Cheng Su's words formed their own logic, Pu Tao couldn't refute them, she could only look at him and smile without saying a word.
Cheng Su leaned back on the sofa, and the ecstatic and warm atmosphere cooled down with this action.
Pu Tao sat up straight with her, tucked her hair, and felt ashamed in hindsight.
Cheng Su stared at her drooping, slightly innocent and restrained eyebrows, and suddenly laughed.
His short laughter always had a sense of Su, and contained the connivance under the banter.
Pu Tao raised her eyes: "What are you laughing at?"
Cheng Su didn't answer directly, but asked, "Have you eaten dinner yet, are you hungry?"
Pu Tao nodded.
Cheng Su: "What do you want to eat?"
Pu Tao shook her head. She is a member of the Selected Difficulty Disease Association and a random church member, so she will not be too particular about eating.
Cheng Su asked, "Is it better to order takeout when you go out?" He could almost understand her lazy and tangled personality: "Why don't you order takeout."
Pu Tao: "Okay."
"hot pot?"
Pu Tao shook his head.
"Small noodles?"
Pu Tao asked: "What did you eat tonight?"
Cheng Su said: "I made a fat-reducing meal myself."
Pu Tao raised her eyes and looked at him: "Do you still need to lose fat??"
Cheng Su nodded: "I didn't care much before, but now I have a girlfriend, so pay attention to self-management."
Pu Tao smiled and said, "Don't do it too much—" She was suddenly curious, and glanced at the narrow waist under his loose T-shirt: "Do you have abdominal muscles?"
Cheng Su laughed again, and was about to speak, but she blushed and waved her hands frantically: "No need to answer! When I didn't ask, it doesn't matter if I have it or not."
Cheng Su stood up, put his hands back on his knees, and suggested, "I won't order takeout, I'll get you a bowl of noodles."
Pu Tao was surprised: "Can you do it?"
Cheng Suhui: "Well, but it's definitely not as good as the restaurant."
Pu Tao gave face very much: "how is it possible, it must be delicious."
Cheng Su got up, turned on the TV, and handed her the remote control: "Lower your expectations."
Pu Tao nodded and said seriously: "Oh, then I will remove the very words, it must be delicious."
Cheng Su was amused, rubbed it on top of her head, turned out of the sofa, and when his long legs passed by the bar, Cheng Su also rubbed it on top of its head, and urged, "I'll go to the kitchen and accompany the guests for me."
Datiao turned a deaf ear and glanced at him indifferently.
Cheng Su paused and frowned, "What about meow?"
Dabar: "Meow."
Pu Tao was surprised: "Can she understand you
"Probably." Cheng Su looked at her and walked to the kitchen, leaving Cat and Peach looking at each other.
Pu Tao quietly approached the beautiful short with round face and round eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Can you meow with me?"
Dabar: "Meow."
"Wow," Pu Tao was flattered: "Is it so spontaneous?"
Datiao ignored him, his yellow-green pupils were like glass balls, and he looked at her sloppily.
Pu Tao glanced at the kitchen location, the man was facing her sideways, with his eyes closed, he focused on something.
This natural firework atmosphere suddenly moved her a little.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Cheng Su also turned his eyes. He had no emotion at all, his seemingly careless face, but softened the moment their eyes met.
He opened his lips and asked.
These words were blurred by the movement of the range hood, and Pu Tao could not hear them clearly, but unexpectedly, she could read his mouth: is there something wrong
Pu Tao shook his head sharply.
Cheng Sudan smiled.
Pu Tao felt that this was a picture only in a dream.
Cheng Su is like a man living in fantasy and longing, impeccable, beautiful to the point of being unreal. It is the tide under the setting sun. Even if you realize that the dark night is coming, you will still crave the warmth of this orange light.
For no reason, Pu Tao shrank her hands and feet and squeezed the remote control, worried that she would wake up if she accidentally kicked the coffee table.
She glanced at Datiao, and the cat was still looking at her. Its eyes were emotional, as if it could speak at any time.
Pu Tao asked, "Is all this a dream now?"
Datiao is still only a silver tabby iceberg.
Pu Tao smiled: "If it's not a dream, just meow."
Dabar: "Meow."
Pu Tao laughed out a row of small white teeth, she knew it, meow is an order, and Da Tiao can always respond.
Cheng Su is usually like this, one person and one cat are at home to meow? Otherwise, why is Dajiao so skilled.
After thinking about it, Pu Tao felt cute and funny, she began to follow her own imagination and said to Da Tiao, "Meow."
Datiao is a funny cat. The second after she finished speaking, it shouted, "Meow."
Full of sense of achievement, Pu Tao went in and probed: "Let me touch it, okay?"
Dabar: "… "
"Meow if you agree." She couldn't help cheating.
"Meow."
Pu Tao was going to be cute by this cold-faced cat, like Xue Cheng Su, stroking it on the forehead.
…
Half an hour later, Cheng Su turned off the range hood and called her in the kitchen, "Putao."
His voice was much clearer this time. Pu Tao put aside the pillow in his arms and responded, "Huh?"
"Where to eat, coffee table or dining table?"
Pu Tao: "You can."
Cheng Su came out with the noodle bowl in one hand: "Come to the table."
"Oh." Pu Tao hurriedly put on her slippers and followed him.
Although the man looked at ease, the bowl of noodles was steaming. She stopped at the table and asked, "It's hot."
"Fortunately," Cheng Su raised his chin slightly: "Sit."
Pu Tao hurriedly sat down: "Well."
Cheng Su handed her a pair of walnut chopsticks and wondered, "Why are you always so restrained."
