Self-investment

"Mumu, are you back?" Jian Ling didn't know the funny look on her face at all, when she saw Luo Yimu open the door and came in, she smiled brightly at her in a good mood, and showed her the fruits of her labor with her waist in her hands, " Look at the new bookshelf I bought, do you like it?"

There are five gray palm prints on her face, from the forehead to the side of the face, across the eyelids, and even on the bridge of the nose is a black oblique print, like a disfigured kitten, when she smiles, the palm prints follow The facial muscles twisted and twisted into irregular marks, which was even more ridiculous.

Luo Yimu was amused by her appearance, put down the things in his hands, dragged her to the bathroom to wash her face, wet the towel and wiped her face bit by bit, carefully avoiding her eyes and eyelashes, while wiping I couldn't help laughing, "I'm such a grown-up, but I still look like a child, doing a job and making my face smudged."

Jian Ling saw his appearance clearly in the half-length mirror in front of the sink, and was also amused to giggle, "Hahaha, is this still me? A whole black monkey, hahaha..."

"Miss Monkey, you have made yourself like this, thanks to you, you can still laugh."

"What should I do if I don't laugh? Do I still have to cry? How about I cry for you?" Jian Ling winked, "Woooooh, Mumu, that broken bookshelf bullied me, you see, my face is so disfigured." Yes, woo woo woo..."

"Bullshit."

Jian Ling giggled, snatched the towel from Luo Yimu's hand, and wiped it carelessly by herself, "Okay, Mumu, I'll wash the rest by myself, hurry up, go and see what I'll give you. The bookshelf you choose depends on whether you like it or not!"

Luo Yimu stood behind her, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, looked softly at Jian Ling in the mirror for a while, listened to her reminder, and then turned to the living room to look at the new bookshelf Jian Ling bought for him.

Black and simple in style, it is the style Luo Yimu chooses furniture. The top three shelves on the left hand side of the bookshelf are already full of books. So Luo Yimu remembered very clearly that Jian Ling had a heart, and the order of the books was exactly the same as before. With her usual carefree temper, it was really difficult for her.

The cover of the book has been wiped clean, and the wastebasket next to it is full of tissue paper that Jian Ling threw in after wiping the book. Luo Yimu can imagine that such a quick-tempered person like Jian Ling would spend an afternoon sitting here patiently Wiping and arranging the books for himself, with his head slightly lowered, his slender eyelashes covering half of his eyes, he wipes the books with concentration, and puts a book on a new shelf until all the books are wiped clean and neatly stacked , Stretched his waist and let out a long sigh of relief, wiped his face wearily with his hands.

But I forgot that my hands were covered with dust.

Then when Luo Yimu came back, with a dusty face, he excitedly showed her the fruits of his labor all afternoon.

It's just... so cute.

Luo Yimu stood in front of the bookshelf for a long time, pursing his lips.

"How is it, do you like it?" Jian Ling came out after washing his face, stood next to Luo Yimu, pretending to ask unintentionally, but couldn't hide the tone of asking for credit in his tone.

Luo Yimu didn't speak, but hugged Jian Ling and kissed her hard.

"Hey, I knew you liked it." Finally, Jian Ling couldn't hide her complacency any longer, and her eyes were bent into two slits when she smiled, revealing her neat and white teeth. It was only at the Furniture City that I found such a bookshelf that suits your heart, and I knew you would like it at the first sight."

"Why don't you wait until the weekend for me to go with you?" Luo Yimu asked.

"I want to give you a surprise. You don't know how hard it was for me not to tell you. Besides, the small bookshelf was too crowded. If you wait until the weekend, what if you bring books again these two days? manage?"

Luo Yimu is a bit obsessive-compulsive, and she has to put the finished book back on the shelf, otherwise she won't even be able to sleep well.

"How do you know I like this style?"

"Tch, Mumu, you underestimate me. Don't forget that we have been living together for almost two months, and I have been to your house again. Isn't it easy to guess what you like?" Jane curled her lips.

Luo Yimu smiled, "I can't see it, so you are still thick and thin."

"Go, I've always been very careful, you're called exaggerating and sarcastic, don't think I can't hear it!"

Luo Yimu laughed at her again, "You have become smarter and smarter since you were with me, and it will be difficult to hurt you in the future."

Unconvinced, Jian Ling pinched her side waist, "I've always been smart, how could I catch you?"

The two joked around for a while, then Jian Ling sighed and said, "Mumu, I said that I wanted to build a small home with you, so I hope you can live a happy life here. Be comfortable, don't accommodate me in everything."

Jian Ling wanted to redecorate the house, and this bookshelf was the first step.Jian Ling kept his father's bedroom locked all the time, no one was allowed to enter, and he didn't clean it up. He was afraid that the situation would make people angry. This time, he made up his mind to get rid of the bed and wardrobe inside, replace the wooden floor, and repaint the walls. When the time comes, move the large bookshelf in, add a desk and two chairs, and transform it into a study.

Luo Yimu is a scholar, he lives here, he doesn't even have a place to read, he can only read and prepare lessons on the sofa, the coffee table is low, and his waist is bent at 90 degrees when writing, after the renovation of the study, Luo Yimu will also have A place to work.

