planted in her hands

I would like to call Meng Qingyao a "female Bodhisattva".

Not only did the fresh flower cakes taste delicious, but he also touched the vest line for me. Isn’t this a female Bodhisattva?

But it would be nice if only I had this treatment.

I'm not saying that flower cakes can't be distributed to others, but that it would be better if only I do the behavior of touching the vest line.

As soon as this idea came out, I couldn't help but sigh.

Possessiveness without qualifications, position, and status is ridiculous and pathetic. I am just one of so many people who like her, and it is still the same sentence, she is good to me because she is good.

She was really good, so good that when I got home from get off work and sat on the couch, it was hard to breathe just remembering what I had with her.

I like her, she doesn't like me.

She won't be with me.

This feeling is really helpless, but feelings cannot be solved with money.

I still ordered takeaway for dinner, and just after I finished eating, I received a WeChat voice message from my dad.

He and his mother got busy again after resting for two or three days. Now that he is in the capital, he doesn't know what to say when he sends me a WeChat message.

I click on the voice.

My dad: "Daughter, it will be your birthday soon, do you want to hold a birthday party for you?"

My dad: "You haven't done it for several years."

My dad: "If you want to do it, Dad will arrange it for you."

Birthday party, I recalled it, and it was true that the last time I held it was when I was there, and I never did it again. I just went shopping and had dinner together.

【Dad, next year. 】I called him back,【Next year is the year of birth. 】

My dad: "Okay."

My dad: "If you are short of money, you can tell Dad. Dad will bring you a gift this time."

I tapped the input method: [Okay, okay. 】

I am not short of money.

I love QAQ so much.

But my dad reminded me of this, because I don't even know when Meng Qingyao's birthday is.

It seems that I have to ask Fang Suyue.

I clicked on the chat box with the boss and sent her a message: [Boss, do you know when Sister Qingyao's birthday is? 】

Fang Suyue was playing cards, and the voice answered me, with "Santong" and "Liutiao" in the background.

She said, "Just the nearest."

She sent another message: "July 7, a few days away."

It's really not a few days, today is July 7th.

I took a breath: 【Okay. 】

Fang Suyue sent another message: "Xiao Chi, just to remind you, Qing Yao doesn't like birthdays, so don't prepare gifts, we'll just have a simple meal then."

【why? 】

"She said it was because when she was fat in the past, people always came to laugh at her, saying that you are so fat, why do you eat birthday cakes? After a long time, the number of times, she will not have a birthday, wait, seven Ten thousand, bar, come to ninety thousand, wow, haha, the bar is blooming!! Give me money, give me money!! Xiao Chi, that’s all it is anyway.”

【OK. 】

I don't know what to say.

Regarding Meng Qingyao's past, I know a little more than before, but I can't be happy, because those pasts are still unhappy for Meng Qingyao.

I pursed my lips, and clicked on the chat dialog with Meng Qingyao.

When I was in pain because of my aunt, she took good care of me. Now that she is sick, I should also greet her more.

I didn't hesitate: [Sister Qing Yao, how do you feel now? 】

Her fever had subsided in the afternoon, otherwise I would have stopped her from making flower cakes.

After almost 2 minutes, Meng Qingyao replied: [It's much better. 】

【Remember to drink plenty of hot water. 】I look like a straight man.

Meng Qingyao also felt the same way: [What a straight man. 】

【No, I'm not a man, you might as well say I'm a straight girl. 】

The kite flyer: [Well, straight girl. 】

no……

I'm not straight...

Why does it feel weird.

Meng Qingyao and I both refer to behavior, right?

Did she not misunderstand?

But what is there for her to misunderstand, she doesn't even know that I am crooked.

But Meng Qingyao is a straight daughter, I can be sure of this.

Originally, I thought there might be some exceptions, not necessarily straight girls would be so bold and unscrupulously seductive, until Fang Suyue told me the reason why Meng Qingyao came here, it was really a certainty, without the slightest doubt.

I changed the topic: [I hope your cold will get better soon, so that I can touch the vest line hehehe. 】

I also attach the little crocodile emoticon pack that Yuan Ze shared with me.

The kite flyer: [Okay. 】

The kite flyer: [I haven't seen you use this emoji before. 】

[Shared by my friend. 】

[This little crocodile has a lot of expression collections. 】

The kite flyer: [A friend who went to the bar with you? 】

【right. 】

The kite flyer: [Yes. 】

The kite flyer: [I'm going to bed first, good night. 】

Why so suddenly.

But maybe she was not feeling well, so thinking about it, I stopped struggling and said "good night".

However, the sudden interruption of the chat still made me a little unaccustomed. I was depressed for a while, then ate the flower cake again, and then went to take a bath.

It's just that I didn't expect to see Meng Qingyao the next day, her attitude was a little indifferent, and she didn't smile much.

I wanted to ask her what was wrong several times, but when I thought that people would have emotional changes when they were sick, I gave up the idea of ​​asking, and instead filled her with hot water silently, without disturbing her.

It lasted like this for three days, and it was Meng Qingyao's birthday.

It's closed again today.

Because Meng Qingyao's illness is almost healed, Fang Suyue said before that she would go fishing together, so the time was simply set for today.

The fishing gear was borrowed from Xiao Cai, a barber shop. One of his hobbies is fishing. We have all the equipment and put them in the trunk of the car.

This time, there were still five of us going, and my two younger sisters and I were still sitting in the back row.

