His hand was pulled tightly by him, which hurt a little, but Qinghe chose to ignore it.
His weight on her chest temporarily relieved and diverted the pain in her heart.
The two of them stayed like this quietly for a while.
He looked at her with his head turned, and there was a dark color in his eyes that Qinghe couldn't understand.
Qinghe pursed his lower lip, propped up his body with both hands and sat up, looking up at him.
Si Jue narrowed his eyes, "Did you know you slept for a long time?"
"..." Qinghe was stunned for a moment and looked outside the room, only to see that night had come.
Wrinkling his brows, Qinghe stood up, looked at him and said, "Auntie, are you awake now?"
Si Jue took a deep look at her and nodded, "You should be in the kitchen preparing dinner now."
"...Oh." Qinghe's eyes flickered and he slowly sat down again.
"Have you been sleeping all day today?" Si Jue suddenly asked.
Qinghe's heart tightened, and a trace of white flashed across his cheeks. He didn't dare to look at him and just nodded.
Si Jue's face darkened, his lips tightened and he stared at her without saying a word.
Qing He finally felt guilty, so he stood up in a panic, passed him and walked to the door, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if I can help."
Si Jue curled his lips coldly and took her arm.
Qinghe held his hands, but reluctantly opened his lips, and turned to look at him patiently, "What's wrong, Brother Jue?"
Si Jue looked at the curve of the corner of her mouth, his eyes darkened again, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "You don't know how to cook, so what are you doing?"
"..." Qinghe blinked and smiled again, "I didn't know how to cook when Brother Jue left, but ten years have passed, so how do you know I don't know how to cook."
As she said this, she saw his brows furrowed momentarily.
Qinghe shut his mouth suddenly.
He didn't speak either, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
Qinghe couldn't tell lies, and he couldn't feel at ease because of what he had just asked.
His patience couldn't be matched at the moment, and under his dark gaze, he finally failed.
Raising his eyebrows, he pretended to be naughty and said, "Brother Jue, I will cook some of my specialty dishes for you to try later, so that you can see my cooking skills."
"..." Si Jue lowered his eyes, his long dark eyelashes covering all the emotions in his eyes, took her hand and walked out, "
Okay, Brother Jue will be waiting."
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When they arrived at the kitchen, Si Jue was inevitably kicked out by Mu Zhifei and Qinghe on the pretext of being in the way.
Mu Zhifei and Qing He were left. When Mu Zhifei heard that Qing He wanted to personally cook two dishes for Si Jue, he happily gave up his position as chef.
He sat in front of the stove and watched the fire.
The firelight imprinted on her gentle face, illuminating the corners of her clear mouth clearly and warmly.
Qinghe stood in front of the stove and looked at her, feeling emotional in his heart.
After sighing softly, Qinghe rolled up his sleeves and started tinkering.
In the kitchen, there were some lean pork ribs and white mushrooms that Mu Zhifei had prepared earlier, presumably just for making soup.
In her memory, Si Jue did not like to eat greasy food, which was the same as her father.
The strange thing is that every dish she is good at is light and nourishing to the stomach.
After looking at the other ingredients in the kitchen, Qinghe picked a small winter melon and prepared to make a winter melon soup.
The cleaned white mushrooms are used to stir-fry lean meat.
With the idea decided, Qinghe got to work.
Mu Zhifei looked up and saw her skillfully chopping and washing vegetables. The seemingly ordinary and vulgar movements were pleasing to the eye and elegant when she performed them.
Mu Zhifei squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "He'er's movements are very familiar to me. Could it be that he has learned them before?"
"Well, after I was seven years old, I learned to cook from my master when I had nothing to do." Qinghe said truthfully.
Seven years old?
Mu Zhifei was slightly surprised, "He'er likes to cook?"
Qinghe paused his fingertips, shook his head slightly, and whispered, "Not really. I'm just passing the extra time."
Mu Zhifei saw that she looked a little tired, so he said nothing more.
