Two weeks before the winter vacation, Jun Changqian finally showed up again after not seeing me for more than a month. I had just returned home and was changing my shoes when I heard Uncle Zhong talking to someone.
"Yes, that kid at home is getting married. I haven't been around for so many years and he hates me." Uncle Zhong said, "I just didn't say anything to her..."
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I'm already seventeen during the Chinese New Year, and I have to slowly learn to be independent. When do you plan to go back?" Jun Changqian asked.
"If you can, it's best to leave tomorrow. After all, it's a major life event like marriage, and you have to be fully prepared. Otherwise, you don't know how much you will hate me in this life."
Jun Changqian muttered: "That's okay, I'll ask Secretary Jin to book a flight and go back tomorrow."
"Then you and Buyu..." Uncle Zhong was obviously still worried.
Jun Changqian said: "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."
Uncle Zhong said: "Master, don't work too hard. After the company is done, you have to go to City Q and City S. Let Sister Min make you some more soup."
Seeing that the two of them were a little reluctant to say goodbye, I walked in with a smile and said, "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I will take good care of my uncle."
My words stunned the two grown men, especially Jun Changqian. The light in his eyes suddenly bloomed, as if I had said something earth-shattering and heroic, and then turned into a narrow smile: "Girl, this is
you said."
I blushed. Since I was a child, except for learning two dishes when I was in my senior year of high school to prepare a birthday gift for him, I have known very little about cooking. Now that I am boasting about Haikou, it feels like I have entered a dead end.
.
"Young Master is teasing you. Okay, go wash your hands quickly, we are going to have dinner." Uncle Zhong said with a smile.
I made a face at Jun Changqian and drifted past him like the wind.
Uncle Zhong left the next day, leaving Jun Changqian and me alone. He said that things were getting busy near the end of the year and he could only stay for one day. If he stayed here for one day, Jun's work would probably pile up like a mountain. I
Said: "You are so busy at the end of the year, so you don't have to come over to see me. I will take care of myself."
Jun Changqian said: "But, I will miss my girl."
He put his hand on my head and ran it along my hair. After dinner and watching a movie, I sat on the sofa very shamelessly, moving around, and finally my head rested on his legs.
Go up and look at his face.
I like our current relationship. There is no such thing as what he thinks I like about Sum Ye Hitomi, and I don't have to think about when he and Ji Min'en will get married. I just simply stay with him, like before, without anyone disturbing me.
When he said this, he was as gentle as water. Although I couldn't see the look in his eyes clearly when looking at the LCD screen, my heart was beating violently. I concealed my heartbeat and said with a smile: "Just call me if you miss me.
~Nowadays, communication is so advanced, video can be used.”
His slightly calloused hands moved from the top of his head to his cheeks, touching them lightly tentatively. He lowered his head and looked at me: "Why are phone calls and videos not enough?"
I dared to conclude that Jun Changqian was speaking love to me. My face suddenly started to burn. I moved my eyes to look at the TV screen, but I couldn't see anything. Even the place where my scalp touched the skin of his thighs felt extremely painful.
cauterize.
I jumped up from his lap, asked him in disguise if he wanted to drink water, hid in the kitchen alone, opened the refrigerator, and let the air conditioner inside cool me down.
Just as I was cooling down, his cell phone rang and he said to me: "No words, I'll go back to the room first, remember not to see him too late."
The heartbeat just now has not subsided, but she secretly thought, at this time, will this call be made by Ji Minen? Will she know that Jun Changqian often comes to see me? What would she do if she knew?
Because of these problems, I was worried about gains and losses, so much so that I fell asleep in the morning. When I woke up, Jun Changqian's room was already neat and tidy, no one was around, and there was a note on the table: "Buyu, the company is temporarily closed."
If something happens, take care of yourself."
My heart felt empty for a moment, as if the joy from last night had disappeared somewhere.
Sum Yetong asked me again whether I would go home, and I said I didn’t know. As Jun Changqian is so busy, I will naturally see more of him when I go back, but I don’t know if Jun Changqian has any other arrangements.
It’s hard to say anything to Cen Yetong.
After school that day, Sum Yetong asked me if he could take a shower at my house. He said that his bathroom heater was broken and he hadn’t taken a shower for three days. The landlord was true and promised to find someone to repair it, but no one came yet.
.
I don’t think this is good. After all, Uncle Zhong is not at home now, and he has a leg problem. What should I do if something happens in the bathroom?
I said, "Why don't you go to the boys' dormitory?"
Sumeye Hitomi thought for a while and said, "That's fine." Then she went back to school at the fork in the road downstairs from my house.
