A pair of cups turned the little girl into a patient. Although he thought she was funny, Zhang Heng was also happy in his heart. The simplicity of the little sister makes it very easy for her to be happy and satisfied. He was also affected, and the whole person became more relaxed as if he was infected. In fact, when he chose the cup, he just chose a simple one, and only later did he see the numbers on it. One life, one life, one life.

The future, or my whole life, is like the essay I wrote when I was a primary school student, if I came to the year 2000, no one can say what it would be. Simple, beautiful and ignorant longing, because I don't understand it, it is more precious.

In the morning, I saw her swinging on the playground, and I didn't see much sincerity in exercising, but I didn't have any distractions when I saw the handsome guy. The fourth child squeezed him beside him.

Second, is the little sister tired of you? Isn't it a muscular guy below?

Get lost.

The fourth obediently rolled out, and ran to the little junior sister in the direction of everyone. Zhang Heng sat in the stands, his eyes following the figure of the little junior sister. She flicked the ends of her hair and her cheeks flushed slightly. He saw her looking into the stands. Then keep running. When he arrived at the east gate, as he expected, he ran away.

He then stood up, laughing secretly, as he walked to the door. I saw her standing boredly in front of the stall of flatbread rolls and eggs, turning around with her head down, not knowing what she was doing. As soon as he arrived, he saw her deflated expression when she was caught, and hinted that she was doing it right. He remained silent and circled her home. When he got home, he didn't know how to punish her, in fact, it was just human nature, and he didn't think he needed to make a fuss about a little girl with a mouth full of sauce.

He had seen her have stomach problems, and the doctor said it was a stomach cold. But she was a child, and when she got better, she continued to ignore it. The exercise sucked so much cold air, and I ate all the way with the flatbread roll eggs. When she entered the house, she quickly asked her to drink water, and she turned the topic to buying a cup. Although he knew that she was deliberately diverting his attention, he was willing to accompany him.

For him, supermarkets are all about mechanical purchases to replenish reserves. Make a list, buy what you need, and never linger and hang out. Watching her buy a cup, she was furious, frowning as hard as she was doing her homework. Time passed slowly, but he didn't get bored at all. Looking at the trolley full of little girls' food and gadgets, I felt rich and warm in my heart. In the end, he helped her decide. She held it in her arms like a baby, but it was just a mug for a dozen dollars. He knew that she might be holding more than just a cup, but an innocent and transparent heart for him. He could always see her heart at a glance. He deliberately poisoned his tongue. He likes to watch her eat deflated, and he treats her well as if he is taking care of a small pet.

After eating, he accompanied her to wash the dishes, and he suddenly had a lifelong vision. Maybe in the future they will have two children, cook together, and after the meal the children do their homework, he and her will be busy in the kitchen together. He stood in the doorway and watched her put on her apron, carefully put the dishes back in place, emptied the dirt from the sink into the trash can, dipped the water with a rag, and then squeezed the water dry, folded it neatly, and put it next to the pool. The years are quiet. Because of her. Just standing here, looking at the lace of her apron, watching her clean up in her little yellow slippers, he felt very comfortable inexplicably, ironing. Will a man's sensuality flood because he falls in love with a woman?

The little girl finished cleaning up, took water in the kettle and boiled the water, and then turned around. He beckoned to her, and she walked over and asked him with her eyes what was the matter. She walked up to him, and he reached out and helped her unbuckle her apron from behind her back. She cooperated and reached out to take it off. He shook his apron and hung it next to his apron behind the kitchen door, one large and one small, looking harmonious and natural. Then he took her by the shoulders and turned her around, hugged her from behind, and pressed his chin against the top of her head. He felt her slight doubt, but she was unconditionally obedient, leaning obediently into his arms like a kitten. The water in the kettle began to sizzle, and he held her in one position, and the two of them stood in the small kitchen on top of each other, listening to the sound of the water slowly boiling, and watching the lid of the kettle be plopped by the hot air.

He let go of his hand, walked over to turn off the fire, and poured hot water into the thermos. There are still some left in the kettle. He smelled the aroma of coffee, and when he turned to see that she had already come in with two cups, she casually threw the small bag of instant coffee into the trash. Boiling water is poured over the coffee powder, and a rich aroma spreads. He used to drink coffee to refresh himself, in the middle of his project, when he got up to read on sleepless nights. It turns out that the coffee is so fragrant.