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The shallow water swayed gently, like stirring a pool of bright stars.

"Sand--" The night wind lingered on the branches, entangled and rubbed cautiously, and then slipped in through the window, the shadow huddled on the floor, and Tang Qingyi quietly looked at the girl.

Tangtang's eyes are too beautiful... Especially when she looks at someone with such eyes.

To be cherished, adored, and depended upon.

She delivered the message precisely.

Tang Qingyi's heart was inevitably moved.

The heat in her chest scorched her throat and made her back sweat, and with it came frivolous vanity.

—she is proud of the little things she does.

It's a very strange emotion.

But it was not the first time under Tangtang's sight.

"Tangtang?" Tang Qing also endured the heat that she couldn't figure out, and called out quietly.

The shallow and cold ending, which is empty and uplifting, is moistened by the overly sweet name, as if a few lines of sugar liquid are about to flow out.

Tang Tang seemed to wake up suddenly, her thin shoulders trembled, and her eyes opened wider.

It looks like a frightened little animal caught by its owner when it is greedy.

"Tang Qingyi..." Her expression showed a bit of ignorance.

Again.

Tang Qing thought too.

Tang Tang likes to call her name over and over again.

The girl was clumsy, so she always yelled these three words and looked at Tang Qingyi expectantly.

She stubbornly believed that Tang Qing could also understand her gratitude, shyness, timidity, anxiety...and deeper...something close to admiration.

"go to bed early."

Tang Qing also did receive the girl's emotions.

A softer, fresher and cleaner thirst cut.

Tangtang opened her lips, and opened and closed her wet red lips, but in the end she just pursed her lips childishly.

What is she trying to say?

thanks?

She knew that Tang Qing would not be willing to listen.

"Tang Qingyi, good night..."

Tang Tang placed the book on the bedside cabinet, holding the quilt with her fingers, and slowly lifted it up to her chin.

After rustling for a while, the soft quilt was pulled up again, covering half of her face.

The girl looked at Tang Qingyi with wet eyes.

"Good night." Tang Qing raised his hand and turned off the light.

Tangtang's light finally went dark.

Tang Qingyi's vision is at the end, the slender fingertips resting on the quilt, white with snow, against the small auricles that are already red.

She closed her eyes.

Peace and calm in the chest.

Sweet drowsiness wrapped her up, and Tang Qing also fell into a fluffy and soft dream.

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When Tang Qingyi got up in the morning, the opposite bed had been tidied up, and the bedding was folded into regular squares—meeting the standard of the dormitory.

There were sounds from the kitchen.

The blade landed on the chopping board, some kind of juicy vegetable was cut open, and the air was immediately filled with fresh water vapor.

The egg was carefully broken open, and the clear egg liquid dripped to the bottom of the bowl. Chopsticks... or something else skillfully beat the egg hulk evenly, occasionally lightly bumping against the bowl wall.

The transparent oil "sizzled" at the bottom of the pot, and the materials were put in neatly.

——Tang Qing also smelled a tangy fragrance.

She washed her face as usual, walked into the kitchen calmly, and took out the tableware from the cupboard.

"Morning..." Tang Tang squeezed the spatula nervously.

She is scrambling eggs.

Porridge was cooking in the casserole behind her.

Maybe she asked her aunt how to use it.

The egg liquid condenses into an irregular shape, and the naked eye can see that it becomes soft and golden, and after being stir-fried, it will become a delicious egg diced.

Tang Qing also likes this way of eating.

Auntie is used to fried eggs.

Some kind of emotion that could be called joy, like a baby animal, softly touched her heart with its flesh pads, and then enthusiastically stepped on the small paw prints.

"Morning." Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the broken hair on the girl's forehead.

Tang Qing also set the tableware on the dining table a few steps away.The wooden chopsticks tapped lightly on the rim of the celadon bowl.

The white fingers, with clear knuckle lines, rest on the side of the bowl and adjust slightly.

All right.

Satisfied, she left the table, leaned closer to the girl, and stroked Tang Tang's broken hair to her ear amidst her cute stiffness.

"Okay." Her breath warmed the delicate skin, and the rosy red smeared on the girl's collarbone.

It was so hot that Tangtang's eyes softened.

everything is fine.

Some time later, Tang Qing also took some side dishes with chopsticks.

The familiar smell made her eyes darken.

Maybe not so good.

——She should have invited Tang Tang to stay by her side as early as the first time she saw Tang Tang.

The sunlight at the end of autumn is light and thin, with some foggy mist, lying limply on the window frame, as if to continue a long, sweet doze.

The girl unconsciously bit her chopsticks, her tender red tongue sticking out between her white teeth.

Comfortable and undisciplined.

Tang Qingyi's life finally got his wish, and these flavors were re-branded.She likes the sense of belonging when the dust has settled.

Safe, stable, and devoid of bias.

The illusion of being infinitely close to home made her feel gentler and softer.These are brought by Tangtang, she is doing well like five years later.

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application passed.

Tang Tang completely moved out of the dormitory on Wednesday.

"Are you crazy?" Chang Ling stood aside with her chest folded, watching Tangtang pack her poor luggage.