During this period, Zhan Xi was no longer unfamiliar with Luo Jingyu's kitchen. When she came to eat, she would accompany Xiaoyu and watch him cook, and she knew where all the pots and pans were placed.
When he was cooking, Zhan Xi would pull his sleeve and ask him to turn around and look at her while she talked. Actually, there was nothing important to talk about, they were just chatting. Zhan Xi knew that it was inconvenient for him to use his phone, so she told him to just listen and ignore her.
She was talking about things at work, saying that she had to dance at the annual meeting, and it was a hot dance, which was so difficult to learn! She also said that she was reviewing recently, and she had an exam next month, and she had a headache from reading books. She also talked about a difficult accountant in the company, who was very picky, and might be in menopause. Oh, the New Year is coming soon, and I can't decide whether to go out and play for two days. And the gifts. My appetite has grown recently, and I don't know when I can eat dried fish and canned food. I heard that cats like to eat them. Oh, it's so expensive...
Luo Jingyu couldn't understand everything she said, let alone give an answer, but Zhan Xi just liked to stick to him and talk. He didn't even want her to go out and play with the gift. He said angrily, "I have severed my mother-daughter relationship with that cat!"
Luo Jingyu would shake her head and laugh.
Whenever he made something delicious, he would give Zhan Xi a pair of chopsticks and let her taste it first. His cooking skills never disappointed her. She would always say, "Xiao Yu, I think it's a waste for you to make hot pot. You should open a private restaurant! You'll definitely make money!"
In comparison, Zhan Xi’s cooking skills are really average, and he can only cook a few dishes.
There were four people eating at noon that day, so she cooked a big pot of braised chicken wings, with more than twenty chicken wings, and fried her best tomato scrambled eggs, added a pot of vegetable and meatball soup, and finally some glutinous rice and sweet lotus root bought from the delicatessen.
Although there were only four dishes, each one was very filling. Zhan Xi felt that this was the pinnacle of her cooking skills. After tasting them, they all tasted OK, at least not poisonous enough to kill people.
It was time to eat. She used sign language to Zhong Peng and Mo Yang: The food is ready, you can eat now.
This was what Xiaoyu taught her. It was very simple and easy to learn. The two children smiled foolishly at her. Zhan Xi pointed to Luo Jingyu's bedroom and asked them to serve the rice. She went in and asked them to get up.
The curtains in Luo Jingyu's room were closed, but he left a desk lamp on and was sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt.
Zhan Xi sat down on the edge of his bed and saw Liou taking a nap beside him. When he noticed Zhan Xi coming over, he shrugged his ears and squinted his eyes, showing no reaction.
Zhan Xi didn't bother with the cat. He tilted his head to look at Luo Jingyu's sleeping face, thinking that this was the first time he saw Xiaoyu sleeping! He lay on his side on the bed with his clothes on, his long and thick eyelashes covering his lower eyelids. He was probably very tired and snored slightly.
This was also the first time that Zhan Xi heard Luo Jingyu's "voice".
Although it was a very light snoring, and the sound quality and timbre could not be heard, compared with his usual silent state even when laughing, his "voice" at this time could be clearly heard to be a male voice.
Zhan Xi looked at him blankly, knowing that there was nothing wrong with Xiaoyu's vocal organs. He couldn't speak only because he had been deaf since childhood and had no way to learn.
She also knew that many hearing-impaired children receive language training from a very young age with the help of professionals or parents. She found this information on the Internet after meeting Xiaoyu.
When looking up information, Zhan Xi couldn't help but wonder, did Xiaoyu have speech training when she was a child? Did she try to speak? Did she wear a hearing aid? Can she still get a cochlear implant
Is it possible for him to hear... even the slightest sound
Luo Jingyu had been sleeping for more than an hour. Even if Zhan Xi couldn't bear it, she had to wake him up to eat. She reached out and patted his arm that was exposed outside the quilt. The first two pats were light and he didn't respond. Zhan Xi could only increase the strength and couldn't help but shout: "Xiao Yu, wake up."
"Uh ah..." The sleeping man was suddenly awakened and let out a low groan unconsciously from his throat.
