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Shen Zhiming bought dinner at the school gate familiarly.He doesn't often go to evening self-study, and communicates with the teacher as soon as school starts. He will be more efficient at home review, and Shen Zhifei also studied science in high school, and his grades are not bad, so he can help him with his homework.

It's just that Shen Zhifei usually comes home after dinner, and Shen Zhiming often solves dinner by himself. Today he bought simple pancakes and black rice porridge, which were still warm when he got home.

It's just that he didn't react for a while when he saw the busy figure in the kitchen. He almost thought that a thief had entered the house, and his hands touched the stick by the door.

Then he saw his sister, wrapped in an apron, coming out of the kitchen with a spatula, "Are you back? Try my new dish."

Shen Zhiming looked at the delicious dishes in the pot, and the pancake fruit in his hand suddenly became stale. He quickly reached out to taste it, but was slapped away by the elder sister.Shen Zhiming rubbed the back of his hand and looked at his sister aggrievedly, "Why didn't you let me eat it?"

Shen Zhifei raised his chin towards the sink: "Wash your hands."

Shen Zhiming whispered "Oh", and went to wash his hands obediently, muttering something in his mouth. When passing by Shen Zhifei, Shen Zhifei heard his slightly complaining content, and he said: "My mother was so strict when I was young, and now you are so strict, you deserve it. It's the two of you, don't give people a way to live, isn't this..."

The smile in Shen Zhifei's eyes suddenly dropped a little, replaced by deep loneliness and a trace of imperceptible depression.Her younger brother's words were like a gust of cold wind, which suddenly blew away her hard-won short-term happiness.

Shen Zhiming picked up a pair of chopsticks, and carefully picked up a piece of meat. The sweet and sour short ribs jumped on his taste buds. He bent his eyes contentedly, and turned around to praise his sister who has improved in cooking.

But what he saw was that his sister's expression was indifferent, her eyes seemed to have nowhere to settle, and a pair of eyes that were very similar to him were looking at something blankly.

Shen Zhifei's slender arms supported the marble countertop, his thoughts were racing.

It was very dark that day, she was sitting in front of the computer, watching the person surrounded by the blue halo grinned her lips, her brows were brimming with joy, and her gentle eyes were filled with joy.

Parents and Yaoyao will definitely be happy for her.

But that night, she waited until five o'clock in the morning, from the stars all over the sky until the sky broke, and her parents didn't come home.

On the phone, there was only a cold female voice saying "the user you dialed is busy", and the beeping sound of hanging up echoed in the dark bedroom, which made people panic for no reason.

- "click"

The door lock finally rang, and Shen Zhifei quickly stood up and ran to the door to meet the late family members.

"Sister? What's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhiming's face was magnified before her eyes, Shen Zhifei blinked her eyes, regained the light, shook her head, and replied calmly: "It's okay, I just thought about something."

She saw the chopsticks in Shen Zhiming's hand again, obviously she had eaten the sweet and sour short ribs in the pot, so she asked with a smile, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"You asked that--" Shen Zhiming closed his eyes, took a deep breath and chewed the air a few times, as if he was reminiscing the taste just now, and said slowly: "This is much more delicious than your fried tomatoes with tomatoes back then!"

Although Shen Zhifei's cooking skills seem to be very good now, those who knew Shen Zhifei before probably know that there are only two dishes that Shen Zhifei knows plus boiled instant noodles, and the other one is fried tomatoes with tomatoes—because eggs It was all mushy on the bottom of the pot and it was inedible.

What made her progress so rapidly?

is life.

Takeaway is so expensive, even if she doesn't lack that money now, she doesn't want to waste so much money on it.What's more, takeaway is always not as safe as home-cooked meals.The most important thing is that Shen Zhiming is still growing up, so he can't order takeout every day.

So Shen Zhifei gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and began the difficult training of cooking skills.

I don't know if it's because she has talent or because she really didn't want to do it in the past. Anyway, over the past few years, the dishes in her hands are really full of color, flavor and taste, which is not much better than that of some restaurant chefs.

He also successfully raised Shen Zhiming, a small bean sprout, into a young man who is 1.8 meters tall.

"Get out!" Shen Zhifei raised his leg and gave the young man a kick, urging the boy to put on a plate, "Take it out, there will be other dishes in a while."

"Wow sister, what day is it today?" Shen Zhiming took the spatula, arranged the small ribs on the plate, poured the soup on it, sniffed the plate lightly, and said, "Not only did I eat the dinner made by my sister , so many good dishes!"

"Today..." Shen Zhifei pursed his lips and smiled, took out a bottle of sauce from the refrigerator, turned his back to Shen Zhiming, and muttered to himself, "Today is a good day."

The dream she had dreamed about for eight years finally became a reality and appeared in front of her eyes. Is it a good day?

Shen Zhiming doesn't know what can make her sister happy like this, but as a sister-in-law, something that can make Shen Zhifei happy must be a good thing.

After all, it's been a long, long time, and he hasn't seen Shen Zhifei laugh from the bottom of his heart.In the past few years, every smile she has given to guests is like a layer of painted skin on her face. She takes it out when she needs to use it, and can hide her true emotions when she doesn't use it. No one will find out. no.

