planted in her hands

My breath was lifted a bit.

Jiajia washed her hands and walked in front of Meng Qingyao: "Sister Qingyao, have you had dinner yet?"

"I don't have much appetite." I heard Meng Qingyao's voice.

Jiajia frowned: "It can't be like this. People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. You didn't eat in the morning and you didn't eat at noon..."

"For a while." Meng Qingyao raised her hand and rubbed Jiajia's head, "I'll eat in a while."

Jiajia laughed: "Okay!" She pointed to the upstairs, "Then I'm going upstairs."

"Go."

Jiajia also said to me and went up the stairs.

The stairs are made of wood, and the sound of "dong dong dong" is very loud, and Jiajia's figure quickly disappeared.

It's just me and Meng Qingyao on the first floor.

I had a lot of thoughts, but in the end I still felt that I should care about it, so that Meng Qingyao wouldn't see the difference.

"Sister Qingyao." I exhaled, walked up to her, and smiled.

Meng Qingyao nodded her head again, and she asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

My excuse for leaving the bar last night was that I was uncomfortable.

"No, it's much better after a good night's sleep, but you, why did you drink yourself like this." I still frowned, although I couldn't see my own expression, but I knew it must be full of concern.

I care about Meng Qingyao, how normal.

Meng Qingyao poured water for herself, leaving only a silhouette of me, her tone was a little light: "It's been a long time since I drank with Xiaoying, so I had a good time."

"Xiao Ying?" I blinked, "Will you be clear, boss?"

"Correct."

Holding the glass, Meng Qingyao started another topic: "What about you? Why are you here? Didn't you ask for leave?"

"I'll eat after dinner and take a walk."

"Where's Xiao Jiang Xiaoyuan?"

"They have gone back, and they have to go to work tomorrow. They are not as leisurely as I am."

Meng Qingyao: "Yes."

She drank half a glass of water, but she still looked haggard and lacked energy.

I licked my lower lip, and asked hesitantly: "Then sister Qing Yao, what do you plan to have for dinner? Do you want me to buy it for you?"

Meng Qingyao looked at me, her lips parted slightly: "No need."

She paused, and added: "You go home and rest, I will solve it by myself in a while."

"……it is good."

I put on a smile: "Then sister Qing Yao will see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Meng Qingyao answered quickly.

I was taken aback: "Huh?"

Meng Qingyao put the cup on the table: "I'm going to work in the city tomorrow, I don't know when I'll be back."

"Okay." I hesitated to answer, "Then pay attention to your body."

"Ah."

It was only after I came out of "Seeing the Green Mountains" that my chest tightness got better, and the atmosphere inside just now made me unable to breathe again.

But only a few.

I don't know if it's because Meng Qingyao is uncomfortable, her attitude towards me is very different from before, oh no, it's the same, before her birthday a few days ago, she also treated me a little coldly.

Oh yes.

On her birthday fishing day, she said she would never do this to me again.

So what is it now?

My lips were unconsciously pursed tightly, and my feet seemed to be nailed together. I couldn't move forward or backward, so I was forced to stand where I was.

Maybe it was because Meng Qingyao was uncomfortable, so she didn't intend to do this.

She's not one to keep her mouth shut.

But I still feel a little uncomfortable.

The sky has not completely darkened, and the colorful clouds in the sky are still there, but now I have no intention of admiring them, so I walk forward.

Xixi and her grandma are lying on the side of the street.

Seeing me, Xixi greeted me again: "Sister Xiaochi."

I nodded to her, turned a corner, and walked over: "Grandma is good."

I have been here for more than a month, and I have learned some simple sign language. There is no problem with my daily communication with my grandma. I greeted her with sign language and asked her if she was happy today. She smiled and wrinkled, and replied. I sign language.

Xixi added from the side, her eyebrows curved: "Because my father will be back soon."

"August?" I remember this time.

"It's ahead of schedule." Xixi stuck out her tongue, "Next Friday."

"When is the school entrance banquet?"

"Next Saturday, Miss Chi, you must come. We will set up a table in the alley then, it will be very lively."

"Of course I'm coming."

I have also held a school entrance banquet, and there have been several since I was a child.

From kindergarten to elementary school, junior high school, junior high school, and finally admitted to university, my parents have been arranging for me, and since I can remember, almost every time there is a lot of ostentation, sometimes in resorts, sometimes It is a five-star hotel.

This is the first time I have participated in what Xixi described, and I just need to think about it, and I will feel that there is a lot of atmosphere.

This is one of the reasons why I can't give up this side immediately.

