After Huo Feng opened the door and let Zuo go in again, he said, "You wait for me, it'll be fine immediately." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zuo Zai smiled and said, "Okay."

When Zuo entered the door again, he found that Huo Feng was really cooking.

But Zuo Zai still prefers to see "Goodbye Chopin" playing the piano.

Not long after, Huo Feng brought over a bowl of noodles.

It's just this side, it's really ......

It's a bit chilly.

The clear soup is watery, except for a few pieces of greens, there is nothing, and it doesn't smell like anything.

Huo Feng's bowl of noodles and the bowl of noodles that Xiang Min made for Zuo Zai in the morning, no matter how you look at it, there are dozens of grades behind.

Zuo Zai is a foodie, and now is a little hungry, but in the face of the bowl of noodles in front of him, he has no appetite at all.

But Zuo Zai still picked up the chopsticks, she didn't want to hurt others because of her picky mouth. After all, Huo Feng specially cooked longevity noodles for her, and no matter how bad her cooking skills were, she was well-intentioned.

"It's not good yet, you can eat it later." Huo Feng stopped Zuo Zai's move to take the chopsticks in time.

Looking at Huo Feng again, it seemed that he was planning to get something. Is it because she is afraid that she will not have enough to eat? Want a second bowl? Or maybe another plate of vegetables without the spices?

Zuo Zai really wanted to tell Huo Feng that she was actually quite good at cooking, so let her come.

But before today, the two of them hadn't been in touch for half a year, and Zuo Zai felt that it was a bit inappropriate to take over what Huo Feng was doing at this time. Doesn't this show off his cooking skills and discourage Huo Feng's enthusiasm by the way?

The things that make people unable to get off the stage have never been what Zuo Zai likes to do, not to mention, people are definitely out of good intentions, obviously he is a novice chef, and he has to cook himself.

If it's unpalatable, it's unpalatable, and it's over forbearance, and Zuo comforted himself in his heart.

Sure enough, Huo Feng brought another bowl of noodles, the same as the bowl just now, boiled noodles and a few green vegetables.

"There's another bowl, you wait a little longer, and it'll be fine in no time." After Huo Feng finished speaking, he went to the kitchen again.

Zuo looked at the two bowls of authentic "clear soup" noodles in front of him, and wanted to laugh for no reason. These two bowls of noodles made Zuo Zai feel a little helpless, and they were very cute.

Huo Feng didn't see Zuo Zai's expression, he quickly brought another big bowl, several times larger than the bowl he had just filled with noodles.

Is this going to serve another pot of noodles? Even if it's particularly delicious, you can't eat so much, right?

When Huo Feng approached with the big bowl in his hand, Zuo Zai suddenly smelled a familiar smell.

Huo Feng put the bowl down, beat three spoonfuls of the contents of the bowl and poured it on Zuo Zai's noodles, and then added the same amount to another bowl of noodles.

A big bowl of black and autumn, there is still a lot left after the fight.

Zuo took a closer look at the smell and was a little stunned.

"I tried it for almost a year before I felt that I had made the taste of the braised pork candle you gave me, you can taste it, is it almost the same." When Huo Feng said this, his face was still a little embarrassed, if the employees of Huo's Real Estate saw the CEO's expression now, they would all be shocked.

Zuo Zai felt a little incredible, she picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork in her mouth. It's really not much different from the braised pork made by her mother, and even she doesn't necessarily make it so similar to her own cooking.

can only make braised pork, Zuo Zai heard Huo Feng jokingly talk about it, but when it really came to "seeing is believing", Zuo Zai still couldn't believe it.

How many attempts does a person who can't cook have to make such braised pork? And it's not that I've eaten it, it's just smelled it.

Huo Feng in front of him once again surprised Zuo Zai. She quietly ate the entire bowl of noodles.

Huo Feng was also eating noodles, and neither of them spoke while eating noodles.

After eating the noodles, Zuo looked up at Huo Feng again.

Huo Feng had been looking at Zuo Zai, his noodles were eating more slowly than Zuo Zai, and when he found Zuo Zai staring at himself, Huo Feng said, "Do you want to wait for me at the piano, I'll go over immediately." ”

"Okay." Zuo walked up to Huo Feng's piano and tapped a few times on the keys with one finger, she couldn't play, that is, she knocked aimlessly, except for the triangle, she couldn't play any instrument.

Can a triangle also be considered a musical instrument?

Who says no? Symphony orchestras have it. Why can't it be counted?

When Huo Feng came over, he had a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand.

