Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

The two went to the bathroom together for a while, and before Yan Ye came out, Xiaosan walked out of the bathroom first, preparing for dinner.

One more person, but it made Xiaosan's depressed mood of living alone dissipated a lot.

The two of them in their pajamas were sitting in the living room and eating. As for their clothes, they were all put into the washing machine. When they woke up tomorrow, they would probably have been almost dried.

Thinking of his own clothes and Yan Ye's clothes being mixed together like that, tumbling in the washing machine, Xiaosan didn't know why, but a strong sense of satisfaction surged in his heart, which made him start to wonder if he had something in his heart. Got a strange interest?

'No, no, this is just a bit like a married couple, so that's why they feel satisfied, right?Such a family of two...'

As for things like children, Xiaosan doesn't know how to take care of his own children. Whether it was before or now, he has no contact with children, the so-called crystallization of love between two people. Treat it with a cringe mentality.

From time to time, his eyes fell on Yan Ye who was opposite him, and Xiaosan's eyes looked a little complicated and sad.

'He Yanye's child?If you get married in the future, you still can't avoid the problem of children. '

Taking care of his children and becoming a competent father, Xiaosan has no confidence in his heart. He is not a person who likes children, and he is not good at dealing with children.

Even in front of outsiders, he can pretend to be a friendly big brother, or a gentle stranger, but in front of his own children, he can pretend to be a gentle father all his life...

"What's the matter, Qiuyue-jun, is there something on my face?"

Noticing Xiaosan's eyes staring at him all the time, Yan Ye couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking at Xiaosan with some doubts in his eyes.

"No, just a little... distracted."

Smiling lightly, Xiaosan didn't tell the girl in front of him what he was thinking, even though he had deep love and trust for her, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future.

'Speaking of which, the marriageable age was adjusted to 18 for both men and women just the year before last, right?next year? '

Next year, Xiaosan's age will reach the marriageable age, he is a little confused, should he and Yan Ye directly register for marriage and become a couple?

still......

Thinking of Gui Manami, Xiaosan felt a little hesitation in his heart again, wondering if the other party would agree, although it was not impossible to disagree, but would she be willing to let Yan Ye go against her mother's wishes?

Not sure.

My mind was in a mess, I couldn't think clearly, I couldn't think clearly, I didn't drink alcohol, but it seemed like I was drunk and drunk, my head was heavy and covered with a thick layer of dust.

Seeing Xiaosan's ecstatic expression, Yan Ye didn't ask too much, but lowered his head, savoring Xiaosan's craftsmanship carefully.

She was a little ashamed, obviously as a girl, she couldn't even master a little bit of cooking skills.

'If I marry Qiuyue-kun in the future...no, I have to find a way to get in touch. '

Although they didn't speak, their brainwaves were astonishingly consistent on certain matters, and they both thought about the future at the same time.

When it was late at night, Xiaosan cleaned up the dishes and put them in the sink, while Yan Ye was sitting on the sofa, watching the LCD TV hanging on the wall, watching those TV programs that he seldom watched on weekdays. Some erratic.

She didn't know what to do, so at this time, she could only watch TV to pretend that she wasn't used to it.

"Qiuyue-jun, what do you do when you are alone on weekdays?"

After tidying up the kitchen utensils and wiping his wet hands clean, Xiaosan walked to Yan Ye and sat down, poured two cups of brewed tea, handed one to the tea table in front of Yan Ye, and held the other in his hand Li took a sip lightly.

After hearing Yan Ye's curious inquiry, Xiao San thought carefully about what he would do when he was alone at home, and after a long time of contemplation, he gave an answer.

"Probably read a book, then catch up on the manuscript, and finally go to bed. Occasionally, I will play a little game with those friends I met on the Internet. That's probably it."

"game?"

Yan Ye was a little depressed, he couldn't see it, and he never thought that Xiao San was also the type who could play games, but Xiao San was surprised by Yan Ye's surprise.

Yan Ye should have seen those game consoles he kept at home before.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing, just..."

After brewing for a long time, Yan Ye didn't know what to say, and finally choked the sense of disobedience back into her stomach. According to her imagination, when Xiaosan was alone, he should work hard at home alone. Learning is.

Things like games, in her opinion, are slightly inconsistent with Xiaosan's current image.

Like Yan Ye, even though those extracurricular courses have been reduced recently, but every weekend, he still has to practice courses such as flower arrangement and piano.

"By the way, Yan Ye has practiced kendo, right?"

"Yes, what's the matter, Qiuyue-kun?"

Xiaosan, who hadn't touched the sword for a long time, remembered something, but after looking around the living room, he still slowly suppressed the agitated mood in his heart.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden thought."

Smiling lightly, Xiao San did not express his original thoughts, after all, such thoughts are a bit rude no matter how you say them.

The two were sitting in the living room, chatting about their respective affairs. On weekdays at school, because of other people's gazes, they seldom walked together. In the moment that only belonged to the two of them, Yan Ye confides heartily to Xiaosan What I saw and felt at school.

The best way to pass the time, for the two of them, is to chat.

There are no other entertainment items, and only chatting can bring the distance between the two closer, and at the same time maintain a deep relationship.

It wasn't until Yan Ye couldn't help but yawned cutely that she reached out and covered her small mouth.

"Sorry, Qiuyue-kun, I'm being rude..."

"How could it be, the way she yawns is so cute."

Reaching out and gently stroking Yan Ye's little head with his head down, like a kitten, Xiao San's mood suddenly improved a lot.