And since I knew Meng Qingyao would not be there the next day, I wasn't surprised that I didn't see her when I entered the store, but I wasn't the only one busy, Fang Qiyue also came down soon, she was always smiling, Looks like no worries.

"Xiao Chi, good morning."

"Good morning, sister Qiyue."

She poured lotus root noodles for herself: "Qing Yao is not here today, I'm still not used to it." She stirred the lotus root noodles, "What about you? Are you also not used to it?"

I smiled: "Yes."

Fang Qiyue and Meng Qingyao are about the same age, they have more topics in common than I do, not to mention they have known each other longer than me, so their relationship is better, otherwise Meng Qingyao wouldn't be driving to pick her up early in the morning.

So I can't show any strangeness in front of Fang Qiyue.

Fang Qiyue teased her big waves, her smile was still bright: "It's fine without her, I'm tired of seeing her."

... You haven't been here for a few days.

This is a joking tone, and it's not convenient for me to answer anything. After wiping the table, I washed my hands again, and then sat down and waited for the guests to arrive.

The store was closed yesterday, and I don't know if there are any empty customers.

Not long after, the man who delivered the flowers came again. What he was holding today was a bunch of blue hydrangea with a few white eustomas inside. The flowers were very beautiful.

Among other things, he is good at sending flowers aesthetically.

"Is Miss Meng not here?" He asked.

Fang Qiyue replied: "Not here."

"Okay." He seemed to be used to it, "Thank you for letting me know."

I:"……"

But as soon as I turned my head, I could see Fang Qiyue's cold face, she frowned: "Don't come here again."

The man laughed: "Why?"

"Qing Yao won't promise you."

"You are not Miss Meng."

Fang Qiyue laughed angrily directly: "Some people look like dogs on the surface, but in fact they are so heartless."

The man's face was also pulled down, and I was a little confused in the middle.

What's the situation?

Isn't this man a normal pursuit?

Except sometimes it's a bit greasy, but other times it's okay?

Fang Qiyue's answer solved my doubts: "Xiao Chi, you don't know, right? He didn't pursue Qing Yao because he likes Qing Yao, but because he thinks Qing Yao is good in every way, and he wants to get Qing Yao into a fake marriage. He doesn't like women, so you can understand?"

"Miss." The man's attitude recovered a bit, he looked very gentle and not so angry, "Miss Meng is the ideal wife in the eyes of many people, and she doesn't want to get married, but I think she also needs to take care of the family, So I don't think there's anything wrong with my suggestion."

Isn't it a problem to pull people together to cheat marriage?

I frowned when I heard that, and seeing his appearance now, I just feel a little disgusted.

No wonder he was never angry, he seemed to have a good temper, and he had such thoughts behind his back.

"Fuck your father." Fang Qiyue threw the flowers over, "Hurry up, don't let me see you again."

He picked up the flowers and sighed: "I'm not pitiful, the flowers are pitiful, don't lose them." He grinned at me again as he spoke, "I'm sorry, Miss Chi, for letting you see this scene."

I:"……"

I couldn't help it: "Don't talk to me, I'm a little sick."

I also like the same sex, I don't think there is anything wrong with liking the same sex, but I can't accept the fraudulent marriage, let alone Meng Qingyao who he wants to attract to the fraudulent marriage.

He shrugged his shoulders, smiled indifferently, took the flowers and left, humming a song before leaving, as if he didn't care.

Fang Qiyue held her forehead, and still didn't forget to spit: "What a fucking shameless."

I also followed suit: "It's very shameless, and it's very bad and vicious."

"He has been here for several months." Fang Qiyue returned to her seat, "He has been eyeing Qing Yao from the very beginning, but how could Qing Yao agree to him? He comes every day and looks very polite He's very personable, and he's actually been watching all the time, and whenever the shake shows signs of letting go, he'll come and ask if he wants to get married, how annoying."

I was silent.

I thought he did this because he really liked Meng Qingyao.

Maybe it was because my emotions were too obvious, Fang Qiyue sighed: "Xiao Chi, don't give him a good look when you see him in the future, this person is like a dog's skin plaster."

"Okay." I nodded.

There was only this small disturbance in the morning, and the rest has been calm, but due to Meng Qingyao's absence, I feel that a lot is missing.

Fang Qiyue is good at chatting, and Suyue Fang is also there, so I have the illusion that I am listening to a cross talk session.

Still boring though.

I was bored so I clicked on Weibo. I wanted to see if there were any interesting and funny things, but after browsing for a while, I saw a post forwarded by a college classmate.

It was a set of photos of Hanfu, nine in total.

Nine pictures, three backgrounds, and three sets of Hanfu.

