"My oolong milk cap was just knocked off by someone else."
"… "
Chu Zhi was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall: "Have you finished your drink yet?"
In fact, there is no need to look at the time. They met at school in the afternoon. When night fell, Chu Zhi had already returned home and finished dinner.
After an unknown number of hours, the milk cap was already cold.
Chu Zhi glanced out the window, put the phone to her ear and said patiently, "If you drop it, drop it, and it won't taste good when it's cold."
After she finished speaking, Lu Jiaheng stopped talking again.
He should be outside, the background is a little chaotic, the car horns and the sounds from the street at night came through the phone, Lu Jiaheng was quiet for a while, then "ah", and continued dryly: "I'm so pitiful."
Chuzhi: "..."
"The milk cap is gone."
"… "
"My oolong milk cap."
"… "
What are you trying to say
Chu Zhi didn't know how to respond, so she scratched her hair inexplicably: "Then why don't you buy another cup?"
Lu Jiaheng paused: "That's different."
"Oolong milk cap should taste similar."
"Not the same," he said stubbornly.
"… "
"Senior, are you drinking fake wine?" Chu Zhi asked cautiously.
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
During the two days of rest at home, Chu Zhi has been preparing the lines for the play.
Half of the lines on A4 paper are huge pages, half of them are from the heroine, all of them have to be unscripted, and they have to be performed in conjunction with the performance, which is not too difficult for Chu Zhi.
Although she is rarely nervous or stage fright because of her personality, because it is often over when she starts to be nervous.
The script is adapted from "The Lady Shopkeeper", about a hotel owner who rejects the rich earl and hereditary marquis, and seduces the hypocritical and arrogant knight who has no respect for women. Common servants get married.
As soon as Chu Zhi got the script, she felt that she did not match the image of the proprietress at all, and adding a role to play her daughter was almost the same.
Moreover, she had to "seduce" the knight.
Chu Zhi was stunned.
Zhi woke up early at the beginning of the weekend. She was obsessed with her new boss lady image for the past two days. Every day, she felt that she was very charming. She searched a lot of articles on the Internet to analyze the character's personality. She got up late to eat like sleepwalking. After breakfast, I stumbled into the sofa and peeled oranges with You Guess in my arms, and the phone rang.
Chu Zhi had yellow orange peel juice on her hands. She leaned over with her buttocks and her head closed, opened her chin to answer, and leaned over her head on the coffee table to answer the phone: "Hello?"
Lu Jiaheng was quite quiet, and from time to time there was a man's voice: "Going back to school today?"
Chu Zhi made a "hmm" sound.
You guessed her ears moved in her arms, as if she had heard who it was, she swooped down from Chuzhi's arms and stood beside the coffee table with a grin and "meow".
Chu Zhi was delighted: "Senior, I'm going to say hello to you and ask you good morning."
Lu Jiaheng choked, not thinking that the cat would want to say good morning to him, and asked her, "Are you free now?"
Chu Zhi blinked: "Yes, what's wrong?"
Lu Jiaheng was quiet for a while, and then said: "Cheng Yi's taste is too bad about the decoration. I want to ask your opinion."
Chu Zhi was a little surprised: "Me? But my eyesight is not very good... "
"It's pretty good." Lu Jiaheng smiled softly, "The clothes you chose are also very beautiful."
Chu Zhi thought about it for a while, and then remembered that he was talking about the clothes he picked for him when we went to the mall together.
She said seriously: "That's because you are a clothes hanger yourself, and you look good no matter what you wear."
It was quiet over there.
Chu Zhi felt that this person had been talking a lot recently and suddenly fell into a strange silence.
She waited patiently for a few seconds, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you come up? Now."
Chuzhi let out an "ah", straightened up, and went out and went upstairs while peeling oranges.
The door of Lu Jiaheng's house was not closed. As soon as Chuzhi entered, she was much better than the last time she came.
The inside is basically clean, the floor and wallpaper have been done, and there is only a huge sofa in the living room. Lu Jiaheng is slightly bowed, and his arms are in front of the small bar that separates the kitchen. He is talking to a decoration worker in front of him. say.
The decoration worker nodded and left, Chu Zhi walked in, Lu Jiaheng turned his head slightly, saw her, and hooked her hand.
She walked over, and the oranges in her hands were just peeled off. She tore off a little white thread from the oranges, pinched them one by one in her hands, walked to him, and handed them over: "Do you want to eat them?"
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, looked at the little orange in her hand, raised his hand and shook it at her, showing her the palm of his hand.
His hands were a little dirty with a bit of sawdust and dust.
Chuzhi snorted, silently opened the orange, and stuffed half of it in her mouth.
"Is this not going to be given to me?" Lu Jiaheng said suddenly.
Chuzhi looked up and was stunned: "Don't you want to eat?"
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows: "When did I say not to eat?"
