So, Fu Nanli, who sent them to the entrance of the alley, had an excuse to 'enter the house'.

The house and yard are small, but the life is very heavy, very warm, clean and tidy, there is a small flower bed under the courtyard wall, there is a banyan tree in the yard, a persimmon tree by the wall, a ginkgo tree.

After such a toss, it was already evening.

I only ate half of the meal in Xiaotangshan before, and Wen Qiao was hungry: "I cook dumplings for you to eat?" ”

Wen Chi rolled up his sleeves: "I'll come." ”

"I'll come, you and Xiao Mo will do their homework."

Wen Qiao entered the kitchen, Fu Nanli followed him, Wen Qiao took out a large bag of dumplings from the freezer layer of the refrigerator: "This is simple, you don't need your help, you go and sit outside." ”

He leaned against the old elm door.

He didn't cook and wash his hands to make soup, so he didn't know where to start to help her, just look at it, and it should be enough to see too much.

"Let's boil an egg."

"Huh? Are you going to eat eggs? ”

"Cook it."

Wen Qiao boiled a boiled egg.

Cold water was added to the cauldron three times, and a large pot of dumplings was cooked, bubbling hot, her whole body was in the heat, her beauty was more fireworks, knocking on his heartstrings, more throbbing than dusk.

"Do you eat spicy?"

Fu Nanli stretched his brows: "Don't eat." ”

Wen Qiao mixed three kinds of sauces, sesame oil dish, vinegar dish, and chili dish, and carried them into the courtyard.

Fu Nanli didn't rush to eat the dumplings, but picked up the egg, took Wen Qiao's hand, and pressed the egg against the bruise on her head.

Wen Qiao's heartstrings moved, it turned out that the boiled eggs were for this.

"Does it still hurt?"

Wen Qiao shook his head: "It's okay, it's not broken, it'll be fine in two days." ”

Wen Chi: "How did you get it?" ”

"I accidentally bumped into it."

"You don't think I'm in trouble because something happens, right?"

"Dumplings can't stop your mouth, can they?"

Wen Chi was distressed and speechless: "Aren't you a very calm person?" Even if something happens to me, you don't want to. ”

"Shut up, nothing will happen."

Fu Nanli's fingers gently rolled the egg on her bruises, reflecting the sunset, her pupils were amber, glass-like, the thin green tendons under her eyes were clearly recognizable, the skin was like white glaze, and the fingertips pinched her chin, which was addictive to the touch.

"With me, there will be no problems, and I will settle things for you."

This sentence is light, but the weight is incomparably heavy.

Wen Qiao looked at him gratefully, "Thank you." ”

After eating, twilight was rising, and Wen Chi was diligent and took over the business of washing dishes.

"Look at your bedroom."

Wen Qiao led Fu Nanli to her bedroom, a very small room, but it was warmly dressed, with smoky pink sheets, plush toys lying at the head of the bed, a desk full of books, white curtains fluttering in the wind, the sunset falling on the floor, and a peaceful room.

He was so tall that he couldn't turn around when he entered the house.

Wen Qiao pulled out the music sheet on the table, to introduce him, and when he turned around, it was the man's embrace, and the man leaned on the brown lacquer wardrobe, naturally hugging her waist.

The wind blew the curtains, the dim light flickered on his handsome face, and Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat—

"This is the top 10 lute...... Hmmm......"

The man sealed her lips.

Like a bewitching male ghost hidden in the hut in a strange way, it makes people's hearts beat nonstop.

Woe to the water, woe to the water.

Who said that men can't be woes.

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