Shen Yichen walked to the stair railing and looked. She was sitting on the carpet in the living room watching TV.
It was already late autumn, and she was wearing bear pajamas, sitting there barefoot, looking fascinated.
Shen Yichen walked downstairs, and first took a look at the TV wall. What was playing there was the Hu Jun version of Tian Long Ba Bu. He had been abroad all year round and had never seen this version. In fact, he only watched it in Juvenile. I read the original novel during that time.
But Qiqi was holding the disc and playing it.
"Why are you watching here?"
He walked over and looked at her white and tender feet, which were reflected on the purple carpet and became more and more delicate.
Her hair was not even dry, but she looked very relaxed and content, "This is the most comfortable place. I bought a special disc, a collector's edition. Uncle Shen, please watch it with me."
Shen Yichen reached out and touched her hair, frowning, "I will have to blow-dry my hair from now on!"
Her hair is very long, black and straight, and it is naturally smooth without having to go to the barber shop to wash it.
But she stuck out her tongue, glanced at him, and returned her eyes to the TV, "It's so troublesome..."
Shen Yichen was helpless, so he had to bring a hair dryer to help her blow it. Qiqi giggled, "I knew you would help me, Uncle Shen."
"Don't be so talkative. I don't want to see you catch a cold. Why are you so lazy?" He seemed to be sighing with emotion, not accusing him.
There was pampering in his voice, and it seemed natural to her.
"I'm not lazy, it will do whatever it wants."
"Still poor!" Shen Yichen frowned. He felt that he was not strict enough. Should he establish some authority in front of this girl?
But seeing her leaning against him like she was boneless, he finally sighed deeply.
She has been dependent on him since she was a child. It is probably difficult for him to look like an elder in front of her, with authority and so on.
After her hair was dried, he combed it for her.
When he turned around and saw her feet again, he frowned slightly.
"Are your feet cold?"
"It's not cold, Uncle Shen, have you watched Tianlong Babu?" She was obviously focused on the TV.
Shen Yichen sat down next to her, nodded and said, "Of course I have seen it."
His hand touched her feet again, and his brows instantly furrowed, "How can I say it's not cold when it's so cold!"
Lei Qiqi leaned on the sofa behind, looking disapproving, "It doesn't matter..." she muttered, still explaining her opinion, "I dislike Duan Yu the most on this TV, he feels weak and carefree, and I I don’t feel like he likes Wang Yuyan, I think he was just amazed by her when he first met her.
I like Xiao Feng the most. He is handsome, mature, and has great martial arts skills. I really liked him when he was with A'Zhu. Unfortunately, he beat A'Zhu to death and finally committed suicide himself. He is still a tragic figure. If he was not so loving, Just be selfish, it would be great if A'Zhu told him the truth and the two of them really went to the grassland beyond the Great Wall..."
The more she talked, the more she yearned for it and felt infinite regret.
A girl's feelings are always poetry, and girls of her age always love to dream.
How could Shen Yichen, a grown man, understand these sad thoughts? At that time, he held his little feet on his lap to warm them. Regarding her opinion, he only said: "It's just a TV series. He can only blame himself." Too paranoid.”
"Uncle Shen!" Lei Qiqi pouted, "Why aren't you romantic at all?"