Open book is beneficial

After returning to the city from the airport, the three of them went to a famous local German pork knuckle shop and ordered two signature pork knuckles and a plate of salad.When two giant trotters with large knives were brought to the table, Cheng Zhou realized that he accidentally ordered too much.

Cheng Zhou sat in the middle of the pig's trotter, enthusiastically cutting the meat for everyone, while Gu Yazhen kept adding meat to Cheng Zhou's bowl quietly.

In the end, after the three of them ate one and a half pork knuckles, they couldn't eat any more.Cheng Zhou touched his chubby belly and raised his hand to pay the bill contentedly.

When I came out of the pig's hand shop with a packing box, the sidewalk reflected like a large ice rink. "I thought it would be warmer today, but it's freezing rain." Cheng Zhou complained a few words, and his boots began to slip unconsciously when he stepped on the sidewalk.

After barely balancing himself, Cheng Zhou glanced down at the non-slip sneakers under Gu Yazhen's feet, then consciously took her arm and led her to the edge of the road.

"Zhouzhou, let me grab your schoolbag." Song Yimeng called out from behind, she no longer expected to occupy the position next to Cheng Zhou.

"Hold on firmly." Cheng Zhou said, and then reached out to protect Gu Yazhen on the side away from the road.

Unlike sidewalks, the road has scattered salt, and there is no large area of ​​ice. In addition, there is little traffic on the small road, and the speed of the city is slow, and there are many pedestrians walking on the road.

Gu Yazhen saw Cheng Zhou's concern and thoughtfulness, her eyebrows were crooked, and she was full of smiles.

The three of them dragged each other and dragged a large suitcase. When they struggled to move home, they were already exhausted.Song Yimeng fell down and rolled on the sofa in the living room, and refused to get up to take a bath for a long time.

Gu Yazhen needed to fight jet lag, so she half-closed her eyes and looked tired.Cheng Zhou looked distressed, and immediately went upstairs to get a spare pajamas, and asked Gu Yazhen to take a shower in the upstairs bathroom first.

After the two washed up one after another, Song Yimeng rubbed his eyes reluctantly when he saw that there was nowhere to escape, and took a bath with a towel and pajamas. "Where do I sleep tonight?" She dragged her weary steps towards the bathroom, asking as she walked.

"Packing the floor." Cheng Zhou replied without thinking.

"What?" Song Yimeng regained his spirit suddenly, and quickly turned around 180 degrees, "No, I want to sleep between you two."

"Go and take a shower," Cheng Zhou chuckled, "I've made an agreement with my roommate, she doesn't mind letting you sleep in her room."

Song Yimeng walked into the bathroom and closed the door with confidence.

Cheng Zhou returned to the bed. At this time, Gu Yazhen was sitting on the bed reading documents, half-closed her eyes and felt sleepy, and kept nodding, almost falling into the computer several times.

"So hardworking." Cheng Zhou climbed onto the bed, sat behind Gu Yazhen, and hugged her tightly like an octopus. The long-lost happiness and warmth floated in the air filled with the fragrance of saponins, "If you are sleepy, go to bed early Lah, there is no rush to study at this moment."

"Yeah." Gu Yazhen closed the computer, turned around and picked up Cheng Zhou, letting her hang on her body.

Looking straight up at the radiance in Cheng Zhou's eyes, Gu Yazhen smiled softly, and slowly met the pink and thin lips of the person in front of her.

"Suddenly I'm not very sleepy." Her voice was lazy and casual, but fascinating.

Cheng Zhou listened vigilantly to the commotion in the bathroom and heard the sound of rushing water flowing regularly, so he said with peace of mind: "Then... what shall we do?"

"Playing with little pigs." Gu Yazhen teased, she clasped Cheng Zhou's waist, straightened up and fell forward.Cheng Zhou fell back steadily on the big soft bed, his heart pounding.