Huo Feng handed one of the cups to Zuo Zai: "I heard that you like this wine." ”

Zuo didn't know how many surprises Huo Feng would bring to himself that night, because Huo Feng gave her a glass of WilliOpitz's Gewürztraminer noble rot.

"Who did you listen to?" Zuo asked Huo Feng again.

"After you left that day, the owner of the winery told me that you liked this wine very much, and I bought a lot of it, but the owner said that the wine would be better if it was left for a few more years, at least until 2018, so I left it with him first, and I only brought back two bottles before it was bottled. One of the bottles was drunk by me as soon as I came back...... I want to see what you like the taste...... The remaining bottle has never been opened. Huo Feng answered Zuo Zai's question.

Zuo didn't speak again, she had a warm smile on her face, and then looked at Huo Feng with her talking eyes.

Huo Feng was looked at like this by Zuo Zai, and he began to be a little embarrassed again, this feeling of shyness made Huo Feng's heart full of surprise.

"I'll play "Happy Birthday Song" for you." Huo Feng smiled and said to Zuo.

Zuo Zai was standing beside him, and such a scene made Huo Feng's always cold face have a warm smile.

Huo Feng played "Happy Birthday Song" to Zuo twelve times in one go.

In the previous eleven times, the accompaniment is very special, from Chopin's "Puppy Waltz" version in 2003, to "Winter Wind" version in 2005, and then to various scherzo versions of "Happy Birthday Song".

From 13 to 24 years old, in the past eleven years, Huo Feng has presented each version of Zuo Zai's adaptation one by one.

Huo Feng's "Happy Birthday Song" has accompanied Zuo Zai from childhood to blooming every year, with memories every time.

Huo Feng's eleven times "Happy Birthday Song" made Zuo Zai's eyes red.

At the last time, Huo Feng only used one hand, he raised his head and glanced at Zuo Zai: "I...... This year...... Originally...... Unprepared. ”

Accompanied by the simplest notes played by his right hand, Huo Feng gently sang "Happy Birthday Song" to Zuo Zai.

This twelfth time, which didn't even have the accompaniment of the left hand, made Zuo Zai burst into tears.

When Huo Feng finished singing, Zuo Zai's eyes were full of tears, but he was smiling.

"You...... It's not that ...... Is there a phrase to ask me what I mean? Zuo Zai's tone of voice was still a little choked.

"I thought I had misheard, but now I understand the meaning of that sentence, he said that day, 'Xiao Zuo seems to like you, you give her a little time', it's just ...... I'm still ...... A little uncertain...... Half a year, is it enough? Huo Feng asked this question carefully.

"Enough." Zuo cried and smiled brightly, and the answer was only this one word.

There are no superfluous words, and in the face of such Huo Feng, any kind of language seems pale and weak.

Zuo handed another wine glass to Huo Feng, and touched the cup in his hand with Huo Feng's hand.

Huo Feng was a little unconvinced: "Really? ”

"Really." Zuo gave Huo Feng an affirmative look.

"Then what your chairman said is also true?" Huo Feng actually wanted to ask, "Do you really like me", but when he finally asked, he chose a more tactful way.

The divorce of his parents left a big shadow on Huo Feng's psychology, Huo Feng's greatest fear was to give his feelings, and he really couldn't help but get bruised because of his only love.

In the past six months, only he knows how struggled, depressed, and painful Huo Feng's heart is. Huo Feng could no longer bear the negative answer given by Zuo Zai. He wanted to ask, but in the end he was still a little timid.

"Well, it's true." Zuo Zai's gaze never left Huo Feng.

Zuo Zai's firm eyes smoothed all of Huo Feng's wounds. The wounds that he had been licking alone for so long, but were getting deeper and deeper.

It turns out that as long as one look is enough.

Huo Feng got up and hugged Zuo Zai.

A gentle, extremely tender hug.

(End of Volume 2)

In today's chapter, the word count is a little more than usual.

When Xiaomo finished writing the second volume, he suddenly wanted to write the full text directly.

At this point in the story, Xiaomo feels that it is actually enough.

Writing a book is a lonely practice.

This kind of loneliness has never appeared in Xiaomo's past life.

So, Xiaomo has recently become a child who needs to be comforted.

is too deep into the play, and often cries.

Perhaps, Xiaomo's story can only move herself.

But that's enough, isn't it?

Will there be any more in Volume 3?

Xiaomo is already tired, why are black fans still tireless?

Thank-you-all-for-being-with-Mo.