Zhan Xi's body shuddered. She heard clearly that this sound was different from the snoring just now. It was the sound made by the vibration of the fish's vocal cords. It was not loud or clear. It rolled out of the throat instinctively because of being frightened.
It is clearer that it is the voice of a young man.
Liwu was fully awake, and he put his front paws on Luo Jingyu's upper body, meowing.
Zhan Xi's mind was still reverberating with that brief shout. She did not feel any discomfort, but was pleasantly surprised. This was Xiao Yu's voice! She even wanted to hear more.
However, after Luo Jingyu opened her eyes, she regained consciousness and saw that it was Zhan Xi. A smile appeared on her lips, and as usual, she did not say anything else.
He sat up and rubbed his hair, then lazily typed something in sign language, but Zhan Xi didn't understand. Luo Jingyu sighed helplessly, took the phone and typed: How much sleep do I get
Before Zhan Xi answered, his index finger had already pointed to the time in the upper right corner of the phone, and he tapped his right forehead, indicating that he understood.
"I've had dinner. I've been waiting for you." Zhan Xi said, "Go to bed early tonight and don't stay up late."
Luo Jingyu smiled and nodded, got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom with Zhan Xi, not forgetting to bring out the gift.
When the four of them were having lunch together, Luo Jingyu took the lead in giving Zhan Xi a thumbs-up, and Zhong Peng and Mo Yang quickly followed. Zhan Xi felt that she was just showing off her skills in front of the chef. The chicken wings were too salty, and the meatball soup was bland. Only the tomato scrambled eggs performed well. After all, it was her only specialty, and it was indeed the most popular, and was swept away by the other three.
In the afternoon, Luo Jingyu and her two children started working together, taking out hot trowels to hot the cherry blossom petals.
The three of them were working diligently at the workbench, while Zhan Xi stayed beside Luo Jingyu and watched him emboss the flowers.
The cherry blossoms were permed petals by petals. There was a pile of dyed petals spread out next to his hand. Zhan Xi felt a headache just looking at them, but Luo Jingyu didn't seem annoyed at all.
He lowered his head, held the petals with tweezers in his left hand, and ironed them carefully with a hot iron in his right hand. He looked extremely focused, and his hands moved gracefully, calmly, and decisively.
Zhan Xi held his chin up and looked at him. He felt that a man who worked hard was so handsome and charming! Even though he kept perming cherry blossom petals, Zhan Xi couldn't bear to look away.
Unexpectedly, Luo Jingyu felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, and turned her head to look at her from time to time. Zhan Xi smiled at him, and Luo Jingyu pursed her lips and typed on her phone: Don't look at me, it's like the teacher is taking a test, I'm nervous.
Zhan Xi even confronted him: "I am your egg teacher!"
Luo Jingyu was speechless. Zhan Xi liked to see him being helpless with her. He laughed and lay in his arms, looking up and saying, "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore. You are busy. I'll go read a book over there."
She moved the orange chair to the glass sliding door, leaned on it, and actually took out a textbook for civil service exams to read.
The living room was warm, and the flower stand was right next to her, with the scent of unknown flowers drifting over. Wenwu first lay on a cushion, and then, probably because he was bored, he went to scratch Luo Jingyu's legs. Zhan Xi didn't want the kitten to disturb his work, so he held Wenwu on his lap and stroked its fur.
Not long after, she and the cat yawned at the same time. When Luo Jingyu turned around, she found that Zhan Xi had fallen asleep with his head tilted.
Sleeping like this will catch a cold - Luo Jingyu remembered that when she and Teacher Jidan first met, she went to the hospital for intravenous drip because of a cold and fever. He quickly got up and took a coat and gently put it on Zhanxi, but unfortunately Zhanxi was not asleep and was woken up with sleepy eyes.
Luo Jingyu pointed to the master bedroom, put her palms together on her cheeks, tilted her head and made a sleeping gesture. Zhan Xi shrugged his nose: "I don't want to sleep in your bed!"
She sat up straight and stretched, then stood up with her gift in her arms and said, "I'm home. I'm so bored."
Luo Jingyu looked at her with a somewhat confused look in her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed, and her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.