"We don't play with little pigs, let's play with other things." Cheng Zhou raised his head and kissed Gu Yazhen earnestly, while sliding his hand to her buttocks restlessly.

Gu Yazhen nodded dotingly, intoxicated by the long-lost entanglement between their lips and teeth.

Unexpectedly, happiness came so easily, Cheng Zhou was ecstatic in his heart, and was about to turn over while propping up his arms, when the piercing sound of the door opening suddenly sounded.

Cheng Zhou was so frightened that he quickly let go of his little hand that was doing evil on Gu Yazhen.Realizing that the door opening came from the bathroom outside the room, she straightened her clothes and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Zhouzhou, I forgot to take my shorts!" Song Yimeng shouted.

Cheng Zhou hurriedly got up and put on slippers: "I'll get them for you right away." I'm so angry, I haven't finished the shower yet, what shorts do I need on the way.

Song Yimeng's shorts fell into the backpack downstairs, and Cheng Zhou went downstairs, searching for a long time before finding a pair that met the requirements.Taking the shorts and sending them to Song Yimeng in a hurry, Cheng Zhou went back to the room and closed the door, but Gu Yazhen fell asleep with her eyes closed.

The power of jet lag is so strong that Gu Yazhen didn't even have time to take off her glasses, nor did she rest her head on the pillow.It seems to be an unconscious second sleep.Cheng Zhou sighed aggrievedly, moved Gu Yazhen to the pillow with all his strength, took off her glasses, and covered her with a quilt.

It was rare for Gu Yazhen to sleep soundly. Cheng Zhou pulled her into a series of drastic movements, but she didn't even move her eyelids.

Blaming himself for being too impatient, Cheng Zhou patted his forehead annoyed.Gu Yazhen's body is so weak, she should rest and adjust more in the past few days.

Cheng Zhou leaned over and kissed her forehead, then went downstairs lightly to pack her suitcase.

In the huge international long-distance suitcase, the change of clothes and supplies only occupies less than half of the space, and the bulging suitcase is full of snacks and unopened daily necessities.

After sorting out a large bag of spicy strips, baked cold noodles, dried fruits, soft candies, etc., Cheng Zhou swallowed, feeling dizzy with happiness.

Hey, I would have brushed my teeth later if I knew it earlier.

There were several novels and textbooks under the suitcase, all of which were Chinese books that Cheng Zhou had mentioned to her, which were expensive or not available here.A few mobile phone cases and stickers were stuffed in the small compartment of the suitcase, and all kinds of kitchen artifacts were not left behind.

Cheng Zhou was very happy and full of energy. He put away the suitcase in less than 10 minutes, and returned the snacks and daily necessities reasonably.By the time Song Yimeng came out of the shower, the snacks had already been well hidden without leaving a trace.

"Why are you so happy?" Song Yimeng showed an inexplicable smile.

"I'm glad you came to play with me." Cheng Zhou replied solemnly.

"That's hell." Song Yimeng shrugged speechlessly, and after saying goodnight to Cheng Zhou, they went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day, Cheng Zhou opened his eyes dimly, and found that Gu Yazhen was supporting his head with one arm, looking at him affectionately.

"Good morning." Gu Yazhen said with a smile in a soft voice.

Rolling up the quilt lazily, Cheng Zhou rolled into Gu Yazhen's arms and put his legs around her waist. "When did you wake up?"

"04:30."

Cheng Zhou looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, it was seven o'clock in the morning.Gu Yazhen actually observed her secretly for so long.

"Am I so good-looking? You don't get tired of looking at it for so long?"

"It's not boring," Gu Yazhen said with a serious face, "It's much better than literature."

That's right, when Gu Yazhen was studying, she could not move for five or six hours.

Gu Yazhen immediately smiled maliciously: "I haven't seen you for half a year, and you are getting more and more restless when you sleep. In two and a half hours, you hummed five times, turned over six times, kicked seven times, and touched me eight times." .”

