Current Wife Petting Code

Although Zhang Jinxiao is still carefully preparing food for Song Zhiyan these few days, he still seems to be gentle and patient, but Song Zhiyan always feels that there is another layer of alienation between them, which makes Song Zhiyan extremely irritable .

The specific performance probably lies in Zhang Jinxiao's attitude when Song Zhiyan occasionally deliberately complained to him about a company's affairs, or when he called to deal with some matters in front of him. ——For the former, Zhang Jinxiao just listened gently, but never expressed his opinion, but when it came to the latter, he simply dealt with it as an outsider.

Song Zhiyan is simply embarrassing, what are you avoiding, as long as Zhang Jinxiao is willing, what is this company, ten of them are all given to him!

In desperation, Song Zhiyan also quickly put his goal of sending cute cats to ask for forgiveness on the agenda.

Of course, fortunately, when Song Zhiyan was carefully selecting Miaomiao, the owner of the flower shop finally sent over several craft flowerpots and those flowers and plants that Zhang Jinxiao ordered in his shop.

Although the boss helped to deliver the goods and babbled a few more words about the habits of various flowers, but how to plan these flowers is still the most considerate for them to come by themselves.

It can be seen that the boss has really put his heart into it, and hopes to do business with repeat customers. These flowers are very energetic at first glance, and they are also very beautiful. Zhang Jinxiao is squatting on the edge of several pots at the moment, look at this I think it's beautiful, and I think it's very beautiful when I look at it. In front of these delicate or bright flowers, I seem a little hesitant, or I can't completely give up which one to give up.

Song Zhiyan found it very interesting to look at his rare small appearance. After looking at the few pots of flowers that he hesitated most about how to arrange, he quickly came up with the most suitable plan in his mind.

"Actually, it's better to empty out that big flowerpot. Let's sow some seeds by ourselves in the future. The vines are very good, and we can put up some shelves. Just a little cutting and care, we can see the full shelves in summer. The flowers are blooming, even if it is not the blooming season, it is still full of green. Maybe there will be birds coming to our place to rest."

What he planned is indeed very attractive. Zhang Jinxiao thought about it for a while, and was already attracted by the beautiful scenery, and there was a slight smile between his brows and eyes.

But Zhang Jinxiao thought about it again, and pointed to the pots of colorful flowers beside him, "What about these?"

Of course, the joy described by Zhang Jinxiao to him made Song Zhiyan very happy, and he was even more convinced that Zhang Jinxiao just liked such a lively scene.

Of course, it is not the "hustle and bustle" where people are drinking and drinking, but that kind of "hustle and bustle" that is full of vitality in life.

"Aren't there some pretty good pots? It's better to transplant them in according to the color, and place them in a random place. The big ones are not good-looking, and you can also transplant some spider plants and the like, which have strong vitality and grow quickly. plant."

Zhang Jinxiao smiled, obviously agreeing with what he said.

Song Zhiyan also smiled proudly, not to mention anything else, but after all, he is well-informed. After living for a long time, he knows a little bit about everything. He is used to seeing temples, water pavilions and pavilions in various worlds, and such a small flower on his balcony. Basin is still out of the question~

After the rough planning is over, of course the next step is to start to do it. The two of them divide the work, one moves the flower pots, the other starts transplanting, the pots and pots, the small shovel for digging the soil and the small watering can for watering the flowers. The place was full of things.

The afternoon passed faster than ever.

"Thank you so much for today."

Zhang Jinxiao casually wiped the sweat from his head, looking at the small green garden in front of him, his eyes were full of tenderness.The sparkling water in those eyes seemed to be covered with peach blossoms, it was so beautiful.

Song Zhiyan looked at it, as if he was suddenly restrained by someone, and shot an arrow in the heart.

——It’s like the spring breeze blowing over the willow branches when walking at night, like the lingering waves on the turquoise water, or like the little dew at night in early autumn...the gentleness makes people willing to drown in it.

Song Zhiyan didn't know how to describe the feelings Zhang Jinxiao had given him since then, but today he finally understood something.

He doesn't have such a scorching sense of presence, and he can even be easily overlooked because he is too quiet.But being quiet doesn't mean it doesn't exist, or it doesn't mean it's unimportant. At least, for Song Zhiyan, only such gentle but meticulous, gentle but never-interrupted nourishment makes him feel like he's seen it all the time. A person who has a lot of love, who has tasted the pain in the world, can't escape like a drunk.

Originally, it was just to repay his ten years of kindness and that pure but unrequited love, but suddenly realized that he was like standing in quicksand, slowly sinking.

At this moment, facing Zhang Jinxiao's black and white, pure and shocking eyes, Song Zhiyan ran away for the first time, and even he himself didn't know what he was thinking.

——The door cut off Zhang Jinxiao's stunned and dazed eyes.

Song Zhiyan, who was sitting in his room, sucked in his breath and bit his lips anxiously. He was trying his best to sort out the things of these days bit by bit, following his own train of thought.

