up specially.

Meng Buqing lightly jumped back to her small study, and took out a big box from a drawer.Then he went back to the living room with the box in his arms.

She sat next to Ji Wan, the place where the light fell.

He smiled and said, "I'm basking in the sun."

She was in a very calm mood at the moment, and the strange influence of the dream in the morning quietly dissipated.

Knowing that she really likes Ji Wan.After all, Ji Wan's beauty is as vibrant as an arc of fire, it's hard not to notice.The personality looks cold, but in fact, he will often help her.

All kinds of contrasts can't make people indifferent.

If you like it, you like it.

Don't have any delusions that you shouldn't have.

Meng Buqing had never been in a relationship before, and she was tempted at the beginning, without any vigilant thoughts.She goes with the flow, and likes to take out the handmade box and stay by her side to do it.

Ji Wan stared at the things she took out of the box, sized them up for a while, and asked earnestly, "Is this something you picked up from the trash can?"

Meng Buqing: "..."

The box contained the miniature Christmas huts she tried to put together before Christmas.The two boards of the house were spliced ​​wrongly, and they were broken off halfway and reinstalled, but they were not quite right and neat.It looked tattered and crooked.

Like a dilapidated building awaiting demolition.

The mini Christmas tree also collapsed.

"What do you know?" Meng Buqing took out a new mini house suit from the box and muttered to himself, "Failure is the mother of success. If you do it again, you will definitely look good."

She seldom does handwork, and in her impression, putting things together with glue is something that only kindergarteners can do.

At that time, I saw that in Qi Min's super talk, many girls painted their own Christmas trees, or bought large Christmas trees and decorated them beautifully.They all took pictures and wished everyone a Merry Christmas.

Meng Buqing's painting skills are extremely low, and he doesn't want to build a big tree to go home and collect dust to take up space.So bought a mini Christmas house online and wanted to join in the fun.

As a result, it broke once.

I bought it again, and I am not in the mood to continue.

So I dragged it out until today.

Ji Wan closed the laptop, and stared at her handicapped hut with interest: "You can do it like this, in a sense, you are pretty good."

If it were the usual Meng Buqing, he must have become fierce from embarrassment.

Today I just muttered: "Tch, come here if you have the ability, can you make one for me to see?"

Ji Wan picked up the instruction booklet and casually flipped through it.

Then, he took the tool from Meng Buqing's hand.It's like getting started.

Meng Buqing didn't snatch it back either.

I don't mind, I'm in a good mood today anyway.

She was beside her, and said casually: "Don't think it's very simple, it's actually very difficult to make. The glue is not easy to control the amount, and it will leave obvious marks after it is applied wrongly. It is very difficult to do."

"I don't even know how to use alcohol glue. If I give you a [-], your mouth will be stained." Ji Wan smiled faintly, and reached for the Christmas tree, "Don't tell me what's difficult, not everyone has the talent to understand. "

Meng Buqing opened his mouth wide and said pitifully, "Wow, you don't have to be so sarcastic! You can make a beautiful one for me! I don't think you can do it either!"

"Want to bet?"

"Gamble, just bet—" Thinking of the Go incident last time, Meng Buqing braked suddenly, made a sharp turn and said softly, "There's no need to bet."

Ji Wan bent her lips and laughed out loud.

She lowered her head, squeezed the glue on the ribbon first, then wrapped the soft steel wire wrapped in the ribbon around the tree, and pressed it gently with one hand.Alcohol glue sticks firmly to the pine needles of the Christmas tree.

After wrapping two rounds of ribbons, the simple Christmas tree suddenly became delicate and lovely.

Meng Buqing stared at her white and slender fingers, steady and neat.No wonder she didn't get her hands covered in glue.

Quickly, put the Christmas tree aside.Ji Wan pieced together miniature tables and chairs according to the instructions, then built the bed, threaded embroidery needles, and sewed out miniature bedding.

Meng Buqing watched silently, pretending to be calm.

