Cheng Yanqiu.

Wind Yin thought of people, but didn't think he could do it.

On the unfolded light blue letterhead, there are three lines of words.

Wind Yin is the first line of two words, and the flowing font makes Wind Yin feel highly valued, and she shakes her head to throw away this illusion.

Looking further down, the second line says Happy Tanabata, please go downstairs to check your Tanabata gifts, and the last line is signed, Cheng Yanqiu three words.

In front of the wind chanting, a picture scroll appeared.

In the cool and bright room, there is a wooden writing desk by the window.

Cheng Yanqiu sat against the light, the beams of light scattered above his head, flowing down his shoulders, a good-looking hand was holding a pen, and the rustling of writing was the melody of the whole room.

It seems that I saw him write every word reverently.

"It's a little itchy in my brain, I must have not washed my hair."

Feng Yin put down the letter in his hand, stuffed it back into the envelope, took a deep breath, and pulled out his phone.

"Well, that's right."

"How can there be such a perfect lover, only the love brain can live a perfect life."

"My head has too many things, and I can't love it."

"Sure enough, I watched two episodes of the corpse shredding case and became much more sober."

"When you are in love, you must not make up your brain."

"Besides, he is destined to die, I still want to work hard to live longer, and when I die, the beautiful men's nursing home is waiting for me."

"As the saying goes, one more hard work today, eight more male models tomorrow!"

The wind groaned with an instant awakening of his brain, dressed in slippers and pajamas, ready to go downstairs.

The love brain is unacceptable, but the gift should still be received, and it should not hurt people's hearts.

Go downstairs, enter the password, and open the door.

Petals pave the way...

Feng Yin took a miscellaneous box at the door, poured it out, and picked up the petals.

"Take it back and make it into dried flowers, aromatherapy can also be used, and the quality of these petals is good at first glance."

Picking it up from the door to the living room, Feng Yin saw the first card on the ground, she picked it up and opened it.

"I guess you're picking up petals."

Feng Yin subconsciously raised his head, could it be monitored?

Throwing cards into the basket and continuing to pick up petals, from the living room to the kitchen?

Who delivers the gift to the kitchen?

It turns out that Cheng Yanqiu will.

In the kitchen, Wind Whisper finds a second card.

"Open the refrigerator."

Feng Yin held the card in his hand and said to himself: "If you want to trick me into cooking by myself in this way, you will definitely not succeed."

The basket of petals was set aside, and the wind groaned with both hands to open the refrigerator.

Shining warm yellow lights, twinkling and flickering, surround the cake box in the middle.

Above the cake box is a third card, which is opened by the wind and laughed.

It reads: I feel sorry for the cake that was thrown today, right?

Wind Yin takes out the cake box and accidentally drops another card.

"And?"

She placed the cake on the table and picked up the card that had fallen on the floor, and before she could open it, she saw the next gift.

On the lower level of the refrigerator, there is a packed box.

Feng Yin opened the card on the ground, which read: "The first Tanabata, always give some gifts, I guess you will like it."

"I like it? I love money——-"

Feng Yin, who had already opened the gift box, stopped, looked at the box of red banknotes, and smiled beautifully.

There was a last note on the banknote that read: Are you smiling?

Feng Yin took out his mobile phone, took a selfie, and sent it to Cheng Yanqiu, with a postscript: Laugh, thank you for the Qixi Festival, I like it very much. (End of chapter)