In the background of the forest, the model in the picture is wearing a set of gradient blue Hanfu. She has a high ponytail and a black mask. She looks very neat at first glance, coupled with her tall and straight figure, and her With a sword in his hand, he seemed to see an ancient heroine.

In the background of the beach, she put on an ice crystal mask again, the Hanfu was also changed to light blue, and her hairstyle was also very gentle. She stood barefoot on the beach, even if she couldn't see her expression, she could feel it. her loneliness.

In the background of the flower field, she is wearing a red Hanfu, and the mask is more distinctive. It is a fiery red fox mask, which seems to be integrated with her. She is standing among the flowers and looking up at the camera. , like capturing a really cunning fox.

The three groups of photos are different, but the feeling brought by each group of models is very different.

My college classmates still screamed "Aww" in the forwarding posts, saying that she wanted to join all three sets, and also praised the model sister by the way. Although she was shameless, she made these three sets of photos come alive.

But I know that this model sister is Meng Qingyao.

I like Meng Qingyao, I recognize her eyes, and this Hanfu studio is still in Haicheng.

Didn't Meng Qingyao go to Haicheng for a business trip last time?

I clicked on the Weibo of this Hanfu studio, and luckily, they just posted a post about asking models in the comment area: [Answer to everyone’s questions: The model sister is a friend of our boss, and she came here on a business trip a while ago Bian Shun assisted in the filming, and there may be cooperation in the future~]

It is 100% sure that it is Meng Qingyao.

Really good.

These nine photos can explain my thoughts.

I saved them all in the photo album, and then turned to the photos of Yijian and Meng Qingyao that day before. At that time, I didn't have any other thoughts about Meng Qingyao. The most I was by her side was because I was afraid that she would know my thoughts. impure.

Now my mind is still impure, but it has changed in quality, and I am even more afraid.

I am good at cooking.

If only I could tell her straight up what I like and miss about her.

Unfortunately I can't.

In Meng Qingyao's eyes, I am her younger sister, and Meng Qingyao has someone she likes in her heart. I think my confession will become a kind of trouble to her.

What's going on, I haven't reached my zodiac year, and some relationships are not going well.

In the past, Yu Wenshan didn't respect me, and later, I liked straight girls. How could it be so difficult?

And what I didn't expect was that Meng Qingyao didn't just stay in the city for one day this time. After I got home at night, I received a message from her.

The kite flyer: [I also asked for tomorrow's leave. 】

Looking across the screen, I feel the tone of this passage is very blunt.

I lowered my eyes, said "oh" on the phone, and then typed a reply: [Pay attention to rest, shake my sister gently. 】

【Um. 】

But there was a system reminder that she withdrew the message last night, it just stood there, disturbing my mind.

I thought for a while, and then asked again: [I was already asleep at that time last night, sister Qing Yao, what did you withdraw? 】

Meng Qingyao replied in seconds: 【Nothing. 】

She said again: [I drank too much, I sent it wrong. 】

Sure enough, it was a wrong post, I pulled the corner of my lips, feeling a little bitter in my heart.

I originally reported a little bit of hope, thinking that her voice was going to be sent to me, but now this little hope has been shattered.

I'm good. 】

I originally thought that my chat with Meng Qingyao was over, but a few minutes later, she sent me another message: 【Sorry. 】

Ok?

[Why are you sorry? 】

[I clearly said that I would not treat you like that, but yesterday I treated you like this again. 】

So it's not that it's uncomfortable.

Extremely aggrieved, he immediately hugged me, making the tip of my nose sour, and the tears in my eye sockets took a ready position, just waiting for me to blink so that they could sprint directly.

The kite-flying man: [It's none of your business, Chi Du, it's something else that affected me. 】

The kite flyer: [As compensation, I will come back tomorrow to bring you a gift? 】

I don't want gifts, and I don't want gifts.

I just want to see her.

I endured the turbulent tears, but my eyes were still blurred, I wiped away the tears before continuing to reply: [Not good. 】

The kite flyer: [Then what should we do? 】

Maybe it was because I was really in a good mood, so I hesitated for a few seconds before calling her.

Meng Qingyao answered very quickly, as soon as she said "Hello?", I cried even harder.

Help.

Why didn't I know that I was a crying bag before.

Meng Qingyao's voice sounded very nervous: "Why are you crying?"

"You..." I cried very ugly, but fortunately Meng Qingyao can't see it now, "You won't come back today if you don't come back, but why, why do you say 'see you tomorrow', there are so many tomorrows, I'm afraid I'll never see you."

