After he finished speaking, he picked a knife of the right size from the shelf, cut the tomatoes into six pieces, and asked him without looking up, "Is it right that I can give way after cutting the tomatoes?"
Tong Yan didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear it.
She has never exposed many emotions in front of anyone. Even at home, she still maintains a careless and careless expression. Cry or something, only when you can't hold it at all.
Gu Pingsheng turned his head to look at her: "What's the matter?"
"I don't know," Tong Yan exhaled, "I think I was crying by you."
He listened funny, picked up the petaled tomatoes and fed them to her mouth: "Don't cry, I won't comfort people."
"Then you still said such sensational things..." She blinked, feeling almost unable to hold on. When the tears were almost full of her eyes, she immediately buried her face in his arms, and Gu Ping had to put down the knife again and hugged her to coax. For a long time.
After thinking about it, Tong Yan couldn't remember exactly what he said.
It was only very impressive to judge that he really wouldn't coax people.
The door was suddenly opened. Gu Pingfan just wanted to say something when he saw Tong Yan jump away from Gu Pingsheng’s arms, his eyes were still red, and he couldn’t help laughing: “Can I come in?”
Gu Ping was too lazy to care about her, so he picked up a petal of tomato and ate it into his mouth.
Gu Pingfan closed the door, embraced Tong Yan’s shoulders affectionately, and said in her ear, “Tell you quietly, he never coaxes his girlfriend. When I went to see him before, I saw a beautiful blonde woman in him. In the room, he was crying hysterically, but he sat on the sofa and let his girlfriend throw things. He just read a book," Gu Pingfan said, pursing his lips and laughing, "If I can't stand it, he probably needs to push him when he is in love. Wouldn’t it be boring?"
"Fortunately..." Tong Yan tried to recall, it seemed that Gu Ping was still quite good at talking, "Ms. Gu is very good."
"Good? How good?" Gu Pingfan looked at her curiously.
…
Tong Yan is a little embarrassed, what do you say about this kind of problem
She was a little blushed by Gu Pingfan, and was asked such a question by a 30-year-old woman, who was Gu Pingsheng’s cousin... It was really weird. Fortunately, Gu Pingfan is not a very gossip. He just smiled unkindly at Gu Pingsheng, and then turned to the topic, to the effect that he had arranged a review for him or something.
The two people just said a few words, and they were unclear.
Tong Yan threw a few dumplings into the boiling water, pretending not to understand.
Because the stove was turned on, the kitchen quickly heated up.
When Gu Pingfan left, the water happened to boil for the second time.
She took a bowl of cold water, poured it into boiling water, and the thumping dumplings calmed down again. Gu Ping gave her a small piece of tomatoes from time to time, until the last two tomatoes that were ready to make soup were eaten by both of them. She turned her head and glanced at the chopping board with only light red juice, and complained to him: "I knew you were going to eat it raw, so I would add some sugar to the salad."
He smiled and leaned in naturally. When he was about to kiss, Tong Yan's cell phone rang.
"I have text messages." Tong Yan turned his head to avoid him and took out his mobile phone.
The unfamiliar number, in a familiar tone, is Fang Yunyun: Is there time these days? I want to invite you to dinner.
The tone was plain like an ordinary old classmate. If it weren't for Lu Bei's relationship, maybe she was really just an old classmate and a good friend.
Tong Yan pressed the shutdown button, put the phone back in his pocket, and continued to cook dumplings carefully. When the water boiled for the third time, it boiled for a long time, but she stared at the water without any response.
Standing behind him, Gu Pingsheng put his chin on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "Tong Yan Wuji, the dumplings are almost cooked."
As if waking up from a dream, Tong Yan hurriedly turned off the fire and filled him with dumplings.
Then he began to scramble for vinegar again, and at the end he was ready, handed him the chopsticks, Gu Pingsheng took it, ate a dumpling, pulled her over in the steaming white mist, and hugged her on his leg. Top: "I don't eat leeks, I'm allergic." She screamed and pointed to a plate of dumplings: "These are all leeks?"
"No," he recalled, "There should be pork and cabbage. I forgot to tell you just now."
In fact, the color difference between these two fillings can probably be seen through the dumpling wrapper.
But Tong Yan didn't feel relieved when he said that, so he picked up one and took a bite: "This is pork and cabbage."
I didn’t think it was right after I said it. I bite it before giving it to him...
Gu Pingsheng smiled slightly, bit half of the dumpling on her chopsticks, and ate it: "This method is good."
"You won't... let me bite before eating, right?" Tong Yan felt that doing this in his grandpa's kitchen in the middle of the night was too ambiguous.
