The guests at home are still women, so naturally it is impossible for Qin Guanglin to accompany them, so why not cook.

If you come to a male friend, you won't be able to cook for Qin Guanglin, so why not accompany him.

So Qin Guanglin rolled up his sleeves, went into the kitchen, asked them to wait, and Tuk Tuk Tuk began to chop vegetables and prepare for lunch.

"It looks like it's the first time I've been here."

Why not pour a cup of tea and push it over to Gu Xiaoqing, seeing her looking up at the painting on the wall, she smiled: "It took him several days to draw it." ”

"Brother Qin is still an artist." Gu Xiaoqing exclaimed, the oil painting hanging on the wall on the beach was too eye-catching, even more eye-catching than the wedding photos of the young couple.

"Well, it used to be." Why don't you nod and follow her line of sight, "But after painting this painting, he said he would never paint again...... Now it's just drawing comics, art or something, it's gone. ”

"Alas...... Every time I see you, I have an urge to find someone to fall in love with. ”

Gu Xiaoqing sighed, played with his hat in his hand, and said, "But I have to be calm, not everyone is you." ”

"Almost, it's hard to be unhappy like you."

Why don't you smile, "We are the same kind of people, don't worry about it boldly, there will be good results." ”

"Which one?"

"Smart people."

"Hahaha...... Sister He, is this considered narcissism? ”

"No, I'm serious." Why don't you point your finger at your head, "You have this trait." ”

"Thank you, Sister He!"

Gu Xiaoqing didn't care, turned his head to look around, and was attracted by the pot of leek-like green plants next to the TV, "Ah, isn't that the ......?"

"Yes."

"I also have a pot, and I'll take a picture of it when it blooms."

While the two women were chatting, the chubby Qin Guanglin wore an apron, like a housewife, skillfully stir-fried the dishes and put them on the table, and then continued to go back to the kitchen to work.

The aroma of the food quickly filled the air, Gu Xiaoqing took a deep breath, and suddenly turned his head to look at the baby in the stroller.

This child must be very happy in the future.

"Come, try my craft, I often see your comments under the comics, that 'is Xiaoqing' nickname is you, right?"

"Wow, you still read the comments, Brother Qin, I thought you usually painted it and passed it on, so you didn't care."

Gu Xiaoqing glanced at the two of them in surprise, "Sister He, will you also watch it?" ”

"Occasionally, my adaptation, I definitely want to see it."

"Then eat, take me to see where you work after eating - is it pens and paper or something everywhere, the two of you sit on one side, and if you get stuck, you will ......"

She made up two people in the corner of the table, one drawing and the other writing, and there were scraps piled up on the ground, making trouble with each other when they were carving, imitating the plot of the book on the spot......

"No, we rarely work at the same time." Why don't you laugh, "Eat it." ”

"Uh-huh...... Delicious! ”

Gu Xiaoqing's eyes almost popped up with stars, as if he had eaten the little master's glowing egg fried rice, and his eyes looked at Qin Fatzi with sparkling eyes, making Qin Fatzi almost think that this thing was in love with him.

After the meal.

Visiting a circle of study, Xiaoqing was satisfied to see Qin Guanglin's unreleased manuscript - she also wanted to ensure that she would not spoil outside, and after thinking about it, it was all adapted from the content, and it was no different.

"Xiaoqing."

"Huh?"

Why didn't she call out, holding her daughter on the sofa and shaking it gently, seeing Gu Xiaoqing looking over, she thought about it, looked down at her daughter's little face, and said, "You...... Do you want to be her godmother? ”

Gu Xiaoqing was stunned, stood in place and tilted her head, and turned her gaze to the baby in swaddling clothes.

"I'm her godmother? May I? Her eyes lit up.

"If you agree, of course you can."

"That...... Brother Qin ...... "Gu Xiaoqing turned his head to look at the studio.

"It's okay with him."

"Ah, let me take my time."

Gu Xiaoqing closed her eyes, walked over and looked down at Xiao Anya, looking at her dark eyes, a trace of softness slowly appeared on her face.

"I'm going to be her godmother?"

"Do you want to?"

"Of course!"

……

Recognizing relatives is a more important thing, Gu Xiaoqing is not the little girl at the beginning, she is only one year younger than He Wu, and she is about to enter middle age, the two of them discussed it very seriously, and decided to wait for Anya to set up wine when she is full of age, and then do this thing together.

In the past six months, Gu Xiaoqing can also think about it, and if he changes his mind at that time, he will treat it as if nothing happened.

At dusk, why not send Gu Xiaoqing away, wave goodbye, and talk to Qin Guanglin about it when he comes back.

"Godmother?" Qin Guanglin was surprised, Xiao Yu still wanted to be his daughter's godfather at the beginning.

"Well, the very serious kind." Why don't you look serious and say that you are not talking about jokes.

"This ...... Well, multiple moms aren't a bad thing. ”

Qin Guanglin shrugged, it was nothing more than multiple relatives, why not usually be more homely, it would be good to have a very good friend.

He carried his daughter to the balcony to bask in the twilight sun, patted her back with his big hand, and looked into the distance, his eyes fell on the road outside through the leafy leaves.

There was the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen in the house, why not prepare dinner, Qin Guanglin frowned, took out his mobile phone with his free hand, searched for the word godmother, put away his mobile phone after a long time, and sighed when he looked at Changtian.

Leave it to her.

The night is getting dark, the stars are hanging in the sky, and the two people who have eaten dinner are walking with their daughters in strollers, so why not mention Gu Xiaoqing's matter.

"Always single? It's the same as my boss. He was a little surprised.

"Do you think they'll regret it later?" Why not look at the night sky with your hands behind your back.

"There's nothing to regret, it's all your own choice, if you listen to someone else's arrangement, you really regret it."

"Well, Xiaoqing has said that before."

Why don't you smile, "I let my daughter recognize her godfather, which can be regarded as helping her reduce some regrets - if she really plans to be single to the end." ”

The way of life of all people is reasonable, there is no need to understand each other, just respect.

"Really?" Qin Guanglin turned his head sideways when he heard this.

"Or else?"

"Nothing."

……

……

Moonlight sprinkled on a corner of the window.

The lamp was lit in the room, and Gu Xiaoqing's figure was crouching in front of the small desk, the tip of the pen moved slightly, leaving paragraphs of text on the diary.

- I thought that the stories were all beautified and artistically processed, and the stories were just stories.

Until today, I didn't know that the original story was real, there was really such a home, two people, the simple layout of the room, a group photo of two people on the wall, and oil paintings, Q version of the essay, flowers planted together, and a small room for my daughter.

The man became a fat man, wearing an apron and working in the kitchen full of oil smoke, in the study was the drawing board he had confiscated, and on the desk there was a parenting scripture, which seemed to have been turned over many times, and had been fried; The hostess has not changed much, probably because of the child, the whole person is more gentle than before, although she does not show anything in her words, but when she looks at that person, there is always a smile between her eyebrows.

I envy that kind of life, plain, warm, and it makes people feel the urge to find someone they like and stay with them for the rest of their lives.

Maybe...... I will really be influenced by them and change my mind.

No matter what the future holds, bless you, Sister He.

Closing the notebook, Gu Xiaoqing stretched out, propped her hand on her chin, and looked at the cold moon outside through the window, stunned.