This inexplicable arithmetic sequence is not very credible at first glance. "I don't listen, I don't listen." Cheng Zhou howled a few times in a low voice, and rubbed his head on Gu Yazhen's neck in embarrassment. Unconsciously, the rubbing position became lower and lower.

"Still rubbing?" Gu Yazhen grabbed Cheng Zhou's wrist and pressed her head, "If you rub it again, I won't be able to hold it anymore."

"Then don't hold back." Cheng Zhou suddenly didn't intend to lose face.

"Didn't you say that the sound insulation effect of the board room is not good?"

"... Oh." Cheng Zhou muttered softly.Song Yimeng was sleeping next door, she still wanted this face.

Giving up his obsession, Cheng Zhou got up to wash up under the guidance of Gu Yazhen, and went downstairs to make breakfast.When Song Yimeng lazily walked to the dining room, there were three more grilled cold noodles with eggs and ham and freshly squeezed orange juice on the table.

"Zhou Zhou, can I live with you too?" Song Yimeng's eyes lit up, full of envy for Gu Yazhen.Reluctantly reaching for the plate of cold noodles, Cheng Zhou quickly stopped her: "This one is not for you, the perverted spicy one is on the opposite side."

"You have already thought about it." Song Yimeng smiled and quickly walked to the opposite table.

During the conversation between the two, Gu Yazhen walked into the restaurant and sat down in front of the cold meal just now.Picking up the chopsticks to pick up the noodles, Song Yimeng at the side suddenly found spinach in Gu Yazhen's noodles.

Fearfully picking his own portion of noodles, Song Yimeng breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't see any green plants, and asked Cheng Zhou curiously, "Why do you put spinach in the roasted cold noodles?" dark.

"Healthier." Cheng Zhou replied, and also picked a spinach from his own noodles and put it in his mouth.

In fact, this was originally Gu Yazhen's habit. If she didn't eat vegetables for a day, she would feel uncomfortable.When doing experiments in the past, although she didn't pay much attention to food, she would cook some vegetables or eat raw tomatoes when she returned to the dormitory at night.Over time, under her influence, Cheng Zhou changed his eating habits beyond recognition.

Song Yimeng expressed her incomprehension, and continued to bury herself in cleaning up the cold roasted noodles in the bowl. Halfway through the meal, she felt something strange: "Zhouzhou, why don't you care about my health?"

Cheng Zhou looked at Song Yimeng who was beating his chest and stamping his feet speechlessly, and expressed his dislike for her looking for trouble with his eyes.

Gu Yazhen, who was silent for a long time, stopped her chopsticks, turned her head and asked Song Yimeng, "Do you want spinach? I'll cook some more for you."

"Uh... no thanks." Song Yimeng stuck out her tongue.She just joked, why did Gu Yazhen take her words seriously.

"Don't be polite to us, just treat it as your own home." Gu Yazhen wiped her mouth, and persistently ran to the kitchen to cook spinach.

"Really not..." Song Yimeng hurriedly shouted at Gu Yazhen's back.When has she ever been polite to Cheng Zhou? She just really doesn't like food.

Cheng Zhou looked at Song Yimeng, who was extremely restrained, and laughed so hard.Gu Yazhen started to look serious again, and even made Song Yimeng stunned, unaware.

"You finish it for me, eat more spinach to be healthy." Cheng Zhou pushed the spinach that was just served in front of Song Yimeng, threatening.

Song Yimeng swallowed the spinach reluctantly, and her theme of today is the lack of love in life.After finally eating a lot, Gu Yazhen stood up again and asked politely, "Would you like some more?"

"No! I'm really full!" Song Yimeng stretched out five fingers, imagining that his arms could be stretched, and then grabbed Gu Yazhen.

"You're welcome." Gu Yazhen said, then turned and walked to the kitchen.

Song Yimeng: "..." She could no longer look directly at the word polite.