Guan Lang and Qin Yanxi chatted a little on the phone.

However, because Qin Yanxi still had to go to work in the afternoon, she didn't talk for long.

After hanging up the phone, Guan Lang was slightly stunned, always feeling that something was wrong.

That's right!

Didn't you say before to teach her to swim?

How did it suddenly become like a family going out to play the Dragon Boat Festival.

Although, he likes this feeling.

Going out with people who know each other well is lively and has a more festive atmosphere.

......

Yesterday there were two books left on the animation design process and principles to read.

Guan Lang lay on the sofa, gently flipping the pages.

In the quiet living room, there is only the crisp sound of the pages of a book.

Reading books about painting is not boring, and it is much easier than reading some books on the history of architecture.

After reading two books, his skill level for animation concept drawing has been increased to level 1 (4/5).

Just by reading a few books, his skill level and experience have increased a lot.

is about to reach the level of level 2, and according to his understanding, the level of level 2 animation concept painting should be equivalent to the level of those weaker concept artists.

Level 3 is the backbone of the original art, and Level 4 is the level of the industry's famous original artist.

Level 2 can already be considered a weak class level to some extent.

And he approached this level just by reading a few books, and it is not an exaggeration to praise the rapid progress.

What he lacks now is the experience of actually being involved in animation and learning more techniques and observing the dynamics of the human body.

Putting down the book, he felt that his understanding of the original painting had deepened a little.

A doorbell rang outside the door.

Guan Lang trotted over and opened the door.

Qin Yanxi was standing outside the door, holding a big bag with some difficulty in both hands.

Affected by the gravity of the bag, her body unconsciously tilted to one side at several angles.

Guan Lang took the bag and weighed it a few times with a light weight.

"So heavy, so much?" Guan Lang said with emotion, while bringing Qin Yanxi into the living room.

A white figure suddenly leapt to his feet.

Guan Lang looked down at Qianqiu, a little speechless.

Does this little guy have a dog's nose? As soon as he smells of food, he immediately rushes to it.

Does it know what it is?

"Qianqiu, come and give my sister a hug. Qin Yanxi leaned over and wanted to pick up Qianqiu from the ground.

Unexpectedly, he jumped dexterously, stepped on her shoulder, and jumped onto Guan Lang's shoulder in an instant, and the cat's paw gently beckoned to the bag that Guan Lang was carrying.

"It's so fragrant!" Guan Lang also sniffed lightly through the bag.

A fragrance of zongzi leaves and the sweet aroma of glutinous rice, light yellow and pork belly are wafting out.

After swallowing his saliva, even if it was cold and not heated yet, Guan Lang felt his appetite wider.

Sure enough, it was a woman with fourth-level cooking skills in his guess, and her skills were really extraordinary.

"I'll go cook a few first. Guan Lang, whose stomach couldn't help but scream, walked towards the kitchen with the bag.

Qin Yanxi took advantage of the situation to hug Qianqiu, who was put back on the sofa by Guan Lang.

Even if she had been fed cat food for three days, she could barely hold it for a while.

She sat on the couch and looked out into the living room.

She hasn't come to Guan Lang many times, but the familiar relationship between the two won't make her restrained.

The first thing I noticed was that the cleanliness in the apartment was outrageous.

She vaguely remembered that during the three days that Qianqiu lived there, cat hair could be seen everywhere on the floor and sofa at home.

But in the living room of Guan Lang here, except for a few white hairs left in the place where Qianqiu was lying just now, there are no hairs anywhere else, and there are no dust and shoe print stains visible to the naked eye on the ground.

Even some of the corners are horribly less dusty.

Looking at this spotless hygiene, she couldn't help but burst out of her head: The boy's home is clean and smellless, either a pseudo-mother or gay.

Phew!

She clutched her cheeks and shook her head quickly, shaking the horrible thoughts out of her mind.

It's just prejudice.

Yes, bias.

If Guan Lang knew that Qin Yanxi had slandered him in his heart before, he would definitely be depressed for a long time.

He thought that she was coming to the house, and deliberately used Tai Chi to clean the house and give a good impression.

Guan Lang in the kitchen rubbed his hands eagerly and waited for the heated zongzi to come out of the pot.

The mist with the smell of rice dumplings gradually filled the entire apartment.

Smelling the strong fragrance of zongzi, he gradually felt the smell of the Dragon Boat Festival in the misty water vapor.

On the fifth day of May, it is Duanyang, the door is inserted, the fragrance is full, the rice dumplings are eaten, the sugar is sprinkled, and the dragon boat is launched into the water.

Guan Lang was a picky eater when he was a child, and he didn't eat any fatty meat, but the pork belly in zongzi was an exception.

Later, he also analyzed the reasons behind it, thinking that it might be that he was too eager to eat when he was a child, and he didn't notice that there was fat mixed in it, and when he later knew about it, he got used to it, but in the final analysis, it was still hypocritical.

Guan Lang opened the pot, and the heat came to his face.

Carrying a string of tied triangular rice dumplings and putting them on the plate, he walked out of the living room with a smile on his face.

"Sister Xi, steamed zongzi ......" Before he finished speaking, he slowly swallowed it into his stomach.

Because he noticed that he didn't know when Qin Yanxi had fallen asleep on the sofa.

And Chiaki also curled up in a ball and fell asleep beside her.

"Are you too tired?"

Guan Lang thought that the dumplings she brought him alone were more than a dozen catties.

Don't know how long it will take to wrap just the bag?

Gently place the plate on the dining table.

Guan Lang saw that she was sleeping soundly, and couldn't bear to wake her up, so he silently went to the wardrobe in the room and took a clean spare quilt and gently covered her with it.

Gently dragging the back of her head, he shoved the pillow behind her head with a very light movement.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen Qin Yanxi's sleeping position.

Feel it, it's very quiet.

Like a sleeping baby, his hands are tightly clasped on the pillow.

His lips were slightly open, and he could hear the sound of very light breathing and muttered dreams.

She lay on the couch, her long, waterfall-like hair spread out slightly.

Under the faint willow eyebrows, the eyelids moved slightly, the nose was very beautiful, the cheeks were flushed with light red, the mouth was gently pouted, and there were two shallow bags on both sides.

It's so beautiful.

Guan Lang stared at Qin Yanxi's face silently for a long time, his cheeks slightly reddened.

This should also be the first time he has looked at Qin Yanxi's face for a long time, and at this moment, he actually felt that this familiar face was a little unfamiliar, and he couldn't help but feel a little throbbing in his heart.

"Hmm. Qin Yanxi suddenly snorted, kicked her thigh lightly, and lifted the thin quilt on her body under the sofa.

Guan Lang was taken aback, but fortunately, Qin Yanxi did not wake up.

He rubbed his cheeks and quickly got up to eat zongzi.

Zongzi should be eaten while it is hot, and if you don't eat it, it should be cold.

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