From the very beginning, when he met Zhang Jinxiao, he gritted his teeth and took care of a vegetable for ten years without a single complaint after experiencing so much suffering.And how many decades can there be in a person's lifetime?

The moving, complicated and idle state made him choose to continue to stay in reality. It is not only a repayment for being with Zhang Jinxiao and wishing him a happy life, but it is also his own experience of life on the other hand.

——Continue to experience the real life of an ordinary person that he has forgotten for how long.

However, what he didn't expect was the past few months. The latter seemed so meaningless and unchallenging, but it was the former that allowed him to settle in such an ordinary, ordinary but warm enough life, and let him I felt a sense of freedom and happiness that I had never felt before.

Zhang Jinxiao is really like that spring water, nourishing and nourishing Song Zhiyan's already dry heart.

He smiled wryly, and turned around to realize that the one who was slowly falling was actually himself who had never missed.

Should I rein in my horse before I get too deep into the cliff, avoiding any possibility of my mind being influenced by external objects, or... just go on like this and let nature take its course?Song Zhiyan licked his lips, a little hesitant.

At this moment, the sound of very light footsteps stopped in front of his door. After a pause of about three seconds, the door was knocked. It was distorted, but the slight hesitation and worry in his tone reached Song Zhiyan's ears intact.

"Are you okay? I cooked some meatballs, would you like some?"

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Zhang Jinxiao was surprised that Song Zhiyan entered the room so suddenly, but when he thought of the tiredness he said, he naturally felt very self-blame for his own negligence. When he was tending the flowers and plants just now, he seemed to be in good spirits , actually asked him to help me all afternoon.

Zhang Jinxiao was holding a bowl of small meatballs just out of the pot, and was thinking about whether he should call him later, but the door was opened directly.Song Zhiyan sniffed the smell and walked out of the room. A small white ball in his hand made his eyes light up a little, and it wasn't too hot. He took a sip when he brought it over, and sighed over and over again, "I'm just hungry."

Zhang Jinxiao was just about to stop him, when he saw him take a big sip of the steaming little balls in the sugar water, and he didn't seem to feel any heat, and enjoyed the second drink directly He opened his mouth, looking at Song Zhiyan with a vague look in his eyes.

"Have you eaten?" Song Zhiyan glanced at him and asked.

"Not yet, there are still some in the pot, I will eat them later."

"Then don't wait, let's eat together," Song Zhiyan walked towards the table outside with a bowl in his hand, and said over and over while eating. "You eat so little every time, I have to watch you."

Zhang Jinxiao smiled, "Then go and sit."

Zhang Jinxiao is a person who does everything in an orderly manner. At least Song Zhiyan feels that whether it is making tea or washing dishes; whether it is those seemingly elegant activities or seemingly ordinary housework, as long as he does it, he will do nothing. With a little impatience, even the people next to him will be infected by that indifference.

By the time Zhang Jinxiao filled out the bowl, Song Zhiyan had already drank most of the bowl by himself, but the bowl in Zhang Jinxiao's hand was different from Song Zhiyan's Dahai Bowl, and it was not even full. , it seems that there are not as many as those left by Song Zhiyan, but when he walked over, he asked Song Zhiyan, "Do you want more? There are still in the pot."

You just eat a little while there is still in the pot? !The corners of Song Zhiyan's mouth twitched, "Are you treating me as an idiot, or are you trying to compare me to an idiot?"

Song Zhiyan really thinks that Zhang Jinxiao is good at everything, he is calm and not arrogant or rash, let's not talk about the advantages that blind people can see for now, but when it comes to eating, he is almost like a child.

He sighed heavily, stirred the remaining balls in the bowl, and asked without raising his head, "Let's be honest, do you dislike me?"

"??" Although Zhang Jinxiao didn't understand the meaning of what he said, he still shook his head subconsciously, and then saw the person sitting next to him throw the Hululu in his bowl with lightning speed. He poured a small half of it into his own white porcelain bowl, and calmly inhaled until it was almost full and overflowed.

Zhang Jinxiao: ...

When he turned his head to look at Song Zhiyan, he saw that this person had started to eat his remaining portion with a spoon as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Jinxiao was amused by him, "What are you doing? I said I don't have any shortages. If there's not enough in the pot, I'll fill it up myself."

"Come on, so far, have you ever eaten less than a cat? I don't know if I didn't eat with you before, but now I have to supervise you? Eat quickly, and let's talk about what's left. "

Although Song Zhiyan was urging Zhang Jinxiao, but watching him take a bite, chewing slowly, he was really impatient, until he saw that he was almost used up, then he suddenly opened his mouth and said something like a joke , "Oh, look at you, how would you live without me by your side."

Zhang Jinxiao then just smiled softly, "No one can live without leaving."

There is no one who can't live without leaving, but it depends on whether the life is good or not, and whether the life is really like a person.