For the girl's murderous smiling face, Chen Xing has gradually gotten used to it.

Although the girl's shocking face was still a little difficult for him to handle, at least he had developed a certain resistance.

It's this kind of aesthetic improvement, I don't know if it will have any counter-effects in the future...

In Chen Xing's heart, the girl has many faces.

One side is cute and very cute; One side is sassy and heroic; One side is pure, and the belief in him is almost blind...

She trusted that he would not harm her.

In addition, the girl is easy to be shy, a little hard-mouthed, and a real tsundere.

But no matter what, the girl's strength, knowledge, and upbringing seem to prove that the girl is not simple.

There are thousands of people and thousands of faces, and everyone will have a deep secret hidden in their hearts.

Chen Xing is like this, and so is Jun Muyi who he is looking at.

The mystery of the girl attracted Chen Xing.

Sundays, weekends, mornings.

Chen Xing, who still doesn't have to work, sat on the sofa and looked at Jun Muyi, who was idle and looking at her mobile phone.

Because the newly bought clothes have to be washed, the clothes worn by the girl now are still Chen Xing's.

Light blue very big short sleeves, black short... Medium pants.

As for the girl who can wear his clothes to look much bigger, Chen Xing knew it as early as yesterday.

But after watching it so many times, Chen Xing still couldn't figure out why the little girl could burst out with so much power?

After coming back last night, Jun Muyi unpacked the mobile phone that she bought and did not open, installed the phone card, and downloaded a series of necessary software.

Chen Xing saw that the girl was binding the bank card, so he leaned over and looked at the girl's bank card balance.

Sure enough, it's a real rich woman.

More than 240,000.

After the two added each other a friend of a certain letter last night, they fell asleep one after another.

Chen Xing remembered the name that the girl said to the doorman Lao Wang yesterday, and couldn't help but have a little headache.

"Mu Yi, why do you subconsciously say that your surname is Li?"

Jun Muyi, who was looking at something, heard Chen Xing's voice sound, withdrew her thoughts, and looked at him, "I just told you and that Uncle Wang what my name is, right?" How do you subconsciously say it? ”

"Then you told me that your name was Li Muyi that day, there must be a reason, right?"

"I guessed you were going to ask me, I was just prepared."

"You're awesome."

"Thank you."

Chen Xing looked at the girl who killed the conversation with some helplessness.

The girl who had planned to continue watching raised her head again and frowned at Chen Xing.

"Is there anything else? What time is it... It's almost ten o'clock! Still not going grocery shopping? ”

Jun Muyi looked at someone who said he would go out to buy vegetables at nine o'clock with some unhappiness.

And someone who originally planned not to go out to buy groceries and take the girl out to eat again coughed weakly and quickly got up.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anyway, I can do it, how can you make do with it. Just make something that you would normally buy. ”

"Okay, then I'm going to buy everything for tomorrow and the next few days."

Chen Xing followed the next arrangement and estimated what he wanted to buy.

Compared to the amount he bought before, he wants to buy one more copy.

Just when he was thinking about it, the moment he picked up the key.

The girl who was still sitting on the sofa put down her mobile phone and said, "Why do you want to prepare things for the next few days?" ”

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm going to work. My parents left me just enough money to finish college, and if I wanted to buy something, I had to go to work. ”

"Have you been like this all these years?" The girl looked at Chen Xing, who had a flat face, and for some reason, a trace of emotion rose in her heart, which she rarely had.

Chen Xing didn't notice the girl's abnormality, and continued to himself: "Almost, I only started after I was sixteen years old, otherwise it would be considered child labor, even if I want to work, no one dares to recruit it." ”

The girl picked up the phone again, but for some reason put it down again, she looked at Chen Xing and said, "What are you doing?" Will it be tiring? How much is the salary? ”

Chen Xing looked at the girl's serious expression and smiled slightly, "It's just a small employee of a convenience store, either selling or sitting at the front desk to collect money, but because it's in the city center, there is still a lot of traffic." It's not a tiring job, after all, you don't have to stand under the sun. In terms of salary, six hours a day, twenty yuan per hour, maybe the proprietress knows my situation and gives me an extra ten yuan a day, of course, this does not include rest time. ”

"Is that one hundred and three a day? Well... What about your vacation...? ”

Facing Jun Muyi, who was getting to the bottom of the matter, Chen Xing didn't have any impatience, but said slowly: "As you can see, it's a weekend holiday. But it's hard for my seniors... They can't take weekends off. Is there anything else to ask? I'm out, and if I don't go, I'll have to pick up the leftovers. ”

Although this point is already leftover, Chen Xing just wants to see the girl's reaction and tease her...

Sure enough, hearing that she could only pick what was left, the girl hurriedly got up and walked up to him and pushed him to the door.

"Don't go yet! There's nothing good anymore! ”

tried his best to block the girl's progress, Chen Xing was really sure that the girl didn't know some knowledge about life.

No, there should be more than some, it's a lot.

"And who's going to ask me questions? Could it be that someone wants to keep me? ”

"Bondage?"

