Bow down for beauty every day [entertainment circle]

Pulling Tang Zhen to sit on the sofa again, Song Qingwan held the porcelain white spoon while holding her breath.

The spoon was placed in the bowl, and the white porcelain spoon handle prevented the temperature from spreading, but she felt that she was getting warmer gradually.Song Qingwan stirred the bowl a few times, the heat from the bowl rose up, making people dizzy.She took a mouthful of the warm porridge on top, and Song Qingwan blew gently, fearing that the child would burn her tongue.

Tang Zhen sat on the sofa with his hands folded on his lap, exactly like a primary school student.Seeing Miss Song's gentle actions, the apex of her heart trembled, and her heartbeat continued to speed up.She felt that she was dreaming, but she didn't want to pinch herself, because she was afraid that if she pinched herself, the dream would wake up.

There is gentle light in the room, as if the gentleness of the whole world is sent here.

"Open your mouth." Song Qingwan took a mouthful of porridge and handed it to her.

The little girl's complexion was much better than before, and she was faintly rosy.

"what……"

She opened her mouth obediently, and there was only a small opening in her small mouth, slowly sucking the porridge in the spoon.After taking a sip of the porridge, she ate it for less than half a minute, and then stretched out her nimble little tongue to lick it, as if she was tasting some delicious food.

Song Qingwan looked away, and suddenly felt that she wanted to taste this little tongue.

The porridge with preserved egg and lean meat has a clear color, and the shredded meat is chicken breast. There are some finely chopped shiitake mushrooms and corn kernels in it, and there is a faint rice fragrance in your mouth.The texture of the porridge is relatively soft, and the yolk of the preserved egg is cut into small pieces, which seem to melt in the mouth.A little shredded ginger is also added in it to remove the fishy smell and dispel the cold.A bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat is full of ingredients, but it is fragrant and refreshing in the mouth, and it is a little sweet.

A spoonful of porridge was eaten cleanly. Tang Zhen saw that Song Qingwan turned her head and didn't know what she was thinking, and said in a weak and weak voice: "Sister, I'm done eating."

"Yeah." Song Qingwan came back to her senses, scooped up another spoonful and handed it to her.

Tang Zhen tilted his head to observe her expression, as if he couldn't see any emotion.Then she obediently opened her mouth and continued to eat, looking at her with her big eyes.

Song Qingwan felt her fiery gaze, and her eyes fell on the child again.The eyes of the two happened to collide, Song Qingwan was startled for a moment, and then looked at the porridge in the spoon.The child ate very slowly, the small cherry mouth was slightly opened, and he ate very carelessly.

Song Qingwan: "Eat carefully, or it will be cold."

She pursed her lips, and sat on the sofa behind Tang Zhen to look at her. The child looked very serious when he was serious.

It took twice as long for Song Qingwan to finish the work at hand. Seeing that the papers brought by Tang Zhen were almost done, she hurriedly put away the computer, "Are you tired?"

The voice came from behind the ear, Tang Zhen sat on the ground and turned around, Song Qingwan had already got up from the sofa.

She took the thermometer again and handed it to her, Song Qingwan said: "Take your temperature again, and you can go to sleep later."

Tang Zhen took the thermometer, she rubbed her eyes, and after measuring her body temperature, she handed the thermometer back to Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan took it, and looked at Tang Zhen again, only to feel that the kid seemed to be extraordinarily silent, and the whole person was a little dazed.

Could it be, really burnt out?

She looked down at the thermometer, the high temperature had already come down, Song Qingwan reached out to her, trying to pull her up from the ground.

Tang Zhen froze for a moment, staring at the hand outstretched to him in a daze.After a while, she quickly realized, stretched out her hand consciously, and held her fingers in the palm of her hand, secretly delighted, and wanted to hide it secretly and take it for herself.

"The temperature is normal, but you have to be careful at night. If it doesn't burn again, there will be no problem." Song Qingwan put away the thermometer.

Tang Zhen pursed his lips and looked at her calm appearance, as if he felt that if he missed this opportunity, he would not know when the next time would be.

Seeing that she was still silent, Song Qingwan asked, "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"

Tang Zhen shook his head, and said aggrievedly: "Sister, can you sleep with me at night?"

The voice of the little milk is very provocative, making people feel numb all over.As soon as she opened her mouth, Song Qingwan wished that she would not open her mouth, otherwise she would not be able to bear such teasing.

Children who are sick are really clingy.

She had to look at her, thinking about what to do if she had a fever again at night...

"Okay." Song Qingwan agreed.

When Song Qingwan washed up, she used the washing cup that she bought in the supermarket last time.She took it out and put it next to Tang Zhen's wash cup, the two seemed to make a set.

The pajamas she wore after taking a bath belonged to Tang Zhen. When she first put on the clothes, she lowered her head in the bathroom and sniffed the smell of the pajamas. The pajamas seemed to be brand new, but there was a little bit of the milky scent of a child on them. But it was very sensitive to her.

Afterwards, she put down her clothes in a hurry, which seemed particularly idiotic.