In fact, I crazily complained in my heart: Why is this woman who can't even cook so virtuous? She can even thread a needle. Is this really a scientific thing? ? ?

With fewer and fewer materials on the table, the Christmas hut in front of me is gradually enriched.

The manual turned to the last page.

Ji Wan folded a thin piece of paper the size of a fingernail with tweezers a few times, glued it together and made it look like a gift.Tuck it under that Christmas tree for finishing touches.

"Can you praise me?"

"..."

No response was heard.Ji Wan raised her head and looked at her with a smile in her eyes, "You look stupid?"

Meng Buqing paused, and said with a very stiff expression: "How can someone do it successfully at the first time. How can you be so perfect." She puffed up her cheeks and poked the mini gift carefully.

Really fine.

For her, let alone folding, it would not be easy to cut out the whole piece of paper.

Ji Wan tilted her face and smiled, "Is it difficult? I don't think it is difficult."

Meng Buqing: "..."

Meng Buqing pursed her lips, and quickly stuffed the rags she had made into a bag, ready to throw them into the trash can downstairs.Then he solemnly picked up the one made by Ji Wan and put it in a dustproof box.

Then put it in the big box.

She was about to carry her away when she remembered that she could only dance now.This bouncing and bouncing can't ruin the baby.

"Help me take it in." Meng Buqing sat down again and ordered Ji Wan, "Just put it on the table in my study."

Ji Wan asked with a smile: "What about the hard work?"

"Then it takes a lot of hard work to run errands for a few steps?"

Ji Wan raised her eyebrows, put her hand on the box, "It's for this house."

Meng Buqing thought for a few seconds, then said compromised, "I owe you."

"Okay." Ji Wan stood up, with a smile on her lips, and said very seriously, "I promise you."

A slightly lowered voice.

Listening, Meng Buqing's heart beat half a beat faster.

—

night.

Ji Wan finished all the work, clicked on Weibo, and refreshed the homepage to see if there was any news.

She remembered the brand new poster sent to her by the editor of the publishing house in the afternoon.

She clicked into her super chat and opened a post to post the picture of the poster to promote it.By the way, flip through the readers' posts.

Quickly slide to one:

Gentleman is not good: [Although Christmas has passed for a long time, I still make up a small Christmas house I made with my own hands. I wish my family Qi Wenwen happy every day~]

The picture shows the handmade Christmas hut she made at noon.

Ji Wan raised her eyebrows, and looked at her copywriting words: I made a Christmas hut with my own hands.

I made it myself...

I……

Ji Wan raised her hand and pressed the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fine.

—

Fast forward to Friday.After Meng Buqingwei injured her foot, it was difficult for her to walk. She was bored at home, so she just took out her books and studied hard for a few days.

It's finally back to normal now.

She was finally able to go out to get some fresh air, turned on her cell phone, and happily thought about who to ask where.

A calendar reminder pops up suddenly: [Grandpa’s birthday on the weekend]

My uncle told her about this important event last month, and urged her in every possible way to make time for it.Many relatives from the grandparents' side will be present, and two large boxes have been reserved in a high-end hotel in the city center.

Even mom and uncle will fly back from abroad.

Meng Buqing lowered his head and stared at his feet in despair. His fully recovered ankle was fine.

Lamenting why this sprain couldn't appear later!

The light outside the window is bright, and unknown small blue flowers are blooming wildly in the grass, and the birds are chirping, making it a warm spring day.

Meng Buqing paced in the living room for a while.

She dug out all the slips she had brought back from the hospital before, thinking about the date on them.Can you tamper with it and use it as a legitimate reason not to go.

Take a picture and send it to Zuo Xiaoyun asking: "Can you change the above time to tomorrow?"

Zuo Xiaoyun quickly replied: "Of course, it's just that my skills are not good enough. You have to find someone more professional."

Another new message popped up.

