beauty should be like this

After winning the award, Wen Qianyu was in a particularly good mood. She didn't confront Zuo Yu coldly for several days, and even always smiled very cutely, like a puppy wagging its tail, attracting Zuo Yu who was used to being scolded I can't help but sigh with emotion: If there is an award ceremony every month, life will be easier.

With the end of the exam of the last subject, the students in Beifu naturally relaxed, and Wen Qianyu was no exception.

On weekends, he took the initiative to get up early and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of vegetables and meat, then called Zuo Yu over and asked, "Look, what are these?"

After entering the door, Zuo Yu took off his coat and asked, "Hey, do you want to cook for me?"

"No, you do." Wen Qianyu said seriously.

"What?" Zuo Yu was dumbfounded: "You tossed me here so early in the morning that you asked me to cook for you?"

"That's right, it's snowing outside, how happy it is to make a hot pot, fry a crayfish, and eat it indoors." Wen Qianyu arranged the arrangements in a clear and logical way: "I've bought all the seasonings, come on!"

"Come on, I don't know how." Zuo Yu stretched out his hand from his clothes and opened his mouth when he was eating. His life plan was to become a master directly from a master. He never imagined that there would be a day when he would be a long-term worker.

"It's okay, once you're a novice and second time you're acquainted, you'll be fine with more practice." Wen Qianyu stood on tiptoe and kissed him, then went back to the bedroom to sit on his horse.

"Hey, why don't you help wash the vegetables anyway?" Zuo Yu couldn't stand the attack of the sugar-coated shells, and immediately gave in.

"I'll talk about it later, I want to cut air bangs first." Wen Qianyu sat by the dressing table in front of the window, turned on the video, took out the scissors, and looked serious.

What the hell...

Zuo Yu walked to the small kitchen speechlessly, and was at a loss for the lively crayfish. When he found that there were no gloves, he had to go back and shouted, "Ancestor, do you have disposable gloves? Do you want me to touch them with bare hands?!"

As a result, Wen Qianyu, who was concentrating on cutting her hair, trembled, cut it half a centimeter shorter, and suddenly cried out in a broken voice: "Ah, my hair! It's broken!"

"Who told you to do it yourself... If you don't make it uncomfortable..." Zuo Yu immediately stepped back.

Wen Qianyu flicked in front of the mirror twice, and found that it was nothing like what she expected. She looked stupid, and immediately stood up holding the scissors: "I hate you! I hate you!"

Zuo Yu couldn't hold back his laughter: "What's the use of blaming me, you did it yourself."

Wen Qianyu was particularly concerned about her appearance. She sat down again and struggled in front of the mirror for a while, then huddled there in frustration and said, "My hair is ruined... how can I see people..."

"Don't see you, you can just stay in the house during the winter vacation." Zuo Yu didn't dare to ask him to help him any more, and immediately avoided it.

-

People have a natural liking for delicious food, so cooking also shows a subtle interest. Of course, it is very troublesome when you don’t start at all, but tossing hot meals with your own hands will give birth to full achievements feel.

An hour later, Zuo Yu fried the crayfish according to the recipe on the Internet. At the same time, he finished all kinds of vegetables and meat slices needed for the hot pot. First, he boiled the big prawns in the red soup, and then called: "Qianqian, eat gone."

As a result, the little beauty lay on the bed in a gloomy state, and she didn't move even when she heard it.

"You won't cry, will you?" Zuo Yu walked over to help him by the shoulder.

"There's nothing to cry about." Wen Qianyu avoided impatiently and sat up depressed.

"Let's see, isn't this okay?" Zuo Yu patted his head: "It doesn't affect your sky-defying appearance at all."

"You don't understand." Wen Qianyu took the hairpin on the bedside table and pinned all her long hair back, looking devastated.

Zuo Yu couldn't help poking at that beautiful face: "Okay, let's eat quickly, I won't eat now if you're messing around, be careful..."

"Okay." Wen Qianyu put her arms around his neck: "It's too sad, I can't walk."

"I said you really want to raise your uncle, don't you?" Zuo Yu had no choice but to pick him up from the bed.

Wen Qianyu, who was originally listless, showed a smile again, put his arms around him and said, "I am willing, are you not convinced?"

"Submit, hurry up." Zuo Yu was full of helplessness.

I can't tell the reason in too much detail, but Wen Qianyu just likes him giving in to his helplessness, and thinks it is so cute, he forgets his troubles in an instant, and thinks of his already hungry stomach.

-

Although Zuo Yu's craftsmanship was very average, this meal was just like Wen Qianyu said, because of the warm temperature and the heavy snow outside the window, he became very happy.

