Green tea old gong is always biting me

The morning sunlight pierced through the clouds, like streaks of golden threads, half of which hit the window lattice, and half of which were broken by the fluttering white lace gauze curtains.

Small spots of light are like star dots on the ground, stretching all the way to the woman's feet like the stars arching the moon.

The woman is tall and tall, and she looks extremely elegant in a long black dress; her long black hair is scattered over her shoulders, revealing a small section of her fair neck.

got windy.

The tail of the woman's hair was blown by the wind, and it swayed slightly in the sun, fluttering like a feather... It touched his heartstrings.

"Ms. Qi, all your belongings have been brought up, please take an inventory." A porter in uniform took off his hat, wiped the sweat from his brows, and handed over the list of items for the woman to look at.

The woman finally turned her head, her eyes were as clear and shallow as spring water, like an unattainable immortal.

"Thanks for your hard work." She nodded, her voice was like the wind blowing willows, and the porter couldn't help but glance at her.

After seeing off the people from the moving company, the woman looked at Qi Qing.

"Sorry to bother you, I hope I didn't bother you."

"I just moved here." She brushed the broken hair around her ears, and looked behind him: "... We will be neighbors from now on."

She smiled, stretched out her hand, and said generously, "Then... please give me your advice in the future."

The woman's hands are extraordinarily beautiful, not as slender as a normal woman's, but with well-defined joints, like a carefully crafted work of art, the fragmented sunlight falling on the fingertips, giving her a halo of something otherworldly.

Qi Qing would not feel as uncomfortable when facing a woman as he would when facing a man, but he still didn't approach; the appearance of a woman is too sacred, Qi Qing knew for the first time that touching would be a kind of profanity.

The woman smiled and took the initiative to hold Qi Qing's hand.

"Qi Jing."

"Nice to meet you."

"Qi Qing." Qi Qing's expression froze, and he replied, "Me too."

The slightly cool fingertips passed over the palm, and it disappeared like a dragonfly touches water. Qi Qing subconsciously curled up his fingers.

This world will always be more tolerant to beauties.

Qi Qing is no exception.

He seldom has a heartbeat. It can be said that this is the first time that he has such a throbbing, and it is also the first time that he knows that his heartbeat can beat so happily.

Was he lucky?

Qi Qing's mood, as if mourning a concubine, strangely picked up a bit.

Back home, he glanced at the hemp rope on which he had attempted suicide, and then at his stomach, his face collapsed immediately.

In September, although the beginning of autumn has long passed, the weather is still hot and dry; the cicadas outside the window resounded throughout the sky, bringing a touch of restlessness to the air.

Qi Qing was lying on the balcony, feeling the momentary coolness brought by the morning breeze, and when his peripheral vision passed by the next door, he was slightly distracted.

In the houses in Xinghe Community, the balconies are so close to each other that you can see the next door when you turn your head.

Most of the rooms in their building have the same pattern, two bedrooms and one living room, a master bedroom and a second bedroom; from his perspective, it can be seen that the inside has been completely new.

The newly purchased furniture will decorate the room, from wardrobes to vases, everything shows the good taste of the new owner of the house.

She is so pretty.

Qi Qing looked at the woman leaning against the window and thought.

The sunlight is like a thin pencil, outlining half of her face little by little; from the broken hair on the forehead, to the eye sockets, nose, and mouth; between light and shadow, even the sunlight favors her a bit.

Qi Qing suddenly squatted down, like a thief, and after a while, he revealed a pair of eyes and aimed at the next door.

The woman is gone.

Very risky.

It was almost discovered.

Qi Qing patted his chest, and then he belatedly realized how perverted his behavior was at the moment.

Qi Qing imagined himself wearing shackles and embracing the policeman's uncle on the left and right. After a shock, he quickly reined in the precipice and recited the mantra of pure heart several times.

Since that day, it has been several days since the new neighbors moved; except for the first few days, they rarely met each other in the next few days.

The neighbors seem to be very busy. They go out early every day and often come back late at night.

Therefore, their intersection also stops here.

Living in a city, such neighborhood relationships seem to be the norm.

It seems that they live under the same roof, but in fact, they are inseparable from each other; there is an invisible boundary line in front of the threshold of each family, which cannot be crossed.

The days passed day by day, and the Mid-Autumn Festival came quietly.

Mid-Autumn Festival means reunion and longing in the hearts of Chinese people.

Qi Qing specially cooked some quick-frozen glutinous rice balls.

In the past, Qi Qing’s favorite thing was to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival; Qi’s mother would cook for him, making his favorite squirrel mandarin fish. At that time, he was not yet an adult, and the old man would not let him drink. The only thing he could drink was the Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year.

The alcohol content is very low. It is a relatively sweet fruit wine.

But the old man is very precious, so I only give him a glass every time, so a little bit, two mouthfuls are gone.

After eating, they will gather around the TV to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala; then they will disassemble a row of mooncakes, mess up the salty and sweet, and they must eat them as soon as they are bitten off.

At that time, he was most afraid of touching lotus seed paste, he was so tired that he panicked, and it was extremely sticky, like phlegm stuck in it, and he couldn't get it up or down.

