Think childish

Obviously, they used to live under the same roof, people who can't see up and down, but when the situation changes, the mood is different from before.

Qiao Zhi stood at the door, closed the phone, and subconsciously took a deep breath.

There was the sound of slippers being pulled in the room, the door lock was turned, and the people in the room opened the door, looking at each other, and for a moment, they all had a feeling that they couldn't help themselves.

Qiu Shui tightened his hand on the doorknob, restraining his urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her fiercely, turned slightly to let her in.

Qiao Zhi: "Do you want to change your shoes?"

Qiu Shui leaned over and took out a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at her feet: "Come on, it will be more comfortable after I have been cooking and standing for a long time."

Qiao Zhi put on her slippers, and after thinking about it, she took off the windbreaker she was wearing outside.She was wearing a beige suit inside, the size was close to the body, and her figure was exposed, especially those slender and straight legs, wrapped under the tight skirt, with a slightly raised buttocks, which were sultry when she walked around.

Qiu Shui took her windbreaker, turned around and hung it in the closet.

Qiao Zhi rolled up her sleeves and looked around.It's a one person apartment, small in size but has everything you need.Facing the door is a small dining room, the right is the bedroom and study, and the far left is the kitchen and bathroom. The whole is basically a flat design.

She went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out all the ingredients she needed.Potatoes, cabbage, eggs, meat, carrots... Qiao Zhi looked at the ingredients on the counter, and finally decided to make fried pork slices with potatoes, vinegared cabbage and steamed eggs with shredded carrots.

"Where's the rice?" Qiao Zhi asked while turning over the cabinet.

Qiu Shui stood behind her wearing a tasseled shawl, leaning against the refrigerator door, answering, but his eyes lingered on her upturned buttocks and white straight legs.

"The cabinet on the left is on the second floor."

Qiao Zhi didn't know that her dear sister had already ripped her apart with her eyes behind her back, scooped three big spoonfuls of rice into a bowl, washed it clean, and put it in the rice cooker.

Then it’s time to prepare the ingredients——

Qiao Zhi was cutting the meat when she suddenly felt a heat source approaching behind her. Before she could turn around, an apron that fell from the sky was wrapped around her neck from top to bottom. Looking at her, the slightly scorching breath sprayed behind her ears, then pulled the ropes at both ends of the apron, slipped it past her waist, and neatly tied a bow behind her waist.

Qiao Zhi slashed across the cutting board, and the blunt and loud sound roughly drew her attention back.

Qiu Shui put on the apron for her, but did not leave in a hurry, but whispered in her ear, in a tone that was almost reproachful: "Chop vegetables carefully, don't cut your hands."

"........."

If you stay away from me, I won't cut my hand!

"Cough—" Qiao Zhi turned sideways, and Qiu Shui left. "Go and wait outside, I'll call you when I'm ready."

Qiu Shui nodded, turned and went back to the bedroom.

Qiao Zhi finished the meal absent-mindedly. She didn't start to worry until the two of them sat down at the dining table. She hadn't cooked for a long time, and she didn't know if her skills had deteriorated. She even forgot to taste it first...

She was distracted on this side, but Qiushui had already dug a spoonful of steamed eggs into her mouth, nodded in satisfaction, and commented: "It's delicious."

Qiao Zhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the dinner table, neither of them spoke. The meal was finished in a slightly weird silence. Qiu Shui stood up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Just as the water was put on, Qiao Zhi heard her call: "Sister, give me the apron." .”

"........."

Who the hell invented such a good thing as an apron?

Qiao Zhi had a ghost in her heart, and took the apron that was hanging on the back of the chair next to her with three sighs, walked over, and put it on for her with a guilty conscience.

While Qiushui was washing dishes, Qiao Zhi got permission to enter her bedroom, looked through the books on her bookcase, and found that there were more than a dozen books on the bookshelf signed with the name "Zhuang Qiushui". , there are romance novels, martial arts novels, foreign language translations, and even fairy tales.

Among them, the cover design of a fairy tale called "The Orange Girl Can't Sleep" is particularly cute. Qiao Zhi couldn't help taking it down and flipping through two pages. Unexpectedly, she was fascinated by it.

Qiu Shui cleaned up the kitchen, walked to the door of the bedroom and leaned against the door frame to admire her from behind.Then she was surprised to find that there was a hint of blue in Qiao Zhi's loose curly hair.This discovery gave her a strange surprise, like some kind of evidence of the passage of time.

Qiao Zhi has always been Qiao Zhi. After all these years, she has not changed.

Qiu Shui suddenly felt a sour softness in her heart. She deliberately wanted to scare her, so she walked behind her with restrained steps, and suddenly said loudly: "Does it look good?"

Qiao Zhi was really frightened by her, just like a child who was caught by his parents when he was peeking at a picture album when he was a child, he slammed the book shut and turned around with a high sigh.

"You scared me to death!" She complained dissatisfied.

Qiu Shui looked at her and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Qiao Zhi's heart skipped a beat, as if being burned by her smile, she turned around while dodging her eyes, and put the book back on the shelf.

What she didn't say was that she actually felt very proud in her heart. Looking at the books signed by "Zhuang Qiushui", she thought, her little girl is really amazing. She has already made achievements in the field she focused on at a young age. Such a proud achievement.

"What are you thinking?" Qiu Shui asked.

Qiao Zhi shook her head, and pointed at the book "The Orange Girl Can't Sleep" on the shelf: "I didn't expect you to write fairy tales. This book is very good. I, an adult, have been suffering from insomnia recently. Reading this is very relaxing."

Qiu Shui suddenly turned around and walked out: "Want to drink some wine?"

Qiao Zhi was startled, and followed her: "Are you drinking?"