Uncle: [Don't forget that this Sunday is Grandpa's birthday. ]

Meng Buqing took a deep breath and then held it, typing: [My sprained ankle]

Haven't had time to finish it yet.

Uncle: [Even if you have a fever and sprained your ankle, you have to come for the make-up exam. If you are hospitalized, your mother and I will come to see you. ]

Meng Buqing: "..."

Her movements were predicted to death.

Not far away, Ji Wan was sitting drinking tea while watching her scratching her ears and circling around like she was looking for her tail.

After looking at it leisurely for a long time, I asked aloud, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Meng Buqing walked over quickly and sat down suddenly, her dark eyes were full of anxiety and depression, "My grandfather's 80th birthday is on Sunday, so I have to go too."

Ji Wan held the cup: "Don't you want to go?"

"Of course I don't want to go. The relatives over there are all very troublesome, and they are all the type who have complicated thoughts and hidden words. A meal can make a whole Gongdou drama."

Ji Wan was about to speak.

Meng Buqing said smoothly, "It may take someone like you who hides a knife in a smile to cope with it."

There was a few seconds of silence.

"So you always thought," Ji Wan looked at her coldly, "I'm a person who hides a knife in his smile?"

"..."

Meng Buqing swallowed, quickly lowered her eyes, and explained in a low voice: "In my heart, this is a very powerful word."

Ji Wan still looked at her coldly.

"What do you think?" Meng Buqing smiled flatteringly and asked humbly for advice, "What gift should I bring there? He doesn't like the clothes on the market, eats a lot of taboos, and has massages and health care. "

Ji Wan: "Gold bars, coins, and banknotes."

Meng Buqing: "..."

Meng Buqing: "Can you not be too vulgar and exposed, have value, but also have practical things?"

Ji Wan: "Game notebook, game console, game disc."

"..."

After a pause, Meng Buqing was furious: "You know it's my grandfather, an 80-year-old old man, celebrating his birthday!!!"

Ji Wan put down the teacup slowly, and glanced at her: "So you mean, after reaching the age of 80, people are no longer qualified to enjoy entertainment and games?"

"..."

Meng Buqing felt that she was holding a grudge, because he accidentally said that she had hidden a knife in her smile.

So now try to come up with bad ideas.

Meng Buqing softened his temper and said pitifully, "You should think about it for me."

Ji Wan's lips moved a little, but she didn't speak.

Meng Buqing puffed up and continued to beg: "Is it okay?"

"..."

After a pause for a few seconds, the corners of Ji Wan's lips raised, and she said helplessly, "Since I want you to think about it for you, I must first talk about his usual hobbies."

"He's just..." Meng Buqing thought hard, "A gloomy old man who usually likes to stay behind closed doors."

Ji Wan said leisurely: "That's still a game console."

Meng Buqing: "..."

She scratched her hair annoyedly and said, "Anyway, he doesn't like the rags my dad collects. He doesn't like my dad. Maybe he likes to drink tea? I don't know, but I remember drinking it often."

"It's easy to drink tea," Ji Wan nodded upon hearing this, "I happen to have a set of good tea as a gift, and I'll bring them to you later."

Meng Buqing's eyes lit up, and he said, "How much is that? It's best not to exceed my budget too much, I'm not that close to him."

Ji Wan smiled: "I can tell."

She said: "It was given by the company during the holidays. I have a lot of tea on hand, and it has been left unopened. I don't charge you for borrowing flowers to present Buddha."

Meng Buqing thought that the tea she usually drank casually was a good thing worth several thousand yuan a catty. It was probably because the quality of the tea issued by her unit was not very good, so she never drank it.

That being the case, it's just right to bring it to yourself as a gift.

She shook her hand with a smile on her face: "Thank you, you are the best."

"I'm not good," Ji Wan watched her movements with downcast eyes, and said word by word, "I hide a knife in my smile."

Meng Buqing: "..."

She lowered her head a little.

It's over, it's over, this woman is quite vengeful!