After she went out of the bathroom, she arrived at Tang Zhen's room, where Tang Zhen had obediently made the bed.The quilt was spread out neatly, and Tang Zhen sat inside, having already reserved a seat for her.

Tang Zhen looked at her wearing her own clothes, as if she felt that this person had her own mark on her body, and she was happy in her heart.Suppressing the secret joy in his heart, Tang Zhen sat obediently on his bed and waited for her to come over.

Song Qing went to bed at night. There was only one quilt and one pillow on the bed.The pillow is a single pillow, not big, so two people have to get closer to sleep together.

"Shall I go to the sofa to get a cushion?" Song Qingwan hesitated again and again, but turned around and walked out to get it.

When she returned to the house, Tang Zhen was still sitting obediently.

Song Qingwan felt extremely guilty when she saw her big watery eyes, so she simply sat on the bed and turned off the light.She was lying on the bed, a little stiff.There is also the fragrance of children's hair on the pillow, as well as on the quilt.

The room was very dark, and Tang Zhen was lying with his back to her, wrapped in the quilt, not daring to look at her.

Two people lie in the same bed, each with their own thoughts.

Tang Zhen lay down for a while, did not fall asleep, and softly probed: "Sister..."

"Huh?" Song Qingwan didn't fall asleep either, and opened her eyes to look at her.Tang Zhen kept his back to her, and he didn't turn his head when talking to her.Her voice is as thin as a mosquito, but it always attracts attention.

"I'm a bit cold, can you hug me to sleep?" she said.

Song Qingwan turned her head to look at her, the room was pitch black, she couldn't see anything.

She took a breath, turned sideways carefully, reached out to hold her in her arms, "Okay."

The word "good" rang in my ears.When it rang, there were already hands stretched out from the waist.Tang Zhen opened his eyes, and his eyes were a little distracted looking into the distance.

She blushed and buried her face in the pillow.

It seems that it is almost too hot to breathe...

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When Tang Zhen woke up, the seat next to him was already empty.Tang Zhen, who was still sleepy, immediately woke up, reached out and touched the bed next to him, and found that it seemed that no one had slept in it.

She sat up and rubbed her face vigorously. Yesterday she was burnt in a muddle. This shouldn't be a dream, should it?

Lifting the quilt and getting up from the bed, Tang Zhen glanced at the bedside table. On it were the pajamas worn by Miss Song last night, and a glass of water with a sticky note on it.These details told her that what happened last night was real.

Last night, Miss Song really hugged her and fell asleep!

Thinking of this, the corners of Tang Zhen's mouth rose desperately, extremely happy.She reached out to grab the pajamas on the table. Her body scent and the familiar smell of shower gel were still on the pajamas, and she suddenly felt dry mouth.

She touched her forehead again, and the fever had subsided, but it seemed that her throat was a little uncomfortable.Bring over the water on the table, tear off the sticky note and take a look.

Ms. Song's handwriting is very neat, one stroke at a time, clean and neat, it says: drink more water after waking up, if you are hungry, there is food in the kitchen.

Tang Zhen frowned, "Could it be going back?"

Thinking of this, she got up and went to find her mobile phone, trying to make a call to Miss Song.I just got up and haven't found my phone, when there was the sound of the door opening outside the house, it seemed that several people had come, and there was quite a lot of movement.

Tang Zhen put down the things in his hands, changed out of his pajamas, and went out to check the situation.Before the door was opened, she heard Song Qingwan's voice when she was standing at the door, and she immediately relaxed.

I only heard her say: "Be gentle, someone is sleeping at home, just put it at the door."

Hearing this, I seem to have a little guess about it.

In order to verify whether her thoughts were correct, she opened the door and went out.I saw people standing in twos and threes at the door, Song Qingwan stood at the door directing them to move things, all the packing boxes, large and small, were piled up at the door, making it difficult to move.

"Be careful, be careful, give me this cage." Song Qingwan reached out and took a small cage from a man. Inside was a little black cat.

The corners of Tang Zhen's mouth rose even more, and even brought Yuan and Ming here. This is to...

Song Qingwan took the cage carefully, fearing that the little guy would blow his hair, and then gently carried it back into her hands.This morning, I planned to hug it well, but this little guy didn't appreciate it, and wouldn't let her touch it, so I had no choice but to stuff it in a cage and bring it here.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Tang Zhen standing behind her with bare feet and looking at herself.

When Yuan Ming saw Tang Zhen, he also started meowing, but now he was lying obediently in the cage, very obedient.Song Qingwan thinks this is really a cat that can bend and stretch!

Song Qingwan's eyes fell on Tang Zhen again, she pursed her lips, glanced at those bare little feet and frowned, it was really worrying for a while, "Put on the slippers."

"Okay." Tang Zhen lives alone in the room, and there are two pairs of slippers in the whole room. Tang Zhen glanced at the door, and these pairs must be reserved for Miss Song.She ran back to her room with a smile on her face, and then ran out of the room in seconds, "Get dressed."

"Yeah." Song Qingwan looked at her with satisfaction, she had already put down Yuan Ming from her hand.

Tang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the pile of luggage at the door knowingly, "What is sister doing?"