Xixi's university admission letter has come down in the past two days. It is a university in Nancheng. The neighbors in the whole alley came to congratulate her family, including me. I even gave her a USB flash drive as a gift. I don't know what else to give.

On the way, when talking about the school entrance banquet, she sighed: "My dad won't be back until August, it's still a long time."

"Your father is busy." The only difference this time is that Fang Suyue is sitting in the co-pilot, and she said this, "It's late July, and it will be August in ten days, time is fast, Just brush it off."

Jiajia looked determined: "Sister Xixi, I want to go to the same university as you."

"Okay."

I kept cocking the corners of my mouth slightly, but didn't say much.

It wasn't just me who didn't say much, Meng Qingyao was also there.

Meng Qingyao was sitting in front of me and driving the car, I couldn't even see the back of her head, let alone her profile.

The chair separated me from her, but something was wrong again.

It's been three days, the change of Meng Qingyao's attitude towards me is definitely not just because of a cold, I'm not a fool, but what could it be?

I tossed and turned and didn't get an answer.

That's the record of the news that day, there's nothing to be picky about.

Is it because I didn't ask her to drink with her?

But she was on a business trip that day.

I couldn't figure it out, and finally saw it.

whatever she wants.

The scenery outside the window flew by, I looked away, and searched for the constellations resignedly.

I don't really believe in horoscopes, but Jiang Linyan believes more.

Judging from Meng Qingyao's birthday, Meng Qingyao is a Cancer.

According to the encyclopedia, Cancer is a water sign, so I can't help being emotional and have a strong memory. I was flipping through the content, and Xixi came over and said, "Sister Chi, are you looking at the constellation analysis?"

"Ah..." I smiled, "Just take a look."

"I have a recommended blogger." Xixi said an ID, "She is super accurate in analyzing constellations."

I clicked on Weibo and searched it in front of her: "Okay, I followed it."

Fang Suyue stroked her hair: "Capricorn men don't even talk about dogs."

"..." I suspect that her ex-husband is a Capricorn.

The topic of constellations started here, mainly because the three of them were chatting.

Meng Qingyao continued to be quiet, I read the blogger's analysis of Meng Qingyao, a Cancer, but I don't know much about Meng Qingyao, sometimes I really can't understand some content.

When I finished the second analysis, Meng Qingyao said: "It's here."

This is a village, not the Liziyuan last time.

"The river is ahead." Fang Suyue pointed in one direction, "It takes about ten minutes to walk there, pay attention to sun protection, and check whether you have brought toilet water, mosquito coils, etc."

Jiajia responded: "Take it."

I went to the trunk to get the fishing gear.

Meng Qingyao appeared next to me, still wearing the sun visor from last time, and took out all the fishing gear without expression, lifting one with both hands, and didn't leave it for me.

I couldn't help saying: "Sister Qing Yao."

She looked over at me.

I blinked: "Give me the fishing rod bag."

Where is the birthday star busy.

Meng Qingyao gave a "hmm", put the bag back into the trunk, turned around and left.

I lowered my eyes, picked up the fishing rod bag, closed the trunk again, and followed the big team.

This time Meng Qingyao didn't go with me, she walked in the front alone, but I was the one behind, separated by several meters.

"Sister Xiaochi, follow up." Jiajia waved at me.

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "OK."

After walking through the field ridges and through the forest, I arrived at the river.

The temperature is very high today. Fortunately, there is a place shaded by trees, so it doesn't make people feel hot, and I don't know if it's my illusion. I think the wind on the river will be cooler.

We also brought a folding stool, a tablecloth, and a food box.

Not exactly for fishing, but for camping.

Meng Qingyao seems to be a good fisherman, she took out the retractable fishing rod and put it away, then started to mix the bait, make a nest, and then put the fishing rod...

She really can do anything.

Fang Suyue played Glory of the King with her two younger sisters, and asked me to sit there too. I thought about it for two seconds, but didn't pass.

I took another plate of mosquito coils to Meng Qingyao's side and put it down, then set the small stool beside her and sat down.

"I also want to go fishing." I looked at Meng Qingyao's profile, "Sister Qingyao."

Meng Qingyao gave me a "hmm" and gave me a fishing rod.

Except for the small fishing games I played when I was a child, I have never really caught fish, but I have eaten a lot of fish. Some friends of my parents love to give fish during the New Year and holidays.

I followed her example and hung small bait balls on the hook.

However, I was really inexperienced. Not only was the bait ball not hung properly, but my index finger was hooked by the fishhook, which made me "ah" in pain.

The next moment, Meng Qingyao put down the pole, and leaned over nervously: "Let me check the injury."

I stared at her blankly.

She raised her eyes, her expression slightly restrained: "What's wrong?"

"I..." I shook my head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Fang Suyue was playing games in the back, and she didn't forget to care about me when she heard my cry: "Xiao Chi, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I was hooked by a fishhook."

"Be careful."

"I know."

Meng Qingyao's complexion has returned to calm, but she still asked me to show her the wound: "Where?"

I showed her the pulp of the index finger of my right hand: "You came too late, the wound has healed."

Meng Qingyao rolled her eyelids again and glanced at me.

"...there is really no trace." My voice became smaller and smaller.

Meng Qingyao lifted the brim of my hat a little more: "I'll hang it up."

"Ok."

How can this be refused.

Meng Qingyao hung up the bait ball for me, and taught me to cast the pole, and we began to wait for the fish to take the bait.

The breeze was blowing, and the smell of mosquito coils spread around.

After a while, I heard Meng Qingyao ask in a low voice: "Is it my Cancer?"

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