Chen Xing was silent.

Doesn't this little girl even know the word?

"Hmm... Get me grocery shopping! Also, don't look at me like that, I want to beat you up. Jun Muyi was turned sideways by Chen Xing and looked at him with a smile, and when he stretched out his fist and waved it in front of Chen Xing.

Looking at someone's outstretched small fist, Chen Xing didn't dare to do it again.

Others may be real small fists, but her small fists are indeed small, but they must be extremely powerful, and they are certainly not the so-called pink fists.

Although her hands do have a bit of a good look...

Being pushed out of the door, Chen Xing just wanted to turn around, but saw the door closed tightly.

The owner of this house is a little strange who is the owner of this place.

The girl who closed the door arrived behind the door at the moment, picked up her mobile phone and began to inquire about the meaning of the word baoyang.

After a few moments, another layer of blush appeared on the girl's face.

This prodigal son still wants to eat soft rice!

Although she did think so at the time... wanted him not to continue working, so she treated him as if she was hiring him and giving him money every day.

The girl turned around and glanced at the situation outside the door through the cat's eyes, and when she found that the person had really gone shopping, the girl was relieved.

Thinking of what happened just now, the girl quickly shook her head.

Listening to Chen Xing's life in a flat tone, the girl always felt a little pain in her heart for some reason.

Is it pity for him? Or do you have other emotions?

The little girl shook her head again.

She didn't know.

But by what he said, and by the somewhat painful look he had inadvertently shown that night, the girl knew that he was not doing so well.

And what about her?

The girl asked herself, and finally shook her head for the third time.

Incomparable, these are the two extremes.

Without thinking about it anymore, Jun Muyi walked from the door to the living room.

She first walked to the balcony, and looked at the clothes that were hanging full, and the girl was a little happy.

She loved all those clothes.

Seeing the lonely boy's clothes in the corner, the girl was even happier.

His clothes weren't as good as hers.

Looking at the blue sky outside, the girl's mood fluctuated a little.

She sighed.

I'm going to stay for about a month... Do you want her to call back early? Not... No, you can't shuffle the order.

Thinking of this, the girl threw a punch forward.

After the punch, the girl frowned.

The clothes are too loose too... Alas, forget it, time has passed anyway, and you don't have to practice every day.

Jun Muyi, who was a little regretful, turned around and saw the computer facing the balcony door at a glance.

Thinking of the videos of those white flowers that I turned over yesterday, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

What does this person think, he has collected so much...

She right-clicked at that time, saw a total of more than 100 films, and looked at the space it occupied, and was shocked.

Well... Do you want to help him delete it? Is it to be done for the people?

The little girl shook her head again.

No, no, she can't be so rude, she promised others not to mention these things again, and she can't think about it.

Looking at the somewhat empty room, Jun Muyi sat on the sofa, looked at the refrigerator next to the dining table, looked at the TV opposite, looked at the kitchen with the door ajar, looked at the dress on the balcony that spread in the wind, and finally looked at the big fan overhead.

Has he lived here alone for eighteen years?

Although he knew that his former neighbor took care of him until junior high school, Jun Muyi was still a little hesitant.

He is very depressed like this.

But the thought that he had friends made the girl laugh at herself.

She didn't seem to be qualified to help him.

After all, they are half-hearted.

Thinking of the study that Chen Xing had said, the girl got up and stepped on her slippers to make a clattering sound.

Pushing the door gently, the wooden door made a creaking sound that startled Jun Muyi.

"What... It's been a long time. ”

Murmuring, the girl saw a dark room and groped around the wall for a while.

There was a snap and the lights came on.

Looking at the window covered by thick curtains, Jun Muyi hurriedly opened the curtains in three steps and two steps, and opened the window casually.

Fresh air poured back into the room, and the girl went back to the switch to turn off the light.

If you don't close it, you may have to be talked about by someone.

Looking at the two rows of bookshelves full of books leaning against the wall, the girl saw a lot of books.

Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, astronomy and geography, mathematics and work, biology and miscellaneous, everything is available.

Jun Muyi looked at the bookshelf full of so many books, and couldn't help but smack her tongue.

Has he seen it all?

But... This classification is really casual...

Seeing a brief history of time next to a book about foreign history, the girl was a little angry.

Seeing an ancient poetry book sandwiched between two medical books, the girl already had a plan to beat someone up.

Out of sight and out of mind, the girl simply withdrew her gaze and looked at the set of tables and chairs by the window.

I patted the chair and found that there was no dust on it, and the girl sat down with peace of mind.

Blowing on the table, still free of any dust, the girl put her hands on it with satisfaction.

It seems that the reason why it is so stuffy inside is because of the weather, not that he didn't come in much.

If there are so many books that he still doesn't cherish well, he really should fight.

But... His poor financial situation shouldn't be the reason for buying so many books, right?

With this in mind, the girl stood up again and looked cautiously at the two rows of bookshelves.

A row of bookshelves is divided into two sides, and books are placed.

One floor can hold at least twenty-five books on one side, and then there are two sides, that is, the first floor can hold fifty books.

