you are my baby [rebirth]

The wind outside the window blows through the bamboo forest, making a soft rustling sound, which makes this moment especially quiet.

Qin Moyan and Lu Xiye looked at each other, and in the other's soft and hopeful eyes, he said softly: "It's just as long as you like it, I won't pick it."

"Huh?" Lu Xiye's eyes slowly burst into a smile, like bright stars, and asked him softly, "Why don't you choose?"

"The decoration of the house." Qin Moyan said, lowering his eyes a little: "I don't choose."

"Then it's simpler." Lu Xiye said: "I reserve a studio for you on the second floor, and design it according to my mother's studio, is that okay?"

Qin Moyan's eyes lit up, then he nodded and said, "Okay."

Wu Yun's studio was designed by Lu Chenming. In order to make it easier to use, the same set of design drawings was used both at home and abroad.

Although he hasn't been with her for too long, Qin Moyan has already gotten used to the layout of her studio.

It is very user-friendly and very easy to use.

Lu Xiye's eyes curved nicely, and he lowered his head and smoothed the soft hair on the cat's back with his fingertips.

"My study room is opposite your studio, and the opposite wall can be replaced with transparent glass, so you can see each other at any time," he said softly, "If I don't talk on the phone or hold a video conference, we You can open the door so that it will not disturb you, and you can talk at any time."

His voice is gentle, magnetic, and vividly portrays that picture.

"The third floor is our bedroom and other relatively private spaces," he sank into his imagination: "The fourth floor can be used as a gym, and it is still very important to be physically tired after work..."

In his light and slow voice, something tense unknowingly melted in Qin Moyan's eyes, replaced by a shallow smile.

It was the first time for Qin Moyan to have his own independent home.

His mind was involuntarily led by Lu Xiye, full of yearning and longing.

"So big?" He asked softly, and unconsciously joined the discussion: "Is it too wasteful for two people to live?"

"I still chose the smallest one." Lu Xiye smiled: "If you don't consider other things, my apartment is just right, or it would be better if it was a little smaller than mine."

With Lu Xiye's identity, he chose the smallest villa. For some reason, Qin Moyan easily assumed the perspective of the neighbors.

Then feel a little funny.

"If the house is smaller, you can see each other when you want to see each other, you may touch each other when you walk around and turn around, and you can hug each other anytime, anywhere..." Lu Xiye said with a smile: "But big A little bit, it will be more convenient for you to work in the future, look at Wu Yun, how many rooms do her fabric samples take up?"

"Besides," he said, "we can also reserve separate rooms for the elderly on both sides. It's very convenient for your mother to come and live."

It is said that they are two old people, but in fact Qin Moyan knows that according to Wu Yun and Lu Chenming's behavior style, it should be impossible for them to live there.

The two of them have lived abroad all year round, and Wu Yun has the temperament of feeling unwell all day long without work, so she probably wouldn't be willing to leave the studio where she lives now.

Moreover, Qiuhu Bieyuan is very far away from Lu's or Wuyun, Lu Xiye only spends more than two hours on the way to and from get off work every day than usual.

It's not too close to his parents' house.

But the Qiuhu Bieyuan is close to Qin Moyan's family, which can give Qin Moyan more time and space to get along with his family, so that Qin Moyan will not have any pressure and burden because of this, and can also buy Qin Moyan a very large studio... …

Qin Moyan looked at Lu Xiye quietly, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

Probably because of the reason for returning to his parents, Lu Xiye dressed very refreshingly.

Under the large ginger T-shirt is a casual version of sports trousers, showing broad shoulders and a pair of slender legs. The muscle lines of the arms are smooth and tight, as if full of strength, but the lines of the hands holding the cat are not very gentle.

He raised his head slightly, his hair was not as neatly done as usual, a few locks of hair were casually placed on his forehead, his bright eyes were smiling, he looked like an ordinary 20-year-old boy full of longing for the future , exudes something that makes people want to call it "hope".

The milk cat yawned lazily in Lucino's palm, its mouth opened wide, its eyes became moist, and then it let out a soft cry.

Lu Xiye looked down at it, his eyes were extremely gentle under the thick eyelashes, and unconsciously tapped its head gently with his fingertips.

He wants to give it a home, and give him a home as soon as it can't get the shelter of its relatives.

He wanted to make up for Qin Moyan's childhood misery that he hadn't been able to change in two lifetimes, with this little milk cat.

"I want to keep it," he said.

Qin Moyan bent down, attracted by the softness of the milk cat, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but Lu Xiye held his fingers.

"I'm going to keep it," he said again.

Qin Moyan was amused.

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you keep it." He also squatted down next to the box, and his knees with Lu Xiye's, but his eyes were on the cat: "Wait for your side... after the decoration is completed, we can raise it when we move. .”

"Before then, let's raise it with my mother," he asked Lu Xiye, "is that okay?"

"I think so too." Lu Xiye looked at Qin Moyan, his eyes darkened a little, his words seemed casual but cautiously tentative: "It can get acquainted with you a little bit at Auntie's side, in the future If you move there and have a companion, you won’t be afraid of being in a strange environment.”

Qin Moyan was still looking at the cat. Hearing that he didn't find Lu Xiye's trap, he nodded quietly.

The sun outside the window was bright, and the chirping of cicadas sounded intermittently.

Qin Moyan squatted opposite Lu Xiye, shrunk himself into a small ball, his fingers were held in his palm without breaking free.

.His eyelashes drooped over his lower eyelids, against which his skin was white and his lips were ruddy.

Because of the squatting posture at the bottom of the trousers, a thin white ankle was exposed, making the whole person look smaller and more obedient.

Missing, love, restraint... All emotions were mixed together, and Lu Xiye's eyes became very deep.

He wanted to hold Qin Moyan in his palm like this.