"It was because my tone was wrong and I said the wrong thing." Meng Qingyao's voice was soft, and she coaxed me patiently, "I will retract my sentence and replace it with 'see you tomorrow', okay?"

I lowered my head, and my voice was muffled: "Okay..."

Why did I cry like this again? I thought about it for a while. It was probably because Meng Qingyao ignored me for several days last time, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. Her apology to me now is another opportunity to let me The emotions are vented like this.

Meng Qingyao's voice was still piercing into my ears: "My friend has something to do temporarily, she has a business to discuss, that's why I came back, and the customer will leave tomorrow morning." She pondered for two seconds, "Wait for them Let's go, I'll come back and apologize to you in person, okay?"

"I don't want your apology." I sniffed.

"Then what do you want?"

I sniffed again, and tried my best to speak clearly: "I want you back."

After a few seconds, Meng Qingyao's answer came down: "Okay."

"Then I'm going to eat." I didn't want to continue to lose face, "Goodbye, sister Qing Yao."

"Goodbye."

When the phone was hung up, I coughed heavily several times, and then fell down on the sofa, and the words I just said were automatically played back in my mind.

At once……

I really want to drill the ground.

I touched my own face, went to the bathroom, turned on the light and looked in the mirror, I didn't know what to say.

There is a madman in the mirror.

The madman looked in the mirror and slowly grinned again.

Nothing is as good as Meng Qingyao coming back.

But what I didn't expect was that Meng Qingyao came back, and it turned out that it would be four or ten minutes later, not tomorrow.

The moment I opened the door and saw her face, I froze on the spot.

She was wearing a white shirt and trousers, an elite outfit I had seen before, and even this time she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, adding a bit of stability and maturity.

"Come back sooner, more sincerity." That's what Meng Qingyao said.

I can't seem to speak.

She took off her glasses and pinched them on her fingertips: "Don't you recognize me when you wear them?"

My breath was suffocated: "No..." I asked, "Aren't you busy?"

"The guest suddenly came in a hurry, and the person left first, so there is no need to deliver it tomorrow." Meng Qing shook her brows, "What about you? Just let me stand at the door?"

I quickly invited: "No, no, come in quickly, sister Qing Yao."

This is the second time Meng Qingyao has come to my house, I quietly glanced around a few times with my eyes, and after finding out that it wasn't too messy, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The flowers on the balcony are all withered, and I haven't brought back the flowers that man sent me recently, let alone in the future.

I chose to start a random topic: "This Saturday night is Xixi's school entrance banquet. Sister Qingyao, have you ever attended a similar one before?"

"Yes, I have."

Meng Qingyao sat down on the sofa, and I poured water for her, her voice sounded behind me: "Two years ago, Sister Dai's son was admitted to university, and this is also the entrance feast."

I walked towards her with a water glass: "Is that fun?"

"It's not bad." Meng Qingyao's eyes fell on me, which made me a little nervous, "Every household will set up a table and set it up as a long table, and they will invite chefs from nearby restaurants to cook."

I sat down on the sofa next to me: "That's it." I rolled my eyes, "Sounds like fun."

"Ah."

The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward. I don't know what Meng Qingyao was thinking. Anyway, I was recalling my tears when I was on the phone with her. If the time could be restarted, I wouldn't cry like that again .

As soon as I thought about it, Meng Qingyao called me: "Chi Du."

"What's wrong?" I looked at her.

It's getting dark now, and it's pitch black outside, but I turned on the light in my living room very brightly, so I can see the other person's face clearly.

Meng Qingyao's tone was somewhat helpless: "You haven't said that you didn't forgive me."

I was stunned: "But I don't need to shake your apology, sister, and you are not back now?" I said, "What's more, you didn't do anything wrong. I can understand when a person has emotions. Ups and downs, it's normal for you to be in a bad mood and don't want to talk to me, I will also have this..."

"I said something wrong." Meng Qingyao cut off my speech.

She added: "I shouldn't have said that 'see you tomorrow', should I?"

"..." I wanted to hide myself.

However, under this kind of light, I had nothing to hide, so I could only bite the bullet and meet Meng Qingyao's gaze, and continued: "But you have come back, I saw you, so there is no forgiveness." It’s a question of not forgiving, yesterday’s tomorrow is today, and today, at this very moment, I have already seen you.”

As soon as I finished saying this, Meng Qingyao stood up.

I watched her walk up to me.

I watched her bend over in front of me.

I watched her hair fall freely.

Meng Qingyao's delicate eyebrows and eyes, she just looked at me quietly like this, after several seconds, her lips moved: "But I don't think it's real." Her eyelashes fluttered, "You touch me. "

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