"Move. I decided to move here so that I can communicate with you more conveniently." At this point, Song Qingwan paused and added, "Communication work."

"Then I'll help my sister move?" Tang Zhen looked at her, the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden for a long time.

Song Qingwan: "No, all the luggage is here."

People from the moving company are responsible for the moving work, all the luggage is piled up at the door, large and small suitcases are piled up at the door.Song Qingwan usually lives a relatively simple life, and she doesn't have many things.But when I thought about moving here to live with my children, I thought about bringing her this and that. Looking at my house full of things, I wanted to move everything here.

"Our work here has been completed, please take a count and sign for us." The moving worker took out his list and handed it to Song Qingwan.

With a glance, Song Qingwan knew that all her things were placed here, and the number of boxes, large and small, was clear at a glance.She nodded, signed and let them go.All the things were piled up at the door, Tang Zhen took out Yuan Ming, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and hugged him in his arms, then looked out again.

Seeing her tiptoeing, Song Qingwan asked, "What are you looking at?"

Tang Zhen hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Did Aunt Yun come with you?"

Song Qingwan raised her eyebrows, "I let her go back first. Do you want her to come with you?"

"No, no, no!" Tang Zhen shook his head quickly, thinking to himself, it would be better if he didn't come.

Song Qingwan explained: "The house here is too small, and it's inconvenient for three people to live in. I usually help you prepare breakfast in the morning before going to work. In the evening, we can make it at home when we are free, and go out to eat when we are not free." She paused, seeing that Tang Zhen was silent, and asked her opinion, "Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, listen to my sister." Tang Zhen hugged Yuan Ming and scratched it casually in a very good mood.

Song Qingwan didn't say anything more, and then started to pack her luggage by herself.Seeing this, Tang Zhen immediately threw away Yuan Ming without saying a word, and went forward to help Song Qingwan open the boxes one by one, and then tidy them up one by one.

The two cleaned up all morning and had dinner at noon, and Song Qingwan cooked the food herself.Tang Zhen waited anxiously by the side, being a helper from time to time, and felt very happy to live this little life.

In the afternoon, Tang Zhen was not so comfortable.

She is still working on the papers, and her memory seems to have returned to the days when she was preparing for the college entrance examination. Day and night, she repeatedly brushed the questions and memorized the knowledge points in her mind over and over again.

Song Qingwan was sitting next to her and working. After a while, she put away the computer and picked up her test outline, "What have you learned recently?"

Tang Zhen tilted his head to look at her, and turned his round black eyes. With such a good opportunity, he had to find a way to test it out, "Sister, I have a doubt about a subject recently, but I haven't figured it out repeatedly, and I haven't been able to learn it well."

"What?" Song Qingwan looked at her curiously.

"For our group's project assignment, we got a scene from Huangmei Opera "The Female Consort". I want to play Feng Suzhen. But I think it's very difficult to learn." Tang Zhen sat up straight with a serious face.As she said that, she glanced at Song Qingwan, carefully paying attention to the changes in her expression, "Sister, do you think it would be awkward for a girl to live with a girl in that relationship?"

Song Qingwan's expression did not change, but she said calmly: "Actors will try various roles, and will also be exposed to various situations and people with very different personalities. I think that in order to find a job in this position, you have to play this role , You must first understand her situation and rationalize all her behaviors, and you will be able to understand why she did what she did."

Tang Zhen continued to test: "The teacher also said that if you want to learn acting, you have to try any role. Once you accept the role itself, you have to become that person. Any role is valuable."

Hearing this, Song Qingwan frowned slightly and shook her head, "I don't think it's right. Acting and life should be separated. You can play that role, but you can't become that person."

The more Tang Zhen listened, the more confused she became. Does she accept this attitude or not?It seems that she was a little led astray...

Seeing that she was silent, Song Qingwan didn't continue to talk to her, she took the notebook in her hand and said, "Is the exam coming soon? I'll test you to see how you've been studying recently."

When Tang Zhen heard this, he turned around and squatted down in front of her, raised his head and looked at her, "Then I answered correctly, will my sister reward me?"

Song Qingwan pondered for a moment and asked, "What reward do you want?"

Although Tang Zhen opened his mouth, he didn't dare to make too much of a fuss.Her gaze wandered around from the side, then landed on the table again, pointing to the sliced ​​fruit platter on the table and said: "If I get the answer right, I will ask my sister to feed me."

"Okay." Seeing that she didn't mean to make things difficult, Song Qingwan easily agreed to the condition, and asked again, "What if your answer is wrong, or you can't answer it?"

Tang Zhen frowned, smiled sweetly, reached out and poked a sliced ​​strawberry with a small fork and fed it to Song Qingwan's mouth, "If I get the wrong answer, or if I can't answer, I will feed it to my sister." .”

The creamy strawberries are now in the harvest season, and each fruit is plump and sweet.But no matter how sweet the fruit was, Song Qingwan's mouth felt that it was not as sweet as a little girl's smile.

"Is it sweet?" the child asked.

Song Qingwan didn't know what to respond to her, so she nodded in response, "Sweet."

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