"Is that tall building where we first met?"
Qi Hui looked at the tall building at the end of Fengxian Road.
Its light is still so dazzling in this rain-soaked alley,
"It seems to be true." Zhou Wenxiang said,
If we say that at this age, we are a bit indifferent to many things,
But when he saw her profile and her smile, she looked so alluring and attractive as a young woman,
He felt that he was so far away from home at this moment, and he enjoyed every minute and every second walking with her on the street.
When Shen Jie was reading literature on his iPad, he suddenly found that his understanding ability was greatly reduced.
He looked at the time: 7:41,
He was already thinking that this woman might not come back at night. Even after being together for more than two years, he still didn't feel safe.
Turn on the 8 small lights in the house,
The street lights outside were still drying up her coffee-colored long coat, which cast a bright shadow on the door. It was still flickering. When the cabinet made some small noise, it was a bit scary.
"I'm so hungry that I'm hallucinating. This woman hasn't come back yet." He was so angry that he couldn't swallow anymore.
He even thought that if she dared to come back, the first thing he would do was yell at her to get out.
Let her freeze outside for one night and learn about the dangers of society.
The more love she has, the more she hates her, wishing she could die outside.
He was hungry and ordered something he had eaten many times before: hot, spicy, crispy bamboo shoots, stir-fried beef tripe,
It's quite delicious, but it's takeout after all, so the taste is always a little different from cooking it yourself.
He walked on the balcony, which was on the second floor and located at the innermost part of this large area.
When he moved in, he only saw at night that the bottom drawer of the big wardrobe was full of mosquito killers, such as Radar, which came in large trays of mosquito repellent incense.
But in winter, the plants here are so dense that it feels like you are in a small forest.
Most of the time, the long cobblestone corridor hidden among the trees is empty.
As he looked up through the gaps between the branches and leaves,
The rain fell from the sky, and its thin shadow could only be seen in the area illuminated by the street lamp.
It landed among the soil of the forest shrubs, and there were still waves of thin and dense clattering sounds passing by.
He used to like listening to this kind of sound the most. It made people feel very quiet. He couldn't go anywhere else, so he just lay peacefully on the big bed at home and listened quietly to the sound of rain.
It's very sentimental in it.
He actually hopes that he can return to the carefree life he had more than ten years ago.
After studying for so many years, I finally moved to a city far away from my hometown.
He likes to see the oily green leaves soaked by the rain.
In the dense forest where the light is not clear, it gives people a deep and comfortable artistic conception.
The cold wind came through the large open window and fell on me.
He felt like he was in a severe cold from the bottom of his heart.
The hatred he had for her before had dissipated a lot, and he really hoped she would come back soon.
It's about a hundred meters away from the building opposite, and most of the place is planted with trees and plants.
He remembered what he told a classmate who was having a birthday dinner last time: Wait until everyone has time to get together and it will be lively.
The closer it gets to winter, the colder feeling unconsciously takes over the whole heart.
He even thought about how they would choose dishes together after she came back.
Frying lean meat at home, there is a smell of fireworks from the balcony.
How warm.
'I bought lean meat, mushrooms, beef, meat and sesame, and came back to cook them. '
She noticed that there was a red exclamation mark next to it.
She couldn't help but laugh coldly: "It's this temper again, just when you are your ancestor."
A small puddle on the ground reflected the light of the rain under the street lamp.
The supermarket employee in blue uniform was cleaning up the vegetable stall at the door.
She didn't expect that it didn't seem to take long after she left. It was already 9:12.
She felt that it was rarely like today, and it turned out that life could be lived so happily.
Walking on the path between two jungles, she even felt relaxed and at ease all over. Even the pain in her waist seemed to have become much lighter.
When the sound of opening the door sounds outside, I will carefully and gently close the door.
Shen Jie, who was lying on the big bed in the house and reading documents, knew that there was a high probability that Qi Hui was back, and his heart became excited.
Sure enough, there was the sound of a key being inserted at his door, and then the tall, slender woman he had been waiting for for a long time came home wearing a dark coat.
She carried the white canvas bag she usually brought to work on her left shoulder, and she also carried two small bags in her right hand.
"Have you had dinner yet? I'll cook some meat stir-fried with chili right away for you to eat."
She looks pretty good, and her voice has a soft and affectionate tone.
It’s really easy to infect people,
Originally, Shen Jie didn't want to pay attention to her.
He felt that his mood improved a lot, but he still said with a straight face: "I've eaten."
She saw the takeout bag he had placed on the table before throwing it into the trash can, and picked it up to take a look.
"Do you want me to burn it for you to eat? If you don't eat it, it will be broken tomorrow, just in time for you to fill your belly. Didn't you write a high-scoring SCI article recently? You really need to replenish your brain. son."
"No, you'll get fat if you eat any more. On this day, wouldn't it be the same if you put it outside as if it were in the refrigerator?" He raised his head and glanced outside. The woods were dark, and there were gusts of cold wind. Blow. Come. Come.
"Forget it, I'd better put it in the refrigerator." She couldn't stand his temper.
