planted in her hands

During the two days when I didn't see Meng Qingyao, I didn't have anything to do at all. Whenever I was free, I would think of Meng Qingyao and the many moments I spent with her.

Or the moment thinking of her makes my heart beat.

It may be that when the little eDonkey was riding, what I blew was the wind passing by her, and the wind passed her hair fragrance to the tip of my nose. When I sniffed it lightly, all I could see was her.

It may be that the colorful clouds in this area are very beautiful, coating her with a layer of soft light, so that when I look at her, I feel that she is not only flapping her eyelashes, but also flapping my heart.

I don't know when, I was expecting her to reply to my message, looking forward to seeing her appear from the stairs of "Seeing Qingshan", looking forward to having more purposeless contacts and contacts with her.

And these, I deliberately suppressed, I don't want to be noticed by her, and I don't want to be known by myself.

But after all, it still affected my progress of "Seizing Love".

Meng Qingyao is so kind, so good that sometimes I feel in a trance, feeling that I am really nothing.

Assuming that she likes me even if she is not straight, I feel even more ashamed. I came to contact her with the idea of ​​using her to get revenge on Yu Wenshan. She was a tool person from the beginning, even if this assumption ends in us being together , but will the love brought about by this kind of calculation make Meng Qingyao feel respected?

I don't know, I just know I'm mean.

The idea of ​​taking love with a sword was actually wrong from the very beginning, Meng Qingyao shouldn't be my tool to take revenge on Yu Wenshan.

Feelings should not be trampled on.

Thinking about this, I feel a little heavy, and I didn't turn on the lights when I got home.

The sky was gray after it rained, and the living room was very dark. I sat like this until it was dark. It was Yuan Ze who saved me from this state.

Yuan Ze sent another WeChat message: [Chi Xiaodu. 】

Yuan Ze: [I visited a crayfish shop today, it's delicious, when are you free?I'll take you to eat. 】

Yuan Ze: [I'm very good at peeling shrimp, I'll peel it for you when the time comes, you just eat it. 】

I pursed my lips and didn't know what to reply, because I had to realize that I was not mature at all. I sent Yuan Ze a friend request even if it was from a friend, knowing that I was attracted to Meng Qingyao. start.

But it really shouldn't have started.

So I stared at the news for a long time before moving my fingertips and tapping the input method.

Me: 【Sorry, Yuan Ze. 】

Me: [Actually, I have someone I am attracted to, I think we can only stay as friends. 】

Yuan Ze replied in seconds: [? 】

Yuan Ze: [Such a coincidence? 】

I:【? 】

Yuan rule: 【……………】

Yuan Ze: [Sorry, Chi Du, I have a sister I like, I don't think she likes me very much, just happened to see you, so I wanted to make her jealous. 】

I:【……】

The apologies I just made disappeared in an instant, at least I didn't intend to make Meng Qingyao jealous on purpose.

Because Meng Qingyao is not in love with me at all, hehe.

I can still "hey" come out.

I'm so nervous.

In the next second, Yuan Ze returned to me again: [Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow? 】

Me: [...Okay. 】

Then I started to listen to Yuan Ze's storytelling, during which I cut out several times, just to watch the chat dialog box with Meng Qingyao, but compared to Yuan Ze's crazy output, there was no movement at all on Meng Qingyao's side.

The contrast is too obvious.

Yuan Ze's message arrived again: [Ah!She is coming for me!She just called me! 】

Yuan Ze: [I went downstairs to see her, see you later. 】

Me: [...Okay. 】

I was relieved.

And just a few seconds after Yuan Ze's message, I also received a message from Meng Qingyao: 【Does it still hurt? 】

Help.

I'm really going crazy.

I swallowed my saliva, and then replied: 【It's not hurting anymore. It's not hurting anymore. 】

People who learn to paint: [When I was studying in the past, to be honest, a double negative means affirmative, and my classmates joked that double affirmative means negative. 】

The person who learned to paint: [I didn't think it before, but now I don't think it's impossible. 】

The person who learned to paint: [Is it really not hurting? 】

……I am silly.

That is to say, this person really has a set of rhetoric, but I am an honest person, so I can only sigh and stop talking nonsense: [Fake. 】

[But it doesn't hurt that much. 】

【what about others? 】

【What else? 】

【Do you have low back pain? 】

Yes, I've been sitting on the couch for too long.

But before I answered, Meng Qingyao's news came again: 【Have you had dinner yet? 】

I imitated her chat habits: 【. 】

Then she also: [. 】

I was silence instead of my answer, she was answer instead of silence.

After another two seconds, Meng Qingyao said again: [I just cooked some food, can I bring you some? 】

This is the meaning of Meng Qingyao coming to see me, right?

right!