Zhan Xi already knew his expression and asked, "What's wrong, Xiaoyu?"
Luo Jingyu thought about it and typed a long sentence on her phone for her to see: Huanhuan, I need your help. I have to teach Chi Jiang next Saturday. I haven’t taught anyone else before, so I don’t know if Chi Jiang can understand. I want to try to teach you, is that okay
Oh no! What's the big deal? Xiaoyu is so confused about it.
Zhan Xi smiled and said, "Of course! You've been busy lately, and I was embarrassed to tell you. In fact, I've wanted to learn it for a long time. I think hot stamping is very interesting."
Seeing that she agreed immediately, Luo Jingyu was very happy and typed: It will take two or three hours to make a simple flower.
"It's okay. I'm free." Zhan Xi was eager to try, "What are you going to teach me to make? Lily? Rose? Cherry blossom?"
Luo Jingyu laughed and typed: Lily petals are big, rose petals are many, cherry blossom petals are small, I will teach you how to grow onion orchids, which require less cloth, are simple and cheap.
Zhan Xi: “…”
Simple is fine, but what does "cheap" mean? Is he afraid that she will waste his precious fabric
They did what they said. Zhan Xi happily moved his chair next to Luo Jingyu. Across the workbench, the two children watched them secretly and winked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.
The flower shape of the onion orchid is indeed relatively simple, and four types of fabrics are used. The petals are made of poplin, the receptacle is made of chiffon, and the flower stems and leaves are made of new satin medium paste and new satin solid paste. Luo Jingyu called the names of the fabrics on her mobile phone to show Zhan Xi. It was the first time Zhan Xi had come into contact with them, so naturally he couldn't remember them or tell them apart.
Luo Jingyu looked at her confused look, smiled, and demonstrated to her by drawing the shapes of petals, receptacles and leaves on white cloth. After Zhan Xi finished following the same pattern, Luo Jingyu taught her to cut out the flower-patterned cloth piece by piece in preparation for dyeing.
For Zhan Xi, dyeing is very interesting, just like painting. Luo Jingyu spread out newsprint, spread the small piece of cloth flat on the paper, mixed lemon yellow with water to make a very light yellow, held the petal cloth with tweezers in her left hand, and used a brush in her right hand to apply it to all the cloth.
It was easy, Zhan Xi followed along.
Then, while the fabric was still wet, Luo Jingyu mixed some light green and brushed it on the base of the petals, and also brushed a faint purple-red on the edges of the petals, creating a gradient effect.
This time, Zhan Xi showed his weakness when he started. He either applied too much green or too much purple-red. The colors looked wrong and he directly ruined two petals.
"I admit that I have clumsy hands." Zhan Xi looked at his own chubby hands, then at Luo Jingyu's hands that were beautiful enough to be a hand model, and felt very discouraged.
Of course Luo Jingyu wouldn't blame her and cut off two more petals for her.
Zhan Xi didn't dare to move, and pouted and said, "Just brush it yourself. I'm afraid you'll break it again."
Luo Jingyu shook her head and typed: I teach Chi Jiang, he is the one who does it, not me.
Zhan Xi knew that he was the guinea pig in the one-on-one teaching class, but he still played tricks on him: "What if Mr. Chi Jiang is smarter and more skillful than me? This has nothing to do with the teacher's level, it's because my hands are too clumsy!"
Looking at her righteous expression, Luo Jingyu didn't know what to say, and there was helplessness in her eyes when she looked at her.
Zhan Xi saw that he was at a loss, rolled his eyes, and pulled his sleeve. Luo Jingyu looked at her face carefully. Zhan Xi bit her lip and said, "How about... you teach me how to color it?"
Luo Jingyu: “…”
Luo Jingyu: "???!!!"
So, the two children opposite saw an astonishing scene—their kind yet strict Brother Luo was actually standing behind Sister Zhan, holding the back of her chair with his left hand and holding her right hand with his right hand, and the two of them were holding brushes together to color the fabric!
The posture is so good that if you don’t know, you would think they are teaching calligraphy!
The two children gasped and lowered their heads almost at the same time.
