The earthquake did not cause any damage to Xu Zhonglin's house, but some of the delicate utensils in the house were broken, but they had been replaced by Chen Jun, and the whole house was very simple.

Dong Xiaokui parked the car outside the door so that she could use the car at any time if there was something to do. She sat in the living room for a while, remembering the first time she was here, the night she wore his shirt as a nightgown, rested here, slept in his arms. At that time, the relationship between the two was uncertain, and the future was confused. I don't know if this time we will be separated temporarily, or if we will never see each other again.

Now, when I returned to this room again, waiting for his possible arrival, it was a different mood. It's like a wife waiting for her husband's return, very anxious and determined.

Dong Xiaokui's mood was like flowers blooming in the sun, and she couldn't help but show a smile on her lips.

He should have bathed and changed his clothes first, and dressed up a little, otherwise he would see her and worry about her being haggard or something. You have to have a glorious image to see him. Although he didn't really care what she was like.

However, I was in a hurry in the morning, and I thought that I might return to Yunlai Town, so I didn't bring my clothes. After thinking about it, Dong Xiaokui decided to ravage Xu Zhonglin's shirt. Anyway, in this house, there are a lot of clothes for him.

Dong Xiaokui went upstairs to find his shirt as a pawn. Take a shower and change clothes, and also carry a mobile phone with you. I'm afraid that if I miss a phone call, I will miss this meeting. Because I miss him so much. Sometimes, Dong Xiaokui even feels that she has been separated from him for thousands of years.

Bathing and changing, the green silk is almost to the waist. She found the wooden hairpin she carried with her and curled it up, which was not as good as Xu Zhonglin, but it brought out a soft charm to her little face.

Dong Xiaokui looked at the mirror and saw that his face was not so tired, so he smiled at the mirror.

She waited in this huge house, and put on soft music, which was very quiet, just like the one put on Xu Zhonglin's car, as if it was nothing, just as a soft background. She shuttles around the house, cleaning rooms, arranging wardrobes and studyes. I was busy until after ten o'clock, when I heard the sound of a car outside the house.

Dong Xiaokui was reading a book, immediately put down the book, almost bounced up from the chair, put on the coat beside him, and ran out of the door. She was so excited that she ran straight to the door and pulled the door open with a loud noise. Only then did she see a person walking on the courtyard path, and she could see through the street lamp that it was not Xu Zhonglin, but Chen Jun.

Dong Xiaokui was stunned, only leaned against the door, did not speak, and the "Zhong Lin" in his throat did not speak. It was about her opening the door too loudly, and Chen Jun shouted on the courtyard path: "Miss Dong? The tone was confused.

"Hmm. You're here. Dong Xiaokui replied, and immediately asked again: "Are the materials ready?" ”

"It's all ready. I've already killed and washed the chicken you wanted. Chen Jun walked over with a large bag and a small bag, and raised the bag in his hand.

Dong Xiaokui walked over and took a few bags and walked straight to the kitchen. Chen Jun brought in all the materials she needed. Dong Xiaokui began to sort them out one by one, and decided not to ask about Xu Zhonglin.

Chen Jun washed his hands and asked, "Does Miss Dong have any other instructions?" ”

Dong Xiaokui shook his head and said, "No, you go and rest." During this time, you are tired enough. ”

Chen Jun stood at the door and looked at her, did not speak, strode out, only the sound of water flowing in the kitchen, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, Dong Xiaokui spread out his hand and let the water flow between his fingers.

"Miss Dong. Xu Shao just asked where you were. Tonight——, you know I can't say that. Chen Jun went and returned, and suddenly spoke.

Dong Xiaokui straightened up, glanced at him, and said, "I understand." You don't have to explain this to me. ”

However, there is no clear answer. So, he doesn't necessarily come tonight. Chen Jun said that it was a reminder to Dong Xiaokui.

"I know, you go and rest." Dong Xiaokui replied and continued to select materials.

Chen Jun finally left without saying a word. Dong Xiaokui looked at his phone, and the displayed time was 11:03 p.m. For the past few hours, she waited quietly for him. However, there seemed to be no sign of him coming. Actually, it's normal not to come, after all, although he is in Jincheng, he can be regarded as a mission. He is also a person with an extremely strong sense of responsibility.

