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I don't know if it's because of age, Cheng Jiayi is not particularly interested in things, and he always can't pay attention very much. Watching Ye Qingyun and her father play chess is like this, there is no way to force herself to pay attention to the position where the chess pieces fall, and there is no way to force herself to guess everyone's next consideration, so for her, the fun of watching chess is not in chess, but in observing the hands of two people is more interesting.

Ye Qingyun's hands are very good-looking, his skin is a healthy wheat color, and his hands may be exposed to more sunlight, so they are slightly darker than the color of his face, giving people a very powerful feeling. The fingers are long, the joints are slightly raised, the proportions are harmonious, and the nails are also well-proportioned rounded rectangles, to use an inappropriate metaphor, like an enlarged version of a slender hand, if I had to pick a suitable adjective, it would probably be "capable".

He used to use his thumb and middle finger to hold the chess pieces, and then when he was meditating, he rubbed the incave handwriting on the surface of the mahogany chess pieces back and forth with the tip of his index finger, and when he was holding the winning ticket, he calmly pressed the chess pieces on the opponent's captured chess pieces, pressed the index finger hard, and pinched the opponent's chess pieces with the thumb and middle finger, and pulled them away from below.

It was a very "man" and "sexy" hand, Cheng Jiayi couldn't help but think about it when he looked at it, when he was a child, his hand didn't seem to be so good-looking, he only remembered that it was a little bigger than his own, and then it was a little warmer.

When he was still his tablemate, the shyness caused by the boundaries of gender did not seem to be so obvious. That winter, Xia Xintong inadvertently touched Ye Qingyun's hand, and then quickly shook it with great excitement and sighed: "Wow! Your hands are so warm! Xiaoyi, come and touch it, it's super warm! ”

Cheng Jiayi, who was more precocious, timidly stretched out her hand, and Xia Xintong grabbed her: "Yes, our hands are almost the same, they are like ice cubes, you quickly shake his hand, it's like a stove!" ”

As he spoke, he took her hand and stuffed it into Ye Qingyun's palm, which was really warm. I still remember that he held it carefully for a while, as if he still had a little sweat and a slightly damp touch.

Later, under the influence of Xia Xintong's openness, Ye Qingyun became less twisted, and often contributed his warm hands to Xia Xintong's warmth.

And Cheng Jiayi had a few times when her fingers were frozen red in class, and she couldn't even hold the pen steadily, and she couldn't help but put her hand to her mouth to breathe hot, Ye Qingyun saw it, and naturally pulled her hand and wrapped it in her warm palm, afraid of being seen by the teacher, and hid it in the desk drawer, until she felt that her little hand was covered by herself and sweated, and then let go.

The silent and secret little actions of childhood, when recalled at this time, are so warm that people blush. It turns out that he already liked himself at that time, so what was he thinking about when he covered his hands?

Cheng Jiayi smiled sweetly unconsciously, recently, he often rubbed his head with this hand~

And Dad's hand, I haven't observed it carefully for a long, long time, and I have the impression that the strong, powerful and sturdy big hand always feels that anything can be done lightly in his hand, and the big hand that gives people a sense of security has been dyed with the color of aging by the years unconsciously. Knuckles are noticeably less flexible than they used to be, and calluses and wrinkles make the skin look rough and dull.

I thought that my father moved here to enjoy the joy of family, but now it seems that although there is joy, I probably have to work more.

From the honest hand of playing chess, it can be seen that Dad is a calm and trustworthy person, he is different from Ye Qingyun, he is used to holding chess pieces with his thumb and index finger in a down-to-earth manner, and every move is pinched steadily, and it is real.

Cheng Jiayi looked at his father's hand, and felt a faint distress in his heart. For the first time, I felt that my father was old, and I hadn't come back to visit them for more than a year for such a trivial thing as falling out of love, which made people feel guilty.

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The two people who were observed did not notice that Cheng Jiayi, who was watching the battle, was paying attention to their hands, and they were playing chess by themselves and playing chess attentively. You come and I don't make a difference, one afternoon down 3-3 to a draw, I wanted to have another game to decide the winner, Cheng's mother, who accompanied Cheng Quan's awakening at noon, walked to the living room with Cheng Quan, and urged unhappily: "Don't look at what time it is, hurry up and cook, you go down again, you are going to be hungry~"

Cheng's father replied unsatisfactorily: "Okay, okay, I know......"

Ye Qingyun smiled and packed up the chess pieces: "It's okay, uncle, next time I come to ask for advice, I should go back today." ”

Cheng's mother: "Qingyun, why do you want to go back?" I'm sure I'm going to stay overnight, it's only Saturday today, and you're not going to work tomorrow, so it's rare to come here and have an extra day......"

Cheng's father also helped: "Yes, it's rare to come once, what's the hurry, dinner has to be eaten here, it's troublesome for you to cook at noon, and you will definitely try my craftsmanship at night!" If there's nothing urgent tomorrow, just spend the night here, and you can play two more games with me tomorrow morning......"

Ye Qingyun looked at Cheng Jiayi with a smile and asked for her opinion. Cheng Jiayi nibbled on the apple, stared at this with wide eyes, and then looked at that.

Cheng's father and Cheng's mother immediately pointed their words at their daughter.

Cheng's mother: "Xiaoyi! ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Huh! ”

Cheng's father: "Do your own calculations, how long have you not been here, you always say that you are busy, and you don't know what you are busy with!" ”

Cheng Jiayi threw the finished apple into the trash, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "I know, I know!" Overnight stay! I'm busy, I'm not good! ”

Then he turned to Ye Qingyun: "Hey! If you have something to do tomorrow, go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow! ”

When Cheng's father heard this, he immediately interrupted: "We invited Xiao Ye to spend the night, are you so rushed!" ”

Cheng Jiayi smiled: "Okay, okay, since you are inviting him, let him spend the night, I'll go back first!" ”

Dad Cheng: "You...... Deliberately angry with us, right? ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Hey, hey, hey! ”

Ye Qingyun raised her hand and rubbed her head, looking at her eyes full of gentle smiles, and then there was still a smile on the corner of her lips, and she turned to Cheng's father and said, "I am free tomorrow and Sunday, so I don't know if the overnight will cause you trouble." ”

Cheng's mother: "It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, the guest room has been kept for Xiaoyi, the quilts are often dried, she just doesn't come, it's not troublesome at all, just stay and leave tomorrow." ”

Ye Qingyun replied with a smile: "Okay! ”

Cheng Jiayi's head was still covered by his big palm, and a body temperature a little higher than her was transmitted from the skin she touched, I don't know why, I didn't want to dodge it. She actually wants to stay with her parents more, so it is logical to spend the night, and there seems to be nothing bad about it.