Qiu Shui walked to the sofa and stopped. Only then did Qiao Zhi realize that there was a very narrow glass wine cabinet standing next to the corner, which she hadn't noticed before.

Qiu Shui took out a bottle of red wine, went to the kitchen to get two wine glasses, and opened the bottle by the way.

She came out with two glasses of wine, handed one to Qiao Zhi, and said, "Five years ago, I took the money you gave me and ran around the world in Europe. Westerners like to drink. I once lived in Paris, France." I spent half a month in an underground bar, and when I came out, I fell in love with the taste of alcohol."

Qiao Zhi didn't expect that she would take the initiative to mention the experience of the past five years, and her heart beat a little faster.

"Then what?" she asked.

Qiu Shui smiled: "A Chinese girl I met in Paris recommended Tuscany to me, that was my last stop in Europe. It happened that she and a farm on the outskirts of Montepoule The boss is a good friend, so he introduced me to live there and work by the way. At that time, I didn’t have much money left.” She shrugged, “The farm owner’s name is Beato, he is a very enthusiastic middle-aged man. He has a bushy beard, and he said his name means 'happy', and I stayed there for nearly two months, and he did give me a lot of fun, and, by the way, trained me to be an alcoholic."

"What are you doing there?" Qiao Zhi asked.

She raised her head and took a sip of her wine, as if recalling: "Beato has a large grape field, he taught me how to make wine, and introduced me to a restaurant in the town as a waiter. In my spare time, I would go to the big square to sit and bask in the sun , or go to the church on the hillside outside the city to pray.”

Qiao Zhi always remembered that she had said to herself that she didn't believe in gods and Buddhas when she was young, and she was obviously surprised that she would go to church to pray.

"Are you religious?"

Qiu Shui drank the last sip of wine, shook his head and got up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen, came out with the wine bottle, refilled both himself and her, and said hesitantly: "Actually, I don't know, maybe sometimes I believe, sometimes Do not believe."

Qiao Zhi has always wanted to know where she went, what she did, and what kind of life she lived in the past five years, so she didn't find such conversations boring at all, but asked curiously, "For example?"

Qiu Shui raised the wine glass, looked at her from the gap on the rim, and took a sip of the wine.

"Sometimes I dream of you when I go to bed at night, and when I wake up in the morning, I go to church to pray," she said.

Qiao Zhi was taken aback.

In the year she just left, she had a very bad life. She almost left with hatred and resentment in her heart. During the time she was wandering in Europe, she didn't have a good night's sleep. The situation was serious. Sometimes, she can't help but start to doubt herself and this relationship.

"I said to God, I am a hypocrite, I am blinded by my self-righteous affection, I don't actually love you, it is just a desire to possess you, I ask him to forgive my sin."

Qiao Zhi's voice was soft as if she was raving: "So you have thought it through?"

Qiu Shui shook his head with a smile, stood up, suddenly took two steps in front of her, and leaned over: "God said I was farting!"

Qiao Zhi looked up at her in shock.

Qiu Shui backed away again, no longer talking, nor looking at her, just sipping his wine.

Qiao Zhi had no choice but to ask, "What happened after leaving Tuscany? Where did you go?"

"I'm back to China." Qiu Shui said, "Back to Beijing, I rented this apartment through the introduction of my classmates, and then started running around in the vast land of China. At the longest time, I only came back once in half a year."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhi finally understood where the free and easy temperament she felt from the other party came from after the two reunited.

In the past five years, she has remained steadfast, struggling in the vortex of self-cognition and desire; while she has traveled all over the world, seeing everything new in the world, getting inspiration and motivation from it, and then breaking out of the shackles of emotions, and completing self-upgrading.

The girl standing in front of her at this moment is more eye-catching and attractive than five years ago.She couldn't even take her eyes off her.

"Have you ever cut your hair?" Qiao Zhi asked suddenly.

Qiu Shui was startled, with a surprised expression on his face: "How do you know?"

Qiao Zhi smiled, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart - at a certain point in time when they thought they were running away from each other, she unexpectedly saw her, and the other party didn't know about it.

She thought that their life connection was broken, but in fact, fate had brought them together by surprise, even if it was only for a moment.

"On the New Year's Eve of the Millennium, a large number of celebratory teams spontaneously gathered in Tian|an|men Square. There were TV reporters and cameras broadcasting the live broadcast. I saw you on TV." Qiao Zhi said, "You are wearing white Sweater, wearing a red scarf, short hair, crowded in the crowd, smiling happily."

With an expression of infinite nostalgia on her face, she lowered her head: "You look good with short hair."

……

There is a depressive and turbulent ambiguity surging in the small room, and the intoxicating aroma of grapes makes people a little dizzy.The desire factor in the body is causing trouble, and it is destructively inciting the two of them——

do something, do something, do something...

"Do you miss me?"

In the silence of the room, Qiu Shui suddenly asked.

Qiao Zhi warned her to shut up, but now she had a perfect excuse in front of her - she thought, it was all the sin of alcohol, even for a moment, I wanted to be completely free.

She tried her best to control the strength in her hand, trying not to let the wine glass break in her hand.However, at the moment when she wanted to admit that she missed her, a sour taste suddenly sprouted from her nose.

It took a long time for Qiao Zhi to control her emotions and tears, and then said softly, "You did it on purpose."

Looking at her, Qiu Shui's heart melted. He lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled, graciously admitting it.

"I miss you so much, Ah Zhi, whether I dream of you or not."

The author has something to say: I should have saved my head, right?

ps: "Under the Tuscan Sun" is an old-fashioned novel. I recommend it. I actually drool when I saw the description of food cooking in the book... I read it in high school, and I forgot which translation it was, but it should be almost