He doesn't like bean paste either, he prefers ham with egg yolk.

But he couldn't bite the egg yolk every time, so he was out of luck.

Qi Qing still remembers the Mid-Autumn Festival when he was 5 years old.

The moon cakes were huge, and his mother made them herself; they were as hard as bricks, and they were only ground to pieces when they hurt my teeth.

Later, his father unfortunately broke his front teeth, so his mother finally let his deciduous teeth go and cooked glutinous rice balls for him.

He probably doesn't have the talent to cook, and hasn't learned this skill over the years; at most, he can only boil water, soak instant noodles, and boil a hard-boiled egg.

He used to eat in the cafeteria when he was in school, and eat takeaway or bento when he was out of society. The difficulty of cooking glutinous rice balls is indeed a bit high for him.

One or two floated on the surface of the water as if they had been ravaged/ravaged, Qi Qing carefully filled them out, took a bite, and all the sesame stuffing inside ran away.

Qi Qing turned on the TV and watched the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala; the upbeat music accompanied by moving songs and dances was so lively, and the loud and clear singing seemed to be able to run to the moon palace, sharing the beautiful beauty of thousands of miles away.

I don't know whose child's voice sounded downstairs, Qi Qing opened the window and looked down; he saw a little boy riding on his father's neck, swinging his legs non-stop, the childish voice sounded like a song, "Drive ~drive~drive~riding horse~drive~drive~drive~"

Qi Qing watched and watched, the glutinous rice balls in the bowl drained before he knew it.

In the living room, the singing and dancing of the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala had ended and it turned into a skit; the skit was quite funny, the audience roared with laughter, and Qi Qing was infected and laughed too.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Qi Qing turned down the volume of the TV a little bit, wondering who would look for him at this time, but saw an unexpected person through the cat's eyes.

"Very surprised?"

The woman seems to love dark clothes very much. Today she is still wearing a long skirt; the buttons on the front are buttoned to the top meticulously, and the dark green silk scarf tied around her neck exudes a lustrous luster, which complements her As graceful as a swan.

"Is Mid-Autumn Festival celebrated?"

Qi Qing didn't react a bit: "Huh?"

"I have cooked a lot of dishes, and I can't finish them. Do you want to go together?"

Facing the invitation from Qi Jing, Qi Qing was quite surprised, after all, they are lonely and widowed, and the two of them are not close enough to eat together.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at the dim and warm light opposite, he couldn't help feeling shy again.

5555... Spring is here, has his peach blossom finally bloomed? ! !

...

The meals prepared by Qi Jing were really hearty, and each plate looked very attractive, far exceeding his expectations.

Qi Qing was already mentally prepared to eat dark dishes, after all, there are quite a lot of girls his age who can't cook.

Qi Qing secretly swallowed his saliva without any future, and pretended to be reserved: "Will it be inconvenient for me to come?"

Qi Jing put down the last bowl of soup and put the spoon on the plate. Hearing this, she shook her head, "My family is not here, and I was lonely because I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival alone. Aren't you also alone? Two people It's better than one person, besides, I can't finish eating so much."

It was the first time Qi Qing saw her talking so much, and he realized that fairies can also descend to the mortal world, and become so... smoky.

He picked up a chopstick of braised pork, and his eyes lit up as soon as he took a bite.

The soft and glutinous meat is wrapped with just the right sauce, which can be broken by blowing bombs, with a moderate saltiness and sweetness, and it almost melts as soon as you put it in your mouth.

Eloquent and fragrant, I am afraid there is no more appropriate word than these words.

The steamed yellow croaker also has a special taste, just a little ginger and some Huadiao wine, which shows the original taste of the food; the white fish is plump and tender, and every bite is very pleasant.

Qi Qing opened his belly, and the bowl of rice soon ended.

Qi Qing is still a little bit unsatisfied.

After his parents left, Qi Qing hadn't been like this for a long time. He had a good meal around the table; the takeaway was good, but it still lacked a bit of flavor.

Unlike Qi Qing's big appetite, Qi Jing seemed uninterested and didn't eat a few mouthfuls from the beginning to the end; she crossed her chin with her hands and watched Qi Qing quietly.

Qi Qing's diet is not ugly, and he can see the self-cultivation soaked in the bone marrow in every gesture.

When he was doing one thing, he was very focused; his eyes were shining, as if they were full of sparkling little stars, as if those foods were really so delicious.

She looked at it and picked up the chopsticks.

After the meal, Qi Qing took the initiative to stay and wash the dishes, and he put a little too much dish soap; the porcelain plates were always slippery like mud eels, and he couldn't even grasp them.

Suddenly a pair of hands stretched in, and gently covered his hand; the fingers were very slender, and they were even bigger than his in a vain grasp.

Before Qi Qing raised his head, he heard a woman's voice from above his head.

"Fool, you can leave it alone, and I can wash it myself later, and there is so much dish soap, how can I wash it?"

She took his hand under the faucet and patiently rinsed it for him.

The transparent water flows through the fingers, and the white and dense foam slowly wraps their fingers, like the most intimate couple, entangled with each other.

Her hands... so warm.