Han Youcheng booked the plane ticket for Zhang Yao at [-] o'clock in the afternoon the next day. Zhang Yao has been packing her luggage since she returned to the hotel. In fact, she has only been here for a week, and it is summer, so she brought even the smallest suitcase It wasn't too full, and after a while, she became a little idle.

Zhang Yao fell on the bed beating her sore back. When she was free, the sudden emptiness made her feel at a loss. It was the lively and bright Shen Zhifei.

She is the prettiest one in the first grade, even though she is always the silent one in the crowd, she is still so bright that it is hard to ignore.

Her photos are always on the honor roll, although not at the top of the list, she is nominated again and again.The short hair with a smile makes her look like a handsome little boy, but the little charm at the corners of the eyes and brows seems natural, and no one will find it against her.

Shen Zhifei, a freshman in high school, likes to read books on the double sofa in the corner of the second floor of the library. Sometimes it is the literary red building, and sometimes it is the sensual youth pain literature. She will turn red eyes or curl the corners of her lips following the plot.

She likes to bite the pen when doing the questions, even though Zhang Yao has reminded her many times that it is unhygienic, she still likes to bite something, but after being together, what she bites changes from the cap of the pen to Zhang Yao's lips.

After the evening self-study get out of class, Shen Zhifei would accompany Zhang Yao for a walk. After she got on the bus safely, she would walk slowly towards the dormitory. The street lamp in front of me was stretched very long, like a straight young poplar.

Shen Zhifei, a sophomore in high school, would take Zhang Yao, a senior high school student, to the milk tea shop behind the school to surf the Internet. The two would each order a cup of taro milk tea and coffee. Asked why, Shen Zhifei would put down the phone, smiled and kissed her, and said, "Because I am more focused on playing with the phone, so I won't lose it when I hold you." Zhang Yao would laugh at her as disgusting.

Shen Zhifei, a sophomore in high school, sneaks into the classroom of senior three with her schoolbag on her back every day for evening self-study. When the seniors ask her, she always smiles shyly and responds: "I'm not very good at chemistry, so I'll ask sister Yaoyao for advice."

……

Zhang Yao bit her lip, forced herself to withdraw from the memory under the attack of pain, she sniffed, her eyes were reddish and she touched the mobile phone on the bedside table. Turned off all lights, closed eyes and forced myself to sleep.

Just after lunch the next day, Shen Zhifei appeared downstairs at the hotel on time, and Zhang Yao had almost no time to wait, so she set foot on the way to the airport.

The suitcase was put on the back seat by Shen Zhifei, so Zhang Yao had no choice but to open the co-pilot's door and sit on it, buckle up her seat belt in a proper manner and wait for the departure.

Shen Zhifei also sat down, started the car step by step, turned the steering and stepped on the accelerator, watching the slowly changing street scene, Shen Zhifei didn't like the quiet atmosphere now, she straightened her hair with her right hand, and started chatting seemingly unintentionally.

Shen Zhifei asked: "Are you working in a design office now?"

Once again, Zhang Yao couldn't get used to Shen Zhifei who took the initiative to talk to her, so she glanced sideways at her, and she couldn't see any emotion, just ordinary words.

Zhang Yao lowered her eyes and said flatly: "Yes."

"I remember you studied jewelry design in college, right?" Shen Zhifei stared at the road ahead, "I think—"

"I don't think we can chat like this." Zhang Yao interrupted Shen Zhifei's words. She saw Shen Zhifei's stiff smile on the corner of his mouth for a moment, and then turned into a smooth and decent smile in an instant. She bent her eyes calmly, "You What do you mean? Boss Shen."

"Yes." Boss Shen rolled his throat a few times before uttering the word with difficulty.

Shen Zhifei freed his hand to press the radio in the car, the music station always played those boring love songs back and forth, either singing breakup or parting, anyway, it was not a happy song.

The back of Zhang Yao's departure is as decisive as it was back then. The difference is that Shen Zhifei back then couldn't see that Zhang Yao wanted her to hold back his thoughts, but Shen Zhifei now has a little more unusual thoughts.

Zhang Yao's suitcase was put into the conveyor belt. When she turned her head and brushed her hair, she saw Shen Zhifei through the glass. Out of politeness, she waved to Shen Zhifei.

Shen Zhifei didn't respond to her, but walked around the glass and walked up to her.

"If I had kept you back then, would you have agreed?" Shen Zhifei's hands behind her were clenched white, but her face was calm, and she was even smiling.

"Yes." Zhang Yao said in a low voice, raising the corners of her lips in self-deprecating manner.

"What if it's now?"

Zhang Yao's heartbeat was out of order for a few beats, and she looked up at Shen Zhifei in disbelief, trying to read the emotion called joking on her face, but she couldn't see anything other than being serious.

Such a serious Shen Zhifei is very much like the little girl who had to think about her words when she was confessed.

It was so serious that Zhang Yao was scared and sad.

Why?Could it be that in Shen Zhifei's heart, she, Zhang Yao, exists if she wants it, and if she doesn't want it, she doesn't want it?

"Don't you think it's a bit late?" Zhang Yao turned around and stood in front of the security check gate, "No one stays in place all the time."

Shen Zhifei watched her back dragging the suitcase away, and lowered his eyes to cover the surging emotions in her eyes.

"You are right, then I will go forward too."