planted in her hands

Her voice was very low, drifting into my ears with the breeze, if it wasn't for the confirmation that it was her voice, I would have thought I had an auditory hallucination.

What still baffles me, though, is the content of the question.

She is so sensitive.

I looked at her side face, and said "um", "yes..."

"What are you searching for?" Meng Qingyao took off her hat and turned her head.

Her eyes look brighter now, but they are far away and I can't see myself.

She just looked at me with such calm eyes, which made my breathing easier, and when I thought of her indifference to me in the past three days, I felt as if something was stuck in my heart, making me a little I can't breathe.

"I..." I didn't want to look at her, lowered my eyelashes, and stared at the bait basin on the ground, "I just went to the doctor in a hurry, and I wanted to see if the constellation could be broken."

She asked: "Break what?"

"Why didn't you pay much attention to my question in the past three days?" My voice was a little low.

After saying this, maybe ten seconds later, I heard Meng Qingyao sigh, as if a little helpless: "I won't."

Ok?

I looked up and looked at her.

She still looked at me like that, but her eyes were softer, but there seemed to be some emotions that I couldn't understand, and she said, "I won't treat you like this again in the future."

"So why?" I desperately wanted to know the answer.

Meng Qingyao pursed her thin lips lightly, her expression was a little hesitant.

I thought about it, and tentatively asked, "Is it because I didn't reply to your message?"

"Huh?" Meng Qing shook her head, as if she was puzzled by my answer, "You've already explained it."

I pondered for a few seconds: "Is that because I drank alcohol?"

"...How come, you are an adult."

At this moment, the bell on the front of the fishing rod rang, and the fish was hooked. Meng Qingyao and I focused all our attention on it. Meng Qingyao observed the situation, and then pulled up the fishing rod neatly.

A crucian carp was hooked, it looked as big as my palm, not too small.

Fang Suyue glanced at this side: "Save this crucian carp for stewing soup, shake it lightly." She laughed twice, "I miss your crucian carp tofu soup."

Meng Qingyao took the fish: "You still miss the braised carp I made."

"Who made you so powerful?"

Meng Qingyao didn't respond to her anymore, she put the fish in the fish basket, squatted down on the bank and washed her hands, and then came back to continue hanging bait balls and throwing poles, but after such an interruption, the relationship between me and her The atmosphere in the room also dissipated cleanly.

And the answer I want to know is naturally gone.

The surface of the river was sparkling, and the leaves behind him made a soft "rustling" sound.

The fish took the bait one after another, and Meng Qingyao took them all.

I wanted to try it too, but she refused: "No."

She gave the reason: "If it is hooked again, it may not heal so quickly."

Fine.

I am an obedient little follower.

We didn’t stop fishing until the food in the camping was almost gone. We caught a total of twelve fish in the fishing basket, including two carp weighing about five catties, and the rest were all crucian carp. Was thrown in a bucket and put in the trunk.

On the way back, Meng Qingyao was still driving, but she talked a lot more.

"There are too many crucian carp, give Xiao Cai and the others a few." Meng Qingyao smiled, "By the way, let Xiao Cai kill the fish for us, he is also very good at killing fish."

Listening to the smile in her words, I also bent my lips.

And the one who went back to the alley to return the fishing gear with Meng Qingyao was naturally my little follower.

Xiao Cai's expression was both beautiful and ugly: "How could I be such a poor person, Sister Meng, I lent you the fishing gear and asked me to kill the fish."

"What's so pitiful?" Meng Qingyao said, "These crucian carp are so fat, how many do you choose?"

Xiao Cai looked at me again: "Xiao Chi, you judge."

"I'm sorry, Brother Cai." I made a regretful look, "I listen to Sister Qingyao."

Xiao Cai waved his hands exaggeratedly: "I shouldn't count on you, I might as well ask Xiao Li."

But Meng Qingyao is right, Xiao Cai is really good at killing fish, we followed him to the backstage, scraping fish scales and breaking fish belly was very smooth, without the slightest hesitation, his movements are very clean, just like those sold in the market Fish like those fishermen.

Meng Qingyao folded her arms at the side and spoke highly of it: "If Xiao Cai opens a shop that kills fish someday, I will come to patronize it."

Xiao Cai's hair has been dyed pink and is no longer colorful. He shook Fenfen's head: "Hurry up, you hate seeing Sister Meng."

Meng Qing shook her eyes, "Thank you."

I also yelled from the side: "Brother Cai, please."

"Come on, I hate seeing you too." Xiao Cai grinned.

I carried the bag and followed behind Meng Qingyao, and returned to "Seeing Qingshan".

We are still side by side, our shadows under the eaves are partly overlapped together, I took a few glances, then raised my eyes up again, and landed on Meng Qingyao's side face.

She seemed to be in a good mood, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"Look at me again." She didn't turn her head, and her voice ran into my ears.

I cleared my throat: "You didn't look at me, how do you know?"

"Shadow." Meng Qingyao looked at me as she spoke, "The shadow moved."

I:"……"

I really can't stand her observation, how meticulous it is.

When it came to "Seeing Qingshan", Meng Qingyao went into the backstage kitchen, I wanted to fight beside her, but she refused to let me play by myself.

Fine.

But I occasionally glimpsed her figure, feeling a little heavy.

Today is her birthday.

In my past birthday memories, I was basically very happy, but Meng Qingyao's was not like this. This kind of comparison made me speechless.

Fortunately, Meng Qingyao didn't seem to feel anything, her movements were very easy.

I breathed a sigh of relief, sat at the drawing table, and began to draw.

Fang Suyue said don't prepare a gift, but I'll draw a picture and give it to Meng Qingyao, no problem, right?

