The next day, Zhou Rongye really sent a driver to pick up people, the one Wen Jingyu had seen last time.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, she still asked the driver to park the car on the outskirts of the community, and before getting into the car, she went to the fruit shop and brought back a whole box of fresh lychees to thank her for the invitation to the sumptuous dinner yesterday.

"Miss Wen, this lychee is so sweet." Zhou Haoyin couldn't stop one after another.

Wen Jingyu also tasted it, and the shopkeeper really didn't brag.

"The owner of the fruit shop said that this is a lychee from Guangdong, and I don't know if it's true or not."

Zhou Haoyin hadn't swallowed it in her mouth yet, and immediately replied: "Guangdong's longan is also delicious!" ”

Wen Jingyu smiled: "Take it easy, be careful with the fire." ”

"Miss Wen, I'm going back to Hong Kong when this holiday is over, remember to come and play with me when you have time, Hong Kong is also rich in fruits."

Wen Jingyu nodded and asked casually, "Then what about your uncle, will you also go back to Hong Kong?" ”

"He." Zhou Haoyin wiped her mouth, "I have been living in Singapore before, and now it is rare to go back to Hong Kong, anyway, since I can remember, he has not been at home much." ”

"Your uncle speaks Mandarin very well."

Wen Jingyu's sudden words made Zhou Haoyin burst out laughing.

"Miss Wen, you won't dislike me for speaking non-standard Mandarin, I've worked so hard."

"Absolutely not." Wen Jingyu hurriedly waved her hand, "I'm just complimenting your uncle." ”

"Compliment me on what?"

Zhou Rongye's voice came from behind, startling the two people on the sofa.

"Uncle, why are you coming back now?"

Zhou Haoyin glanced at the time and confirmed that it was only one o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'm not allowed to be lazy on the weekend?"

Zhou Rongye poured himself a glass of water, raised his head and swallowed two sips, his sharp Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Miss Wen praised you for speaking Mandarin well just now, can you speak it badly, it was all taught to you by your grandmother herself."

Wen Jingyu silently sorted out the relationship, Zhou Haoyin's grandmother, that is Zhou Rongye's mother.

"My mother is from Beijing." Zhou Rongye turned the crystal glass in his hand and answered Wen Jingyu's doubts.

"No wonder." Wen Jingyu said thoughtfully, "Some words have much stronger pronunciation than mine. ”

"Miss Wen, are you from Luhai?" Zhou Haoyin asked.

"Yes."

"Then do you speak the Luhai dialect?"

Wen Jingyu was ashamed: "I can listen but I don't know how to speak." ”

Since childhood, she has only been allowed to speak Mandarin, and at home, Teacher Cui and Wen Yuyang rarely communicate in dialects, and her few dialect indoctrination is all from her older grandparents.

"It's a pity, I still want you to teach me Luhai dialect, and I will teach you to speak Cantonese." Zhou Haoyin had some regrets.

"You can teach me Cantonese, I think it's pretty good."

"Really?" Zhou Haoyin's wilted expression immediately came back to life, "Cantonese has nine tones and six tones, it's not easy to learn, we can start with simple words." ”

"Then you teach me a few first." Wen Jingyu sat upright.

Zhou Rongye, who was silent on the side, seemed to be interested in this Cantonese class, and he found a single sofa to sit down, wanting to see what medicine Zhou Haoyin sold in his gourd.

"Let's start with the basics, I think you know for sure."

Zhou Haoyin pointed to herself: "What do you call a girl like me?" ”

"Pretty girl?"

Zhou Haoyin gave a thumbs up, shifted the target to Zhou Rongye, pointed at him and asked, "Then how do you call a person like him?" ”

Wen Jingyu was stunned for a moment, and slowly frowned, her expression a little hesitant.

"Do you really want to say?"

Zhou Haoyin nodded, and Zhou Rongye was puzzled.

“…… Single widow? ”

Zhou Haoyin suddenly held her stomach and burst into unbridled laughter, tears in front of her.

……

The return trip is still Zhou Rongye's send-off.

Wen Jingyu sat in the passenger seat, still hovering in her head with the death joke of a few hours ago.

She misunderstood, Zhou Haoyin wanted her to say "pretty boy", but her brain was short-circuited, and she could only think of those four words.

At that time, Zhou Rongye's expression was really wonderful, and Wen Jingyu felt funny in retrospect after being embarrassed, but now that she is sitting in someone's car, some emotions still have to be put away appropriately.

The green light at the intersection ahead began to enter the countdown, Zhou Rongye tapped the foot brake, and the speed of the car slowly decreased.

"Really interested in Cantonese?" He asked.

Wen Jingyu nodded seriously.

"I can teach you." Zhou Rongye raised a helpless smile, "Don't be led astray by Zhou Haoyin." ”

"In fact, learning a language seems to be more motivating to start with something that is not serious."

Wen Jingyu remembered the fear of being dominated by the German language in those years, and she was quite touched.

Zhou Rongye raised his eyebrows and said in an astonishing voice: "Then let's start with swearing?" ”

“……”

Wen Jingyu didn't expect this person to be so out of tune when he was joking.

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light, Zhou Rongye turned his head to look at her, as if he was really asking for her opinion.

Wen Jingyu smiled, and when she turned her head to look out the window, a white car whizzed by, not to mention the speed, and directly occupied the non-motorized lane, attracting passers-by to scold.

Zhou Rongye suddenly asked: "What should I say at this time?" ”

Wen Jingyu really searched for words in her mind, and with her vague impression of Hong Kong drama models, she said with some uncertainty: "Hit the street? ”

There was a chuckle from the driver's seat, and Wen Jingyu immediately reflected on whether she had gone too far.