He usually doesn't eat well, but today he killed all the crayfish, and then kept picking lobster balls from the hot pot, and obstructed him: "Don't grab my balls, just eat vegetables."

"Inhumane." Zuo Yu was completely hopeless about his status, and deliberately reached out to touch his stomach: "Well, it's been three or four months."

"Get out!" Wen Qianyu cursed immediately.

Zuo Yu laughed.

Wen Qianyu glanced at him, there was a lot to say in her heart, but she couldn't say it.

For example, about the tolerance of the family, such as the difference between men and women.

But this relationship has just begun, and perhaps forcing questions that are too heavy and too awkward will be of no use except to make each other unhappy.

After all, not liking each other means that life and death are close, and this life will not change.

There are also many people in the world who have developed a good impression but separated in the end.

Wen Qianyu was still as confused about feelings as a primary school student.

"Do you have any childhood photos?" Zuo Yu suddenly asked.

"What?" Wen Qianyu recovered.

"Why not, I'm curious and want to see it." Zuo Yu said.

Wen Qianyu got up and went to the bedroom to look around, and then took out a black and white photo that was old: "The first Spring Festival when I returned to Beijing, my grandma took the photo for me, so I kept it."

The child in the photo is really handsome and cute, and the big eyes are so bright that the viewers are soft-hearted.

Zuo Yu looked at it with a smile, took out his wallet and said, "Give it to me."

"No, just this one." Wen Qianyu was reluctant.

"I've given you so many gifts, why don't you give me a photo?" Zuo Yu asked back.

Wen Qianyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay then, don't lose it, or my grandma will look for you in the middle of the night."

"..." Zuo Yu was speechless: "Don't talk nonsense, eat your food."

"I'm full, I'm going to cut the fruit." Wen Qianyu ran to the front of the refrigerator to search.

In fact, he is a very simple boy. It is really rare that he can maintain such a straight-forward personality without his relatives looking after him. The bad habit of not thinking about the future in a relationship has also become slightly shaken.

-

The Spring Festival has a blood relationship with family. Everyone who cares about their loved ones will look forward to this festival in particular. On the contrary, there are also some people with special fate who are lonely, but they are afraid of the lively atmosphere everywhere.

Qianqian, who is not loved by her father or mother, of course belongs to the latter.

On New Year's Eve, he was woken up early by the sound of firecrackers outside. First he ate a piece of milk and bread to fill his stomach, and then sat on the edge of the sofa to draw and paint, thinking about new design drafts.

It's a pity that the mood swings lead to a lack of inspiration, and Wen Qianyu got nothing when he tossed and tossed until it was dark.

He turned on the light, cleaned up the paper balls on the floor, and habitually turned on the live broadcast to drive away loneliness.

Everyone must be gathering with relatives and friends, the number of viewers is pitifully small.

Wen Qianyu straightened her smooth and beautiful long hair in front of the camera, and then smiled: "Happy New Year everyone."

"Qianqian, are you still at home by yourself, boyfriend?"

A bullet screen floated by.

Wen Qianyu was in a daze, and muttered to himself: "I don't have a family, but he has a family."

After saying this, it is inevitable that I feel a little lonely in my heart.

He took out his cell phone that had been quiet all day, opened Zuo Yu's WeChat, and sent a 520 red envelope without knowing what to say.

Such a casual statement has reached the limit, and it is not appropriate to be serious.

Wen Qianyu fell down on the table in frustration, and suddenly missed the heartless and lonely Spring Festival in the past.

-

The dazed little beauty dozed off for a long time during the live broadcast, only to be awakened by a sudden knock on the door in the middle of the night.

He got up from the coffee table in a panic, walking staggeringly: "Who is it?"

Zuo Yu's voice came from outside: "Who else?"

Wen Qianyu opened the door immediately, and found that he was not only carrying a large bag, but also dragging a suitcase, so he couldn't help being dazed.

"I knew you couldn't even cook a dumpling, so I brought it for you." Zuo Yu walked into the room.

"Didn't you go on a trip in the second year of junior high school?" Wen Qianyu blamed herself for remembering the wrong time.

"Isn't it good to accompany you?" Zuo Yu smiled: "My parents' place was almost submerged by the mahjong table, so I just took the opportunity to escape."

"No wonder there is a smell of smoke..." Wen Qianyu liked the smell of the room, and muttered, "Can you take a shower and change your clothes?"

"Hey, I came to see you kindly, but you still dislike me." Zuo Yu complained.

"No." Wen Qianyu hugged him immediately, and asked softly, "Is it not until midnight, so the two of us spend together."

Zuo Yu didn't know what he meant by saying this, but he still replied, "Yes."

Wen Qianyu raised her head and smiled, but bent her bright eyes and said nothing.