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Feng Jiu hurriedly took the opportunity to say: "Little boy called you, you go over first, I will wash the apples and bring them to you." ”

Zuo Hai stared at her, his Adam's apple moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he heard Xiao Liang shouting loudly again, and he sounded very anxious.

Zuo Hai shrugged helplessly, said "Okay", and then turned around and strode out of the kitchen.

Feng Jiu was the only one left in the kitchen.

She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there was indeed something wrong with Zuo Hai.

Although he has been with him for more than a year, and when he talks to her together, he is already very natural and casual, but he has always maintained a polite distance between his manners.

But just now, he seemed to approach intentionally and unintentionally, and he had already crossed the distance that made her feel at ease, so he immediately aroused her vigilance.

What the hell happened to him?

How did it suddenly become so weird?

……

Brush the dishes and wash the apples.

Feng Jiu glanced back at the door, touched his right hand on his body, and suddenly added an extremely light and delicate knife in his palm.

She closed her eyes slightly, her thin white fingers interlaced, and the knife instantly turned into a small fish, moving flexibly between her fingers.

She picked up an apple in her left hand and threw it into the air, her eyes never opened, and the knife flew above her head in her right hand.

Her hand snapped as the cold silver flickered as she raised her left hand to catch the fallen apple steadily.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at the apples in the palm of her hand, and then carefully placed the apples that were still intact in the glass fruit bowl.

Then, she pressed her index finger on the top of the apple, and the apple, which was originally intact, suddenly fell apart.

Countless apple slices of the same thickness and size are poured on top of each other on the glass fruit bowl, looking like the shape of a flower, which is very beautiful.

Feng Jiu nodded with satisfaction, picked up another apple, cut it and put it on the plate according to the previous method, and then with a slight turn of the hand holding the knife, the knife disappeared mysteriously.

She picked up the fruit bowl and walked slowly out of the kitchen.

……

When it was almost nine o'clock, Feng Jiu left Zuo Hai's room with Xiao Liang in his arms and went upstairs to prepare for bed.

This building has only three floors, the second and third floors are practice rooms, and Feng Jiu and Xiao Liang live in the attic on top.

After washing the little boy first and putting him to sleep, Feng Jiu turned the lamp to the darkest, and then walked lightly to the small platform outside the attic.

Every morning and evening, when the little girl goes to bed, it is her practice time.

It's just that she couldn't lift her spirits tonight, so she stopped practicing for a while.

She walked slowly to the railing, holding on to the railing with both hands, and staring into the distance in silence.

Although he swore that he would never think of that man again, every day when he faced the face of the little boy who was exactly the same as him, the man's cool eyebrows would uncontrollably appear in front of him.

Especially his eyes.

It's like melting ice, and it's like quenching fire.

She remembered that whenever he stared at her intently, her face would involuntarily burn......

She took a deep breath.

The slightly cool air of the early autumn night instantly penetrated her lungs, making her sober in an instant.

For the first time in four years, she took a hard look at her heart.

It turned out that she had never really forgotten him.