Mo Yang reached out and touched Zhong Peng, and signed to him under the table: When Teacher Zhou was teaching you how to color, did he teach you step by step
Zhong Peng also answered under the table: Of course not! I'm not stupid! Do you have any
Mo Yang: I don’t have it either, and Senior Brother Luo didn’t have it when he taught us!
Zhong Peng: Even if he wants to, I won’t agree!
Mo Yang was stunned, his cheeks flushed: “Then I do.”
Zhong Peng: You’re crazy, you’re not Sister Xiaozhan!
At this time, the two people sitting across the table were already immersed in their own world, and no one noticed the two children's peeping.
Zhan Xi sat on the chair, his heart beating very fast, like a drum, and his left hand, which was holding the cloth with tweezers, was shaking slightly.
My eyes quietly moved to my right hand and I saw the hand covering the back of my hand. The fingers were so slender, and the meridians on the back of my hand were clearly visible and moving!
His palm was warm against the back of her hand, and Zhan Xi felt his palms were sweating.
The man's body was right behind her, so close, and the scent of grass and wood on his body almost surrounded her, making her dare not breathe freely, for fear that she would sneeze again after taking a deep breath.
Zhan Xi thought to himself, how dare he make such a request! How could Xiao Yu really agree to it? He didn't refuse at all.
Couldn't he tell she was joking
Or did she not seem to be joking at all
She just... did it knowingly.
Luo Jingyu was no happier than Zhan Xi. He stood behind her, bending over. In front of him was her soft long hair, which still smelled of shampoo.
He couldn't hear her breathing, nor his own breathing, but he could feel his heart beating strongly.
Unbelievably, he touched Huanhuan's hand!
He had seen those hands countless times, white and tender, with fleshy fingers and backs of the hands just as she said.
But this is the first touch!
It was very soft, very smooth, and a little cool, and small, much smaller than his hand, so he could wrap it completely around it.
Zhong Peng and Mo Yang really want to see what kind of stunning flower petals can be dyed with such a novel teaching mode of heat transfer and dyeing!
As a result, while they were secretly expecting each other, the experienced teacher Luo made his first mistake in recent years and dyed a petal that was uglier than the one Zhan Xi had dyed himself.
Zhong Peng, Mo Yang: "..."
Luo Jingyu fell silent in front of the petal, while Zhan Xi bowed her head and said nothing. Luo Jingyu cut out another petal, but this time, Zhan Xi refused to dye it herself, so Luo Jingyu had no choice but to help her dye it.
After all the fabrics are dyed, they need to be dried naturally.
Because of what happened before, Luo Jingyu didn't dare to look at Zhan Xi, and Zhan Xi didn't dare to look at him. Their two hands were hidden under the table, twisting each other, and the back of his right hand seemed to still retain the warmth of his palm.
In order to ease the atmosphere, Luo Jingyu made a cup of coffee for everyone.
In his home, Zhanxi also has a white mug of his own with a kitty cat pattern printed on it.
Zhong Peng and Mo Yang were using exactly the same ordinary cups. After seeing Zhan Xi's cup, they looked at each other and felt that there was nothing to say. If this was not considered as solid evidence, then it was an insult to their IQ!
After finishing the fragrant coffee and drying the fabrics, Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi sat down at the workbench again, and he taught her how to make flower stems and stamens.
There was no need for verbal communication, Luo Jingyu did it, and Zhan Xi followed. During this process, their eyes made contact several times, but every time, as soon as their eyes met, he or she would look away in panic.
The remaining one, she or he, will boldly stare at the other. Look at the pair of drooping eyes, thin eyelids, and fluttering eyelashes; look at the blush on the cheeks, the color is like the cherry blossoms on the workbench; look at the slightly parted lips, and wonder if they are like themselves, with countless thoughts to tell.
Finally it's the trowel's turn.
Luo Jingyu put down the ironing pad, took out a small ironing trowel, and typed to Zhan Xi: This is a trowel, it's very hot, be careful.
Zhan Xi nodded and saw Luo Jingyu replace the heating handle of the flower iron with a trowel. After turning on the power for heating, she ironed a curled edge on the back of each petal and the receptacle.