"A Ling..." Luo Yimu's expression moved.

"Hey, are you touched?" Jian Ling said with a smile.

"move."

"Do you like me?"

"like."

"Okay, as a reward, you can quickly cook me a delicious dinner, Mumu, I like your cooking the most." Jian Ling pushed Luo Yimu to the kitchen, and took care of the rest by the bookshelf. cleaning job.

With Luo Yimu, life has entered a new chapter, which is naturally different from before.

……

When the first snow fell this year, Jian Ling was sick and wanted to go outside to play in the snow, but Luo Yimu disagreed and promised Jian Ling to play with her when the next snow came.

Later, after Jian Ling recovered from her illness, she was always looking forward to another snowfall.

God seemed to be against her. The first snow this year came so early, but the second snow didn't fall for a long time. Instead, it rained several times, and it was cold and wet, which was really annoying.

In the blink of an eye, it was late December, and Jian Ling hoped that the snow would fall so that the eyeballs almost fell out, but they couldn't.

"It's agreed that the snow will fall again?" Jian Ling put a piece of apple in his mouth with a toothpick, and chewed angrily, "Liar."

Luo Yimu smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to poke Jian Ling's swollen cheek, "It doesn't snow, what can I do?"

Jian Ling forked another piece of apple and handed it to Luo Yimu, then glanced at the calendar and said, "Time flies so fast, today is already the 22nd."

"Yes." Luo Yimu also sighed, "There are two days until Christmas."

"Hey, by the way, Mumu, you grew up in a foreign country. Isn't Christmas over there very grand?"

"Yes." Luo Yimu recalled the Christmas scene at home when he was a child, "It started to be lively two days before Christmas. Every year, someone from our family would send a small pine tree over and put it in the hall as a Christmas tree. They would hang decorations on the tree, with a gold star that would glow on top of it, and it would stay on from Christmas Eve until the end of Christmas, and my parents would entertain friends every year, and all the presents they gave me and my brother piled up in the Under the Christmas tree."

"Is it really a pine tree?" Jian Ling asked.

"Ah."

"Then you have to throw it away after Christmas? Isn't it a waste of a pine tree every year? Hey, it's not environmentally friendly." Jian Ling laughed at Luo Yimu, "The evil big capitalist."

Luo Yimu didn't refute, but just patted her head.

"But you have been working in Jinling all these years, so you must have not celebrated Christmas for a long time, right?" Jian Ling asked.

After all, there is no Christmas holiday in China. Even if Luo Yimu is a teacher, there is still a winter vacation every year, but Christmas is too early during the winter vacation. Even if Luo Yimu returns to his parents, he can only spend the Spring Festival with them.

"Mumu, with such a high degree of education, you have a bright future even there. Why did you return to China? Why did you come to Jinling?" Jian Ling asked again.

She felt Luo Yimu go stiff.

Jian Ling quietly waited for Luo Yimu's answer, but Luo Yimu didn't answer, but the movement of stroking Jian Ling sped up a little, and she could feel that she was nervous.

Jian Ling knew that Luo Yimu didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask any more questions, and suggested: "Mumu, why don't we come to celebrate Christmas this year?"

"What?" Luo Yimu was in a daze for a moment, but couldn't hear clearly.

"I said we also come to celebrate Christmas, so we just do what we want. Tomorrow is Saturday. Go to the supermarket to buy a Christmas tree and come back with some delicious food, um... I watch those American dramas where you have to eat fire at Christmas. Chicken, okay, let’s go buy one too, I haven’t eaten roast turkey yet, haha, I just took this opportunity to try it, Mumu, do you think it’s okay?”

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Luo Yimu agreed without saying a word.

Every domestic festival except Qingming Festival, whether it is a traditional festival or a foreign festival, is a day for major shopping malls to promote and reward guests. The Christmas atmosphere in the shopping malls is very strong. At the beginning of the month, snowflakes, Christmas trees, Santa Claus, etc. are posted The stickers fit the festive atmosphere, and they also played Christmas songs, such as Jingle Bells, and it was the weekend, and the shopping mall was crowded with people. Luo Yimu and Jian Ling were squeezed all the way by the crowd, and they finally bought all the ingredients. When they came out of the parking lot, the two were panting and blushing.

"Oh my God, it's not Chinese New Year, everyone is crazy." Jian Ling said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, everything is bought."

They bought a small fake Christmas tree, half the height of a person, and a turkey, freshly baked in the supermarket, and drove home.

"I remembered the first time we went to the supermarket. At that time, my leg injury was still not healed. You pushed me around the supermarket and got into a fight with someone, so I went to the police station." Jian Ling laughed while talking. .

That incident frightened both Jian Ling and Luo Yimu. Jian Ling was "educated" by Guan Xu, and Luo Mu avoided her all night, fearing that she would treat her badly. A sense of fear arose and I ignored her in the future.

Thinking about it now, it's very interesting.

It was at that opportunity that Luo Yimu began to reveal his heart to Jian Ling, and the relationship between the two became closer.

Although Jian Ling still doesn't understand what kind of past Luo Yimu is hiding from her, she believes that Luo Yimu will tell it on his own initiative one day.

After all, they are going to live together for the rest of their lives.