Qinghe raised his head and glanced at Mu Zhifei, pretending not to ask, "I heard from brother Jue that my aunt likes mandala flowers. Qinghe was really surprised when he saw the mandala flowers all over the yard. Come to think of it, my aunt is true.
Do you like it very much?"
"...Yeah, I like it." Mu Zhifei lowered his long eyelashes, picked up a piece of firewood and put it into the stove fire, "I often feel that I am those mandala flowers, and those mandala flowers are me
.If those mandala flowers disappear one day, maybe I will disappear."
She said softly, looking at Qinghe's warm smile.
Qinghe's heart sank slightly, and he pretended to chat with her, "Auntie likes mandala flowers so much, but what's the story?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Qinghe finished asking, he saw Muzhifei's expression suddenly change.
When Qinghe saw this, his heart tightened and he quickly changed the subject, "I don't know if Brother Jue likes the winter melon braised pork ribs I made?"
Mu Zhifei was stunned for a moment, looking at her frowning as if she was particularly troubled, his expression gradually softened, and he said with a comforting smile, "Don't worry, girl, if you dare not like that brat Jue'er, I will be the first to do so."
promise."
Qinghe breathed out in his heart and said with a smile, "Brother Jue is so pitiful!"
"...You girl, my aunt is helping you!" Mu Zhifei was stunned for a second, then pretended to be slightly angry and said with a smile.
"Bad girl!!" Muzhifei shook his head and couldn't help but tug at the corner of his mouth.
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After dinner, Si Jue and Qing He went for a walk in the backyard.
Walking among the flowers, the night breeze is cool and the moon is bright.
Every path was marked by the footsteps of the two of them.
The palm of his hand was held tightly by him. His palm was gentle, but his fingertips were a little cold.
Qinghe couldn't help but put his hand on the back of his hand, and his fingertips gently scratched the fingertips locked with his.
Si Jue glanced back at her slightly, and when he saw her moon-clear cheeks glowing with a charming blush, he stopped uncontrollably.
Turning around, her small body was covered by the shadow cast by his tall figure.
Qinghe looked up at him, his eyes rolled slightly, and he said, "Brother Jue, you haven't told me yet, is the food I cook delicious?"
Si Jue curled his lips and caressed her face with his big palm, "Kitten's cooking skills are superb."
Although she didn't directly say it was delicious, her words were a disguised compliment.
Qinghe pursed his lips and smiled, "That's natural. Ten years of hard work is not in vain."
"...Ten years?" Si Jue frowned, his pupils deep.
Qinghe's mouth froze and he smiled again, "Well, ten years!"
Si Jue's Adam's apple moved, he lowered his head and stared at the two people's clasped hands.
Qinghe raised his head and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky. His watery eyes were dimmed in the moonlight, and he looked a little sad. "Ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye, but a lot of things can be changed."
Si Jue slowly raised his eyes, locking her face in the broken light.
Qinghe also turned his eyes slightly to look at him. Although the corner of his mouth was smiling, it was so unreal.
Si Jue took a breath, suddenly turned around and pulled her towards the room.
The steps were a little hurried, and Qinghe vaguely heard the sound of shredded fabric coming from under his feet.
Qinghe frowned slightly, and wanted to see what was going on, but he was walking so fast that she had no time to see clearly, so she had to follow him and walk forward faster.
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The two of them walked to the door of the room in a hurry, but Sijue suddenly bent over, picked up Qing He and kicked the door open. There was a bang that made Qing He's ears ring.
Before Qinghe could wake up from his sudden movements and sudden noises.
Another bang was heard.
Qinghe turned over his shoulder and looked over, and saw that the door had been closed.
My heart suddenly trembled violently.
Qinghe vaguely realized something and looked at him in panic.
But he saw his eyes burning like fire, glaring at her tightly with the heat that wanted to burn her. In his pupils, Qinghe clearly saw the word "danger"...
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