Ironing is the most important step in the process of ironing flowers, and it is also the step that best reflects the craftsman's skills. The petals of each flower have their own curling shape and amplitude. The craftsman must be very familiar with this flower shape, and after countless times of practice, he can operate it with ease during the ironing process, so that the flowers can be presented most perfectly.
Luo Jingyu was able to do it very well, and even the two children came over to watch.
After Zhan Xi finished reading it, his brain said: I get it!
As soon as it was hot, my hand said: No, you can't.
She was still in a panic, but it was too dangerous to teach how to use the trowel step by step. Luo Jingyu could only stare at her intently, not afraid that she would burn the petals, but afraid that she would hurt herself.
Finally, all the petals and receptacles were ironed, and they looked very clear. The leaves of the onion orchid were thin and long, so there was no need to use a knife or trowel to iron out the veins. Luo Jingyu took out the soft glue and began to teach Zhan Xi how to assemble it.
Zhan Xi felt that the whole process was just like the manual labor class he took as a child, which was very interesting.
Under Luo Jingyu's skillful hands, the flower stems, stamens, petals and leaves gradually came together to form a pure and beautiful onion orchid.
Zhan Xi's flower was also successfully completed. Although it was not made entirely by her, and it was not as beautiful as the one made by Luo Jingyu, it still made her happy enough. She held the small white flower with her fingers, looked at it over and over again, and smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth.
Before I knew it, it was dark and it was already past 6 o'clock.
Zhong Peng and Mo Yang didn't dare to disturb the two people who were showing their affection before. Now that they saw Hua finally finished, they felt relieved. Zhong Peng signed to Luo Jingyu: Senior brother, we are going to get off work.
Luo Jingyu then realized that it was already very late, and quickly replied: Thank you for your hard work, you can go home now, and be careful on the road.
The two children pushed each other out of the door, leaving only Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi at home. They looked at each other and blushed in tacit understanding.
Luo Jingyu asked Zhanxi if he wanted to stay for dinner, but Zhanxi was too confused and declined. Luo Jingyu also felt that it was not appropriate for them to be alone together at this time. She didn't know what Zhanxi was thinking, but he urgently needed to breathe some fresh air to put out the bubbles in his head. This afternoon was tough, and he was almost out of breath.
Zhan Xi brought the gift home and put the onion orchid into a glass vase as soon as he entered the door.
She stared at the flowers in the vase for a long time, then suddenly lay down on the table and buried her head in her arms.
That night, Zhan Xi didn't fall asleep until very late.
She knew things were getting out of control.
Unconsciously, she felt a kind of throbbing in her heart that she had never experienced before.
Someone quietly walked into her heart.
He is quiet, considerate, gentle, tolerant... and shy, which is very cute.
He wasn't the witty, humorous, and eloquent person she had imagined, but he could often make her laugh.
He is very tall, has a clean and refreshing temperament, and has a very good appearance!
He's also an artist! A really cool one!
But, it still doesn’t work!!
Zhan Xi pulled the quilt over his head, his legs tumbling in the quilt, thinking, what should I do? What should I do? What should I do
Luo Jingyu is a deaf-mute.
If his mother knew about this, he would probably be made into a spicy dried fish!
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In the following week, Zhan Xi restrained himself and only went to Luo Jingyu's house for dinner during the week. It was because Zhong Peng and Mo Yang had to work overtime, and Xiaoyu cooked several dishes before calling her up to eat together.
Apart from this, they never met alone again.
Zhan Xi actually missed Xiaoyu very much, but he didn't dare to meet him. He had that dinner just to confirm it.
After seeing him, her heart started pounding again and she was so scared that she almost ran away, but she couldn't bear to leave. In the end, she stayed in the kitchen reluctantly, watching him cook and "chatting" with him.
Xiaoyu's attitude towards her is equally confusing.
Although Zhan Xi has never been in love, she is not a fool. She would definitely not believe that Xiaoyu has no thoughts about her at all.
I just don’t know what Xiaoyu is thinking. The relationship between them is still safe at the moment, so would he want to take a step closer
Did he think about the consequences? Did he think about the future? Did he think about the difficulties and obstacles? Or did he just enjoy the present moment like Luo Xinran did
Even though you know there will be no result, as long as you like the person, you dare to get close to him/her, no matter what will happen tomorrow
No! No no no no no no, Zhan Xi is not Luo Xinran. She understands this view of love, but cannot accept it.