Jun Muyi looked at the six-layer bookshelves and nodded slightly.

That's 300 books in a row of shelves.

There are two rows of bookshelves, and only one shelf is currently vacant.

In other words, there are about 550 books in this small room...

Jun Muyi casually took a book of Tang poetry anthologies, sat back in the only place in the room where she could sit, and carefully flipped through the book.

Seeing someone's earthworm-like handwriting, the girl covered her mouth and laughed.

She kept flipping backwards, each poem annotated.

And she was not looking at an anthology of Tang poetry, but more like flipping through a book called Chen Xing.

She saw that the ugly handwriting of the little boy had become very upright step by step.

And then to a wave of madness spontaneously.

and then very bland, but the ordinary, but revealing some focused calligraphy.

Although it is not as good as calligraphy, it already has its own meaning.

Horizontal and vertical folding.

He is like a writer, carefully carving every word of himself.

The writer has no intention, but the reader has the heart.

Jun Muyi unconsciously bit her lip while flipping through the annotated poems.

He wrote his thoughts, speculating on the state of mind of those who had come before him when he wrote the poem.

He is not like a teenager, but more like an old man who has come to understand the truth.

One poem after another, Jun Muyi also has an impression.

If it weren't boring, she wouldn't bother to flip it.

And this time, she really liked the poems.

Under the comments of the teenager, these poems seem to have a little more spirituality.

Sometimes grandiose, sometimes delicate.

Meandering and flowing, a horse and a flat river.

Whether it's drunk on the battlefield or a guest on the boat.

I don't know if he's a child or a teenager, and he notes them one by one.

Flip to a poem describing the righteousness of chivalry.

The very classic "Chivalrous Journey", the familiar sentence: kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles. After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden.

As a teenager, he only wrote one sentence.

The way of chivalry, not so, but so.

Jun Muyi was a little strange, but when she saw the words he annotated next, she smiled dumbly.

[The so-called beautiful woman, I think of a woman. In this way, you can join me in the rivers and lakes, but how to find it? Chen Xing, remember to find a girl with a bit of heroism in the future, just a point, in that way, you will have a woman by your side. 】

Boys have a martial arts dream.

It was the first time that the girl had felt the truth of this sentence so obviously.

Is this what he is?

...

And someone who didn't know that his annotations were in full view in the market sneezed.

The owner of the vegetable seller was very distressed when he saw him grasping a handful of vegetables fiercely.

"Young man, sneeze when you sneeze, why are you grabbing me so hard?"

"I'm sorry, auntie, I bought this baby cabbage."

As he paid, the man sensed something was wrong, a little cold on his back, and then sneezed again.

"Who's scolding me?"

...

After putting away Fang Cai's anthology of Tang poems, Jun Muyi put her gaze back on the corner of the desk.

There was a lonely notebook there.

As soon as she turned the first few pages, the girl was a little surprised.

Because it records what books are placed on which floor and where they are placed.

Jun Muyi hurriedly looked in the direction of the Tang poetry anthology she had just put and breathed a sigh of relief.

She has a good memory, but fortunately she didn't misplace it.

Jun Muyi was confused for a moment about someone's special sorting method, but she still slowly flipped it over.

This notebook is like Fang Cai's anthology of Tang poetry, the handwriting slowly improves, and finally has its own meaning.

Looking at the classification of a series of categories, Jun Muyi knew that his bookshelf was divided into five categories: philosophy, humanities and social sciences, literature and art, history and geography, and natural applied science.

Its Chinese arts account for a relatively large number, followed by Pingqi's historical geography and natural applied science.

Out of curiosity, the girl continued to flip through.

Then she learned that the notebook wasn't that simple.

It's also a diary-like record, which looks like an autobiography, but it doesn't feel like it.

The well-read girl was a little embarrassed, she actually didn't like this kind of nondescript book.

To see or not to see?

Besides, if he did, would he be angry when he knew that she was looking through his records?

After all, the benefit of not looking at it is greater than the benefit of seeing.

Jun Muyi didn't think about it anymore, carefully returned the notebook that had been used for an unknown number of years, and then got up and found a history book and read it with relish.

Because it is a piece of history, the girl casually turned a page and read it as a storybook.

The breeze blew, and the girl's whole mind was focused on the book.

Holding down the windblown pages, the girl didn't have the heart to take care of the flying sideburns.

The sound of flipping books is like music, and there are waves from time to time.

But the girl's state of mind is like stopping water.

When you see something interesting, you will have a little ripple.

The girl's dimples are on the show again.

But suddenly, the girl's willow eyebrows frowned, as if she was a little worried.

Chen Xing, who returned home silently, saw such a scene as soon as he walked into the study.

The girl's hair was flying, and her eyes looked confident.

Flipping through the book with a slender hand, the paper falls lightly.

She sat there picturesquely.

There was only the sound of the wind, the sound of heartbeats, and the sound of flipping books.

The girl who reads the book is a little more heroic, walking in the rivers and lakes called history.

Just like a woman.