Zhong Lan was finally coaxed into the house. Pei Xiao looked at the bare walls of the house and knew that Xi Wanlai's "aunt" was not living a good life.
Xi Wan came and asked her to sit down on the sofa. The sofa... was gray and no color could be seen. Some places were frayed, exposing the sponge inside.
Zhong Lan went to the kitchen to boil water for them, but the stove was not working well. He turned it several times and couldn't turn it on. Pei Xiao was afraid of hurting the elders, so he asked Xi Wan to come and help. Then Zhong Lan was messing around in the kitchen like a headless fly.
shake.
She asked: "Auntie, what are you looking for?"
Zhong Lan murmured to himself: "Where is the cup, a ceramic tea cup made by Ke Ke..."
After hearing this, Pei Xiao reached out and opened the rightmost door of the closet: "It's too high. Let me help you get it."
It was a set of handmade pottery teacups. They were quite cute and had faces painted on them. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were angry, and some were frowning... Pei Xiao turned over each one with great interest and couldn't help but look at it.
He laughed softly.
When she raised her head, she found Xi Wanlai looking at her blankly.
"What's wrong?"
He opened his mouth and pointed at the open closet door, but no sound came out.
Pei Xiao didn't notice anything was wrong and closed the closet door smoothly.
"Auntie, go sit down and I'll help you make tea."
After saying that, he helped Zhong Lan to the sofa outside, washed the cups, took out the tea can from the second drawer, and made tea, all in one move.
Xi Wanlai's eyes were covered with mist.
He seemed to see that summer evening again, everything was silent, cicadas were squeaking on the treetops outside the window, he and she were crowded in the narrow kitchen, he was sitting on a small bench, waiting for the water to boil.
After opening it, she took the oil-based pen and painted on the set of tea cups she had just made.
He suddenly hugged her from behind, scaring her so much that she screamed. He pointed at the ugly crying face she drew and asked, "What are you doing?"
She leaned in his arms and said plausibly: "I want to put expressions on these cups. From now on, when I am happy, I will use a smiling face cup, and when I am unhappy, I will use a crying face cup. You want to see me using an angry cup,
You know you should coax me?"
"Oh..." He was thoughtful. The kettle on the stove was boiling and steaming. She pushed him away and stood up to pour the water. However, when she touched the hot handle, she jumped far away with a hiss.
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He hurriedly pulled her over, turned on the cold water, and washed it repeatedly against the red skin. He was so distressed that he kept asking her: "Does it hurt?"
She raised her face, and he just lowered his head. The world seemed to have stopped. The electric fan in the living room was whirring. It seemed like a long time passed before the kiss fell on her lips, with a hesitant trembling.
, touching the most incredible softness.
There was a sweet smell in her breath, and after a long time, she pushed him away with panting, her eyes widened like a little white rabbit, staring at him in disbelief.
He smiled softly, as low as the vibration in his chest: "How are you feeling now?"
She bit her lip, her face burned like the red clouds outside the window, she picked up a frowning and angry cup on the table, stuffed it into his hand, and ran out.
He was laughing in the kitchen.
"Come late, has the water boiled?" Pei Xiao asked him, tilting his head.
"Oh...okay." The memory was so sweet that he couldn't get back to his senses.
Seeing that she was about to reach for the kettle, he instinctively stretched out his hand to stop her and said, "Be careful of the scalding."
Pei Xiao was startled for a moment and looked at his hand on her wrist. He did not let go immediately, grabbed her hand and pulled her aside and said, "You can go out too, leave this place to me."