"Girl Mu." Luo Jian walked to Mu Mu, bent down slightly, and looked into her dark eyes.
He was clearly reflected in her clear eyes.
Mu Mu blinked, raised his head, put on his shoes, lazily stood up, and stretched outside.
She walked with catlike steps to the pot of blue hyacinths, knelt down and gently stroked them with her hands.
The fair and slender hands have clear joints, are as smooth and delicate as jade, and shine elegantly under the eyes.
The hair behind her ears fell down as she moved, covering half of her face.
Zhao Qingqing put on an apron and poured a glass of water to drink while walking. She also got a glass for Luo Jian, "She looks at the calendar every morning when she wakes up, and then sits here and looks at the flowers. This pot of hyacinths is what she pays most attention to."
Luo Jian looked at the pot of hyacinth with melancholy.
He walked to Mu Mu and squatted down, patted her head and said softly: "The closed training is about to end."
Mu Mu looked up at him, his eyes sparkling like they had never seen in these days, as if a glimmer of hope had been ignited.
Zhao Qingqing was surprised.
Luo Jian studied psychology. According to Zhao Qingqing's brief introduction, turning the calendar every day must be waiting for something, and Hyacinth's words are: love sadly, miss forever.
He looked at her distressedly and helped her push her hair back behind her ears.
Zhao Qingqing suddenly understood what Mu Mu was waiting for and felt relieved. She raised her lips with difficulty and said to Luo Jian: "Chief of Staff Luo, please stay for lunch."
After all, she was her benefactor. She was already at home. It seemed so unkind of her not to let him have a meal.
Luo Jian raised his eyebrows meaningfully at her.
I thought to myself, when did I say I was leaving?
The sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from time to time in the kitchen. Luo Jian was sitting on the small sofa, holding a teacup and watching sports channels.
In fact, he usually watches the military channel, but considering Mu Mu, he didn't watch it.
Sports channels are replaying the Asian group promotion matches of the Football World Cup qualifiers.
The emotions of the fans on the field followed the ball at the player's feet, sometimes nervous, sometimes excited. When the island nation got a penalty kick, the player failed to live up to everyone's expectations, and there were boos.
Luo Jian pointed the remote control at the island football player who had just shot, and said with a smile to Mu Mu: "If I had chosen sports to join the national team, the national football team would definitely not be what it is now."
He tried to get Mu Mu to speak.
Zhao Qingqing's voice suddenly came from behind, "Chief of Staff Luo, it's time for you to retire at your age."
"..." Luo Jian turned around, and the first thing he saw was Zhao Qingqing's innocent eyes, followed by a body covered in chicken feathers and a knife in his hand.
He wanted to say that in fact, if he was in the national football team at his age, he would still have several years to play.
But seeing Zhao Qingqing's appearance, he felt that being misunderstood was old and unimportant.
The important thing is, girl, why are you standing behind me with a knife?
Zhao Qingqing raised the knife and suddenly showed embarrassment, "I wanted to kill the chicken, but the chicken flew away from the window. I only pulled off a handful of its feathers."
She lowered her face in frustration and lowered the hand holding the knife.
Alas, Mu Mu’s chicken soup is ruined again.
Luo Jian nodded in understanding, that's it.
He pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a gentle tone: "It doesn't matter, I'll buy another one."
As he spoke, he stood up with his hands on his knees.
