nowhere to confess

Covering the quilt for the rabbit, I suddenly remembered that when the bone was broken, the rabbit did the same to me.I travel back and forth for nearly two hours every day, put me to sleep at night, help me tuck the quilt, and then turn the air conditioner to night mode before leaving.

I suddenly felt that I was a bastard, sticking to the "cross principle", just because Tutu said she was a T, wouldn't T be a girl?Aren't you a T yourself?She's so delicate with a broken bone, she can't do this or touch that, and she has to be fed by a rabbit when she eats.As long as you have the heart, even if you think about it with your toes, a girl in the middle of the night has to drive for more than half an hour to get home. Are you not afraid that she will hit a ghost?If there is no ghost, isn't she afraid that she will encounter gangsters and robbers?Talking about pity and pity, he only pities his girlfriend if he dares to be affectionate, too much emphasis on sex and despise friends!

I silently confessed to the sleeping rabbit, until the upper eyelids lifted the lower eyelids, and the lower eyelids closed, then I turned off the light, closed the door, and exited gently.

The next day, Saturday, I slept a little longer than usual, woke up not in my room for the first time, and lay down for a few more minutes.This is the room where Lin Su slept. I lay on the bed and looked around. I realized that I was still at home. Then I turned over and got up. The moment my toes touched the ground, the picture of last night flashed in my mind. Immediately, my cheeks were hot, and at this moment, I was like a young girl who was pregnant, not with my eyes but with a soft and cute heart, looking at everything in front of me, everything was painted pink... I sat on the bedside After waiting for a while, I barely used another blunt shame to cover the girl's heart that just poked out.

Pushing the door out, passing through the living room and dining room, Tutu just came out of the kitchen with two bowls of porridge steaming in his hands, I opened my mouth, and before I could make a sound, I heard Tutu say, "Are you up? The porridge has just been cooked, and I'm going to peel two more eggs."

She was laughing, her eyes and eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were full of spring water from a pond... I shuddered, it was too sour, girlish heart, please go back!

"Morning." I said dryly.

"Well, early—" she replied crisply.

Before climbing up to the dinner table, I pinched the back of my hand again.

"It's a bit dry..." Tutu waited for me to take a sip and said.

"Don't do it, it's delicious." I said, "I like this kind of food, it's sticky."

"Well, so you like this type."

"Well, it's sticky and delicious." I put another spoonful into my mouth.

"I mean, that beauty last night, you like that type..." Tutu glanced at me meaningfully.

"Ah? That's my boss—it's not what you think." I bit the spoon, it seems that Tutu didn't know that I hugged her last night, and even touched her hand... Why do I think this again?

"Are you cold?" Tutu put down the spoon, "Did you wear less clothes?"

I'm not cold, I'm hot, but I can't say, let alone say that I was stimulated by my obscene thoughts, so I shivered... I still want to continue to be friends with you.

"A little bit." I took a sip of the porridge, "It's okay, the porridge is hot, and it will be hot after drinking it." Sweat had already begun to seep from my forehead.

After finishing the porridge, send Tutu to the store. The store is on Huaihai Road. Because it is the weekend, there are more people than usual.Usually there are quite a few people, but most of them are concentrated in the noon and afternoon hours. They are mainly business white-collar workers who work nearby, or hold a laptop computer and write hard, or lead customers who come to negotiate business, drink two sips of coffee, and talk about it. Say a few words that are inconvenient to say in the office. If the conversation goes well, when you are happy, call the waiter over, order some desserts, and chew slowly.

Tutu's original intention was to open a similar coffee shop where "you can drink when you are thirsty, and eat when you are greedy, and you can often gather with friends". It is a diehard, and the nearby Starbucks are not as popular as here.

I asked Tutu how it did it, and Tutu replied simply, "Luck!"

Ordinary people may not take it seriously, but Tutu is right—sometimes luck is more important than hard work.Especially for businessmen, although Tutu never regards herself as a businessman, she does come from a family of merchants. Her ancestors were in business for six generations. The gold-lettered signboard of "The Great Achievement of the Qin Family" has undergone several ups and downs after the Anti-Japanese War, the Civil War, public-private partnerships after liberation, and reform and opening up. Now "The Great Achievement of the Qin Family" is now shining again in the hands of Tutu's parents, although it is not as good as the glory of the grandfather at that time , but it is also ranked among Zhejiang merchants.

The Qin family was passed down from generation to generation, and it was passed down to Tutu's generation, leaving her as an only daughter.Tutu is determined to "be the master of his own life", and has no interest in doing business at all. No matter how hard and soft the family is, he just refuses to be a successor.After graduating from university, Tutu did not return to Zhejiang, but chose to stay in Shanghai to continue to study painting. Although he did not get the title of a young painter, he is still well-known in the illustration industry, and he does small jobs from time to time. After a few years, I also met a lot of friends in Shanghai's cultural and fashion circles, but the income from painting was barely enough to meet all kinds of interpersonal expenses. Inexhaustible little coffers.

The store manager took Tutu to see the newly arrived coffee beans. Pastry chef Jennie brought up two newly developed desserts. Tutu took a sip and threw the rest to me. Jennie brought another cup of English black tea , put it in front of me, stood aside and watched me put the cake into my mouth spoon by spoon, and then took a sip of black tea from the cup. Life is so beautiful.I took out an embossed paper towel from the enamel box on the table, gently wiped off the tea stains and cake crumbs on the corner of my mouth, and slowly gave Jennie a thumbs up: "Delicious!"

Seeing me complimenting her, Jennie's eyes lit up with joy. Jennie is such a post-90s girl who loves career more than life and even love.Tutu said that Jennie also loves life, but she just loves her career as a life and loves her cakes as a lover.

Jennie came over to collect the dishes, and "bited" in my ear by the way: "The boss is a bit different recently."

no the same?I thought about it, "Well, it's a little different. The hairstyle has changed, and the style of dressing has also changed."

Jennie smiled mysteriously, and put the collected plate back on the table, "What you're talking about is only the appearance, but the essence." Jennie used a fork to cut the leftover butter on the plate into several small pieces, and repaired it A beautiful creamy white flower, "Tell me, what do you see?"

"Flowers." I looked at the empty plate, weighed it over and over again, and said that flowers should be the safest. If it were the little prince, he might say something like a little bee, although I also think there is a bee hidden in the flower. The possibility of the little bee is very high, but according to the thinking of adults, Jennie did not draw the bee, what the eyes see is what it is, "flower." I repeated.

"But you know, when I was making this flower, I was thinking of spring."