33 degrees southwest

When Shen Zhiming finished washing his hands and sat at the dining table again, his wise eyes began to focus on the beauty in life.

For example, his sister Shen Zhifei would sneak a glance at Zhang Yao who is dignified and elegant every time she eats three mouthfuls of food.

Shen Zhiming: "..." Why does this senior look better at eating?

Shen Zhiming also glanced at Zhang Yao, but didn't feel like eating.

His sister absolutely loves Zhang Yao, and she never ran away!

Zhang Yao calmly cleared her throat, stopped her chopsticks, stared at the plate of fried shrimp in front of her, and suddenly said, "Eat vegetables."

From the beginning of eating, she felt that Shen Zhifei was always peeking at her from time to time, and when she looked up, she would quickly avoid it, pretending to be eating obediently, but the chopsticks never reached into the plate.

Shen Zhifei immediately picked up a piece of sweet and sour short ribs, and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly, like a little hamster.

Zhang Yao looked at her with deep eyes.

Shen Zhiming, who had witnessed everything, wished he could stuff himself into the bowl on the spot. He lowered his head, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of egg to reward himself, he was as quiet as an invisible person, and created a dream for his sister and her senior sister who didn't know whether it was sister-in-law or brother-in-law. Create a perfect two-person world.

Shen Zhiming couldn't help giving himself a thumbs up in his heart.

He's really a sister's thoughtful army coat.

He has too much stability that shouldn't be there at this age.

After eating, Shen Zhiming did the washing as usual, the young man picked up a stack of bowls in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, and cleaned up the dishes on the table in two or three rounds.

Shen Zhiming is a poor child who wants to hug Tihai again after washing the dishes.

Shen Zhifei and Zhang Yao made the bed in the master bedroom together. Shen Zhifei took out a thin quilt from the closet, looked at the two brand new quilts on the bed, and thought about how long it would take to put them in a conservative estimate. They become one.

After solving the bed problem, the next step is to consider the bath problem.

Based on the principle of putting his sweetheart first, Shen Zhifei took a loose long T-shirt and handed it over, saying: "This is my pajamas, it's clean, you can make do with it for a night."

Zhang Yao looked at the thin, white and slender hands in front of her eyes, and saw Shen Zhifei's face upwards, with a gentle smile on her face.

She had a bad thought for a moment, and laughed softly, with a breathy voice, as if she was a little embarrassed, "I only wear it for one night, and you have to wash it again when I leave tomorrow."

Hearing her laugh, Shen Zhifei could barely hold back her knees. Facing Zhang Yao's half-smile eyes, she moved her lips and muttered: "Then you want it if I give it to you? Do you want it? "

Zhang Yao got up and picked up the T-shirt, "What are you muttering about?"

Shen Zhifei shook his head, with a cute face: "It's nothing, I said it's nothing, I just wash it and it will be fine."

He said so on the lips, but his heart wanted to frame this pajamas and hang it on the wall as an offering for three sticks of incense every day.

Zhang Yao doubtfully pushed open the bathroom door, and Shen Zhifei pulled the chair beside the desk and sat down.

She took out a notebook from the drawer, took the pen in her hand and eagerly pulled out the cover, and put the cover back before it was completely detached from the pen body.

The screen of the phone lights up, and it's a message.

Han Youcheng: [Boss Shen, I remembered something, you answer honestly! 】

Shen Zhifei scratched his forehead, Han Youcheng finally sobered up.

Shen Zhifei: [You say. 】

Han Youcheng: [My designer is Zhang Yao, do you like that person? 】

Shen Zhifei: […]

What should come is always coming.

Shen Zhifei glanced at the bathroom door, and typed: 【How do you know? 】

Han Youcheng: 【How many times have I seen your phone screen saver?She hasn't changed much. 】

Shen Zhifei: [Okay, it's her, I'm chasing her now, don't make trouble for me. 】

Han Youcheng: [Okay.jpg/My buddy will definitely not mess around, don't worry. 】

Shen Zhifei typed quickly, and was going to ask the young master how free he was to gossip without running here with his good bride. After editing, Zhang Yao came out one second before sending it, and Shen Zhifei immediately I took down my phone,

Zhang Yao is a little shorter than Shen Zhifei, that's just a difference of two centimeters. The T-shirt on her has almost the same effect as Shen Zhifei, it can barely cover the buttocks and reach the middle of the thighs.

The two well-shaped legs shook Shen Zhifei's eyes. She raised her eyelids and saw the drops of water sliding down Zhang Yao's neck, spreading on the neckline of her T-shirt, and hiding under the clothes together with her two towering collarbones.

Shen Zhifei immediately took a slow and deep breath to relieve the sudden dizziness.

Shen Zhifei has always known that Zhang Yao is very fair, she herself has a normal complexion, and Zhang Yao's exposed arms in summer are a little whiter than her belly that is covered.

Such people are the easiest to leave marks on.