Just when I was relieved that he could figure it out and no longer insist on coming to my house, the moment I opened the door and went in, my whole body froze. I saw Jun Changqian's shoes! And as I walked in
, he was standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing, facing me.
Sen Yetong sent me back just now, he must have seen it!
The distance was a bit far, and his eyes were foggy, so I couldn't see clearly. After being stunned for a few seconds, I raised a smile and said, "Are you here?"
"Yeah." Jun Changqian walked towards me with his long legs: "I just arrived not long ago, and I wanted to pick you up at the gate of your school." He didn't say the second half of the sentence, and tugged on my clothes.
The leader asked: "Is it cold outside? What do you want to eat tonight?"
His expression was impeccable and there was nothing strange about him. Because of the proximity, his eyes regained their clarity.
I feel a little bad. He never seems to ask me a word or two. The love words he said that night about missing me were actually the ones he meant. Could it be that I got it wrong?
I stepped away from him, put down my bag, concealed my mood, and then raised my head: "Hmm~ What are you going to eat? Are you hungry?"
Jun Changqian didn't know what I was going to do, so he answered truthfully: "I just had something to eat on the plane."
"Then, let me cook." My eyebrows were raised again. Because I told Uncle Zhong that day that I would take good care of Jun Changqian, so I would occasionally prepare some ingredients in the refrigerator. However, there was not enough meat, so I was worried about him.
I don’t know when it will be wasted when I come back, so I only have some non-perishable vegetables. I turned it over and found a carrot, a broccoli, a few tomatoes, eggs, and a cabbage.
I took out all the dishes, and Jun Changqian followed me in: "What are you going to cook?"
I actually had no idea. When I first went to learn how to cook, one course was how to fry steak, and the other was how to pan-fried foie gras. The kitchen utensils here were rudimentary, and the main reason was that there were no ingredients.
But I was full of confidence, so naturally I couldn't back down at this time, so I had to bite the bullet and said angrily: "Just wait and see."
I even kicked him out. But when I found out that I couldn't even control these vegetables, I felt inexplicably annoyed. I wanted to take good care of him, but I couldn't even cook the food well. I'm not good enough.
She's just a girl, she can't stand side by side with him...
I found an excuse to vent my negative emotions. Even I didn’t know if my inability to cook had really hit me so hard, so I burst into tears.
Jun Changqian couldn't hear the sound in the kitchen, so he knocked on the door and asked, "Chef Buyu, how are you preparing dinner?"
The lighter his tone, the more aggrieved I felt. How could he remain calm when he saw me walking back with another boy or my rumored ex-boyfriend?
He opened the door hard and snorted: "Not so good!"
At a glance, he saw that the entire kitchen was in a mess. He tried his best to hold back his laughter and said, "It's okay. You go sit on the sofa for a while. You'll be fine soon."
Seeing his expression of suppressing laughter and feeling uncomfortable, I felt even more angry. I didn't care what he planned to do, so I turned around and went back to the room.
When I first entered the house, I had thought that if Jun Changqian asked me if I and Hitomi Sumeye were together again, I would definitely tell him, no, he and I are just ordinary friends, and I have never really liked him.
, what I like is someone else, that person is far away and right in front of me.
But he didn’t even ask, so why should I say anything? Later I realized that at the age of sixteen, I valued pride so much that many things couldn’t happen when they should.
occur.
Jun Changqian must be a man who is good at magic. After only ten minutes, when he called me out, he saw three dishes and one soup on the table, as well as fragrant rice.
I looked at the table in surprise. Uncle Zhong was usually the one cooking at home. The only thing I saw him cooking was the sunflower omelette that morning. I always thought he didn't know how to cook this kind of home-cooked dish.
I must have disdain for such a home-cooked dish, but I didn’t expect that he made it so well, with all the color, flavor and flavor.
While taking off her apron, she scolded with a smile: "Stupid girl, you ate it without washing your hands!"
The unhappiness I felt just now was somewhat diluted by the harmonious atmosphere now. I said to myself, don’t guess, just experience the moment with your own heart.
Jun Changqian said while picking up some food for me: "It seems that I have a heavy responsibility during this winter vacation."
The dishes he fried were not as thick as Uncle Zhong's. They were a little lighter, but very delicious. I looked up from the bowl and heard him say: "This winter vacation, I have to teach you how to cook. You, after all
You are going to get married, so rather than letting your future family members teach you, it is better to learn it at home first."
"Pfft..." I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of rice: "You look like my mother."
Jun Changqian's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he recovered, took a tissue and handed it to me: "I raised you, why should you just be a mother!"
It was just a joke at first, but it made the atmosphere at the table feel depressed again. The dishes that originally tasted good also changed their taste in the mouth.