Among other things, I want to see her, even though I'm in a somewhat dazed stage now, but since I can see her, I can't shrink back.

So ten minutes later, Meng Qingyao appeared at my door.

I have never been to the second floor of "Seeing Qingshan", and it was the first time she came up today.

The moment I opened the door, I stopped breathing.

She held the thermos bucket in her right hand and the handle of the "kitchen knife" in her left hand. When she saw me, she frowned again: "You don't look very good."

I touched my face: "Really?"

"Ah."

She blinked: "Do you need to change your shoes?"

I just got her slippers.

In the past ten minutes or so, I have cleaned up the living room, at least it doesn't look so messy.

She changed her shoes, and I lifted the thermos bucket to the dining table and put it down. Since I came here, I basically haven’t cooked at home. There was still some dust, but I wiped it off and put a pot of salt on it as a decoration.

It looks like the way I usually cook.

"I'll go in and get the bowls and chopsticks." I cough lightly.

Meng Qing shook his head: "Okay."

Since Meng Qingyao said that she had just cooked it, it meant that she hadn't eaten. I took two sets of bowls and chopsticks and left the kitchen. Meng Qingyao had already opened the thermos and took out the rice she had brought.

This thermos bucket is not small, and it holds a lot of things.

But what amazes me even more is Meng Qingyao's cooking skills.

How can she know everything.

There are four boxes in total. Except for a rice filled with rice, the other three dishes are beef brisket with potatoes, sweet and sour pork with pineapple and a stir-fried vegetable. Feel the color, fragrance and taste.

Meng Qingyao picked up the rice with chopsticks: "Eat some." She pursed her lower lip, "You haven't eaten much at noon, and you're not active in eating at night, do you want to have a hungry dream?"

I was blocked by her words and didn't know what to say.

At noon it was because of dysmenorrhea, and at night it was because of something on my mind, it was actually different, but I couldn't say it, so I had to put on a smile: "Sister Qingyao, now that you are here, I won't have hungry dreams."

When will I use the stalk of Hungry Dream?

Meng Qingyao didn't continue on this topic, she lifted her chin lightly: "Eat."

"Ok."

This dish is really good, and it's not too cold at all. I really didn't eat much today. Now I just picked up the chopsticks and it was like a storm. It didn't take long to finish the rice in the bowl and eat the vegetables. Quite a lot.

Compared to my voracious eating, Meng Qingyao is still very gentle, she is not in a hurry, I raised my eyes to sneak a few times.

Never tire of watching.

After dinner, Meng Qingyao took me a glass of warm water for me to drink, I wanted to clean up with her and refuse to let her go.

She washed the dishes and put away the thermos, then turned to look at me: "If it still hurts tomorrow, you must tell me." She paused, and the corners of her lips curled up, "Let's ask the boss for leave, don't worry about seeing me again." Come to me, I can bring you food."

I sniffed: "...Okay."

She walked up to me, holding the thermos bucket in her right hand, and explained slowly: "The main reason is that I read the weather forecast. It will start to rain again at one or two o'clock in the morning, and the temperature will be low tomorrow. , that would be even more troublesome.”

"If it's not raining and I'm not in such pain, can you come?" I opened my eyes wide.

Meng Qingyao nodded: "Yes."

I raised a smile: "Then I hope the weather forecast is inaccurate." I pursed my lower lip, "Seeing you all the time is different from seeing you for a short time."

"Okay." Meng Qing rolled her eyes.

"Then I'll take it to you."

"Where?"

"The neighborhood..."

"The elevator is fine." She interrupted me, "It's cold outside."

I'm fine: "Okay."

It was already dark, and the lights in the corridors outside were a bit dim. The elevators happened to be staggered with us, one went down and the other came up.

The atmosphere is a little quiet.

I tried to bring up the topic: "Sister Qingyao, I put your painting on the coffee table, did you see it?"

"Saw."

I looked at her profile: "What about my painting?"

Meng Qingyao turned her head, with a slight smile in her eyes: "It's on my bedside table." She paused, "The only place on the second floor is suitable."

I prolong the sound: "Oh..."

Meng Qingyao spoke again: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Ok?"

"Except for some extremely difficult ones, I can do everything else well. If you want to eat, you can tell me."

I scratched my hair: "Then I'll think about it."

I asked: "But my ten yuan lunch money is not enough..."

At this moment, the elevator opened with a "ding", and there was no one inside. Before Meng Qingyao raised her foot, she answered my question: "No need." She said, "You have already paid for the meal."

Hmmmm?when?

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I won’t update it during the day today, and the next update will be at ten o’clock on Sunday night. Although there are few people who read this book, I still want to save my thousand-character list