Dong Xiaokui comforted herself like this, which is better. So he wholeheartedly boiled chicken soup for Li Yongfeng. Chicken soup is a unique way of the Dong family, to strain out the greasy part of the chicken broth, add peppercorns, a little star anise, a little glutinous rice, and slowly boil it over a simmer until it is ripe.

Everything is ready, the heat is boiling, and the chicken soup begins to boil over a simmer. This simmering chicken soup takes three hours to say the least. Therefore, Dong Xiaokui checked the kitchen and continued to go back to the study to read, however, he only turned two pages, and he couldn't look at it horizontally and vertically, and the scenes in front of him were all about his past with Xu Zhonglin, his smile, his depth, his anger, and his seriousness.....

"Alas, you scourge." Dong Xiaokui scolded in a low voice and put away the book in his hand. At this moment, it was past midnight, but there was no sleepiness. So, Dong Xiaokui spread out the white rice paper on the table, and the paperweight was balanced. I took a piece of ink and grinded it slowly. In the past, Dong Xiaokui always thought of her father when she touched these four treasures of the study. This time, I thought of Xu Zhonglin and Ning Yuan's study. When he was injured, Dong Xiaokui took care of him in Ningyuan. He always asked her to help polish the ink, and he also taught her carefully. Once, he also said that her posture was wrong, so he came over at once, pulled her from behind, held her hand, and said: "The round grinding is the main, you can't recline, the water is oblique, and the shade is appropriate." ”

His tone was soft, the warmth of his breath spreading around her neck, and his hand held her small hand in his hand. At that time, Dong Xiaokui only felt that he didn't dare to breathe, until he let go of her hand and said, "Good, let's try", Dong Xiaokui could be regarded as regaining her breath, but her heart kept pounding, as if she was carrying dozens of rabbits in her arms.

"What a bad guy, presumably on purpose." Dong Xiaokui was grinding ink, thinking of the past, and couldn't help but muttering to herself, but her expression was full of happiness.

She slowly grinded the ink until the shade was appropriate, chose a small brush, and walked over the rice paper with her cantilever, writing in block letters. I wrote just some classical poems in my heart.

I wrote them down one by one, and then I was finally tired. So I went downstairs to take a look at the chicken soup, which already gave off a unique aroma, and the glutinous rice was also sticky.

Dong Xiaokui smelled and felt hungry. Because I didn't eat much for dinner, it's already early in the morning... Sixteen points, he did not come. There was silence all around, only the occasional aftershock, which made the calm heart suddenly tighten, and I wanted to run out.

"He's not coming." Dong Xiaokui judged that after she drank a bowl of chicken soup, ate the glutinous rice porridge in the chicken soup, and cleaned up everything, the time had already pointed to a quarter past four.

Dong Xiaokui was finally disappointed and cleaned up the kitchen. Prepare to take a nap, and before going to bed, set the alarm clock, because the stewed chicken will be brought to Li Yongfeng early tomorrow morning.

At first I couldn't sleep, just lay down. Later, it can be regarded as falling asleep. But I always remembered that he was coming, so I couldn't sleep well. During this period, when it seemed to be about to enter the dream realm, he felt that he had returned. She woke up on one side, and so it woke up three times. When she woke up for the third time, as soon as she turned over and sat up, she was about to get out of bed, only to realize that it was just a dream, and she couldn't help but sigh lightly and laugh at herself for being too stupid. How could he come. His post is a matter of movement throughout the body.

"Sigh what? You guy who loves to ravage my shirt. In the darkness of the night, it was his quiet voice.

"What?" Dong Xiaokui felt that she was hallucinating, and couldn't help asking. Only then did I see a person standing at the door of the room, because he didn't turn on the light, he couldn't see clearly, but when he looked at the figure, he could recognize it at a glance, it was Xu Zhonglin who thought about it day and night.

"You——, you——, you're here" Dong Xiaokui was a little incoherent because of her excitement. Without caring to put on his shoes, he jumped out of bed and ran towards him. ......

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