For example, at this moment, the nape of Zhang Yao's neck is still slightly red, which should be the marks of being scalded by hot water, and her cheeks are also slightly crimson, looking like a budding lotus.

Although Zhang Yao was used to the feeling of being stared at by others, after being stared at by Shen Zhifei's fiery eyes for a long time, she still felt a little shy. She gave Shen Zhifei a sideways look, and said angrily, "Don't you want to take a bath?"

Shen Zhifei blinked quickly, raised his hand to touch his ears, picked up the pajamas on the bed and draped them over his arms, and smiled at Zhang Yao, "Go, that's it."

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere had been rendered a bit ambiguous just now, Zhang Yao was suffocated by Shen Zhifei's smile.

Where did the vixen come from?

His eyes are clear and innocent, but his appearance is alluring.

Zhang Yao curled up her hand hanging by her side, pinched her index finger with her thumb, and the slight tingling dispelled those unwanted thoughts.

The sound of water in the bathroom sounded, and light crawled out through the frosted glass door.

Zhang Yao looked down at the towel Shen Zhifei put in her hand before going in, and slowly calmed down.

Would you like to talk to her and shorten this long tug-of-war?

Forget it.

If Shen Zhifei's difficulties were really hard for her to accept, then she would have no reason to even give her a chance.

Zhang Yao sighed, wrapped her hair in a towel and wiped it lightly, her eyes accidentally glanced at the place where Shen Zhifei was sitting just now, a notebook was lying quietly on the desk.

Shen Zhifei keeps a diary?

Zhang Yao chuckled, and immediately put this unrealistic guess behind her.

Others may not know, but can she still not know?

Shen Zhifei in high school was very, very opposed to writing.

Because her handwriting is ugly.

The so-called writing is like a person, this has nothing to do with Shen Zhifei.

Her handwriting is the kind that doesn't look good in a boy's font. After a composition is written, it's a mess, so bad that the teacher will deduct a few points from the test.

One of the reasons why Shen Zhifei studied science is that science does not require so many words.

Later, when they got acquainted, Zhang Yao saw a copybook in Shen Zhifei's stack of books, and asked her with a smile if she was planning to reborn.

Who knew Shen Zhifei's ears were red.

Zhang Yao just said that casually, just as a joke, but she didn't expect Shen Zhifei to be so shy, she muttered for a while, but didn't say why.

Later Shen Zhifei said that she was practicing calligraphy.

With her thoughts back together, Zhang Yao stared at the notebook for a few seconds, then calmly looked away.

She was a little curious if Shen Zhifei's handwriting had become a little better now, but her upbringing and politeness prevented her from flipping through other people's things privately at this time.

When Shen Zhifei came out of the shower, Zhang Yao was still standing. She was standing in front of the window, looking out the window blankly and emptily.

The moonlight is not very good tonight, most of it is hidden in the clouds, and only a few pale brilliance shines on the world.

Shen Zhifei looked at her back, feeling soft-hearted for no reason.

Her back was straight, but there was a wordless loneliness lingering around her.

Zhang Yao was letting herself go, but when she heard the door opening, she came back to her senses. She waited until Shen Zhifei got closer, and then said softly, "Go to sleep."

Shen Zhifei nodded, and dully realized that Zhang Yao's back was facing him, and she couldn't see it, so she said, "Okay."

Lying flat on the left and right, Shen Zhifei turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Shen Zhifei's hands were tangled together.

They used to be young, and neither of them had an open personality. Most of the dating in high school was to walk side by side holding hands. Even kissing a small mouth felt a deep sense of shyness. Sleeping together is like dreaming, impossible. .

Unexpectedly, the first time the two slept side by side when they were awake was not when they were passionately in love, nor after marriage, but after they broke up.

Shen Zhifei hooked the corners of his lips, drowning his silent self-mockery in the night.

Unexpectedly, she could lie beside Zhang Yao so peacefully.

After a while, Zhang Yao heard Shen Zhifei say something, with the quilt covering her mouth, slightly vague, "Your birthday is coming soon."

Zhang Yao stared blankly at the ceiling, "Yes."

After the age of 25, women no longer look forward to their birthdays, because every birthday after the age of 25 is their lost youth. From young girls to aunts, no one will be happy.

Zhang Yao is no exception.

Zhang Yao is 28 this year, and her birthdays are all the same.

In the darkness, Zhang Yao couldn't see, and could feel Shen Zhifei looking at her.

Like a stubborn child, waiting for her next words.

Zhang Yao said: "So many years have passed, this year is no different."

Shen Zhifei frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to push down the quilt, and said, "It's different."

So many years have been missed, this year can't be the same as before.

Zhang Yao smiled, her voice was a bit colder, "How could it be different."

"There is me this year."

What responded to her was a slight breathing sound, Zhang Yao restrained her lips, closed her eyes, and said in a steady voice, "I hope."

Shen Zhifei seemed to be making a big promise, she repeated it firmly.

"There is me this year."