"There is another way," Gu Pingsheng used chopsticks to poke a hole in the dumplings, "this is probably easier."
Tong Yan bit the head of his chopsticks and stared at him dumbfoundingly.
I didn't say it earlier...
He lowered his head to eat dumplings seriously.
Tong Yan likes to watch him eat and look good, but it is not the way of eating with a shelf.
Every time I watched him eat, I felt that what I cooked was particularly delicious.
Both of them panicked because of hunger, and they finished eating soon, and began to continue busy washing the dishes. This kind of project is Gu Pingsheng's main focus, Tong Yan at most takes a clean dishcloth, wipes clean water one by one, and puts them neatly in the cupboard.
I have been busy for a long time, but in fact I just had dinner together, and I was about to send her home.
Because it was too late, Gu Ping was afraid of not being able to get a taxi, so he drove her home by himself. When the car stopped downstairs, she was suddenly reluctant, just chatting with him, not willing to get off.
The air conditioner in the car was very warm. He was only wearing a shirt and the two buttons on the neckline were not tied. From her angle, the tattoos could be seen through the neckline. She has never carefully looked at the complete pattern on his body, and pointed to his shoulder curiously: "Your tattoo is from the forearm to the shoulder. What is the complete pattern?"
He followed her fingers and looked down at himself: "You have to take off your shirt to see everything."
Tong Yan blinked, blinked again, blushing.
She swears that she didn't mean it, and she definitely didn't mean to take the opportunity to eat tofu...
Gu Pingsheng saw her thoughts and flicked her forehead: "What's thinking in the little head?"
She rubbed her forehead, and suddenly thought of Gu Pingfan's words: "I was thinking, you seem to have not answered my question."
"what?"
"Your ex," her curiosity absolutely overwhelmed her desire to be jealous, "your sister said, your former girlfriend was a blonde? Beautiful?"
He probably didn't expect her to turn the topic so quickly. It seemed that after a while, he said: "It seems to be, but it was a long time ago."
So far, apart from the foreign students and foreign teachers at the school, she has not had much contact with other foreigners, especially the blonde beauty. She really has never seen it. She imagined the scenes in European and American TV dramas and tried to cover Gu Ping's life, but how awkward she thought... "Why is it a long time ago?"
Have you ever suffered any emotional injury
"When she saw my girlfriend, it should be in high school," he really began to confess very seriously. "At that time, I was young and liked girls very much for a few years. Then I suddenly felt that this kind of thing was very troublesome and started. Slowly shifted interest to other places."
"High school?" Tong Yan calculated silently, "It's really far away."
No wonder that on the first date, he came out after eating and sighed really that he had no experience. Finally, she took herself to the Mass... She wanted to laugh a little, and fiddled with the wind direction of the air conditioner. The warm wind blew into the palm of her hand, which was very comfortable.
"Where is the first love?" She insisted on asking him again, "Remember?"
"It's a Chinese," he gave a short answer, smiled, and unfastened her seat belt. "Satisfied?"
Where is satisfaction...
She narrowed her eyes and felt that she was looking for guilt, and when she looked, she was jealous again.
Still asked for it.
Tong Yan glanced at the watch on his wrist, 11:15.
"I'm very empty this holiday." She leaned on the passenger seat and looked at him, "What about you?" Recalling the whole evening, she seemed to have done nothing serious, and ran to his home near his house, in the bakery, hungry. I was in a daze while charging my mobile phone. In the end, I only saw each other for less than an hour and ate a plate of dumplings...
But after the whole night in this way, it relieved the restlessness during the day.
She looked at him and felt that nothing was important, as long as she was together.
"After these few days, nothing will happen to me." He took her down jacket in the back seat and handed it to her. "So you can tell me at any time as long as it is convenient for you to come out."
She hummed, took the down jacket and put it on. Just when she wanted to say something, she heard someone tap the car window behind her.
Tong Yan turned his head and his heart jumped sharply.
Grandma didn't know when she got down, so she walked to the car door on her side. If it hadn't been for knocking on the car window, even Gu Ping hadn't noticed. When he whispered to remind her to get off the car first, Tong Yan suddenly opened the door: "Why did you get off? It's so cold outside..."
Grandma's look was a little serious.
After putting on her down jacket and hat, he looked at Gu Pingsheng who got out of the car on the other side: "Teacher Gu, do you have time to talk?"
Gu Pingsheng got out of the car following Tong Yan, and didn't have time to put on his coat. In the strong north wind, the hem of his shirt was blown up by the wind, but he didn't mean to get in the car to get his clothes. He just nodded and said, "Okay, do you want to be here or go upstairs?"