Sir, what if it's too cold?

What did Zhou Qing say?

She's downstairs at her house?

She said "Oh", "Then I'll send it to you?"

Zhou Qing didn't say a word, and after two seconds, Xu Muran "keenly" noticed something was wrong, and immediately changed his words: "Mr. Zhou, do you want to come up and sit down?"

The other party pondered for a moment: "Will it be inconvenient for you?"

"No, no, Mr. Zhou, wait downstairs, I'll go down right away!"

She quickly put on her coat and went downstairs.

Zhou Qing stood by the electric gate of the community and looked up at the sky, with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, wondering what he was thinking.Seeing Xu Muran coming, he nodded at her tiredly: "Good evening."

"Good evening." Xu Muran pulled up the collar of his coat, trying to suppress the little joy in his heart: "It's windy here, go to my house and talk."

"……okay."

The setting sun in the distance gradually turned red, Xu Muran turned his head and glanced at Zhou Qing who was following behind him step by step, feeling that something was wrong.

She has never seen Zhou Qing like this.

In her impression, she is decent, elegant, generous, appropriate, able to deal with any situation at any time, and now this...

She couldn't help but glance back again.

He is not the same Zhou Qing as the present Zhou Qing with dull eyes and stumpy feet.

Speechless all the way.

"I'm in a bad situation today," Zhou Qing said abruptly when going up the stairs, almost startling Xu Muran: "Please bear with me."

"Well," Xu Muran took out the key to unlock it, and said casually, "Are you busy recently? You can wear these slippers."

"A little bit," Zhou Qing changed his shoes, sat down on the sofa, his voice sounded listless, "I haven't slept much for two or three days."

Xu Muran finally knew where the disobedience she felt just now came from: Zhou Qing was tired.

She always felt that Zhou Qing's character design had nothing to do with the word "tired", and she should wear the battle armor 24 hours a day, and be ready for 120 points at all times.

She secretly thought it was funny, laughing at herself: How can anyone not be tired?

She looked at Zhou Qing's dark circles that almost reached her chin, and she felt a little inexplicable distress in her heart: "I'll pour it for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Qing's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Excuse me, I'll answer the call." Zhou Qing rubbed his eyes, and swiped open the call interface: "Hello?"

Her voice sounded the same as before, and she quickly regained the sobriety and reason that Xu Muran was familiar with.

Xu Muran stood in front of the sink and waited for the water to boil, and occasionally heard a few intermittent words that didn't make a sentence——

"I told you, this won't work, you have to find another way."

"They make higgs and you go with the crowd?"

"Lan Fu's data and..."

She took another look at the stick bones and yams in the slow cooker. The new pot was on the road, and it was in good condition. The pale white soup was slowly bubbling.

Xu Muran was about to ladle out the soup to taste, when he heard Zhou Qing in the living room say angrily: "I tell you He Zhongli, if you make something reliable, we will use paper to speak; or I will Quit voluntarily, please ask another wise man!"

The hand she was about to hold the spoon froze in the air: Who could make her so angry?

When Xu Muran finished boiling the water and came out, Zhou Qing had finished making the phone call and was leaning on the sofa looking up at the ceiling.

Xu Muran pushed the glass in front of her, and said warmly, "Drink some water, Mr. Zhou."

"Thank you," Zhou Qing smiled wearily, "Sorry, I made you laugh."

She knew what Zhou Qing said, and she also smiled: "Everyone will encounter a few things that don't go well."

The blush on Zhou Qing's face due to emotional ups and downs has not subsided, and he slowly sipped the water in the glass without speaking.

Seeing Zhou Qing's flushed face for the first time, Xu Muran still found it quite novel, and couldn't help saying: "Teacher Zhou, you are blushing..."

"Oh," Zhou Qing glanced at her with a half-smile, "I guess I'm too excited."

Xu Muran spoke quickly: "Why?"

"Why?" The beauty leaning on the sofa repeated these three words, and said leisurely: "I am naturally excited when I see the person I want to see."

Ah, the person I want to meet.Xu Muran thought numbly, the person he wants to see...

Etc., etc……

Isn't that herself! !

Why would she ask such a question? !

So Zhou Qing got his wish and saw Xu Muran briefly turn into a mushroom, until the other party asked her at a loss in order to change the subject: "Are you hungry? Would you like a bowl of noodles for you?"

Zhou Qing thought for a while, and replied happily: "Yes."

——She's really...more and more interesting the more you look at it.

Xu Muran turned around and went into the kitchen, washed and cleaned for a long time before remembering to ask Zhou Qingxi if he likes this kind of toppings.She wiped her hands and asked, "Mr. Zhou, do you eat green peppers?"

"Teacher Zhou?"

"...Zhou Qing?"

She went out of the kitchen door suspiciously, and was surprised to find that Zhou Qing had already fallen asleep.

It seemed that she was indeed very tired, and fell asleep directly leaning on the sofa.

Xu Muran is well aware of the shortcomings of his own sofa: it's okay to sit on while watching TV, but it's sure to make you panic after sitting and sleeping for a long time.She walked to the sofa and squatted down halfway, preparing to help Zhou Qing level up so that she would not feel uncomfortable when she got up.

Xu Muran took the other person's shoulders, and carefully put Zhou Qing down on the sofa, but forgot that she was looking at one thing and not the other, only caring about her upper body, not Zhou Qing's arm; when she realized it, she only saw a black shadow, and feel...

The other party rubbed the fingertips of his ear.

Obviously, she couldn't be sure whether her fingertips were in contact with the auricle; she couldn't be sure what it was, it might be air flow, it might be static electricity, and it was more likely that there was nothing, just an illusion she had at that moment.

Xu Muran subconsciously raised his hand to cover his slightly reddened right ear, and fixed his gaze on Zhou Qing's hand that just brushed(?) his ear.

There was a faint blue-black color on the tiger's mouth of that hand, and Xu Muran knew what it was: she smelled a little oily marker pen.

She suddenly thought of the hand that Zhou Qing put on the biscuit box she gave her in such a defenseless gesture in the previous few nights.

The hand that she held in the palm of her hand in a certain trance, in a strange way.

Xu Muran pursed his lips, went to the bedroom and moved a thin quilt to cover Zhou Qing, went to the kitchen and turned off the fire, only turned on a reading light, and sat at the dining table to start writing.

After deleting, deleting and writing for half an hour, she quietly turned her head and took a look.

Zhou Qing who was asleep looked a little childish than usual - curled up into a baby lying in the mother's womb in the dream, her unpainted cheeks were dyed a very soft crimson color due to the temperature.

At this time, the night had come, and the moon generously sprinkled soft light, quietly climbed up the tungsten wire in the reading lamp, and made faces at the quiet two.

Without even realizing it, Xu Muran smiled lightly.

——Good night, Teacher Zhou.