Pu Tao is also very annoyed: "I follow social etiquette more."
"Be your own home."
"what?"
"Be your own home."
It's not that Pu Tao didn't hear clearly, but she felt that this sentence was very ambiguous. It was an ordinary way of hospitality, but it also had a deeper meaning. For example, she had been acquiesced as a family member.
Forgive her shameless overthinking, Pu Tao snickered.
But she didn't ask more, just said "um" and looked down at the small noodles on the table.
The men's platter is very attentive, the oil and spicy seeds, the yellow peas, the green cabbage leaves are three-thirds of the world, and the pepper noodles are embellished.
Datiao obviously smelled the fragrance too, and he didn't know when he had come here, wandering around the table, rubbing against their calves.
Pu Tao clicked the chopsticks twice, and praised with her index finger: "I feel that my original bento picture was Banmen's axe."
Cheng Su sat down opposite her: "Just a bowl of noodles."
Pu Tao sucked a few and tasted it carefully.
Cheng Su asked, "Is it delicious?"
Pu Tao Kenshou: "It's super delicious, it's better than the one I ate in the Rongcheng store. I don't know if there is any delicious food in the Shancheng store."
Cheng Su didn't say a word, and let a smile climb up his brows.
He was looking at her all the time, and the Pu Tao had to eat a little bit. The deliberate expression management caused her face to become numb. She rubbed her forehead with one hand and continued to suck the noodles.
Cheng Su thought she was sweating, so he drew a sheet and sent it over.
Pu Tao was stunned for a moment and explained: "It's not the heat, it's you who keep looking at me, I'm nervous."
"Okay, I won't watch it." Cheng Su took out his phone.
Pu Tao secretly raised his eyes, but he didn't look at him anymore, his thumb was sliding on the screen, his nose bone was almost European-style, but his upper eyelids were slightly folded, and the ends of his eyes were classically long, which just neutralized the excessiveness. Arrive in court.
how long. Pu Tao sighed.
Suddenly, the man raised his eyes to look over, and Pu Tao quickly lowered his head and scratched his face.
Cheng Su put down his mobile phone and leaned his arms around the back of the chair: "You are allowed to look at me, and I am not allowed to look at you?"
Pu Taozi swallowed the last noodle and muttered, "Who made me a famous double standard in China."
"Huh?" He pretended not to hear.
Pu Tao raised her voice slightly: "I am a well-known double standard in China."
"Oh," Cheng Su paused, "I found that your voice is always very low."
Pu Tao rubbed her cheeks: "Because it doesn't sound good."
Cheng Su said, "Is there any?"
Pu Tao: "Yes."
"I do not think so."
Pu Tao answered naturally: "Xishi is in your lover's eyes."
Cheng Su made a big realization: "That's it..."
Pu Tao remembered the voice he sent to himself for the first time: "I, a woman's original voice, is not as good as yours, a man's pseudo-voice."
Cheng Su said: "Pseudo-voice is just for fun, not practical."
Pu Tao was curious: "How did you do it?"
Cheng Su: "Just use your breath well."
Pu Tao immediately folded her hands together and called her teacher on the spot: "Teach me if it's good or not, I also want to make my voice better."
Cheng Su raised his eyebrows: "Want to learn?"
"Well," Pu Tao Nuzui: "My wish at the age of twenty-four is to say goodbye to my duck voice."
Cheng Su: "Is this year's birthday over?"
"Not yet, make a wish in advance."
Cheng Su laughed.
"Come here." He dragged a chair next to him.
Pu Tao immediately sat down.
Cheng Su looked at her: "Speak and listen."
"say what."
"Okay."
"… "
"Voice isn't born," he said. "You may be pushing too hard in your throat."
Pu Tao listened attentively: "How to improve."
"Try to sigh."
"Ugh."
Cheng Su corrected: "No sigh, just take a breath and sigh naturally."
"Ugh… "
"By the way, now with this sigh, oh..."
"Oh." She tried to draw the same way.
Cheng Su paused: "Why are you so cute," and then patiently demonstrated again: "Look at me, alas... oh..."
His voice was low and restrained, and there was a sense of release that was breathtaking, very subtle, and Pu Tao's face became a little warm when he heard it.
Putting aside the yellow waste in his head, Pu Tao concentrated on studying and tried again: "Oh..."
"Yes, use your breath to drive your voice, relax your throat, and do it again."
"Oh-"
"wrong."
Pu Tao's head hurts: "It's so difficult."
"It's a bit difficult for you," Cheng Su thought for a while, "Do you know abdominal breathing?"
Pu Tao's eyes lit up: "I know this, it's useful when exercising."
Cheng Su nodded: "Well, will it?"
Pu Tao: "... I seem to know it, but I don't seem to know it very well, mainly because I haven't studied it seriously."
"Like me, inhale the gas slowly, the breath sinks, and you feel your belly bulge." Cheng Su finished and demonstrated to her.
Pu Tao followed suit.
"Touch your belly."
Pu Tao's mind didn't turn around for a while, and she put her hand on the man's lower abdomen and stuck it there.
"… "
Cheng Su was deflated, his chest vibrated with a low smile: "Did you touch my abdomen?"
"..." After a short pause, Pu Tao reacted, quickly withdrew her hand, and pressed her stomach, as if to press back those who were flustered.
Cheng Su asked, "Do you feel it?"
The palm of the hand has a strong sense of retention, and Pu Tao temporarily loses the ability to feel and think: "Huh?"
Cheng Su smiled: "Do you have abdominal muscles?"
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This chapter of the sound tutorial refers to some videos of station B