"You're not—" Chu Zhi held the orange in one hand, imitating the movement he just did, stretched out two small arms, held it in front of him and shook it.
Her small hands are also small, and her white and tender palms flashed past his eyes.
Looking at her action, Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyelashes and smiled, the corners of his eyes also raised slightly, his voice was lowered, a little malicious: "Is this not eating? This is, you feed me—meaning. "
Those three words were spit out softly by him, softly and softly, and the ending was drawn long, with a lingering taste.
He also lowered his body, and people came over to match her height, waiting very considerately.
Chuzhi was holding the small orange in her hand, and quickly took two steps back, her eyes were closed, her ears were a little red: "Then don't eat it..."
Lu Jiaheng said "Oh" and said in a sloppy tone, "But I want to eat it."
Chuzhi looked up and looked at him: "then go wash your hands and come back to eat, I'll keep it for you."
Her expression looked patient and sincere, full of "I promise I won't steal it", and she had a good temper to discuss with him.
Lu Jiaheng slowly raised the corners of his lips, still insisting: "No, I don't believe you, I'm sure the oranges will be gone as soon as I leave."
Chuzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "You are so annoying! I won't give you any food!"
Her angry look was not deterrent at all, her eyes were wide and her cheeks were bulging, like a small hamster, but rather cute.
Lu Jiaheng laughed out loud.
Chuzhi glared at him again.
Lu Jiaheng cleared his throat and apologized obediently: "I'm sorry, I want to eat."
Chu Zhi found that it was useless to have a good temper with this person sometimes, so she thought fiercely and said, "Wash your hands!"
"Okay." Lu Jiaheng nodded, then obediently ran to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
I wanted to laugh while washing, why is this little girl getting more and more temperamental
The area of Lu Jiaheng's house is the same as that of Chuzhi's house, but he lives alone and directly connects the master bedroom with the living room. After installing a partition, the whole house looks much larger.
He really came to Chuzhi for help. Chuzhi helped him choose the wallpaper for the study, the window screens and curtains for each room, and finally the furniture.
The girls' interest in soft clothing seems to be very high. Chu Zhi chose it with great interest. When she sees a good-looking one, she will show it to Lu Jiaheng, and the things she chooses will change to a style.
The homeowner, Lu Jiaheng, didn't seem to have any opinion. He leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and leaned on the sofa, his elbows on the armrests of the sofa, and his chin on the side, looking at her lazily.
"Senior, what do you think of the Mediterranean style, which is very popular recently."
"Um."
"The Nordic style seems to be good too, but it's a little bit cold, but it's clean."
"it is good."
"Senior, do you like European style? I think you will. You are so exaggerated."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyelids lazily: "How can I be exaggerated?"
Chuzhi: "..."
The morning went by quickly, until noon when her stomach started to growl, Ms. Deng called and asked her where she was, what time did she go back to school, and if she didn't go home for lunch.
Chu Zhi looked at Lu Jiaheng, who was paralyzed on the sofa.
As she hung up the phone, she asked, "Senior, what do you have for lunch?"
Lu Jiaheng stretched out his long legs like a dead fish, and collapsed weakly into one piece: "Whatever, eat something that is not exaggerated."
Chuzhi: "..."
She just said it casually, but she didn't expect this person to seem to care.
Chu Zhi was debating whether or not to just ask him to eat at home. Anyway, when he went downstairs, Lu Jiaheng's phone vibrated.
He just glanced at the caller ID on the screen and threw the phone aside.
Chu Zhi tilted her head.
The phone kept vibrating on the sofa, Lu Jiaheng looked down for a while, picked it up, retrieved his long legs, stood up from the sofa, turned around and walked into the toilet.
After a while, he came out.
While stuffing the phone in his pocket, he walked over and stood in front of Chuzhi: "Little Gardenia, let me go out."
Chu Zhi let out an "ah" and raised his head: "Why are you going?"
He stood, she sat, he looked taller, standing in front of her like a giant, Chu Zhi raised her head high, her white neck was drawn in a straight line, her mouth was slightly open.
It was only after she asked that she realized that she seemed to be a little too broad.
The question blurted out so naturally, Chu Zhi was a little embarrassed, and quickly waved her hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you go to work."
But Lu Jiaheng didn't seem to feel anything wrong, and said calmly: "I'm going home, you can go back first, didn't your aunt just ask you to go home for dinner?"
Chu Zhi let out an "ah", her expression a little uneasy: "Senior..."
Lu Jiaheng looked at her funny: "What?"
Chuzhi licked her lips and said nothing.
Lu Jiaheng suddenly asked, "Did you tell my aunt to come to my house?"
Chu Zhi shook his head.
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh, what will you say when you go back later, helping the neighbors to dry the quilt?"
"I'm not going back," Chu Zhi pursed her lips and looked at him with a frown, "I'll be here waiting for your return, okay?"