Moreover, based on her understanding of Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu is not such a person.
Another Sunday came, and on this day, Mr. Chi Jiang went to Luo Jingyu's house to learn how to make cherry blossom hair combs.
Zhong Peng and Mo Yang had a day off, so Zhan Xi naturally wouldn't go upstairs to disturb them. Dong Cheng accompanied Mr. Chi Jiang to Qingque Jiayuan, and Ji Hongzhe, as an indispensable sign language interpreter, was once again invited by Luo Jingyu to help.
Having had experience in teaching Zhan Xi, Luo Jingyu seemed much more confident when teaching Mr. Chi Jiang how to make a hair comb. She taught him each step one by one, and with the help of Ji Hongzhe and Dong Cheng's translation, Mr. Chi Jiang became very interested and enjoyed learning.
Several diamonds were inlaid on the metal pistil. This was Luo Jingyu's first time helping to make diamond jewelry, and she felt somewhat emotional.
He thought that Mr. Ikee must love his wife very much, as he spent a lot of money on this birthday party, including a kimono worth more than one million RMB and a diamond of considerable carat weight. It was no wonder that she bargained with him under the cherry tree.
The whole teaching went smoothly. At 3 pm, the Yaezakura diamond hair comb was finished. Luo Jingyu first found a simple gift box to help Mr. Chi Jiang put it in. After Mr. Chi Jiang sincerely thanked him, he took the hair comb and left with Dong Cheng.
Ji Hongzhe was busy all day and was very interested in Luo Jingyu's home and studio. He visited every room. Luo Jingyu asked him in sign language: Do you have a date tonight? If not, please stay for dinner. Thank you so much today.
Ji Hongzhe squinted at him and replied in sign language: I want to eat the beer duck you make. I haven’t eaten it for a long time. Do you still know how to make it now
Luo Jingyu smiled: "Of course I will, but can I invite another friend to come over for dinner?" She lives downstairs.
Ji Hongzhe asked: Female
Luo Jingyu: “…”
Ji Hongzhe laughed, patted Luo Jingyu on the shoulder, and said, "You can yell as much as you want, as long as you don't think I'm a light bulb."
After seeing his lip movements clearly, Luo Jingyu quickly explained: There is nothing between her and me, so don’t say anything nonsense later.
Ji Hongzhe nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand. When I was dating a girlfriend, your hair hadn't even grown out yet!"
This guy has been talking nonsense like this since he was young. Luo Jingyu can't do anything about him, so she asks Ji Hongzhe to wait at home while he goes out to buy vegetables and make beer duck.
After buying groceries, Luo Jingyu sent a WeChat message to Zhan Xi on the way home, asking her to come over for dinner in the evening, saying that since his childhood friend was coming as a guest, it would be more lively with three people, and he could also cook more dishes.
Zhan Xi thought that it wouldn't be too awkward with a third person present, so he agreed.
When Luo Jingyu got home, Zhan Xi also came upstairs with gifts.
Luo Jingyu was cooking in the kitchen when the small light bulb above the door lit up. Luo Jingyu stuck her head out, indicating that her hands were dirty, and asked Ji Hongzhe to help open the door.
Ji Hongzhe staggered to the door, opened it, and met Zhan Xi outside.
Zhan Xi: “…”
Ji Hongzhe: “…”
Luo Jingyu wiped her hands and walked over, happily took the gift and held it in her arms, and then got slippers for Zhan Xi.
He pointed at Zhan Xi and signed to Ji Hongzhe: This is my friend, please introduce yourselves.
Ji Hongzhe regained his composure, cleared his throat and smiled politely at Zhan Xi: "Hello, I am Xiaoyu's childhood friend, Ji Hongzhe, Ji as in commemoration, Hong as in Xu Beihong, and Zhe as in philosophy."
Zhan Xi also smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Xiaoyu's...neighbor, my name is Zhan Xi."
Luo Jingyu: “???”
Huh? How did we become neighbors? Aren’t we friends? ：，，.