Who knew that Zhou Rongye praised her without hesitation.

"Teacher Wen, your foundation is really good."

……

Although it was a whimsical proposal, Zhou Haoyan really took the Cantonese class seriously.

In order to let Wen Jingyu have an immersive learning experience, she specially built a WeChat group and brought Zhou Rongye in.

As the most active member of the group, in addition to daily words and words, Zhou Haoyin will also post some film and television clips, and most of her communication with Zhou Rongye is in Cantonese, but she will intimately mark it again in Mandarin below.

Aside from the serious popularization of Cantonese, Zhou Haoyin also likes to share all kinds of gossip in the group, from entertainment stars to students from the same school.

Some topics are really interesting, and Wen Jingyu will get carried away with her when she is interested, and even ignore the existence of a third person in the group.

Zhou Rongye rarely speaks, and he will not take the initiative to participate in their gossip, if he doesn't occasionally show up to do some dialogue demonstrations, it is simply the existence of transparent people.

Even so, Wen Jingyu felt that his patience was one of the best.

Sometimes she and Zhou Haoyin often have hundreds of chat records, and the little girl will mention Zhou Rongye coldly, wanting him to express her opinion, in fact, it can be done with a sloppy eye, but Zhou Rongye can always connect the topic smoothly in the middle of the way, and never drop the chain.

Excluding the probability that he was staring at the group twenty-four hours a day, there was only one possibility, and that was that he watched all their conversations from beginning to end.

After being a group friend for a period of time, the relationship between her and Zhou Rongye has become one step closer invisibly, and the restraint and sense of distance of the first acquaintance are slowly dissipating.

And the two actually added WeChat friends a few weeks later.

Wen Jingyu has another task every day in addition to night running, that is, walking the dog.

In bad weather, you can still be lazy and not exercise, but going out with a circle is something that must be completed rain or shine.

As a ten-year-old dog, the physical strength of the circle is not as good as before, Wen Jingyu will only take it to the community or the surrounding area to walk around, and it has become a habit that one person and one dog eat after meals.

That night, Wen Jingyu took a walk in the pet-friendly park next door with a circle as usual, because dog walkers often move around this area, and over time everyone is familiar with each other, and they are also relieved that the dogs are in contact with each other.

After playing crazy for a while, he was about to lie down and take a nap, Wen Jingyu fed it water, and sat in the gazebo to rest.

She was browsing the messages that Zhou Haoyin posted in the group during the day, all of them were in traditional Chinese, and there was one word Wen Jingyu who didn't understand well, so she circled it to ask questions, but Zhou Haoyin didn't respond for a long time.

As a result, I received a hint from Zhou Rongye's friend to add.

Wen Jingyu clicked through, and the other party replied in seconds.

Zhou Rongye: [Yinyin's Hong Kong friend came to the mainland to play, and now he is still outside, so he probably didn't pay attention to the mobile phone message. 】

Zhou Rongye: ["攞" means "take". 】

Wen Jingyu didn't expect him to attach so much importance to the teaching of the small classroom, and immediately replied, thank you Teacher Zhou.

"Teacher Zhou" is her joking name for Zhou Rongye, and the other party not only has no opinion, but it seems to be quite useful.

Wen Jingyu suddenly remembered her impression when she first met Zhou Rongye.

In the dim and flashy aisle, the man was calm with a hint of coldness, and the powerful aura that could never be ignored, invisibly with a sense of distance that could not be overcome.

Now that her thoughts seem to have changed a little, Zhou Rongye doesn't seem to be as difficult to get along with as she seems on the surface.

Maybe it's the same as her, but it's easy to give people a "cold face" look.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to open a small stove, she sent a few more traditional Chinese characters, and Zhou Rongye answered them one by one very patiently.

In the middle of the boom, there is a new message outside the dialog box.

Liang Gongzi, who has not been in touch for a long time, finally came to brush up on his sense of existence.

Liang Xiaohan: [?] 】

Wen Jingyu didn't know what he meant by sending a question mark, and replied with the same punctuation mark.

Liang Xiaohan: [Verify if I was blocked by you again.] 】

Liang Xiaohan: [What are you doing? 】

Wen Jingyu glanced at the circle lying at her feet, and replied: Walk the dog.

Liang Xiaohan: [Show me my son.] 】

Wen Jingyu casually took a photo and sent it over.

Liang Xiaohan: [It seems that I have lost a little weight, so take a few more photos.] 】

"Circle."

Wen Jingyu shouted softly, and the golden retriever immediately looked up at her, her furry tail cocked and shook a few times, but she didn't mean to get up.

She took a few photos of her face in circles at an angle, and Liang Xiaohan commented with great interest, and then the topic gradually moved to Wen Jingyu.

Liang Xiaohan: [Do you have time next Thursday, Feng Er plans to hold a birthday party in Yuyuan, you will go with me? ] 】

Wen Jingyu: [I won't join in the fun on your friend's birthday. 】

Liang Xiaohan: [Isn't my friend also your friend? 】

Wen Jingyu sighed softly, and came to this set again.

He was trying to kill each other's sense of boundaries again.

This relationship is becoming more and more confusing, separated by a layer of vague and rough frosted glass, and no matter how you focus it, you can't see the essence clearly.

It can only be seen who can't bear it first, and then make up their minds to smash this layer of obstacles.

She rejected Liang Xiaohan's invitation, and the two fell into a silent confrontation and pull again.

The night was long, and there were fewer and fewer people in the park to relax, Wen Jingyu was also about to get up and go home, she just walked to the main entrance of the community with the dog leash, and the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated again.

The caller ID is Liang Xiaohan's mother, Xiao Yun.