This time I took A4 paper, which was much larger than the ones she drew in the days when she was not there.

As for the content of the painting, I have also thought about it——

There are houses and buildings in Wicker Lane on both sides. I am sitting on the back seat of Meng Qingyao's little electric donkey, and the sky is full of moon and stars.

This painting is all based on the imagination and memories in my own mind. Fortunately, Xixi and Jiajia were not around, otherwise I would not be able to finish the painting so smoothly and quickly.

I first put this painting into the frame I bought in advance, and then hid it under the oil pastel box.

It happened that Fang Suyue went downstairs at this time, and I immediately stood up straight.

But Fang Suyue didn't notice me, her focus was all on the fragrance floating in the air.

Fang Suyue waved the cattail fan, looking leisurely, walked towards the kitchen: "Shake lightly, it smells so good."

"It's almost ready." I heard Meng Qingyao's voice.

Really fast.

In just five or six minutes, all the dishes were on the table.

Still five of us.

Meng Qingyao cooked five dishes, except for braised carp and crucian carp tofu soup, there was also a brightly colored braised pork, a potato ribs, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

Even though I have experienced her cooking skills, I still feel a little shocked when I look at these five dishes.

Xixi drank drinks with Jiajia's two younger sisters, and we three adults drank fruit wine.

The sky has not yet darkened, but there is only a piece of sky in the background, and the colorful clouds cannot be seen. Even so, the scenery is very pleasant.

Fang Suyue raised her wine glass and stood up.

She lowered her head, and looked at Meng Qingyao: "Qingyao, I'm really sorry for making you a big birthday person busy all afternoon."

"And then?" Meng Qingyao smiled.

I sat opposite her and looked at her, with the corners of my mouth raised.

"Then I decided." Fang Suyue pointed at Jiajia, "Let my daughter do the dishes."

Jiajia: "..."

"Hahaha."

We all laughed and clinked glasses together.

Everything is kept simple, and there are not so many rituals, including things like birthday wishes.

It was dark before a meal was too long.

What I drank was fruit wine, not strong enough, and I didn't feel dizzy at all, but Meng Qingyao seemed to react more, she would occasionally rub her temples, and by the end of the meal, she had closed her eyes and leaned back against the on the chair.

Fang Suyue took the opportunity to sneer: "I don't know what you do with plum wine for someone who would get drunk from drinking fruit wine."

"..." Meng Qingyao glanced at her, "It's not for you."

Fang Suyue snorted softly when she heard this, "I can't stand you."

Meng Qingyao raised her hand again, rubbed her temples, then sat up straight and looked at me.

Her eyes were not as clear as usual, but she was a little more charming overall.

My throat moved: "Sister Qingsha." I asked, "Shall I mix a glass of honey for you to hangover?"

"You think I'm drunk?" She raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head: "No."

Didn't drink much either.

Meng Qingyao supported the table and stood up, calling me: "Chidu."

"Ok?"

"You..." Her eyelashes fluttered, "Send me upstairs."

I got up immediately: "Okay."

Jiajia and Xixi had already gone to discuss the game, not here, I walked to Meng Qingyao's side, Fang Suyue waved her hand when she saw this: "Really, I have to be late to go upstairs."

Meng Qingyao said in a leisurely voice, "I'm drunk~~~"

"I believe in you asshole."

I said nothing.

Because I want to send Meng Qingyao upstairs, so it's not one front and one back, I have to support her at least, but when I passed by the inner room, I took the opportunity to get away and get the painting, so I continued to support Meng Qing shaking arms.

I looked serious, but my heartbeat couldn't be controlled again.

I haven't been to the second floor yet.

"Painting?" Meng Qingyao asked.

I followed her up the steps: "Yes."

"A gift?" she asked again.

"Yes." I breathed lightly, "Birthday gift."

Meng Qingyao chuckled twice: "Then I'm looking forward to it."

"Okay." Her smile made me feel like I was shocked.

The speaking room came to the second floor.

The front is the living room. In addition to the common furniture such as the sofa, coffee table and TV, there is also a spinning bike.

Meng Qingyao pointed to a door: "Here."

I bit the bullet and walked over.

This is Meng Qingyao's room, can someone like me who has other feelings for her really enter?

I was still hesitating in my heart, but my steps were uncontrollable, and I had already stepped in.

"..." I resigned myself to my fate.

I don't do anything anyway.

Meng Qingyao's bedroom space is similar to the one I live in now. As soon as you enter the door, there is a wardrobe, and on the right is a relatively large bed with minimalist black sheets. Next to the window to the right are desks and chairs.

I didn't dare to look too much, so I just stared in front of my eyes: "Sister Qingyao, do you want to sit on the bed or on the chair?"

Meng Qingyao's action gave me the answer, she sat directly on the bed, her upper body fell backwards, her slender legs were still hanging on the side of the bed, her feet touched the ground.

"Would you like some water?" I thought my concern was normal.

Meng Qingyao lifted her chin towards the door: "Close the door."

My breathing is lighter.

The door was closed by me with a "bang", and when I turned around, I saw Meng Qingyao looking at me with her head propped up.

Help.

My heart is about to jump out again.

I tried to stay calm: "I'll put the painting on the table."

"Okay." She nodded.

I walked to the table and breathed the fresh air from the window before I felt alive.

And the moment I put down the frame, Meng Qingyao called my name again: "Chidu."

"Huh?" I turned my head, trying to look normal.

I can't let Meng Qingyao discover my thoughts.

Meng Qingyao raised her brows: "Come here." She paused, lay flat, and gently lifted the hem of her clothes, "Didn't you want to touch the vest line?"

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